#But who stitches him up after a really bad fight with zoro if the needle for the actual stitching can't get in there

[popkornking-blog]

I wonder how Chopper is supposed to heal Sanji with his whole cyborg thang going on. Or is that just Frankies job now?

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 jug

synopsis: after going out to search for luffy, you and zoro stumble upon a bottle of pink sake. zoro drinks it without question, but lives to regret it, as you have to deal with the consequences... physically

cw: nsfw (nothing too crazy), fluff, angst if you really squint, aphrodisiacs, reader is down bad for zoro, and vice versa, whiny-ish zoro (he's in pain give him a break)

a/n: thought of the song heart of a woman while writing this

"Luffyyy!" you called, hands raised to the sides of your mouth as you glanced around. "Luffyyy! Where are you?!"

The swordsman bristled, pinching the bridge of his nose with an annoyed look.

"C'mon, Luffy, it's freezing out here! Hurry up!" he groaned, breath disappearing into the cool air.

Of all the nights your captain chose to disappear, it had to be the coldest of the week...

"For all we know, he can't even hear us," you sighed, tucking your hands in your pockets. "We might have more luck tomorrow... y'know, when it's not twenty below freezing."

"We already came all this way, we might as well bring him back," he grumbled, sharply, pressing forward with a taut look. "Christ, why is it so fuckin' cold..."

His tone came as barely a shock, your eyes unable to stave off their eyes roll.

'Someone's cranky...'

The crew hat been docked on a fall island for a little under a week, waiting for the log pose to set, but it was clear that the crew was already starting to go a little stir crazy.

Some more than others...

But, after a day of exploring and forest shenanigans, Luffy had yet to come back, and both you and Zoro were sent as his search party—the swordsman having been woken up from his pre-night watch nap.

Which would explain why he was acting so grouchy.

Or... grouchier than usual.

"C'mon, Zoro, we've been searching for an hour... How about we give it a rest?" you suggested, sincerely. "From what I can tell, this place is inhabited by nothing but deer, rabbits, and squirrels. I'm sure Luffy can survive the night."

The swordsman kept his gaze forward, not slowing down at all.

"It's dark, and this island is full of frozen lakes," he stated, matter-of-factly. "If that idiot manages to find some way to fall into one, he's done for."

Slightly, you deflated, looking off to the side.

You hadn't thought of that...

Cheeks puffed, you hugged your arms a little closer to your body, attempting to close out the chill of embarrassment.

You knew Zoro didn't mean anything by it—seeing as he talked like that to everyone—but you couldn't help but suddenly feel annoying, your excuses probably the last thing he wanted to hear after being dragged out of bed.

'Dammit, (y/n)... always whining about something...'

This was an insecurity that plagued you constantly.

When you first joined the Strawhats, it was blindingly clear that you were nowhere near the strongest of the bunch.

You weren't fast like Brook.

Or powerful like Luffy

Or even smart like Robin.

You were just... (y/n).

Average, human (y/n).

The only thing particularly unique about you was your skill with a needle and thread.

You were the ship's seamstress, and the clothes you created for the crew were all exquisitely crafted and perfectly tailored to their needs.

It didn't matter how much thread you had, how much fabric you were given, or even how bad the damage was.

You could easily turn it into something both stylish and practical, your craftsmanship that of a seasoned pro, someone who had been honing their trade for decades upon decades.

But you were only twenty.

And while the rest of the crew saw this incredible talent, and often sang your praises for it, you couldn't help but feel useless.

How the hell was sewing supposed to help you win a fight?

You couldn't feather stitch an enemy into submission.

Day in and day out, you trained, hoping to build your strength enough to run with the big dogs.

Even during the crew's two year break, you hadn't laid a finger on your sewing machine, focusing solely on your fighting prowess.

But when you came back, utterly elated by your newfound brawn, you were quick to realize that the monsters had gotten stronger, too.

And you were right back where you started.

"SHI—!"

Your little, mental pity party was interrupted as you tripped over a tree root, feet stuck and body flying forward toward the ground.

Luckily, a pair of strong arms caught you with a death grip, forcing a gasp out your lips as your hands shot up to cling to his broad shoulders, your face smashing into his muscular chest.

'I think I'll go die now...'

Deathly embarrassed, you quickly pulled your head up, stomach lurching and heart stuttering as you caught sight of his face.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, meekly, eyes slightly wide and completely entranced.

He had a hardened face, with dark eyes and a dark aura—not at all like the men that typically hit on you (not that you thought he was hitting on you now)—and surprisingly soft looking lips.

It was common knowledge that Zoro was anything but ugly, but just seeing his features up close...

He was such a pretty man.

"You good?" Zoro asked, raising a brow.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, allowing him to stand you back upright, and allowing yourself the chance to reign yourself back in.

Your "little" crush on the swordsman was something that plagued you from the moment you joined the crew... and if we're being honest, who could blame you?

Not only was he incredibly attractive, but he had morals; honor; and most importantly, chivalry.

Which, in your private opinion, far surpassed Sanji's.

But, it was beyond obvious that the man was completely out of your league, and you preferred keeping your feelings bottled up and saving yourself the embarrassment rather than getting rejected by a crewmate.

You'd seen the caliber of women that had come onto him in the past.

Powerful, female enemies...

High ranking Navy officials...

A fucking princess...

How could you hold a candle to that?

Though, little did you know, he thought the exact opposite.

While Zoro was a man who prided himself of self-restraint and respect, he couldn't help but let his eyes rake over you as your arms came up to cross over your chest.

Smooth, tanned skin accentuated under the complementary white of your cropped parka, your jeans just loose enough to run, and just tight enough to make your ass look fantastic.

Your lipgloss made your plump lips look so soft and inviting, and your eyes were so warm he felt like they heated him from the inside out.

And don't get him started on your sexy-ass voice—

"What did you trip over?" he quickly blurted out, glancing down at the ground to fight off the impure thoughts.

"It looks like a handle," you remarked, squatting down to take a closer look. "And I think there's a square outline in the ground."

Slowly, you looped your manicured fingers around the tree root, getting ready to pull.

"Careful..." Zoro warned, swords at the ready.

You nodded, and with a harsh tug, the door lifted, revealing a small compartment with a large jug inside.

Grabbing it by the neck, you pulled it out, dusting off its label to see what it was.

"It's sake... from over twenty years ago."

Instantly, a grin stretched across Zoro's face, the man gratefully taking the bottle as you handed it to him.

"Now we're talkin'," he smirked, popping the cork with his teeth and swiping the bits of dirt off the mouth. "Just what I needed."

"Are you sure you wanna drink that?" you asked, warily, as you stared at the bottle's contents. "I've never seen pink sake before..."

The man shrugged, his good eye taking a quick glance at it before he tossed back a large gulp, licking the remnants off his lips when he was finished.

"Eh, it's probably native to this island or somethin'," he waved off, turning around to continue the search. "It's strong... tastes like strawberries."

With a sigh, you stood to follow him, brows flattening as you watched him pound back another huge swig.

'I'll have Chopper check him out when we get back...'

It wasn't long after that you guys found Luffy.

He had been napping in a tree the whole time, and after you and Zoro gave him a serious scolding for worrying everyone, you dragged him back to the ship, you practically slumping against your door once you made it back into your work room.

Your day had been a whirlwind, to say the least, and your body wanted absolutely nothing more than to sprawl out on bed and catch some Zs.

But, even with the late, or rather, early hour—two to be exact—you didn't allow it.

First, you changed into some more comfortable clothes—some pajama shorts and a flimsy tank top—before straightening up the mess you had made in an attempt to make everyone new winter coats.

Once all that was done, you finally sat down at your desk, opening up your sketchbook and pulling out a pen to draw with.

'Alright, Nami said she wanted a new party dress...'

But before you could even draw the first line, someone frantically knocked on your door.

"For fuck's sake..." you sighed, throwing your head back in anguish.

You had half the mind to ignore it.

And, honestly, you did, returning to your book and pretending to be asleep.

But it wasn't long before the frantic rap turned into a distressed bang, completely disrupting your flow.

"Fine! I'm coming!" you caved, roughly pushing your chair back and storming toward the door.

If Kaido himself wasn't burning down the ship, heads were going to roll.

"Usopp, I swear to God, if this is some kind of jo—"

Swinging the door open, you never in a million years would have expected to see Roronoa Zoro on the other side.

Especially not looking like that.

"Shit," he panted, breathless, as he clutched his stomach, leaning against the door frame for support.

Of course it led him to you...

"Can I... mph! ...Can I come in?"

In front of you stood the first mate of Luffy's crew, his most trusted companion, his most loyal friend.

And the hands-down hottest man you had ever seen.

He was in nothing but some black sweats, his muscular arms and abs on perfect display.

His face was flushed, cheeks puffed with his hair tousled, and chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon.

Without thinking, you stepped to the side, allowing him in, now incredibly thankful that you'd tidied up beforehand.

Can't have the place looking like a pig sty...

Feeling something burning into the side of your head, you shut the door, turning around to see that he was staring at you intensely.

His eyes, once a beautiful steel gray, mimicking that of the swords he cherished so dearly, now resembled that of storm clouds, dark with something you couldn't place your finger on.

Yet something that worried you nonetheless.

"Are you okay?" you asked, raising a brow, not daring to touch him as he leaned against the wall, his legs having a slight tremble.

"No," he replied, his voice a half-whine, half-growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Something's... something's wrong... and... fuck! Everything hurts!"

"Hurts?" you parroted, now even more confused.

If he was in pain, why would he come to you?

You were just the seamstress, someone with little to no medical knowledge.

Why not go to Chopper?

Hell, why not go to Robin?

He let out another pained groan, sending a small, sharp pang to your heart.

'Questions are for later.'

Swiftly, you approached, only stopping when you were about a foot in front of him.

Leaning forward, your eyes scanned over his body, checking to see what you could deduce off looks alone.

"What hurts?"

Before he could answer, his eyes trailed down to your chest, the cut of your tank top and the angle you were leaning giving him a perfect view of your tits.

'Fuck me...'

Embarrassed, he avoided eye contact with you, his gaze flicking down to his crotch before zooming off to a far away window.

Still thoroughly confused, your eyes followed his path, only to find that he was hard, and it looked almost painfully so.

'Oh, shit...'

Your face burned, and you quickly snatched your eyes away from the sight.

"What happened?" you squeaked.

"I don't know," Zoro rasped, his entire body shuddering with arousal, heat pulsing through his body so intensely it hurt. "I woke up in my room an hour ago, and... well."

He gestured to his hard-on, the message clear.

"I tried to rub one off but... fuck... nothing worked. And then it got worse... and then—"

Red-faced, he glanced away from you, nostrils flaring.

Why couldn't shit like this happen to the damn cook?

"I...fuck...I smelled something...shit...something that just made it even worse, so I went to find it..." Zoro swallowed thickly, "and it lead me here."

Here?

HERE?

'HERE?!'

Why would, what was obviously some sort of lust sickness, lead him to you?

And why would your scent make it even worse?

Sure, you thought the man was stunningly handsome, and the mysterious, stone-cold air about him intrigued you to no end... but this was too much.

It had to be a dream.

Right?

Suddenly, Zoro crumpled to the floor, breathing heavily in short pants, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed.

"Zoro!" you gasped, worried, rushing over to him.

"Look... I don't know how or why this... whatever it is...led me to you by your fuckin' scent or somethin'," he shuddered, the room somehow filled with your damn smell.

The shampoo you used.

The body wash.

The perfume.

Hell, the goddamn candles.

Everything just set something off inside of him—something that wanted to ravish you until you couldn't speak, trapped under his body helpless and needy.

Just like he was for you.

God, you were his fucking crewmate.

"Look, I wouldn't ask this of you, (y/n), if there was any other choice..." he rasped, your name on his tongue sending another shiver down your spine.

'Get a hold of yourself...'

"But you're the only one that caught this thing's attention. I don't think think this'll go away normalLY!"

His word extended as pain thrummed through his body, starting at his pelvis and sparking up his back.

God, it hurt so fucking bad.

But as the body cramp passed, he looked up at you with glassy eyes.

"(y/n), please. I'll...fuck! ...I'll fuckin' get you something nice at the next island..." he shuddered again. "Just help me..."

You stared at him for a long moment, struggling to process what was happening.

This had to be some sort of freaky dream.

You'd probably passed out from exhaustion at your desk, and were now face first in your sketchbook.

But looking down at him, so helpless, trembling like an injured deer, it felt oddly real.

...

'Nahhh...'

With a heavy sigh, you moved closer, until you stood over him, his breathing becoming rapid and uneven.

You smelled so fucking good.

He just wanted to have you, to keep you.

To devour you.

You knelt in front of him, tilting your head and lifting him just enough, giving him a warm nod of approval.

That was all he needed.

In an instant, Zoro surged forward, his impossibly soft lips capturing yours in a breath-stealing kiss, granting him a faint pang of relief.

If this was a dream, then it was the most vivid one you'd ever hand.

His lips felt so real, pressing a searing kiss into yours, all the pain and arousal he had been feeling clear as day.

Smoothly, his nimble hand curled around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

"Fuck, you're so soft... You smell so good," he muttered into your mouth, his hands wandering all over your body.

You took in a shuddering breath when Zoro pulled away, giving you a small chance to regain your senses as his lips traveled down your jaw and to your neck, his teeth scraping your sensitive skin.

You sighed, the feeling alien.

Sure, you weren't a prude—you'd frenched a guy or two from your village in your teen years—but never had you done something so... intense.

"Zoro!" you gasped as he suddenly shoved you to the floor, his pupils dilated beyond relief.

"I'm givin' you an out right now," he warned, leaning down so close to you, you could count his eyelashes. "One word... and I'll leave.

God, his eyes were so pretty.

You could stare into them for hours, getting lost in their cloudy grey.

'Wait... what did he say?'

Zoro pressed his forehead against yours, his breath ghosting across your lips, "Last chance."

He almost sounded nervous.

He wasn't at all experienced in the world of sex.

And, yes, he was a pirate who often cared little about the feelings of others.

But he wasn't a monster.

Nothing further was going to happen without your say so.

With a shy smile, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

'Thank God.'

With that out the way, his hips pressed into yours, and you let out a shocked moan into his lips, feeling his hardened dick throb with each throb of his heart.

God, he felt big.

A small pit of nervousness settled in your stomach, but you pushed it away, following instinct by lifting your hips, helping Zoro get some relief from the pain as you carefully rubbed your pulsing core against him.

And it felt fantastic.

Zoro let out a shuddering sigh, pulling away from the kiss and looking down between you both, his hips already meeting yours in a rhythm.

"Fuck—" he groaned, almost flopping completely on top of you, his large arms enveloping your body as he ground against you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, dammit, you already feel too fuckin' good," he kissed your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin as he dry humped you. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

You let out mousy responses to his thanks, rutting back into his hips until it wasn't enough for him anymore.

He sat up abruptly, scooping you up as if you weighed nothing and standing up on wobbly legs, walking over to your bed and setting you down less than gently.

(Franky had installed a bed in your workshop after the fiftieth time you'd fallen asleep at your desk. Yes, he counted)

You bounced as you landed, almost squeaking as Zoro's rough hands explored your body once again, tugging off your sleep clothes in a fumbling, desperate manner.

You sat up to help him slide off your shirt, his eyes catching on the soft curves of your shoulders and waist, studying the way your stomach smoothed out into your hips and thighs, your skin so soft under his touch.

He leaned down, trailing his lips against your hips and stomach, his tongue licking up your waist until it reached your breast, his mouth latching onto your hardened nipple as you shivered at the pleasurable feeling.

He whispered your name against your skin like a prayer to the gods, and you took in a sudden, deep breath.

You'd never imagined your name sounding so sexy.

'This has to be a fucking dream, it has to be...'

Something like this would never actually happen to you—so you decided to just enjoy it.

Soon, your pants followed your shirt, landing on the floor behind Zoro.

He stood, staring down at you with dark eyes, his chest heaving, you almost matching him with how hard you were breathing.

Suddenly, he pulled your underwear off, exposing your soaked core to the freezing air of your workshop.

"Wait, Zoro, I've never—"

You couldn't even finish your sentence, his mouth already meeting your core, his tongue driving into you while his thumb circled your clit.

"Zoro!" you cried out, your hand reaching down to grab his soft hair, bucking your hips against his mouth.

It felt better than anything you could've ever imagined.

But just as quick as it came, his tongue left you, your whine not even making it halfway before your back was arching, all three of his fingers shoved into you.

The mix of pain and pleasure was delicious, and you almost instantly understood why some peple were addicted to it.

His mouth replaced his thumb on your clit, his diits unraveling you so easy.

You moaned his name like a broken record, the heat in your face reaching down your entire body, sighing as he pulled his fingers out.

You watched, intently, as Zoro tugged off his pants, his boxers going with his clothes, landing right next to yours.

He was gorgeous.

Years of hard, grueling training left him toned, every bit of him defined and carved by the gods.

He stroked his cock, and something churned in your stomah at the sight of it.

It as really big—if this was real, then you'd be sore beyond belief.

You swallowed, letting Zoro maneuver your body and legs as he lined himself up, rubbing the pink-tipped head of his dick against your folds.

He looked into your eyes, and smirked, before pushing in with one motion, his eyes snapping shut at the feeling of your hot, soft walls.

In an instant, his body cooled down, allowing a moment of relief before it came back twice as painful.

Meanwhile, you had breathed yourself through it quite well, the painful sting already beginning to disappear.

Suddenly, he let out a pained, lustful moan, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in.

It as simple at first, a novice pace, the sound of your wet cunt suctioning around him echoing throughout the room.

Your breath was suddenly stolen as Zoro pressed down into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his hands pinned your wrists to the bed.

"Fuck fuck fuck," he growled.

He sounded like an animal in heat, his hips hammering into yours, the sound of your cunt being abused growing louder.

"Ah...ah...aah!" you panted, drool leaking down the side of your mouth as Zoro fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your thighs and ass, the sound only turning you on even more.

And it seemed to be doing the same to Zoro.

He bit your shoulder, moaning so loud you were sure the entire ship would've had complaints.

If this wasn't a dream, of course—which you were positive it was.

Your first orgasm came fast and hard, fireworks exploding in your vision as the coil wound in your gut snapped.

Zoro let out a tutered groan, frantically pulling his dick out and coming all over your stomach, the amount a concerning one.

But he was still unsatisfied.

With a grunt, he clutched his side, another cramp rushing through his body and forcing him to flip you over, pulling up your hips.

Your face burned as he ignored your sputtering words, sliding back into you, his breath hitching as you clenched down on him yet again.

Using his strength, he practically overtook you with his body, arms wrapped around your waist and hips pistoning as he hammered you like there was no tomorrow.

You couldn't even breath, each thrust knocking the wind out of you.

Fixing his position, Zoro shifted his hips ever so slightly, sitting up on his knees, forcing you to see stars.

Ecstasy flooded through your body as your front half went completely limp, panting moans pushing from your chest with each slap of Zoro's hips against your ass.

It wasn't long before your second orgasm came crashing through you—not as intense as the first but ust as hard.

Feeling himself right on the edge, he quickly pulled away, letting out a brathy whisperof your name as he pumped himself, releasing all over your back.

It continued like this for a while, the pain only disappearing after two more rounds.

And once it did, he carefully let go of your hips, them dropping like dead weight as all of your strength was completely sapped away.

Zoro was utterly exhausted, panting and aching everywhere, but he could only imagine how you felt.

He himself had never made it past first base with a woman before—he'd never had time for relationships, sexual or romantic—but he wasn't stupid.

He'd heard many a tale about the soreness that exists after sex for women.

And you had done him a serious solid.

So he forced himself to stand up, pulling on some pants before walking to the bathroom on tired legs and grabbing a few wash rags.

He got you cleaned up with the warm, damp ones, before using a cold one to cool the rest of your body.

But once that was done, he had no energy to do anything else, allowing himself to fall back against the pillows, breathing heavily.

Though, he didn't waste any time in wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest.

He couldn't just leave you after what he did...and if he was being honest, he didn't want to.

Watching your sleeping form, snoring softly and snuggled under the sheets, brought a certain warmness to his heart he had never felt before.

He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but the least he could do was hold you in his arms while he had the chance.

Maybe, one day, this could be real.

BONUS !!

The shouts of your captain snatched you from your death-like sleep, waking you with a groan as your eyes fluttered open, only to be blinded by the golden rays of morning light seeping through the window.

You let out a tired whine, covering your head with your pillow.

'I knew I should've got those curtains...'

Sitting up, sluggishly, you almost immediately regretted it when a jolt of pain shot through your core, the following soreness and aching rippling throughout the rest of your body.

"The hell?" you winced at the pulse between your legs.

It practically hurt to breathe.

And you had no idea why.

Confused, you lifted the blanket to check what was wrong, only to find that you were completely naked.

'Oh, shit... oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!'

You whipped your head around, looking for any sign of the handsome pirate, only to find him snoring soundly right next to you, one of his arms haphazardly strewn around your waist.

Going off his positioning, it looked like you two were tangled in the sheets, his arms holding you protectively for most of the night.

"Last night was real..." you muttered, wincing again, your voice nearly gone.

A raspy tone only acquired after screaming nearly all night long

'Oh, shit! Fuck! The others! I was so loud!'

Frantic, you didn't realize how close you were to the edge, your lips letting a yelp slip as you fell over.

Instantly, you hit the floor with a harsh thud, letting out a string of curses as another jolt of pain coursed through your legs and hips.

"Fuck..." Zoro groaned as he patted the space next to him, attempting to feel for you as he stirred awake from the noise. "Where the hell did she—oh, shit, (y/n)!"

Realizing you were on the ground, his eye shot wide, and he quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist and effortlessly hoisting you into his lap.

"Crap, (y/n), are you alright?! Are you hurt?!" he asked, frazzled, and still trying to wake up. "Shit, (y/n), I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for all this to happen. I shoulda listened to you and left the damn sake alone."

To say he felt ashamed was an understatement.

He was absolutely mortified.

The events of last night began coming back to him in flashes, the pit of guilt in his stomach sinking deeper with each one.

Where he dragged his tongue against your skin...

Every hickey and bite mark he left behind...

The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing against him...

That's not how he wanted your first time together to be.

He wanted it to be something slow and special, something a woman like you deserved.

But instead it was fast and in the spur of the moment, all because he was stupid enough to guzzle some mystery drink and fall under the effects of a lust spell.

"I—"

Raising your finger to his lips, you silenced him, eyes suddenly lidded as you leaned forward, forcing the two of you to lay back down, much to his confusion.

"Talk later," you mumbled, sleepily, nuzzling into his side as you pulled up the covers. "Sleep now."

Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you let out a smooth, content sigh, slowly drifting back into slumber.

Incredulous, Zoro let out a small chuckle, but complied anyway, his arms snaking around your waist once more, pulling you further into him with a slight smirk.

Maybe he had that jug to thank after all...

[inoreuct]

I've been lurking in the Zosan tag and I'm super in love with the snippets you've been posting! For a prompt, I really enjoy them being soft and taking care of each other after fights? Also love outsider POV if that seems fun to you.

wahshdhdhhs THANK YOU 😭 i’m having so much fun writing them and i had fun writing THIS :)) made it short and sweet and mostly from nami’s pov; soft but also they bicker because. when do they not. enjoy!

Nami huffed as she made her way to the galley, peckish after the battle. Sanji was probably there, but loathe as she was to admit it she’d feel a little bad to ask him to make something; that fight had taken a lot out of all of them, and she’d gotten off easy— The last she’d seen him he’d been wrapping his forearms with his shirt and trying to staunch the bleeding from several wicked slashes.

The door was cracked open when she got there. Strange. Sanji was meticulous about keeping it shut to keep Luffy out, but she supposed if he was to be lax at any time, it would be when he was injured. 

That was, until she heard the voices.

“Stop moving, shithead!”

“I’m not moving! The fuck are you—”

She peeked through into the kitchen and almost stopped breathing, hunger forgotten, fatigue banished, grin growing by the second.

“If you don’t stop fucking fidgeting it’s gonna leave a scar,” Zoro warned, tugging Sanji’s hand forward again and rolling his eyes at the cook’s dramatic sigh.

Sanji was perched on the dining table, one arm outstretched as Zoro shoved a needle threaded with fishing line through his skin. He tried to hide his wince at a particularly tender spot, shoulders jumping before they settled at Zoro’s soft sound of apology. Nami took a note at the back of her mind to get Luffy to befriend more doctors.

Still, looking at the arm that Zoro had already finished, the stitches were neater than Zoro would have done on himself; she’d seen the scars that he’d gotten from sewing himself up. They didn’t look like they’d had half this much care put into them.

“You’re lucky they aren’t that deep. The hell’d you go and do this for, shitty cook? You need your hands,” the swordsman mumbled, brows furrowing and actually sounding a little confused, and Nami simultaneously felt sorry for him and like she wanted to clobber the big idiot upside the head. 

“Ah, you know me,” Sanji sighed, slouching to the side dramatically but keeping his arm still. “Always the martyr—” Zoro levelled him with an unimpressed stare, cutting a stitch with a dry snip, and he faltered. “Well, I— I don’t know, marimo.” He shrugged, swallowing. His eyes were staring at something on the table. “I saw you there and just moved.”

Nami gathered her context clues and had to stop herself from pumping her fists. It was finally happening. The two idiots had been dancing around each other for ages; She and Usopp had a running bet on who would get their shit together first, but hell, at this point she didn’t even care who won.

Zoro sighed heavily, short and sharp, pushing Sanji’s skin together to finish off the last stitch. “Just— Don’t do it again.”

“The hell do you mean don’t do it again, you ingrate?!” Sanji squawked, outraged and hissing through his teeth when the fishing line was tightened. “I saved your life!”

“I would’ve been fine!”

“You would’ve been hurt—”

Zoro tossed the scissors and needle aside, brandishing a roll of gauze in Sanji’s face. “And what if you couldn’t cook anymore?!” 

“Well maybe, just maybe—” The cook snatched the gauze, gripping it in his fist with his eyes ablaze, “Really think about this, now— I care more about you than that, you moss-brained oaf.” He took a measured inhale, jaw working as he looked away. Nami was about to do a victory lap around the deck. “Good God, how long is it gonna take to get it through your thick skull…” 

“Curly-brow.” 

Sanji remained resolute, face turned to the side even as Zoro stepped closer.

“Oi, cook.”

He wound the gauze between his fingers, looking down.

“Sanji,” Zoro murmured. “Baby. Come here.”

Nami clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as coins. This was a thing. They were already a thing. Oh, Usopp was absolutely going to lose his shit. 

Sanji swallowed, unable to escape when Zoro had callused hands on his knees and was dipping down to nose at his cheek. “First you want me to stop moving, now you want me to—” He cut off when Zoro kissed him, simple and sweet, thumb rubbing circles over his kneecap. “…Mm. Right, yes, I suppose that’s… a valid reason.”

“Thank you.” Zoro set his jaw, looking up at Sanji earnestly. “I mean it, curls. I know how much cooking means to you. And you said...”

Nami watched as Sanji’s face softened, his hand coming up to cup the side of Zoro’s face. “Of course, mon chou.”

The swordsman chuckled low in his chest. “Did you just call me a cabbage?”

“Wh— No.”

“Yes, you did.”

“How the hell do you know?”

“Our navigator doesn’t just have maps. Found a French dictionary lying around.” 

Shit, she’d been wondering where that had gone. Green-haired bastard.

“Said navigator’s been here since five minutes ago.”

Double shit. 

Sanji whipped around with a scandalised noise as she gave up the act and stood in the doorway properly. “Nami!”

“I didn’t see anything!” she cackled, just barely sheepish, hands up in a gesture of peace as she turned and hightailed it out of there. The smart thing to do would be to blackmail the shit out of Zoro—

But she thought of how gently they’d treated each other, the looks in their eyes, and sighed. She’d let them have this.

(But getting her to admit that they were good for each other or that she was happy for them would be harder than pulling teeth, she’d make sure of that.) *

“Go get me a wet cloth, darling, there’s blood in your hair.”

“You think she’ll snitch?” Zoro asked, running the tap over a clean dishcloth and wringing it out before walking back.

Sanji hummed, non-committal and slightly amused. “Would you mind if she did?” he asked lightly, seemingly unbothered as he wiped at the red drying tacky in Zoro’s hairline from where he’d been whacked over the head.

The swordsman laughed under his breath. He could feel the tension in Sanji from the way he was sitting, spine too straight as he wrapped his arms around the cook’s waist, hipbones pressed into the table’s edge between his thighs. “…Not really, no.”

“Nothing to worry about, then,” Sanji said, cool and composed, but this time he didn’t bother hiding the relief in his smile. “Now.” He pursed his lips, scrubbing the rest of the blood out of Zoro’s eyebrow. “To the showers with you, and then bed.”

Zoro held up the gauze. “Still gotta wrap your stitches.”

Sanji rolled his eyes again, the corners crinkling as he smiled. “Fine. Wrap, shower, bed.”

“Mm,” Zoro hummed, pulling him close and leaning up for one last kiss. “Perfect.” 

fin.

[genogenocrazycatman]

Stillwater - Chapter 5

Stillwater [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net, Mibba]

Characters: Original Female Character, Monkey D. Luffy, Rorona Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Tony Tony Chopper, Nefeltari Vivi

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"We build as only children know to build

We made a way where there's a will

No slowing down or standing still

Innocent and reckless

"How did we get so old and never notice

How did we gain the world and lose the moment

Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us

And drowns us all"

-Hands Like Houses

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I ducked the Baroque Works employee that charged at me, causing him to run right over the railing of the ship. He held onto the railing, keeping him from falling into the water. I brought my foot down on top of his fingers, causing him to cry out in pain and release his hold.

Another one rushed me. I dropped to my back on the deck and pushed of the balusters, between the woman’s legs.

Naturally, when I arrived back at the Merry, there were a number of Baroque Works goons waiting for me. Instead of stealing out supplies like I had anticipated, they were attempting to take the ship itself. They were all pretty beat up looking, and they all looked scared out of their minds. Clearly they were running from someone. The question was who.

If they were running from us, then attempting to steal our ship was the dumbest possible decision.

It could’ve had something to do with their company. Consequences for their failure, maybe? Based on what I had seen, it made the most sense. Their fear was beyond that of a pay cut though. It was as if their lives depending on it, which I guessed was the case.

A loud boom came from the town.

“What the hell was that?” I wondered out loud, looking over my shoulder. A cloud of smoke and dust rose up from the middle of the town.

My distraction gave my opponents an opportunity, and one of them shot me in the leg.

“Damn it!” I swore, putting my hand on the wound.

The explosion seemed to frenzy the idiots on the ship. They attacked with renewed vigor. They were weak and sloppy.

By this point, the deck was no longer as crowded as it had been before. When I first showed up, the deck had been full of people. There was no way for them to sail comfortable, but discomfort was better than death.

I had thinned it out, so now there was room to move.

I grabbed the nearest Baroque Works employee and used him as a shield, ducking behind the mast. He had a scarf wrapped around his head, which I used to choke him out, before using it as a tourniquet.

Zoro and the others were going to have to get back here without my help. I knew they didn’t need it, but I liked to think that it was at least nice enough to have the option.

I pulled myself up, only to be grabbed from behind by a large man.  Another one launched a knife at me.

I ducked my head down as low as I could.

The knife flew through the air like an arrow, launched from a bow. It hit the man, holding me, slicing his forehead, clattering down his face, scratching his eye.

I got out of his grasp, and spun him around over the railing.

The guy threw another knife. I caught this one, before it could hit me. “Going for the head is stupid. You need to aim for a softer part of the body,” I lectured. “One that you can actually pierce.”

With a flick of my wrist, I sent the knife flying at the man.

“Unless of course, you can pierce the skull.”

The knife hit him in the center of his forehead, crunching as it slid through the bone, stopping only once the hilt was touching the skin there.

He fell back onto the deck with a thump.

“We’re just trying to survive,” one woman said, as she fired a blunderbuss at me.

“Ah shit,” I swore, diving out of the way. I hated those damn guns. You could load them with literally anything and it would still fire. This lady’s choice seemed to be glass.

“Do you know how annoying this is gonna be to clean up?” I yelled, ducking around the mast again. I dodged a man, who attempted to clothes line me. I grabbed him, spinning him around and slamming him against the mast. I cranked back and head butted him, knocking him unconscious. I threw the guy at the lady. He was significantly larger than her so she was trapped underneath him.

I grabbed the gun and knocked her out with the butt end of it.

There were more explosions, buildings fallings and crashing, clouds of smoke, dust and debris rising into the air off in the distance.

‘What the hell is going on?’

I finished off the rest of them quickly, throwing them overboard. I then hobbled inside to take care of my leg. It looked like I was gonna have to keep watch over the Merry, until the others came back and that was going to be a lot easier to do without a bullet in my thigh.

By no means was I a doctor. I knew how to take care of common illnesses. I had younger siblings I took care of. I could handle the flu and runny noses.  I could take care of scrapes, bruises and bloody noses, and I could stitch up wounds

Removing bullets wasn’t exactly something I had ever had to do before. I didn’t get into many fights outside of the ones with my father, and he didn’t need a gun. A few pirates had come to my island and shot at me, but I easily avoided it.

Now that I was thinking about it, I was sure that this was the first time that I had actually been shot.

The adrenaline was wearing off, and I was really feeling that stupid bullet. Was it the worst thing I had ever felt? No. Nowhere near it, but it wasn’t pleasant. I grabbed a clean rag and applied it to the wound, holding pressure.

I just had to pull that stupid bullet out, clean it, and stitch it up. That was it. Simple. I could do that.

A large explosion, sounded off, and the resulting shockwave from the blast rocked the Merry.

I tightened the scarf around my leg and stood up, hobbling over to the door. The sky on the other side of the island was alive with flashes of red and yellow. This explosion had easily been twenty times stronger than the ones I had heard earlier.

I could still feel the radiant warmth that was Luffy, so I knew he was alright. Since it wasn’t in town, I figured that Nami, Sanji and Usopp were in the clear too.

Then there was Zoro. I was pretty sure that death could take Zoro unless Zoro let him.

My thoughts were confirmed, when I felt that cursed sword of his nearing the Merry.

I hobbled on deck and pulled the lines in.

The first one to make it wasn’t any of my crewmates however. It was Wednesday’s duck.

“I don’t have time for you,” I told it.

It quacked indignantly.

Zoro jumped on deck. “Watch yourself!” I warned. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“We’ll worry about that later. We have to get out of here.”

“And the duck?”

“He’s fine. We have to hurry.”

I nodded.  Okay then...“Pull the anchor. I already got the lines.”

Zoro went and hoisted up the anchor.

“Hey! I got 'em!” Luffy yelled. I peered over the railing. Luffy has drug Sanji and Usopp back to the Merry, by their leg and nose respectively.

“Good! Bring them up.”

Both were out.

“What? They’re still asleep?”

“Luffy, you knocked them out,” I explained.

Zoro groaned in irritation.

Nami was next with Wednesday in tow.

“We don’t have time to look for him!” Nami yelled.

“What’s she doing here?” I asked.

“Long story,” Zoro said. “What happened to your leg?”

“Equally long story.”

“I’m not going to just leave him here,” Wednesday wailed.

“But listen-“

“What’s the problem?” Zoro asked.

“Apparently, her duck’s gone missing, and now she’s refusing to leave without it.”

“You mean this duck?” Zoro pointed to the bird standing beside him.

“He’s here?!” both Wednesday and Nami exclaimed.

“Made it here before I did.”

That spawned both to move. “There’s a tributary right up this river. If we take it, we can get out to sea faster.”

Luffy threw both Usopp and Sanji on deck.

“Zoro catch them!” I barked out.

The swordsman, managed to get both, before they could land on the glass.

Luffy hopped up after.

“Whoa! What happened here?” he asked, seeing all the glass, blood and bullets.

“They tried to steal the Merry.”

“Mira, take the helm,” Nami ordered.

I headed back inside and manned the steering pole, gritting my teeth against the pain in my leg.

I caught bits and pieces of the conversations from outside. Baroque Works was after us, and they could potentially send thousands of people to hunt us down. Lovely.

I could catch up on that later. The best thing I heard was the sound of Sanji and Usopp’s yelling.

“Sanji!” I called.

“Yes, Mira, my dearest?” he said, practically floating into the room with hearts in his eyes. He quickly went to serious Sanji, when he saw my leg. “You’re injured.”

“Recurring theme in my life. I need you to do me a favor. Go grab the sewing kit, the strongest alcohol we have on board, and a clean rag.”

“Got it.”

I hobbled over and put some water on to stove to boil. He brought me the stuff I had asked for. I dipped the needle in the boiling water, and then sat down, stretching my leg out on the bench in front of me.

“Give me your belt.”

“What?”

“Give me the belt, Sanji.”

Sanji did as I asked taking his belt off and handing it to me. I used it to tourniquet my leg, better than the rag I had used earlier. I took a deep breath and went in, pulling the slug out of my thigh.

I had a high threshold for pain. That didn’t mean that it felt any better. It wasn’t that things didn’t hurt. No this hurt just as bad for me as it would for anyone else. All that meant was that I could take a lot of pain, before it overtook me and I collapsed.

Sanji stayed there, holding my leg straight to keep me from thrashing. Once the bullet was out, he put a clean rag on it and held pressure. It didn’t take long for the bleeding to stop, thankfully. I cleaned the wound with the alcohol.

I went to stitch it up, but Sanji stopped me.

“Here. I’ll get it. You’ve got that gash in your hand.”

“Can you sew?” I asked.

“I’ve trussed a bird.”

“Not the same,” I sighed. “Alright, listen up this is what you have to do.”

I talked Sanji through the process, while cleaning up my hand and wrapping it.

We couldn’t properly bandage it. My pant leg was in the way. I was gonna have to wait until we hit the sea and then have Nami help me.

“I got to say, you’re one tough lady, Mira,” Sanji said, standing up and washing his hands.

“Not very many people could dig a bullet out of their leg.”

“Go check with Nami, see if we’re still on course, if not then I-“

“Just stay there. If we’re off course, I’ll steer. I still have to figure what’s going on, anyways.”

Sanji disappeared out onto the deck, shutting the door behind him. Despite the closed door, I could still hear everyone on deck.

I carefully scooted, so that I was lying down on the length of the bench. I needed a bath. The deck still needed cleaned. I now had to clean up the mess that I had made in here. I was gonna need more pants, since these one were ruined. I could path the hole easily enough, but wasn’t sure about getting the blood stain out. I could probably manage, but I wasn’t positive.

I was going through my list of chores in my head, half listening to everyone on deck. We were almost at the end of the tributary, almost out to sea.

“Finally, it’s getting light out,” Nami said sighing in relief.

I glanced out the window. It was foggy and grey, but brighter thanks to day break. It also meant that it was nearing twenty-four hours, since I had last slept. I closed my eyes, starting to feel sleep pulling me under, when I heard a new voice.

“I’m just glad we got away from the people, who were chasing us.”

“That’s for sure,” Nami agreed.

Had I missed them bringing another person on board?

“With all this fog, we need to be careful to avoid the rocks.”

“Don’t worry. I got it-“ Nami paused.

“This ship is nice,” the voice said.

I heard the others, gasp. They must’ve noticed the person. Clearly, this was an uninvited visitor.

“It’s you!” Wednesday cried.

“I just happened to run into your dear Mr.8 a little ways back. He didn’t look so good.”

“So you killed Igaram,” Wednesday said.

I still had no clue what was really going on. Wednesday was with us. The mayor guy was dead. There was some mystery woman on the ship. I would’ve been lost even if I was perfectly fine.

I was really hoping that this wasn’t going to be an ongoing thing. Broken ribs and bullet wounds, keeping me down. At least this would heal quickly. Actually I was lucky that the bullet hadn’t already gotten stuck in my leg, healed over. That would’ve terrible to get out, having to cut through the flesh to pull it out. Being as tired as I was was actually proving to be a blessing.

“You! What are you doing on my ship and how did you get here? Who are you?” Luffy yelled.

“Answer him! What are you doing here, Ms. All-Sunday?”

“So you know who she is? Which of number guys is she partnered with?”

“Her partner is Mr.0, the boss.”

“Crocodile’s her partner?”

‘As in the war lord?’ I wondered. I shook my head. I would get answers later.

“She’s a bad guy?” Luffy questioned.

“She was the only one, who knew the boss’s identity. That’s how we found out, who he actually is by following her back to him,” Wednesday explained.

“To be accurate, I allowed it,” Ms. All-Sunday, amended.

“So she’s a good guy then?”

“I know you knew we were there. You were the one, who told the boss what we knew, weren’t you?”

“That’s right,” Ms. All-Sunday confirmed.

“So she’s a bad guy?”

“Luffy will you cut it out already,” Zoro snipped.

“You still haven’t told us what it is you’re doing here.”

“Oh right. You were just so serious about the whole thing I couldn’t help myself. A princess doing whatever it takes to help her country, making her an enemy of Baroque Works. The idea just so ridiculous.”

That set Wednesday off.

I sat up, looking out the window, seeing a woman sitting on the railing outside the door.

Everyone reacted to Wednesday’s outburst. Zoro went for his swords, Nami her staff. Luffy took a fighting stance. Both Usopp and Sanji stood beside her, Usopp aiming his slingshot and Sanji a gun.

“I would really appreciate, if you stopped pointing those at me,” Ms. All-Sunday said.

Sanji and Usopp were thrown to the ground. Nami’s staff was knocked out of her hands, as were Zoro’s sword from his.

“A devil fruit,” Zoro growled out.

“But which one? What’s her power?”

“There’s no need to get all excited. You can all calm down; I haven’t been given any orders to follow you. I have no reason to fight you.”

She managed to pluck Luffy’s hat from his head.

I forced myself up, pushing the blurriness at the edge of my consciousness away.

Fog wasn’t ideal, like say rain or a lake. It took a whole lot of fog, to produce a little bit of water. That being said the fog outside was thick and went on for miles. I had a lot to work with.

I pushed open the door, appearing behind Ms. All-Sunday.

The fog in the immediate area had condensed into droplets, hovering in the air, twitching with anticipation.  Some of the droplets came together, jetting towards the hat on top of Ms. All-Sunday’s knocking it back into Luffy’s head.

Everyone looked around, startled save for the woman sitting on the banister in front of me.

“If you don’t have orders to be here, then why are you?” I asked.

“What’s this? You can control water. That’s a neat little trick,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

I had never met the woman in front of me before, but I knew her face. Those eyes bright blue eyes, held the same loneliness and pain in their depths now as they did, when she was a child. The papers didn’t do it justice. Seeing it in real life, I almost wanted to pity her.

Almost.

“I’m starting to run out of patience. Everyone wants to know why you’re here. Answer them, before I fire these droplets at you at high pressure, shredding your skin.”

For emphasis, I let one loose. It flew past her, leaving a cut on the exposed skin on her thigh.

“Why not drown me in my own lungs?” she asked.

I narrowed my eyes. It was obvious that she liked to play games, but I wasn’t the one to do it with. “Because, Demon Child, then I’d be doing you a favor.”

There was a second, where her whole body tensed.

I held back the smug feeling within me. I had rattled her.

She played it cool though, running into her explanation as if I hadn’t spoken. “I’m here because of your bad luck. Picking up a princess, who Baroque Works has already determined needs to be eliminated, protected by a measly handful of pirates.” She scoffed. “But your luck gets even worse, because of the direction your log pose is indicating. You see?”

Nami glanced at the log pose, worried.

“The name of the next island is Little Garden. We won’t even need to lift a finger.  You’ll all be dead, long before you reach Alabasta. You don’t think it’s a little foolish, allowing yourselves to be wiped out?” she asked, throwing something at Wednesday.

“An eternal pose?”

“Using that, you can skip right past Little Garden without stopping, straight to an island near Alabasta. The pose points to a places known as Nani mo Nai Shima. None of our agents know that course, so you won’t be followed.”

“What? So she’s good after all?”

“Why are you giving this to us?” Wednesday asked.

“It’s part of her game.”

“It’s got to be a trap,” Zoro accused.

“Oh does it?” she shot back.

Wednesday seemed conflicted, but it didn’t matter.

Luffy was having none of it. “Forget your thingy. We don’t need it.” Luffy marched forward and grabbed the eternal pose, crushing it with his bare hand.

Nami kicked him, knocking him back onto the deck. “JERK! She just went out of her way to show us an easier course to follow! Maybe she actually is trying to help us get away!”

Luffy glared up at Ms. All-Sunday. “You aren’t the one, who decides where this ship goes.”

I smirked at Luffy.

“Well that’s too bad,” she lamented.

Nami was still screaming at Luffy.

“She blew up that funny old man, and he was nice, so now I hate her.”

It was such simple logic, but that’s what made it so strong, so easy for him to abide by. There were no shades of grey to be considered. There was good and bad, and she was bad.

“I’m sorry to hear that, and I’m sorry that you didn’t except my offer. If you survive, I hope that we’ll meet again.”

“No,” Luffy said childishly.

“Meetings with you usually don’t end well for the other party,” I pointed out.

She narrowed her eyes at me, but said nothing.

I knew I had struck a nerve with her, and later it would probably come back to bite me, but for now I had one up on her.

She jumped off of the Merry and onto a giant turtle.

We watched her retreat, letting out sighs of relief only once she was out of sight.

Wednesday collapsed to the ground. “That woman. I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s going through her head.”

“Then there’s no use in thinking about it, is there?” Nami pointed out.

“There’s someone on this boat, who’s just like that.”

I chuckled at Zoro.

“Someone please tell me what’s going on!” Usopp demanded.

“Oh Ms. Wednesday did you join our crew?”

I waved my hand around, the water in the air coming together into one large blob. I used it to rise off the floor inside and the deck out. I rinsed off the desk, sending the bloody, glass filled water into the ocean.

Once that mess I was taken care of I felt a lot better.

“So that’s you’re devil fruit huh?” Nami asked.

I nodded, leaning heavily against the door frame.

“That’s so cool!” Luffy screamed, at me. “Mira can you make a fountain? Oh wait no-“

Usopp and Luffy started bombarding me with questions, but Zoro cut them off.

“Guys, let Mira go to bed. She’s been up for nearly twenty-four hours.”

“And she got shot,” Sanji added.

I yawned. “I need a bath.”

“And that wound needs wrapped,” Nami noted. “Come on,” she said, coming up and supporting my weight for me. “I’ll help you.”

“Thanks Nami.”

“Oh my! My beautiful, Nami, and dearest, Mira, bath-“

Nami just rolled her eyes and sneered at him. “Pervert.”

Sanji acted as if Nami had shot her.

I snorted in response.

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