#One Piece Zoro

[eury-d1ce]

save that wasian boy

[organveils]

Sanji Week Day 4: Bonds

When Zoro gives Sanji his earring <33

[leonerobinsbasement]

Zosan again But now they are ponies.

[soaln]

can i request hcs of monster trio and ace/law getting jealous of someone stealing reader’s attention?

𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ﹒ ౨ৎ

𓏵 ﹒ ┈ warnings : none, pure fluff, gender isn't mentioned I think ｡— ◟ 𖦹

𝓜𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

Luffy, despite his carefree and unrefined nature, is open about his feelings for you. His youthful exuberance and boundless energy make his attachment to you both overwhelming and endearing. If someone tries to take your attention away, he doesn’t hesitate to express his feelings. His face scrunches up into an exaggerated pout, his lips puffing out as he declares, “Hey! That’s my [Y/N]!” in a tone that is both childish and possessive.

Luffy usually doesn’t care much about competition, but when it comes to you, he will go to great lengths to capture your attention. Whether it’s interrupting conversations with his signature enthusiasm or pulling you into a tight, playful hug, he makes sure everyone knows you are his priority.

If someone continues to ignore him, Luffy's behavior will become even more outrageous. He might start doing silly stunts, telling jokes, or even challenging the intruder to a goofy competition—all to get your attention back. His actions are loud, chaotic, and completely in character, but they stem from a place of genuine affection.

𝓡𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

Zoro’s jealousy is as sharp and precise as his swordsmanship. He’s not one to wear his emotions openly, but when someone catches your attention, his stoic demeanor becomes a little more intense. His arms cross, his gaze narrows, and his silence speaks volumes. He doesn’t need words to convey his displeasure.

If the situation escalates, Zoro's pride won't allow him to stand by without taking action. He'll find a way to involve himself, often pretending that he needs your help with something trivial, like adjusting his swords or reaching for a drink. His movements are deliberate, and his tone remains casual, but his piercing gaze is always fixed on the intruder.

Zoro’s jealousy is subtle yet powerful. He doesn’t create a scene, but his actions and presence are enough to remind everyone—especially you—that he’s not someone to be underestimated when it comes to matters of the heart.

𝓥𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

Sanji’s jealousy is as intense and dramatic as his personality. When someone tries to capture your attention, his romantic nature ignites like a storm. His words are filled with passion and possessiveness, and his voice drips with charming sweetness as he declares, “Darling, you should know, no one could ever treat you the way I do!”

His jealousy is anything but subtle. He showers you with flirtatious compliments while his eyes smolder with intensity, casting pointed glances at anyone he sees as a threat. Sanji's love language revolves around grand gestures, which he uses to remind you—and everyone else—that you are his muse, his one and only.

If the situation requires it, Sanji will go all out. He might prepare an extravagant meal just for you, presenting it with a theatrical bow and flourish. His jealousy is intertwined with passion, spectacle, and an unwavering devotion that is impossible to ignore.

𝓟𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄

Ace’s jealousy is subtle, reflecting his laid-back personality, yet it runs deep. When someone captures your attention, he observes from a distance, maintaining a calm expression while his gaze remains intense. A quiet tension fills the air, and a slight change in his demeanor reveals the depth of his feelings.

If the intruder persists, Ace will step in with his trademark charm and ease. His words are teasing, his tone light, but there’s a possessiveness lurking beneath the surface. “Careful, they might bite,” he might say with a smirk, his voice smooth and affectionate. “You wouldn’t want to get too close.”

Ace’s jealousy is never overt, but it’s always present. He doesn’t need grand gestures or dramatic declarations to remind you where his heart lies. His quiet confidence and subtle actions speak louder than words ever could.

𝓣𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝓦𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

Law's jealousy is a masterclass in restraint and quiet intensity. He doesn't engage in loud displays of emotion, but when someone attracts too much of your attention, his presence becomes unmistakable. He lingers in the background, his posture rigid and his gaze sharp, while his silence is heavy with unspoken possessiveness.

His actions are intentional and thoughtful. A gentle touch, a soft word, or a slight change in distance is enough to remind you—and everyone else—that you belong to him. “You seem… quite interested in them,” he might murmur, his tone cool but tinged with a hint of irritation.

When Law's patience begins to wear thin, his jealousy becomes more evident. A slight scowl, a protective arm around you, or a sharp glare at the intruder acts as a silent warning. His love is deep and intimate, and he won't hesitate to defend it with the same precision he uses in battle.

[zroronoas]

roommate!zoro

hi guys i love zoro so much i might actually explode.

-

-zoro is a sleepy guy, so he loves taking naps on the couch. like all the time. you rarely get to sit on it, since his entire body is always occupying the seats. the living room is basically his bedroom, with him preferring to sleep there over his actual one. you've sat on him once, somehow not noticing the lump that was snoring away underneath the blanket.

"zoro, do you not like your bed?"

the question makes the man raise an eyebrow, what kind of question was that? what kind of person doesn't like their own bed?

"of course i do, do you?"

"do i like your bed? i've never been on it."

now you're both confused, but the man opts to just close his eyes again. you pull your lips into a tight line, deciding to focus your attention back to your book. conversations between the two of you never went well if they went on too long.

-zoro cannot cook. like don't even let him get near the kitchen Please. you don't understand how it happens, he could have a recipe pulled up on his phone and he still somehow messes it up. the smoke detector is going off, your pots and pans are burnt, and zoro is yelling at his ruined dish.

"it's not my fault! it's the stupid ass ingredients and recipe!"

you roll your eyes as you frantically try to fan away all the smoke. "how could it be the ingredients and recipe? you just can't read!"

"oh now you're being ungrateful, this dish was for us!"

"zoro, do me the biggest favor and never cook anything ever again. i'll cook for us."

-friday movie nights with lots of alcohol. thankfully you can both hold your alcohol pretty well, so drinking with zoro was always a chill time. your only issue was that you tended to be a little more affectionate when drunk, but zoro was usually passed out once you got to that point.

"cheers!" you grin while bumping your tiny shot glass to zoro's full cup of beer. he scoffs, but there's a small smile on his face when he watches you take the shot and immediately grimace.

"do we have to cheers every time we take a shot? we've done this about eight times now."

"zoro," you look at him pointedly. "you're really such a buzzkill! of course we have to cheers every time!"

zoro notices the way your cheeks start to turn pink and how you slowly start moving closer to him on the couch. he always tries not to think anything of it, but he can't help but think that you're a little bit cute when you're drunk. just a little though.

and that's usually his cue to put his hands behind his head and close his eyes, so that he doesn't have to deal with his heart pounding against his chest when you act like that.

"already, zoro?" you whine. "you always fall asleep so fast!"

-he walks around shirtless all the time. sometimes he'll even sport the shirtless and gray sweatpant combo. it's actually a pain in the ass because he's so hot. and you have a staring problem. the worst thing about it is that zoro is fully aware that you ogle him, but he secretly loves it.

"zoro, please put a shirt on! you shouldn't walk around like that in front of me." you grumble, but the way you can't bring yourself to look at him, gives your true feelings away.

and since you're not looking at him, you don't see the smirk that forms on his face when he sees how much it affects you.

"go back into your room if you hate it so much."

"hey! i live here too, i should be able to walk into the kitchen without you being half naked!"

-does not lock the door when he uses the bathroom. the amount of times you've accidentally walked in on him showering or using the toilet is actually criminal. and when you yell at him to start locking the door, he blames you instead.

"maybe you should knock, the door is closed isn't it?" he rolls his eyes as he towel dries his hair.

"you should still lock it! sometimes i forget to knock."

"what's the big deal anyways? you've seen me naked multiple times now."

-he's actually super sweet and the best roommate. whenever you're tired from work, he always makes sure to make things a little easier for you. if that means ordering takeout so you don't have to cook, he'll do it. he'll tidy up around the apartment, because he knows it bothers you coming home to a messy house. and if you don't drive, he'd drop you off and pick you up from work. the only con to that was he always got lost on the way, but it was just something you had to get used to. and you'd gladly wait as long as you had for him.

[truebluesanji]

the dynamic! the tension! the rivalry! the vibes! Zosan is just fun and those who get it, get it!!

If anyone tells you “Shipping Zoro and Sanji is dumb,” show them who also ships them:

Brook (aka the #1 Zosan shipper):

Robin:

Toei:

Tokyo One Piece Tower:

[dannymans66]

Oda, stop being a coward and draw man ass

Based on this SBS question: here

[len-yx]

frotting friday

[frederyie]

SWAER I SWEAR IM TRYING TO FINISH IA IESKETCH

[inseobts]

If it's not too much to ask but could you please do a story of only one of the Monster trio like Luffy or Zoro or Sanji? (Or the whole straw hat crew) with a reader whose birthday it is on the same day as a holiday like valentine's day (even though we've already went past it, or it could be any other holiday that you think?) But only her best friend (one of the crew members) remembers her birthday and now the others feel bad, so they decide to throw an "apology birthday party" to make up for it?

Apology Birthday Party

zoro x strawhat!reader

a/n: I hope this is what you wantedddd, let me know if you want it different tho (づ￣ 3￣)づ

words count: 1.3k

tags: sfw, romance, soft zoro, nico robin bff

masterlist || ko-fi

The Sunny is draped in pink and red decorations, hearts scattered across the deck like confetti. Sanji is running around serving chocolates and heart-shaped treats, Nami is counting stacks of berries won from lovestruck islanders, and Luffy is eating whatever he can get his hands on.

It’s Valentine’s Day. And it’s also your birthday.

But no one seems to remember that last part.

You don’t say anything, of course. It’s not like you expect them to throw a big celebration or anything, but a simple “Happy Birthday” would have been nice. Yet, with everyone wrapped up in the holiday of love, your special day is completely overlooked.

Well, almost everyone.

“Here” Robin says, appearing beside you with a small, neatly wrapped box in her hands. She smiles, that knowing glint in her eyes as she hands it over “Happy Birthday.”

Your heart warms “Robin…”

“I know how it feels to be forgotten” she says gently “But you’re not.”

You unwrap the gift to find a delicate bookmark pressed with dried blue forget-me-not flowers. It’s beautiful. And, fitting.

Before you can properly thank her, a loud, boisterous laugh fills the air “Oi, Robin, what’s that? Love letter for y/n?” Luffy grins, oblivious as ever. That, of course, draws the attention of the rest of the crew. Sanji practically skids over, hearts in his eyes.

“A love letter?! From who?! I’ll destroy them—”

Robin sighs, sipping her wine “It’s her birthday present.”

Silence.

Utter, dead silence.

The entire crew stares at you, then at Robin, then back at you again. The color drains from Sanji’s face. Franky’s jaw quite literally drops. Usopp nearly chokes on his own spit. Nami’s eyes widen, and Chopper gasps in horror. Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t have a care in the world, looks like someone just told him there’s no more meat on the ship.

But the worst reaction? Zoro’s.

His eye snap to yours, and you see something flicker behind them, something that looks suspiciously like guilt.

“Wait,” Usopp wheezes, gripping his head like it physically hurts “Today’s your birthday? Like, right now?”

“…Yeah.”

A chorus of expletives follows.

“We’re horrible!” Chopper wails, flopping dramatically onto the deck.

“How could I forget such an important day?!” Sanji cries, dropping to his knees like he’s been personally betrayed.

Robin chuckles into her drink “At least you all realized it before the day ended.”

That kicks everyone into action. Nami immediately starts planning an emergency “Apology Birthday Party” barking orders while Franky dashes off to set up decorations. Luffy insists on getting you the biggest cake possible, while Sanji declares he will cook a full birthday feast worthy of redemption. Usopp starts crafting a birthday gift at lightning speed, while Chopper is still crying about how bad of a friend he is.

In the middle of all the chaos, you catch Zoro watching you. His arms are crossed, his expression unreadable, but there’s tension in his stance. And then, without a word, he turns and disappears below deck.

You don’t see him for the next hour.

By the time he returns, the impromptu party is already in full swing. The crew has somehow managed to pull together a spectacular celebration, with streamers, food, and a birthday banner that is only slightly lopsided. You’re seated at the center, laughing as Luffy shoves an unreasonable amount of cake into his mouth.

Then Zoro drops something onto the table in front of you.

You blink. It’s a small box, wrapped haphazardly, almost like he struggled with it. When you glance up at him, his face is turned away, slightly pink at the tips of his ears.

“Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it” he mutters, arms crossed.

Curious, you open it and your breath catches.

It’s a charm. A small, silver sword pendant attached to a simple chain. The craftsmanship is rough, but undeniably his.

“…Did you make this?”

Zoro shrugs, still not looking at you “Had some spare materials lying around.”

Your fingers curl around the charm, warmth blooming in your chest “I love it.”

“…Good.” His voice is gruff, but you catch the corner of his lips twitching, just slightly.

The rest of the crew watches with barely concealed interest “Oi, oi, does this mean Zoro is getting all romantic now?” Usopp teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Zoro immediately glares, hand twitching toward his swords “Say that again and you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

The laughter that follows is the best sound you’ve heard all day.

Maybe your birthday started off forgotten, but as you sit among your chaotic, wonderful crew, a handmade gift resting in your palm, you can’t help but think this turned out to be the best one yet.

The party goes on for hours. Sanji serves an extravagant feast, each dish crafted with your favorites in mind. Luffy challenges you to an eating contest, one you gracefully decline, knowing it’s a lost cause. Nami surprises you with a beautiful set of earrings, and Usopp proudly presents a handcrafted figurine of you in an exaggerated heroic pose.

Franky insists on a dance party, much to your amusement, and even Robin joins in. Chopper, still sniffling, clings to you, vowing to never forget your birthday again.

Through it all, Zoro remains close, never one for loud festivities, but always within reach. Eventually, when the night winds down, you find him on the ship’s upper deck, gazing at the stars.

“Thanks for the necklace” you say, leaning beside him.

He grunts, but doesn’t move away “Yeah.”

A comfortable silence settles between you. The ocean breeze is cool, but standing next to him, you feel warm.

After a moment, he exhales “…Sorry for forgetting.”

You glance at him, surprised by the quiet sincerity in his tone. Smiling, you shake your head “You made up for it.”

He finally looks at you then, and in the soft moonlight, his expression is softer than usual “Good.”

Zoro stays silent for a while, avoiding your gaze, and then adds, "Actually... I had prepared it for Valentine's Day."

For a moment, you remain impassive, smiling at the sea in front of you, but then your brain connects what he said.

You suddenly turn to him and gasp, "Wait, wh...what do you mean?"

He continues to avoid your gaze, trying to look indifferent, but the redness in his ears betrays him "I admit I forgot your birthday, but I didn’t forget Valentine's Day" he says.

You, even more flustered, reply "So it’s true what Luffy told me earlier, that you worked on the necklace for more than a week??"

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. He looks away, clearly embarrassed but trying to act nonchalant "I... I just wanted it to be perfect" he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, still processing the confession. It’s hard to believe this is the same person who usually brushes off any sort of emotional display "Zoro," you start, your voice soft, "You really made all of that... for me?"

He finally looks at you, and for the first time, his usual tough exterior seems to crack. His eyes are slightly hesitant, but there's a genuine warmth there, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction "Yeah, I did. It’s... not much, but I thought you’d like it."

You take a deep breath, your heart racing as everything sinks in. You can’t help but smile "I love it," you say, stepping a little closer "And I... I love that you cared enough to do this."

Zoro looks almost startled by your words, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. He clears his throat awkwardly "Well, don’t go getting any ideas... It's not like I’m suddenly a romantic or something."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine "I never said you were. But this is pretty damn romantic, Zoro."

He grumbles but there's a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth "Don’t get used to it."

You both stand there for a moment, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the space between you. It’s not the most conventional confession, but somehow, in that moment, it feels just right.

And just like that, your birthday, and even Valentine's day, is perfect.

[haerenven]

TYPA GIRL

Zoro’s ideal woman is not defined by fleeting preferences or superficial attractions. He is a man of unwavering resolve, one who walks a path carved by discipline and will. The woman who captures his heart would not be delicate, nor would she bend to the world around her—she would be a force in her own right, a presence unshaken by hardship. Strength, to him, is not just about power but about endurance, about the ability to stand firm when the weight of the world presses down. A woman who sharpens herself like a blade, who refuses to crumble under pressure, would earn his admiration without effort.

A warrior’s spirit calls to him, whether it manifests in the way she wields a sword, commands a battlefield, or simply holds her ground with quiet defiance. He has never been drawn to fragility—he has known strength since childhood, first in Kuina, whose skill outmatched his own, and later in the powerful women he has encountered on his journey. The lesson has never left him: skill, determination, and the will to push past one’s limits are what truly matter. A woman who trains beside him, who doesn’t falter in the face of exhaustion, who challenges him without hesitation—that is the kind of woman who could carve her way into his heart.

Muscles? He wouldn’t care for them in the way others might, but if a woman bore the marks of her discipline—toned arms, the faint ripple of abs beneath her skin—he would notice. Not because he values appearance, but because he understands the effort behind it. Strength, after all, is something he recognizes before beauty. A woman whose body speaks of resilience, who carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows her own power, would earn a lingering glance, perhaps even a smirk of approval. Yet, if she were soft, it wouldn’t matter. Strength is not measured in muscle alone, and he knows that well. It is found in presence, in the way a person endures, in the steadiness of their will.

Short hair—there’s something about it that strikes a chord within him. He wouldn’t consciously seek it out, nor would he turn away from a woman with long, flowing locks. But there’s an undeniable charm in a woman who carries herself with the confidence to wear her hair short. It’s practical, unburdened, free—like the women he has known who refuse to be weighed down. Perhaps it’s an echo of Kuina, or perhaps it’s the sheer simplicity of it, the way it frames the sharpness of a woman’s gaze. Whatever the reason, a pixie cut or a cropped style would not go unnoticed.

More than anything, Zoro is drawn to presence. A woman who doesn’t need to chase attention, who doesn’t demand admiration but earns it effortlessly. She doesn’t have to be loud or brash; in fact, he would likely prefer someone who doesn’t waste words on empty things. Someone who speaks with purpose, whose actions hold more weight than fleeting sentiments. A woman who doesn’t need him, who does not shrink herself for the sake of fitting into someone else’s expectations, but whose existence beside him feels natural—like two warriors walking the same path.

And if she can drink? If she can sit beside him, bottle in hand, and meet him in a contest of will, he might just find himself watching her a little too closely. Because strength isn’t just about fighting—it’s about enduring, about standing firm. A woman who can match him sip for sip without wavering, who can meet his gaze across the table without flinching, would command a level of respect he rarely gives freely. Not because he seeks competition, but because he understands what it means to endure—to hold one’s ground when the world tries to pull you under.

Above all, Zoro values a woman who walks her own path. A woman who does not bend for the sake of pleasing others. A woman who stands beside him not because she is waiting for him to turn toward her, but because her journey aligns with his. Not a follower, not an admirer, but an equal. That is the kind of woman who could slip past his walls, unnoticed at first—until one day, he realizes she has been beside him all along.

[insectfan]

The One Piece community on Twitter is so funny

[c10wntown]

Op art dump cause yeagh

[patisson006]

a little bit of the mugiwara team. beautiful woman. and my character in the corner.

[clone84th]

When the Zosabo strikes

[salibadati]

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD!!

The Mysterious Bump: A Zosan Love Disaster

Sanji had been feeling… off. Not in the “Zoro-is-annoying-and-I-want-to-kick-him” way. No, this was different. His stomach felt weird. His pants were suddenly too tight. And, worst of all, he had started crying when Franky used the last of the cola.

He was emotional. His appetite had doubled (which was saying something). His sense of smell had become so sharp that even a whiff of Luffy’s breath was enough to send him into a fit of rage. And then, one day, Nami—being the brilliant navigator that she was—looked at him and said:

“Sanji… are you pregnant?”

Silence.

Chopper immediately screamed and ran for his medical books. Usopp dropped the plate he was holding. Robin giggled, because of course she did. Brook was already composing a lullaby for “Sanji’s Baby.”

And Sanji? Sanji collapsed on the deck, dramatically kicking his legs. “That’s impossible, you dumb witch! I’M A MAN!”

But science (and the One Piece world’s questionable logic) had other plans.

The Explanation (aka How the Hell Did This Happen?)

Chopper, after hours of research (and a long existential crisis), discovered something shocking: Sanji possessed a rare genetic mutation caused by Judge’s experiments.

“According to my analysis, Judge’s modifications did more than just give you superhuman abilities. He—uh—accidentally left you with an underdeveloped organ that functions like a uterus,” Chopper explained, sweating profusely.

Sanji turned white.

“So you’re saying…?”

“Yes. You, Sanji, are biologically capable of carrying a child.”

Sanji turned greener than Zoro’s hair.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Usopp interjected. “That still doesn’t explain who knocked him up.”

The room went quiet again.

Then, everyone turned to Zoro.

“Oi, why the hell are you all looking at me?” Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Because,” Nami smirked, “you’re the only one Sanji’s been disappearing with at night.”

Sanji’s eyes widened. “T-That doesn’t mean anything! We were just—”

Zoro groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shit.”

He had connected the dots. He thought back to that one island where they got wasted, and one thing led to another… and well… apparently, one of those things led to Sanji getting pregnant.

Zoro turned to Sanji. “You’re carrying my kid?”

“I— NO— I MEAN—” Sanji stammered, grabbing his face. “WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF IT’S YOURS!”

“Really?” Nami deadpanned. “You’ve been attached to him like a lost puppy for months. Who else could it be?

Sanji, realizing the horrifying reality, dropped to his knees.

“OH MY GOD, I’M HAVING A MOSSHEAD’S CHILD.”

Brook clapped. “Yohohoho! Congratulations, Father and Father!”

The Aftermath

Luffy was excited, obviously. “SANJI! DOES THIS MEAN YOU’RE GONNA POP OUT A MINI-YOU?! CAN I NAME IT?”

“No, you little gremlin.”

Zoro was surprisingly calm. Too calm. He just stared at Sanji, then at the growing bump, then back at Sanji.

“Well… guess we gotta deal with it.”

Sanji snapped. “DEAL WITH IT?! DEAL WITH IT?! YOU TURNED ME INTO A FREAKING EXPERIMENTAL MIRACLE OF SCIENCE!”

Zoro shrugged. “Could be worse. Could’ve been Luffy’s.”

Sanji gagged.

Meanwhile, Chopper prepared for the weirdest pregnancy case of his life, Robin was already knitting tiny baby clothes, and Usopp was making up stories about how he once delivered a baby on top of a Sea King.

But one question remained:

Would Sanji actually survive carrying a mini-Zoro?

To be continued…