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roro-mo · 4 years ago

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Nami, the manipulative witch

A/N: Another ZoNa. Set during Sabody park arc. Posted in fan fiction, you can read this here as well.

Summary: Zoro thinks back to the first time he met Nami.

"She really was a manipulative witch."

"He didn't know when and how but it looks like he fell under her spell."

Angst, friendship and comfort.

Disclaimer: One piece doesn’t belong to me.

Hope you enjoy this fanfic. BTW Italics is what Zoro is thinking.

At first, he was only saving her because of Captain's orders. During this period, he realised how weak she really was. Faking a smile, faking a life, just to save her town, how stupid? She should've just cut them. Then again, she wasn't really a swordswoman like him.

To his surprise or not, he had to share a ship with the witch, enduring all her nagging about cleaning, cooking, sleeping, woman huh? Every single day, he pretended to sleep to get away from her ridiculous chores. When did Luffy die and make her queen? He was on edge. Literally every single day. He honed his senses just to run away from the witch because she had some kind of powers enabling him to do what she says, even when he doesn't want to. He was sure she ate a devil fruit at some point in her life. How else was he going to explain all of his behaviours.

She really was a manipulative witch.

As time went by, he started saving her more often, without any orders, and started looking for her to see if she was safe. It annoyed him that she couldn't save her ass, yet she talked big about saving others. Before he knew it, his eyes searched for her first every time he emerged on the deck of Merry Go. At first, to run away from her but soon, it started to search for her naturally; where she was, what she was doing, and whether she was safe. It was as if he couldn't see anything else but her.

Her scent always lingered around her; on her hair and her clothes. Since the first day he met, she smelt like tangerines, tangy but sweet. His muscles seemed to always relax whenever her scent lingered around him. He can still remember the vague smell of tangerines when he was defeated by kuma and was unconscious for weeks. And a small soft hand that clasped around his own. Before he knew it, he started napping on Nami's tangerine grove where it was peaceful and no one would dare to come without Nami's orders. It was the perfect place to get away from luffy and his childish antics with Usopp and Chopper, allowing him to nap as much as he wanted. He tells himself that the reason he enjoys taking naps in her Mikan grove is because he gets to avoid the noisy trio, but the real reason is because it smells just like her, Nami.

Everything about that witch was bewitching.

Now, he trains harder every day in this gloomy place owned by Mihawk. Hoping and praying she is safe, along with the crew. He remembered the pale look on her face as he was about to be squashed by kuma yet again in Sabody park. Their eyes met and soon, he saw nothing. But the vivid memory of her frightened look and her piercing scream stayed on his mind. He recalled it every night when he went to bed and his eye closed with regret every night.

If only he was stronger. If only Kuma wasn't there in Sabody Park. If only...

He needed to get stronger. 2 years, he had 2 years to get stronger.

He needed to protect her.

Then came the fateful day to reunite with everyone. Now he was 21 years old and he was beaming with joy to meet his crew members again. His eyebrows suddenly twisted and his lips turned into a frown as a tiny voice told him 'they didn't survive'. His fists turned into a ball, and his knuckles turned white. He stood in front of the sunny go and held his breath.

"They better be alive." He breathed out and whispered to himself. However, he couldn't set foot inside the thousand sunny because it wasn't the same without his crew. He took in another breathe and walked towards the bar instead.

He waited a day and two, and soon Franky or some robot who looked like Franky came. He smiled at the sight of Franky, happy he was alive, but it wasn't her. They went to the thousand sunny together and his eye searched for her naturally but she wasn't there. Her bright eyes, complimented by her bright hair and smile wasn't there.

After waiting around a few more days and killing time by fishing, there she was. After 2 long years, the person his eye searched for stood in front of her.

There she was.

Her hair grew in volume and length, and reached her waist. He noticed she got taller and also noticed, her provocative ways of dressing only increased further with time. But he wasn't going to complain. Afterall, looking was free. His eye then met hers.

His heart dropped when he saw the look on her face. Her bright eyes were filled with agony and her smile disappeared as soon she saw him. She looked at his one eye, and he felt like his heart was ripped apart from his chest and cut into a thousand pieces. He saw tears dropping down her face and heard a small gasp escape her. She ran towards Zoro and hugged him. She pulled him close and whispered "Thank God. Thank God you're alive."

He didn't believe in God, but if God existed, he thanked God for keeping Nami safe as well.

His hands went to wrap her and pull her closer. He inhaled her tangerine scent, sweet and tangy, and all of his muscles relaxed when he exhaled.

He didn't know when and how, but it looks like he fell under her spell.

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Hope you like it.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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Deprived

Word Count: 2,550

Romance, Fluff, Post-Timeskip

Summary: Nami spent the last two years being deprived of things she loves: the sea, her crew... a certain green-haired swordsman.

The night air was cool on Nami’s skin when she stepped out onto the main deck of the Thousand Sunny. She wriggled her toes in the grass blades that coated it, enjoying the bracing chill clinging to the thin, soft slivers, before stepping a few paces out onto the deck. The door leading down to the bowels of the ship whined as it slowly closed; it then shut with a light click. The sky was clear, not even the faintest wisp of a cloud, allowing the glittering stars and bright moon to shine down upon her in all their brilliance. Their collective light bathed the grassy deck in pearly white, making the blades shimmer with a silvery sheen that contained only the barest hint of pale green. Nami just stood there on the deck, eyes closed and basking in the sound of gently sloshing waves.

Two years without the ocean’s song had been a very long time. She hadn’t even had the pleasure of traveling back to Saobody by sea, instead being delivered to her destination in one of Weatheria’s signature hot air balloons. The floating island was much too far above sea level to hear the comforting splashes, no matter how far she leaned out of her window and strained to hear them. It felt to Nami that she had spent those two years in deafening silence, deprived of her lullaby. Now that she was once more among the rolling waves, the world was alive with a symphony of cacophonous serenade. Her head swayed side to side with the tune of the waters, and she soon began to hum along to its endless melody.

Oh, how she had missed the sea. Nami had been unable to sleep without properly savoring its continuous descent. She did not even have to peek over the balustrade to see it: midnight blue waters swelling with the wind’s touch, white seafoam bubbling with its crest, before crashing into the wooden ship to crescendo up with magnificent spray not unlike a firework’s crackles. Awash with the sea’s music, Nami finally felt her restless bones begin to settle, and welcome calm seeped into her nerves.

She listened to the waves for a few moments more before forcing herself away; sleep was imperative. Now that the Straw Hats were reunited, there was sure to be a riotous adventure with the coming day. She would feel much better embracing the tempest if she was fresh-faced and well-rested.

A thumping noise halted her return to her quarters. It came from overhead, and she looked up to see lamplight burning from within the crow’s nest.

Oh, right. Zoro is on watch tonight. Her cheeks immediately began to burn with blush. The sea had not been the only thing she had missed.

All thoughts of sleeping left her mind. She found herself ascending the ladder to the bubble of a room tucked beneath their observation deck. The wind playfully nipped at her nightclothes, hugging them to her frame, as if scolding her for her midnight escapade. She looped her arm around the top rung to steady herself and pushed on the entrance hatch with the other. Yellow light beamed down through the square hole to wash over her, and she pushed her head through to peer at Zoro, who was sitting a few feet away with one eyebrow raised.

“Mind if I join you?”

Though he seemed momentarily surprised at her unannounced coming, it took him only a moment to shrug indifferently, resume sipping at the sake bottle in his hand, and stare blankly at the rolling sea beyond the curving window.

Nami wriggled herself up through the hatch and kicked it shut behind her, then crawled across the small space to perch beside the swordsman. She smiled when he offered her the bottle, then took it graciously. After taking a healthy swig of the burning alcohol, she passed it back to him and then leaned back on her hands.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

It was an accusatory question in nature, but his tone was largely apathetic. He didn’t even glance at her upon asking but instead continued to gaze out to the sea with lidded eyes.

Nami smiled amusedly and pushed herself further back on her hands before sighing, “I couldn’t sleep without listening to the sea.”

His response was a grunt of acknowledgment, followed by another large gulp of the sake.

Nami lolled her head to ponder his profile. He certainly had beefed up in the last two years; even with the loose fabric of his clothes, the thick fabric was still pulled taut around the swells of his muscles in some places. His jawline had grown even sharper, rivaling the edges of his katanas, and squarer too—a man’s jaw. What she marveled at the most was the linear scar scoring over his right eye. His training must have been unbelievably harsh to have cost him his eye. She found herself smiling in amused derision. It was just like Zoro, to nearly kill himself training.

“What’s so funny?” he mumbled. He was finally looking at her; he was no longer able to side-eye her, so he turned his head to behold her critically with his remaining eye.

Her chest jumped with a chuckle-like huff.

“I was just thinking about how you’ve changed so much, and yet probably not at all.”

“Same could be said for you,” he remarked casually. He drained the last dregs of the sake bottle, shook it with an unhappy frown, then set it down beside him and looked back at her again. She wiggled her shoulders and gave him an inquisitive smile.

“Me? Changed? How so?”

It seemed he was not expecting the question, for his eyebrows quirked. Nami could not help but smile promiscuously when his cheeks reddened. He grunted out a few embarrassed quips and rubbed the back of his neck compulsively while he struggled to explain himself.

“Er, well, you just… How do I put this…?”

As he basically short-circuited, Nami decided it was high time to utilize her feminine wiles.

Indeed, the sea had not been the only thing she had missed. Prior to the complete shift in their lives, Nami admittedly harbored a wee infatuation with Zoro. How could she not? He was a bit airheaded, sure, but he was exceptionally strong and capable. He had always been considerate of her, in his grumpy Zoro way, and she had not missed the gentle touches or lingering looks that he seamlessly passed off as close friendship to the rest of the crew. Whenever she invited banter, he sneeringly accepted, quibbling playfully with the fiery navigator at every available opportunity. It had been an unspoken attraction for a very long time, and she wished it had not been.

When they were forcibly separated, Nami regretted not acting on her little crush. She had always told herself that there would be time for such feelings later, that it would only complicate their journey, that there were other priorities. It was only once he was stolen away that she realized just how fond she was of Zoro. She had sorely missed his snarky repartee, the feeling of his hand on her waist when he brushed past her or supported her in a strong wind, that jeering sneer so contradictory to the clear affection burning in the pools of his dark eyes. Being deprived of his constant presence was almost as bad as being deprived of the sea.

So, Nami wasn’t going to deprive herself anymore. It was time to act on her desires, lest he be wrenched from her hands once more.

His cheeks took on a rosier hue when she shifted onto her hip to lean forward, tip of her nose just barely hitting the end of his chin. She demurely fluttered her lashes as she gazed lustfully at him through lidded eyes.

“Have I become more of a woman, Zoro?” She punctuated the question by drawing her arms inward, shamefully accentuating her voluptuous chest. Had she known that she would be flirting with him, she would have elected to wear a skimpy tank top instead of a button-up, but it didn’t much matter. With a nervous swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, he glanced down at the bulging globes before returning his gaze to her face. His was now the color of a tomato.

“You shouldn’t tease, Nami,” he groaned with a twisting frown and suddenly looked away. Nami’s eyes immediately widened at the realization that she had upset him. Did he really think that she was playing coy? Well, given her flirtatious nature, she couldn’t quite blame him… Still, Nami had cast her net, and damn it if she wasn’t drawing in the catch.

“I’m not teasing!” she asserted. Her hand snapped out to enclose around his wrist, jerk his arm, and slap his hand to her cheek. He looked back in shock to find her pouting determinedly up at him. Her face softened once he looked back at her, smiling pathetically. “I mean… I am, but not for the reasons you think. I really do like you, Zoro. I spent these last two years wishing I had told you that sooner.” She closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek into his hand, feeling the rough callouses scraping over her soft skin. “I just… couldn’t go on any longer…”

His hand had remained tense and frozen against her face, but then, slowly, it melted against her to embrace her round features. His fingertips weaved into her tresses of tangerine hair. At the gentle caress, she parted her lashes to peek up at him and found him wearing the softest smile she had ever seen.

“You could’ve put it better then, dumbass.” Rude words with an endearing tone. How did he do it so well? A contented hum purred in her chest as she leaned in again, her free hand smoothing over the thick fabric covering his muscular thigh.

“… I missed you too, you know,” he murmured with a widening smile. “Every time I thought I might give up… I thought of you, and getting back to you, and found the strength to push forward.”

Nami felt joy swelling up inside her body, like a stream of bubbles; it was an incredibly sweet sentiment, and one she never expected. She was so moved that little tears beaded up in the corners of her eyes, then slipped down her cheeks in thin lines. All the emotions that she had bottled up were reaching a boiling point, swirling together in a confusing tempest and making her emotional.

“Heyyyy,” he cooed soothingly and swiped away the tears with his thumbs.

Nami laughed self-consciously and pressed herself more into his hand. It felt like the contact could never be enough.

“You know, you’re pretty sweet when you try,” she teased quietly. His smile morphed into a smirk. Demurely, she continued, “Did I really help you get through your training?”

He snorted contemptuously.

“Hell yeah! What, do you think I decided to pluck my own eye out for fun? It was hell!” He said so, but he had that grin on his face that showed he enjoyed every minute of it.

Nami hummed contentedly and reached up to cup his face with both her hands, her thumb sweeping over the bottom portion of his scar. Her eyes then drifted down to his lips, lingering on them for just a moment before returning her doe-eyed stare to his smoldering own. His mouth curled into another smug smirk before he responded to Nami’s silent request.

Nami’s eyes fluttered shut while he leaned in to press his mouth to hers in a tentative, chaste kiss. It didn’t take him long at all to grow bolder, moving his mouth against hers with a sharp inhale through his nose. His hands tracked a burning trail down her body, sliding down her neck, over her shoulders, down her arms, before finally dropping to her hips to grip firmly at the soft flesh there and tug her closer. Nami’s hands slipped around his neck to play with the fine ends of his close-cropped green hair. She hummed as his mouth moved rhythmically against his own, then sucked in a breath when the tip of his tongue slid entreatingly over her bottom lip. She parted her lips, and he wasted no second in diving right in, drawing a small moan from within her as he swept her tongue up in a fervent tangle. Her brain began to swim with the adrenaline and lack of oxygen, muddying her thoughts until all she could focus on was him.

Suddenly, her back was pressed into the wood floor, and he was hovering over her, hands roaming her sides to touch every square inch of skin possible and his mouth continuing to dominate hers.

To hell with the watch… she thought dully; at the moment, an entire Marine fleet could happen upon them, and she’d still kiss him like it was the end of the world. It was so intoxicating, having him after so long; she was an addict, and he was the drug that she couldn’t bear to deprive herself of.

Thankfully, Zoro very much agreed with “to hell with the watch.”

After, she lay on top of him, tracing abstract patterns into his bare chest with his kimono draped over them like a blanket. He had his hands behind his head, flippantly watching her ministrations. She paused her invisible painting to run her fingertip down the long scar across his abdomen. It was amazing, how long ago he had obtained that wound. Nami had already deserted them to sail back to Cocoyashi Village. She couldn’t imagine what it was like, standing there facing death. Well… Actually, she could. Her death had just had shark jaws and a sawtooth nose.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asked with a small smile.

She dropped her arm and rested her cheek on it, returning his grin.

“I’m thinking about how we’ve changed so much, and yet not at all.”

His smile widened, and he lifted his arms to slip them under the fabric and envelop her waist. He tugged her body up a little so he could lean up and press a kiss to the crown of her head. She snuggled up underneath his chin once he dropped his head back, and his hands rubbed comforting circles into the curve of her hips.

“You know what I’m thinking about?”

“Hmm?”

“Wait until that pervy cook finds out.”

Nami snorted with laughter at the thought of Sanji’s absolutely heartbroken look, followed by murderous fury and a frenzy of legs.

“Yeah, he won’t like that one bit.”

He grunted in response and pressed a few more light kisses into her hair. She shut her eyes to savor his affections, each little caress sending happiness blooming across her body like flowers opening up to the first rays of the sun. As she drifted into the hazy twilight of half-sleep, she imagined she could the sloshing of the rolling waves outside. With the lullaby of the sea and the warmth of the man she treasured, sleep finally came to Nami.

A final thought drifted through the fog of near-slumber.

Zoro… I hope… I’ll never, ever be deprived of you again.

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