#no i will not stop drawing zoro with a whited out eye

[kimhargreeves]

A Flashy Act-Buggy x Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Summary: You and Luffy find yourself with new members for your small pirate crew, quickly after stealing the map to the grand line, you're all kidnapped by a crew of pirates.

(Based on the One Piece Live Action!! since no one has written about Buggy which has surprised me. Enjoy this one shot Buggy fans!! You guys can decide if you want part 2 to include smut or not😩 next part will be written depending on how well people like this🤡)

"You know I'm gonna be king of the pirates. It's the first time I've had a ship like this." Luffy excitedly told the ginger haired girl.

"I know you've told me that many times already. Can you please be silent for once?" She asked getting annoyed by Luffy's constant talking.

"You be quiet. The kid's just excited." The green man known as Zoro told Nami.

Nami was trying to open the lock which was protecting the map inside.

Both of them unexpectedly helped us, when Luffy and I broke inside to find the map to the grand line, with a bit of help from Koby who had been kidnapped by Alvida. Thankfully Luffy saved him, the young boy said he wanted to join the Marines.

Luffy and I had entered and quickly met Nami and Zoro. Zoro was tied up with Nami dressed as a Marine trying to also have the map Luffy and I were after.

I have been by Luffy's side since many years now. Since he was a small boy, I am only just a couple of years older but I was the second person who raised him. The first being my older brother,l Shanks.

Just earlier the four of us were fighting a couple of Marine soldiers with Axe Hand Morgan trying to stop us, and almost did. If it weren't for Zoro and Luffy's help then we might've already been executed.

"He's just being enthusiastic about all of this. There's no need to be so mean." I said glaring at Nami and she glared back as well.

I decided to not say anything else to her so I walked over to where Luffy was holding onto his straw hat.

He had a smile on his face when he turned to look back at me. "Can you believe this, (Y/N). We finally have have a crew. I can only imagine the look on his face if he were to see me."

"I know he'll be proud. You're slowly becoming a true pirate." I nudge his shoulder and saw him smiling as he stared at the dark skies.

"I think we all make a pretty good team."

"Why do you even protect that hat so much. It looks like to fished it out of the trash."

"One man's trash is another man's treasure." Luffy replied to Nami when she spotted him holding onto the hat.

We all looked back and saw Nami has successfully managed to open the lock. "You did it!" Nami picked the map and unrolled it. With the four of us standing close looking down at it.

Luffy didn't get it or understood where the Grand Line is, so Nami began drawing it for him so he could understand it better. Rogers treasure is hidden somewhere in there.

A loud sort of bomb was heard with the sky now turning red. We all ran out of the ship and saw something explode in the sky. Zoro was the first to fall to the floor and Nami began to cough before she collapsed.

Oh shit. I tried to cover my mouth and nose but to was too late and I also fell to the floor and collapsed.

"Shhh (Y/N)."

I jumped up a bit and opened my eyes to see Luffy a bit too close to me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to stand up but saw that the four of us were inside of a wooden box.

"What..how did we get here?"

"It wasn't the Marines work. Before we all collapsed, I saw a ship heading towards us." Luffy said with Zoro quickly replying to him.

"It'll be easy then. Marines have training. Pirates don't."

We all were quickly met with circus music when the top of the box was removed along with the rest of the box. What the hell?

Zoro, Nami and I looked at each other weirdly when we looked at our surroundings. We were inside of a huge circus tent.

Red and white colored stripes with lights decorating the place, weird looking people and a crowd that were seated but we're tied by their ankles.

The crowd continued to clap with Luffy doing the same but Nami and I stopped him.

"No no no. Stop clapping! It's all wrong"

The four of us looked over at where the voice was coming from and we all looked to our left, and saw a tall man come through dressed entirely as a clown.

Long coat, bright blue long hair with exaggerated makeup and a red clown nose.

"The spotlight was late, it missed my entrance. And where oh where is the lion?" He said standing close to a man with white bear ears?

"Heyy. I know you." Luffy said which made me look back at him wishing he hadn't spoken.The man with blue hair turned to look at us. Wait..Luffy is right, we've seen him before.

"I saw your Wanted poster at Shell's town. You're the clown guy..umm..uhh. Binky, right?" He asked.

I nudged Luffy's shoulder. "Shut up, Luffy. That's Buggy." I muttered seeing that the clown kept his eyes on us.

"Buggy." The pirate corrected and grinned. "Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester." He said when no one spoke, seems like no one here knows about him.

"That one beside you seems to be the only one who's heard about me." I felt nervous when his blue eyes landed on me and he smiled.

I had only heard of him, and saw him on the Wanted poster. But I swear I must've at least since him once before…

He's creepy..but weirdly find him attractive. Maybe it's just my brain distracting myself from danger, who knows.

Luffy seemed impressed, "Wow. You have a lot of names."

I nodded my head and looked at Luffy, "He does. Everyone in the East Blue knows who he is."

"What did you just say?" His expression changed when I suddenly said that. Which made me confused.

"That everyone knows who you are?"

"Nose?!" I was paralyzed when Buggy came over and was now holding onto my face.

"Are you making fun of my nose?" He said a bit too close to me.

"I swear I wasn't! But..now that you mention it, is that thing real?" I asked genuinely wanting to know.

Buggy tilted his head as he stared at me, "You're kinda cute." He hummed and grinned

I saw Luffy's hand slowly started to try and tough the clowns nose until he smacked his hand away. The clown grinned looking down at me and stepped back letting go of me.

"You think you're so clever… What's real is I've been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe Hand Moron. Only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right under my no-…No!! It's in my head now."

"Hey! I'm not a nobody. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be king of the pirates." My best friend said making Buggy laugh.

"Oh! Now that's funny. My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine Outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East blue has ever known. I am destined to find One Piece. And when I do. I will be King."

"No, you won't. 'Cause I'm gonna find it first." Luffy told him.

Zoro stepped between us and looked at the other clowns behind Buggy. "I am Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now and I may let you live."

This made Buggy laugh while looking at the green haired stoic man.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight. Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale."

Buffy retrieve a set of blades and smiled at us.

"My freaks put quite a bit of a rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can reward them with that map.. I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."

Nami stepped between Luffy and I now, now looking at Buggy. "Wait. What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map? What if I give you a new freak for your crew?"

"A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all the East Blue. Besides you, of course."

Nami glanced back at me and I glared back. Nami has grabbed Luffy's straw hat and tossed it up, just when Luffy showed his devil fruit powers, Nami left running.

"That little bitch." I whispered glaring at where she left.

It wasn't long at all when they brought her back and she revealed that Buggy's crew had destroyed the entire town.

He shrugged his shoulders as he stared at her. "Not everything. I let 'em keep their hands."

The sign for "clap" was lifted again, making the poor towns people begin to clap.

All the lights were suddenly focused on Buggy again. "I know one of you has my map, and I'm going to get it back." He said in a serious voice now.

"What was it you said, Rubber boy? That ir was in a safe place. Don't look so surprised. I got eyes and ears everywhere."

"I know where it is." I spoke up making all eyes turn to look at me.

I began to laugh as I showed the clowns and Buffy my middle finger. "You can all suck it or shove it up your asses.

Buffy clapped and at the people surrounding him. "Okay! Let's make our guests uncomfortable in the green room." A few clowns came to grab Nami and Zoro.

While another pair came to grab Luffy, Buggy stood behind me grabbed my neck and grinned looking at Luffy and looking back down at me.

"And I am gonna have a chat with our new pals.."

[somanyratsinthewalls]

The Crew's Whore Chapter 11 (+18)

Summary: Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 11) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji x Fem!Reader

WC: 2900

TW: It gets kinda gay! ZoSan girlies this is for you. This is DISGUSTING but you’re welcome. Cum eating, boy on boy shit, it’s consensual I promise. Oral sex, male and female receiving, sub Sanji, teasing, mean reader and mean Zoro, Zoro is into Sanji but we know that, it’s horrible smut idk what else you guys want. 

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It was several hours after the crew had been served dinner. The galley was no longer filled with raucous laughter and spirited conversation. The only sounds that could be heard are the sink running and the soft clink of clean dishes being placed in the dish rack. Sanji was enjoying the peace and quiet after a busy day of cooking and organizing the pantry, so he didn’t mind the chore of doing the dishes. 

After the final fork was thoroughly cleaned and set to dry, Sanji wipes his hands off on the dish towel he had slung over his shoulder. As he folds the towel and hangs it on the oven door, Sanji’s eye is drawn towards an open bottle of red wine left from dinner on the kitchen counter. He scoffs, surprised that idiot swordsman managed to leave any drop of booze un-drunk. Since it was already opened, he might as well pour himself a glass, right? It would go off if he didn’t. 

Sanji pulls a glass down from the cabinet and brings it along with the wine to the kitchen island. He sits down on a stool and pours himself a glass. He cracks his neck and sighs before taking a large gulp of the burgundy liquid. Damn did it feel good to finally sit down and relax after a long afternoon. Sanji didn’t realize how quickly he was draining his glass until he went to bring it to his lips again to find that it was already empty. He pours himself a fresh cup of wine and massages his sore neck. 

After taking a sip, he opens up the side of his suit jacket to retrieve his cigarettes. He pulls the metal case out of his jacket pocket and pops open the latch. As always, his eyes are draw to the Polaroid photograph he keeps tucked inside to accompany his smokes. He takes out a cigarette from opposite the photo and places it between his lips. He pulls the photo out as well to admire it. He fishes his lighter out of his slacks pocket and flicks it open to light his cigarette before shoving it back away. 

Taking a long drag, he smiles while carding his thumb over the picture. It was a photo you had given him weeks ago, at his request. He had even taken it himself. He took it from above as you laid on his bed spread eagle, wearing a skimpy set of white lingerie. He had always loved you in white. The material was so see through he could see your pink nipples through the cups of the bra and your little, dark bush through the material of the high-cut panties. In the photo, you posed with your hands on the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together dramatically. 

Sanji’s smile grows. He flips the picture over in his fingers and admires the bright red kiss mark left on the back in the same lipstick you wore in the photograph… the same lipstick that was left all over the skin of his cock that night. He continues to admire his trinket from you as he finishes his second glass of wine and his cigarette. After staring at your body for so long, he couldn’t help but be left… longing. Maybe he could stop by your room and see if you were still up… 

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You pant heavily and stare up at the ceiling. The aftershocks of your orgasm were still dissipating and you couldn’t help but smile stupidly. You were snapped out of your daze by a seeping, squelching feeling from your cunt. Zoro had stuffed you once, then powered through to give you another hot load splattered across the outside of your sex, thoroughly coating you with his release. 

If it was one thing Zoro loved, it was claiming you. He was fine with sharing you amongst the crew and guests, but behind closed doors.. when it was just you two.. you were his, if only for those moments. 

“Hey, you getting that towel for me or not?” You playfully shout towards your ensuite bathroom where Zoro retreated to after your session had finished. Franky had upgraded your room recently, knocking out the vacant storage closet next door to give you a private bathroom… and you were eternally grateful in moments like these. 

“Yeah yeah, be patient. I’ve got squirt all fuckin’ over me.. your damn fault… Give me a damn minute, woman!” Zoro hollers from the bathroom. 

You giggle and brush your hair out of your face, you were surprised it wasn’t knotted and matted from the hard pounding you just took. 

*knock knock*

“Yes?” You lift your head up from the pillow to look towards your bedroom door. 

“My love? Are you still up? May I come in?” A soft voice comes from the other side of the wooden door. 

“Who the hell is it?” Zoro asks you, emerging from the bathroom still nude and ruffling his green hair with a towel. 

“It’s Sanji. I can tell him-“ You start. 

“Let him in.” Zoro tosses the used towel over your loveseat. 

You raise your eyebrow at Zoro. He was up to something. You hesitate, but you heed his orders nonetheless. 

“Come in!” You call out. 

The doorknob turns and the door whips open. A slightly flushed Sanji enters your bedroom and can barely close the door before he’s met with a vulgar sight. You were laid out on your bed, fully naked and spread eagle, the afterglow of sex fully evident on your flesh. His eyes honed in on your bare sex. Your wet hole dripped cum, and the rest of your vulva was decorated in the same sticky, white spend. He could see your still swollen clit peaking out amongst the mess. Sanji felt his pants get tighter. 

“Ma cherie… I didn’t know-“ Sanji sputters out with wide eyes. 

“I got to her first, curly. Sorry.” Zoro chimes in, distracting Sanji from his gawking. 

“Agh- you brute! Cover yourself, will you!” Sanji shields his eyes as they were drawn towards the naked swordsman standing before him. 

“Nah, I think I’m comfortable like this.” Zoro goads and takes a step towards his blonde rival. “You saw what I did to her, yeah?” He tilts his head towards your prone body on the bed. “You came in here because you wanted her, right?” He asks. 

“Maybe.” Sanji responds coyly as he brought his arm down from his eye line, focusing on maintaining eye contact with Zoro despite how distracting his naked body right in front of him was. 

“Well… I’m sure she’s up for it, right babe?” He looks quickly in your direction. 

“Mhmmmm…” You answer flirtatiously. 

“And what’s that thing you always say? Never waste a meal?” Zoro says with a cocked head and devilish grin. “Eat up, cook.” 

It was a challenge. 

Either Sanji backed off, and Zoro won his silly little game… or Sanji pressed further and slurped up Zoro’s spend from your waiting body. 

Sanji exhales sharply and slips his suit jacket off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He loosens his tie and tosses it off before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. He did all of this without breaking eye contact with Zoro. He pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his belt, finally breaking the standoff to approach you laying on your bed. Sanji starts to position himself between your legs. 

“Ah ah…” Zoro pipes up. “She rides your face.” He commands as he sits down in your armchair, spreading his legs to asset his dominance as he watches the two of you. You noticed the smirk playing on Zoro’s face just as much as you noticed his soft cock starting to perk up again. 

You expected Sanji to quip back and argue… saying he wasn’t going to let some moss head idiot tell him how to pleasure his girl… but he wordlessly rose to his feet and stripped himself of his clothing before hopping next to you on the bed and laying down. 

“Come, ma cherie. Come sit and let me taste you.” Sanji coos at you as he helps you rise to your knees and assume the position above his face. You gripped the headboard in anticipation. 

“You mean taste us, cook.” Zoro adds. You look in the swordsman’s direction and he was languidly pulling at his hardening cock. 

Sanji ignores his comment, eyes fixed on your dripping, messy pussy above him. He brings his hands to knead at the fat of your ass, coaxing you lower towards his mouth. 

“Sanji…” You whimper in anticipation. 

“She’s getting restless, curly… let’s see you clean her up.” Zoro adds.

“AHH!” 

Sanji sticks out his tongue and draws a long strip up your sensitive slit, your shoulders lurching forward when he reaches your clit. Sanji pulls his tongue back into his mouth and swallows. He groans. The combined musk and taste of the remains of both yours and Zoro’s orgasm overwhelming his senses. He begins to lap you up intensely, it felt like he was everywhere. He licked and sucked all over your sex, slurping and swallowing your collective essence greedily. 

“Oh my gods, Sanji!” You cry out as your already worn out pussy was stimulated so fervently. 

“Yeah pretty girl, the cook’s making you feel good?”  You hear Zoro closer now than he was before. You open your eyes. He had risen from the armchair and was making his way to your side on the bed. “Is it too much?” Zoro turns your head up to face him with his fingertips on your chin. He was an asshole, but never wanted to push you past your limits. 

“No daddy, it feels so good.” You sigh out dreamily, calling Zoro by the pet name he preferred you use only in private. “Gonna cum soon…” You rock your hips further onto Sanji’s face. 

“Yeah? Already?” Zoro teases you. He brings one hand to pinch your nipple while reaching the other behind you. Sanji’s groans intensify until he opens his eyes and sees both your hands gripping the headboard above him. 

The mouth on your clit pulled back suddenly. 

“What the fuck, moss head?” Sanji grunts out from below you. “Why the hell are you-“ Sanji’s face is bright red as he tries to form a coherent question. 

“Why did you start leaking everywhere when I started jerking you off? My hand is soaked.” Zoro interrupts. “She’s about to cum, shut up and finish her off already.” 

Sanji’s mind short circuits. 

The only thing he can focus on now is your hot, wet cunt against his nose and mouth, fully cleaned of Zoro’s cum now and leaking your own slick against his pristine, porcelain skin. He pulls you down by your ass cheeks again and starts sucking on your clit. You shriek. 

“I’m.. oh fuck, I’m-!” You cry out as you reach your peak, your third this evening as Zoro had ripped two from you before Sanji had even entered the picture. You lean your forehead against the headboard as your abdomen spasms and you drip out more release onto your love-cook’s face. 

“You’re not done yet baby, come on.” Zoro wraps a massive bicep around you and pulls you off Sanji’s flushed face down to where he was stroking the cook’s member roughly. Your cunt was still squeezing and spasming when Zoro sunk you down onto Sanji’s hard cock, causing the two of you to moan loudly. 

“Fuck!” Sanji groans and his hands fly to your hips. 

You were so spent, your outer lips were red and swollen, dragging wetly across Sanji’s abdomen as you started to grind yourself onto him once your hips were flush… but holy shit did it feel good. 

“Shit! Oh fuck! Ah!” Sanji moaned out so loudly there was no doubt the whole shit could hear, even with your sound-proofed walls. 

“I’m gonna have to shut you up, curly. Open up.” Zoro releases your waist once he feels you’ve found your own perfect rhythm. 

“W-what? I-I-“ Sanji stutters out. 

“Make yourself useful, cook.” Zoro snickers as he positions himself at the edge of the bed next to Sanji’s head rested on your pillow… veiny cock now fully hard bobbing centimeters from the blonde’s mouth. You see the gears turning in Sanji’s head for several seconds before he meekly opens his lips. 

Zoro grins and shoves his leaking tip into his rival’s mouth…

The movement of your hips slow to watch the improbable event unfold before you. Sanji wraps his lips around Zoro’s cock and you felt your cunt clench hard, eliciting a muffled moan from a fucked-out Sanji. You clench again. How were you this close again so quickly? How was Sanji submitting and letting his hated swordsman shove his cock down his throat? What the fuck was going on? 

“Shit- he does have a nice tongue, doesn’t he, babe?” Zoro turns to you weakly bucking your hips against Sanji’s. “His cock feel good for you baby?” Zoro’s voice starts getting more gravely as he succumbs to the pleasure. 

“Yes! Oh fuck it’s so good daddy!” You whine and grind your clit against the soft blonde hair at the base of Sanji’s cock. 

“Yeah, princess? You want more, though, don’t you?” Zoro teases you as his hand makes it’s way to your ass and kneads your cheeks open. 

“Mppmmmh!” Sanji moans pathetically below the two of you, his hips gently thrusting up further into your cunt as Zoro plugs his mouth up further with his thick length. 

Zoro’s wet middle finger presses into your asshole as you rock yourself back and forth on Sanji’s cock. You let out a wild moan towards the wooden ceiling. You felt your muscles clench again, eliciting another delicious groan from Sanji. 

“Finally a good use for that smart mouth.” Zoro looks down at the cook. He brings his right hand up to push Sanji’s bangs back to get a better look at the man salivating all over his cock. “She always says how pretty you are… I think I see it now…” He adds with a smirk. 

Sanji’s eyes roll back as you start to fuck him harder, chasing another release. With every thrust of your hips, it pushes Zoro’s finger further into your ass and Sanji’s cock deeper against your battered cervix. Zoro moves his hand from Sanji’s sweaty hair to the back of your head and pulls you into a messy kiss. 

You slurp and smack against Zoro’s lips for several moments before you’re jolted by a sudden pressure inside your seeping cavern. Sanji tries to cry out, but his mouth is too full of Zoro’s cock.

“Oh shit-“ You pull back and cup Zoro’s face in your hands. “He’s cumming-“ You gasp out and smirk, feeding into Zoro’s sadistic streak. “He’s cumming in me right now-“ You laugh as you feel Sanji’s cock twitch and fill you with rope after rope of sticky spend. 

“Finish off babe, I’m close too-“ Zoro grins and presses his forehead against yours. You grind your hips further down onto Sanji and let his cock nudge that soft spot inside you with each thrust. You focus on the tightness in your lower half, nearly painful now after all the action your pussy had received this evening, but you leaned into it and started to tip over the edge. 

“Fuck-“ Zoro grunts and pulls back from you, just to watch his release fill the cook’s mouth and have it be swallowed expeditiously. You listen to Sanji’s whimpers and desperate attempts to swallow the entirety of Zoro’s load and it causes you to fall over the recipe of pleasure. You squirt and spray all over Sanji’s pelvis as you convulse and collapse forward. 

Zoro lifts you quickly off of Sanji and lays you on the bed, crawling next to you and kissing your shoulder. You were sandwiched between a gasping Sanji and a post-nut-snuggly Zoro. 

“I’ll let you stay here on my night, cook. You better not snore.” 

“I…” Sanji pants out, trying to catch his breath, clearly still trying to process the events of the last hour. “Yeah…” He tucks you under the covers tiredly. 

The three of you lay in your king sized bed. Zoro had waited until he thought everyone was asleep before wrapping his arm around the both of you and pulling tightly. 

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[inoreuct]

more sanji drinking angst plis,,, 🙏🏼😁

y’know, it’s normal when zoro drinks. he has an iron liver and a sky-high tolerance. he get mildly tipsy with the amount of alcohol sufficient to kill a regular man.

when sanji drinks, though, it’s usually… not very good.

they’re in the galley, have been since dinner. zoro’s drowsy and full and slumped over the table with his chin in his hand as he watches sanji scrub at the dishes until they squeak, divested of his suit jacket and shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, and the cook looks haggard. they’ve all been expecting it, really, what with Whole Cake being a fucking doozy— but sanji’s been holding it together perfectly. big smiles and neatly-pressed suits and coiffed hair and all.

zoro knows him well enough to know that he’s due to break at some point. still, tonight is the first time he’s seen sanji like this; like he’d just decided to say fuck it all and throw pretence to the wind. maybe it had been thanks to the emptiness of the galley, save the both of them. maybe sanji had considered it safe because zoro was in no place to judge.

but when sanji had picked up that bottle of rum, he hadn’t put it down until there was nothing left.

zoro had let him drink. the cook hadn’t even been smoking any more than usual— hadn’t had a single hair out of place, no sign of the pressure except the strain at the edges of his smile. everybody had been walking on eggshells for the past few days and sanji had just kept going like nothing was wrong, which zoro knows means quite a lot is wrong, because sanji’s a self-sacrificial bastard who wouldn’t be able to ask for help if his life depended on it.

didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt, though. he’s felt like he couldn’t breathe, the whole of last week; it doesn’t feel right seeing the cook with a bottle between his lips instead of a cigarette, liquor wetting the corners of his mouth instead of smoke. it makes part of zoro tighten into a dead knot. on one hand, it’s an unspoken show of trust— deliberately left alone so as to not draw attention to it, but one all the same. sanji would never let himself go in front of anyone else like this. maybe a few months earlier he’d think the cook just didn’t care enough for his opinion and get all offended, but now?

sanji knows he’s here. he’s never unaware of his surroundings, and especially now after… everything. he’s believing that zoro won’t judge him, and he won’t. he doesn’t. but enough is enough, and sanji’s grip on the edge of the plate is tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

it’s almost a relief in a really twisted way. zoro’s been hovering by the sidelines, sleeping with one eye open and waiting for sanji to crack just so he can catch all the pieces before the cook falls apart completely, and it seems like this is it.

his chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. “alright, let’s get you to bed.”

“no.” sanji doesn’t stop scrubbing. he doesn’t even bother looking up. “why?”

zoro scoffs. “because you’re fucking drunk, cook. you’ve been washing that plate for five minutes.”

“well maybe it’s just not fucking clean, yeah?” sanji spits, quiet vitriol leadening his words even with his head bowed, and his breathing is jerky as zoro walks forward.

“oi.” it doesn’t come out harshly, exactly, but he needs sanji to know that he isn’t fucking around with this. “What the hell’s going on?”

“i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t—”

“i don’t know!”

zoro lurches back at the outburst as the cook whips around, seething within the span of a second, plate dropped carelessly into the water in the sink. he hears it thunk when it hits the bottom.

“i don’t know, alright?” sanji laughs, eyes wild. “nothing’s wrong. everything’s wrong. everything is fucking perfect and i feel like i’m fucking dying inside.” his voice cracks right before he takes a visible breath and turns sharply, dipping his hand under the water to grab the plate and sponge again.

zoro watches his shoulders tremble. every movement of his now is precise and carefully calculated; he’s moving like a fucking robot and zoro hates it. hates the way his spine looks rigid enough to snap with a touch. hates the way his face is a placid mask, still water with a storm roiling beneath. zoro doesn’t know how to approach this other than with barbed words and concern thinly veiled as confrontation. he doesn’t know what to do other than be here because it’s better than not being here at all.

sanji’s hands have been scrubbed pink and raw. “get out, mosshead.”

“no.”

the cook’s cuticles are peeling, his fingertips pruned. he never lets either of them get this bad. “i said get out—”

“and I said no.” zoro crosses his arms. he counts three seconds of silence before sanji snaps.

“god, for once could you fucking listen?!” the cook snarls, rounding on zoro like a cornered animal and waving his arms. “i don’t want to talk to you right now! i do not want you here! so please, fuck off and— put me down, you piece of shit!” sanji borderline screams, struggling and wiggling over zoro’s shoulder as he’s hauled up and marched out of the galley.

zoro winces as the toe of a steel-capped oxford jams into his ribs, digging in deeper as sanji grunts with the effort. he doesn’t know where he’s going but they end up outside the infirmary, and he shoulders the door open before depositing sanji on the bed without preamble. “stay,” he grunts, ignoring the noises of outrage and turning to go get water.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” sanji spits from behind him, cheeks red from more than just anger as he pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. he either doesn’t realise that he’s listing to the side or he doesn’t care.

“sit down or I’ll make you.”

the cook barks a laugh that snaps in the air like a neck in rope. “try! i fucking dare you, marimo, you—”

zoro tackles him down and he screeches like a trapped cat, trying to escape even as the swordsman pins his legs and shoves his shoulders down into the bunk. “you are drunk. stop it.”

“why?” sanji shouts in his face. the cook is straining against him, all wild eyes and bared teeth, shoulders jerking with a sardonic laugh. “don’t wanna fight anymore?”

“no. i don’t.” the air is suddenly too quiet, too heavy, with something zoro doesn’t know if he should name. he watches as the cook’s face falls and twists into something sullen as he tries one last time to jerk his way out of zoro’s hold. “not like this.”

their ship rocks gently as zoro slowly eases off, shifting his weight back and sitting on the edge of the mattress with a soundless, weary sigh. there’s still a stubborn set to sanji’s chin even as he lays there on his back, unmoving from where zoro put him— leave it to him to be contrary for the sake of being contrary. the swordsman takes a deep breath to suppress an eye roll and opens his mouth to say something—

“it hurts.”

zoro stills, turning so he can see sanji better. “what hurts, cook?”

“everything.”

the blond is staring at the ceiling, unblinking and unreadable. the fabric of his slacks is riding up and zoro swallows down the urge to curl a hand around his pale ankle for comfort. he tells himself he doesn’t know where the urge to soothe came from, but he knows, he knows— this melancholy is something that sanji buries so deep, none of them catch even a glimpse of it on a normal day. his face is a blank slate, his usual fire banked, and he looks so drained. an cracked shell of himself running on empty. “i don’t want to feel it. i don’t want to feel anything,” he continues, softly enough that zoro has to strain to hear, leaning in instinctively. 

glossy blue eyes flick over. golden hair scrunches against the off-white sheets as sanji turns his face towards him and whispers, “doesn’t that make me exactly like them?”

no. zoro swallows, at the same time both too wet and too dry, feeling a little like he’s been gutted with a dull knife. he says a mental to hell with it and slowly shifts his hand to wrap his fingers around sanji’s ankle, just a gentle grip, his thumb resting beneath the notch of bone. he can hear the soft sounds of the waves outside as it melds with sanji’s breathing, as he opens his mouth and comes up dry for things to say. “…get some sleep, curls.”

“can’t.” sanji purses his lips, shrugging a shoulder as he looks away like it’s no big deal. “can’t sleep. not well, at least. not since…”

zoro feels his own heart thud against his ribs as his gaze slips over sanji’s face, the redness rimming his eyes and the dark circles beneath. “i’m sleeping with you tonight,” he decides. 

the cook makes an aborted noise of indignation before apparently deciding that it isn’t worth the effort. “we can’t fit two people in a bed.”

zoro shrugs, unaffected in the face of the venomous look sanji shoots him. “we can try.”

sanji mutters something to the ceiling under his breath. the swordsman pretends not to hear it.

they end up crammed onto the infirmary bed, sanji squashed against the wall and zoro almost falling off. the blond wiggles around in discomfort for five minutes before sitting bolt upright with a hissed curse and undoing his dress shirt in a frenzy; zoro stifles a laugh as he balls it up and hurls it at the desk across the room before flopping back down with a loud huff. 

the cook scrunches himself up, spine pressed against the wall and one knee pulled up between them to maintain the distance, pointed at zoro’s gut as a subtle threat. “i’m not gonna bite you, y’know,” zoro grumbles. here he is doing this out of goodwill and this is how he’s treated. 

“i wouldn’t put it past you,” sanji snips in reply. “also, you stink.”

“no i don’t. i just showered.”

“irrelevant.”

“priss.”

“moron.”

“spoiled.”

“i have standards, you sentient piece of kelp.”

“you—” zoro grits out, before he stalls. somehow, throughout this whole exchange, they’d inched closer and closer together and now sanji’s shoulder is digging into his breastbone, his breath warm across zoro’s cheek even as a brush of his skin above the loose, low front of zoro’s shirt feels completely opposite. “why’re you so fuckin’ cold?” he mutters, briskly rubbing at sanji’s upper arms before the cook bats him away with a startled hiss.

“don’t—” he cuts off and huffs a harsh breath, sneering in the dark as he digs for the right word, “—coddle me.”

“why not?” zoro shoots back. the words are out of his mouth faster than he can process, but it’s too late to take them back. “give me one good reason and i’ll stop. just one.” 

the quiet that falls into place after that is broken by the sound of sanji’s swallow and nothing else. it’s nearly pitch-black; they’d put out the lamp on the wall and the infirmary has no windows. if zoro strains his eye he can see sanji’s outline curled close to his own front, golden hair darkened to honey and arms wrapped around himself.

he recalls how it had felt to have fine bones beneath his hand. how the cook hadn’t kicked him off. 

the hand he rests on sanji side is tentative. barely-there pressure, a ghost of a touch with enough space for sanji to back away. he settles his palm down more firmly after a few seconds, tracking his thumb up and down the bumps of sanji’s ribs, and he barely stops his breath from catching when the cook wiggles away from the wall and presses his spine into zoro’s hand. 

sanji’s looking at him. he can see the occasional flutter of long lashes, feel the weight of the cook’s attention like sanji’s preparing to say something, but it never comes. a soft breath slips from his lips before zoro feels a hand curl around his waist, fingers curling into his shirt. 

“sanji.”

the cook heaves a long-suffering sigh. it doesn’t hide how he’s affected by zoro using his real name; zoro can read him too well for that. knows him too well for that. “what.”

zoro readjusts, fingertips pressing into the small of sanji’s back to pull him closer, and wonder of wonders, the cook lets him. “you’re nothing like them.” 

he pretends he doesn’t feel sanji’s arm tighten around him after a few seconds. he notices that his shirt’s damp right before he falls asleep, right where sanji has his face buried in his shoulder.

he doesn’t mention any of it.

*

the next morning is… interesting.

zoro had woken to an empty bed, with the sheets just barely warm and hazy recollections of a lithe body tucked to his side, a leg thrown over his and soft hair under his chin. he stretches and ambles down to the galley, scratching at his stomach beneath his shirt as he yawns, and right on cue— sanji’s disdainful little tongue click reaches his ears, and he smiles. everything’s back to normal, then. 

there’s more of the usual; luffy getting yelled at to leave the eggs alone, i don’t care if you’re hungry, they are raw, and nami and robin being handed their special little tiny cups of coffee and tea respectively. the rest of the crew filters in, and zoro people-watches from his spot on the ratty corner couch before he eventually gets up and slides into his seat at the table. 

but when sanji takes his spot beside him, it feels different. the cook’s made onigiri for breakfast, the plate set down just a little closer to zoro’s side than usual before he sits, and zoro pauses with his chopsticks in the air as an ankle bumps into his. 

not roughly, or painfully, nowhere near, no. just a reminder. a small nudge that could say any possible number of things, but from the way sanji’s gaze meets his before darting away, he’d guess it’s the thank you that their cook always has so much trouble saying. it’s never a lack of gratitude— more of a refusal to acknowledge that he needed help in the first place, that he accepted it, but zoro will take what he can get.

the circles under sanji’s eyes aren’t quite so dark anymore.

zoro knocks back. he feels the rasp of his boot laces against the heel of sanji’s patent leather oxford, and neither of them pull away. the swordsman presses his lips together and takes a big bite to hide his smile, failing momentarily when sanji immediately starts berating his abysmal table manners, marimo, honestly, if you choke i will leave you to die, and yeah, sure. back to normal.

he catches sanji’s eye again, sky-cornflower-ocean blue, and he wonders what sanji could be seeing in his to make his face soften like that.

normal, and maybe a little something new. 

(he isn’t quite sure what to do the following night. sanji’s already in his own bunk when he slips in for a quick few hours of shut-eye, but it isn’t long before he feels someone climbing in with him, and he just knows instinctively without even needing to open his eye. they’ve got limbs hanging out here and there but they fit reasonably well and zoro wakes with sanji’s sleep shirt tucked in his fist and his thin blanket pulled up around his shoulders.

it goes on like this night after night to the point where their crew knows, he thinks. even if zoro discounts the fact that most of them share a bunkroom, they’ve still got to know something’s up; sanji glows like sunlight reflecting off the ocean now, real smiles and laughs that have him tossing his head back and holding his stomach, eyes in sapphire half-moons. robin brings it up offhandedly one day and zoro hums that proper sleep’s doing their cook good— she gives him that look that she does, and he turns away with a smile that he hides in his arm.

the first time sanji finds him in the crow’s nest, he’s still asleep when zoro’s watch ends. the cook’s stretched out on the bench above as zoro sits on the floor, hand draped down against zoro’s collarbone, his face so peaceful that zoro can’t— fuck, he can’t wake him.

and it can’t be comfortable lying on his own arm like that; zoro sits down and carefully pushes him up until sanji’s leaning on his shoulder, that sharp nose tucked under his jaw, and drifts asleep.)

(he stirs awake before sanji’s gone. his eye flutters open to find the cook mid-yawn, working out a crick in his neck and bathed in early-morning light, warm and golden. the cook realises he’s watching and freezes, shoulders going tense and stiff—

he deflates a little when zoro blinks at him, sleep-warm and bleary. “gotta make breakfast, marimo,” he murmurs, reaching out after a moment’s hesitation.

the hand that cups zoro’s cheek is gently callused and somehow familiar. he turns into it like a flower to the sun and breathes in something that he never even realised he’d gotten used to, olive oil and shoe polish and orange blossom pomade. “i know,” he replies, pressing the words into sanji’s palm, and a thumb drags across his cheekbone.

“need anything before i go?” sanji asks, and they both know it’s half a joke. what could he possibly give zoro in here? a dumbbell sandwich?

that other half, though— it’s far too serious. a cold plunge of water through zoro’s muddled early-morning brain. he knows what he wants, but zoro also knows that patience is a virtue for a reason.

the cook already has a hard enough time letting people in. zoro doesn’t want to push. the hand against his cheek is enough for him, even if it is all sanji could ever want, and so he slips the blond a wry grin. “onigiri?”

“you— ugh, fine.” sanji huffs. “anything else?”

zoro frowns, growing increasingly convinced that this is some sort of trap. these are unprecedented levels of generosity. “…protein shake?”

it takes all of two seconds before sanji puts his face into his hands, taking a deep breath before zoro hears something about having to do everything myself, don’t i? the cook plants his hands on his hips, tapping his foot with one brow arched. “of all the people in the world,” he mutters through his teeth, advancing on zoro with enough of a menacing air that the swordsman leans back into the backrest, “of course it had to be you.”

“me what?” zoro says warily, eyeing sanji up and down, and opens his mouth to continue before a fist grips his collar and there’s a brush of contact at his temple— a kiss, he realises, before all the thoughts drain out of his fucking brain.)

(he’s still reeling when he stumbles his way to breakfast. still wide-eyed as he washes the plates, for once, without complaint. it’s when it’s just the two of them, when zoro twists around to ask a question that he hasn’t yet phrased, that arms lock around his waist and sanji’s forehead presses to his nape.

they’re quiet for a long, long while. “you remind me that i’m not like them, y’know,” sanji breathes, barely loud enough to be heard.

zoro turns in his hold, hands dripping all over the floor, fuck, the cook’ll make him clean that up later, he knows and he isn’t even mad about it. “what do you mean, curls?”

sanji leans into him, all sharp edges and bony joints softened by lean muscle and zoro’s fondness, fingers long and thin and laced together over zoro’s hip. “i’m pretty damn sure they’ve never felt like this.”)

(not much changes after that. franky does make them a bigger bunk to share, though, and they fight perhaps even more fiercely now; afternoons are spent toying with each other across the deck, pushing their limits, pushing each other higher until nami yells at them to stop making a racket. zoro doesn’t pretend that he can’t tell when sanji needs a little more contact, keeping him close when perfectly filed nails dig into his shirt. sanji takes care of them all like he always does, and he lets zoro take care of him— most of the time, at least. it’s still a toss-up on whether he’ll explode or break down whenever anyone tries to help him, but with zoro it’s either both in succession or neither.

sometimes he picks a fight and then cries afterwards. others, he concedes to being wrapped in a ratty old blanket and tucked into zoro’s chest where he can hide from the world.

he sleeps through every night now, though. he’s fiery and sharp-tongued and bright-eyed and when he’s had a bit too much to drink he just gets loud, fooling around with their captain and cackling with nami in a corner of the galley between conspiratorial whispers, but zoro can’t deny him anything even though he’s fairly sure they’re plotting his downfall.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

[preciouslandmermaid]

of songbirds, swords, and spice (5)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw/cw: alcohol/drinking

🏴‍☠️ read on AO3 🏴‍☠️

(masterpost)

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The Going Merry glittered beneath the night sky. A rich, flavorful aroma wafted across the cool breeze from the kitchen, but Sanji assured everyone that dinner wasn’t ready yet. Zoro downed his third—or was it his seventh?–cup of sake. Your skin buzzed. Your heart rate was erratic. You drank slower than everyone else and wondered idly if they’d start spilling all their secrets. Luffy seems too earnest for secrets, you thought with a measured glance at the captain of the Straw Hats. Nami on the other hand...Your eyes flickered to her while you refilled Usopp’s cup. Nami’s wary trust and frank pragmatism reminded you of yourself, which meant she couldn’t have had a childhood of kittens and roses. Sanji approached, carrying appetizers for you and her.

“Dinner is going to take a little longer than I expected,” he said smoothly, “but I couldn’t bear the thought of you starving on my account.”

Nami rolled her eyes as you reached for a flaky, triangular pastry. You had one more day of Sanji’s cooking and wouldn't waste it. If the winds stayed true, then the Straw Hats would leave Nightingale Island by tomorrow afternoon. They’d become a story you’d repeat to Clover, Aiden, and the other children at the orphanage. ‘Tell us again’, they’d cry, tell us about the Straw Hats!’. You bit into the pastry, and its crumbs caught your lower lip.

Luffy asked, “Where are my appetizers?!”

“Ah.” Sanji clicked his tongue. “They’re cooking. I wanted Nami and—” he looked at you, gaze dropping to your mouth momentarily, and a flush tinged his high cheekbones. “Well, let’s just say they’re better when they’re fresh.” He looked away and cleared his throat. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and flicked away the loose crumbs.

“Stop playing favorites, cook!” Zoro yelled from across the table.

“I’m not playing favorites.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Does anyone else feel like it’s unfair that the captain didn’t get to try them first?” said Luffy, holding one finger up. Before anyone could argue further, or make complaints, you grabbed one of the pastries and held it out to Luffy.

“He never said we couldn’t share,” you said.

“Oh.” Luffy smiled and plucked the pastry from your fingertips. “Thanks!”

You didn’t miss Sanji’s relieved, grateful smile. Nor did you miss the sudden, fluttery swoop of your stomach. You knocked your drink back, and let the harsh rice wine hit your throat with an uncomfortable, hot splash. You coughed, your eyes watering, and Zoro smirked at you. You sharpened your blurry gaze into a glare. The background conversation muddled and fell away. Zoro filled your vision, taking up too much space, his dark eyes awakening something slumbering inside your lower abdomen.

“What?” You weren’t going to let him mock you, the cocky bastard.

“Seems like someone can’t hold her liquor,” Zoro said. His index finger mindlessly trailed over the rim of his cup before drawing away and gripping the neck of the sake bottle. You swallowed your sore throat.

“I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you,” you replied and ignored the hoarse croak of your voice. You wiggled your fingers as you held out your hand for the bottle. Zoro’s dark eyes dropped from your face, and so did your stomach. His gaze lingered on your fingertips, the digits softly curled in supplication.

“Sure.” He scoffed. “We’ll see.” Despite his doubtful tone, he passed the sake bottle, and you were careful to ensure your fingers didn’t brush along his.

“I’m not rising to the bait, Zoro. I’d be an idiot to get drunk around strangers.”

He tilted his head and the orange-white bulbs hanging from the sailing rigging flashed his golden earring. “We’re strangers?”

You shrugged and didn’t drink. “Close enough, right?”

“We’ve fought together three times.” He refilled Luffy’s cup for him. “I fought alongside Luffy once before joining his crew.”

You couldn’t understand Zoro’s words. Was he seriously that drunk? Fighting together didn’t automatically equate to loyalty or friendship. Once, you saw Marines fighting alongside rebel fighters against a common enemy, but the Marines returned to arresting the rebels once the mutual thread was gone. You couldn’t imagine a world where Zoro of all people wanted you to join the Straw Hats. You blinked slowly.

“Are you trying to ask me to join you?”

“No,” Zoro said while crossing his arms.

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying we’re not strangers.”

“Because we fought together?”

He nodded. His eyes were cast toward the heavens and you frowned. If this was how Zoro made friends then it was no wonder he traveled with this motley crew. There was no friendship between you. Estella hired them. You were the babysitter for this job because she trusted you more than she trusted a handful of inexperienced pirates. Friendship and loyalty? No. No way.

“I could betray you,” you reminded him, “take the box and tell my grandmother that everyone died while we were collecting it.”

“You won’t.”

You cringed, and hot, prickly heat pooled within your cheeks and along your throat. How dare he presume to know you? Okay, he was right, you had no intention or desire to harm any of the Straw Hats. Still, he shouldn’t know. He shouldn’t. You drank and didn’t cough. Zoro’s mouth twitched. Your silence was proof for him. Proof of your loyalty, your compassion, and the tentative bond forged between you. You needed to clear this up.

“How do you know?” you snapped, “you were the one who threatened to chop me into little pieces if I betrayed you!”

Zoro’s lips thinned. Hah! I win! You thought, your shoulders lifted. You had overreacted – Zoro didn’t know you. He was spouting bullshit to try to get under your skin because he was drunk.

You reached for the last pastry, but Zoro snatched it before your fingers touched the thin, airy crust.

“The cave,” he said lowly with his eyes locked onto yours, “you wouldn’t have survived the drop.”

The heat returned and simmered. Your words had been impulsive, half-formed by your worries for the lack of treasure, and reeling from the adrenaline spent from the fight on the beach. Would you have let go of Luffy’s hand? You bit your lower lip. You didn’t want to die, but you also didn’t want any of them to die for Estella’s treasure hunt. If anyone had to be sacrificed for Estella’s sake, it had to be you, and no one else.

“So what?”

“Doesn’t sound like the action of someone willing to betray her allies.”

“You’re reading into it.” You shook your head. “I didn’t want Luffy to fall into the cavern with me, that’s it. I didn’t think he could keep holding onto me.” The Straw Hat captain was surprisingly strong.

“Whatever you say.”

Annoyed by Zoro’s nonchalant perception of your character, you stood, and grabbed the sake bottle, smirking.

“Hey!”

“Get your own,” you quipped before ascending the steps to join Nami at the upper deck. She knelt beneath the tangerine trees with a large map sprawled before her. Her head lifted at your quiet approach and your hand tightened around your small cup and you offered Nami a tight, awkward smile.

“Zoro,” you said, waving your hand vaguely by manner of explanation. “I don’t know how you put up with him.”

Nami smiled. “He’s not so bad.”

You huffed and sat cross-legged beside her. You weren’t inclined to agree with her. Zoro was strong, and a capable fighter, but his social skills needed work. Hell, even when fighting, he managed to annoy you. He bumped into you, pushing you out of the way of an attack without asking, and he made reckless attacks by jumping at vicious, deadly spider-women. You set the sake bottle between you and Nami.

“What’s that?”

“It’s the map to the Grand Line.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Isn’t it always?” She shrugged one shoulder. “You know, I heard what you said on the beach about your dream.” Her eyes turned to Luffy, standing on top of a barrel and laughing, and her smile softened. “I know what it feels like to have an impossible dream, but traveling with Luffy has taught me that some dreams...you can’t accomplish them on your own.”

Your heart pounded into your ribs. You knew Luffy’s dream—he never shut up about it and announced it to everyone, it was a point of pride for him. Sanji shared his dream with you, his thread of connection with his savior and mentor, Zeff. But, everyone else on the ship was a mystery. It’s my last night with them, you thought, I might as well learn all I can. It’ll be good for the stories.

You asked, “What’s your dream?”

The tangerine trees rustled overhead, the sharp citrus scent mingled with the mouth-watering scents coming from the kitchen below. Nami rubbed her hand over the tattoo on her shoulder.

“It started with Arlong,” she said. She shared her story, about Arlong’s deal, and how he betrayed her after she had collected enough berry. You listened, your heart twisting and tugging into strange shapes inside your chest. Usopp said the Straw Hats defeated Arlong, but he hadn’t told Nami’s side of the story, and you found yourself emphasizing with her. You knew what it was like to work for someone you despised, to be trapped, and you knew what it was like to be removed from your home. You angled your gaze downward, toward the map of the Grand Line, and blinked away the burning, sharp prickle behind your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said after her story was finished. “I’m glad you were able to escape from him.”

“Me too.” Her fingers smoothed across the map. “What’s your dream?” she asked quietly, “is it really so impossible?”

Nami’s bright orange hair brushed along her pale cheeks in the wind, her expression was thoughtful and kind, and you didn’t think she’d pressure you to say anything if you didn’t want to. Your eyes followed the swooping design of her tattoo. A symbol of her freedom, of reclaiming her destiny, and navigating her life without abuse and control. You closed your eyes. You saw the endless blue waters, stretching forever, and the shadows that loomed over the islands and pulling the invisible strings. But then you thought of Nami. Brave, determined Nami, a child willing to chain herself to Arlong to work for her home’s freedom. A hundred million berries – an impossible dream. Yet, she had collected the berry, and with the help of Luffy and the others, they removed Arlong’s influence from Cocoyasi village. And now Nami was free to chase her true dream of creating a map of the world.

You had always believed your dream was unattainable. However, this conversation with Nami set you off-kilter, and a tangerine-shaped seed of doubt took root in your stomach.

You said, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe,” Nami said carefully, “you just need friends to help you.”

For the second time, one of the Straw Hats implied friendship with you, and your heart skipped at the idea. How can we be friends, you thought bitterly, when you’re going to leave in a few hours? You'd never see them again once the Straw Hats passed into the Grand Line.

“Are we friends?” you asked.

“Don’t know.” She held up her glass to you. “I’d like to be.”

You lifted your cup and knocked the side against Nami’s. “Me too.”

After dinner, you returned to the upper deck to sit among the tangerine trees and clear your head. You laid on your back, arms crossed and pillowing your head, and watched the stars float aimlessly by as the Going Merry drifted through the calm, dark-gray waters. Your heart had fluctuated between heavy and light. You liked the Straw Hats, but you couldn’t stay with them. Estella needed you. How would the Golden Cupid survive without you? It couldn’t! Your devil-fruit powers allowed Estella’s business to rake in more berry than they ever could through regular performances. You trailed your fingers across your throat, ghosting along your collarbones, feeling the slight pebble of goosebumps beneath your fingertips. Your voice was your greatest weapon and your greatest asset. I can’t stay on a boat, either. The ocean sapped your strength. Estella needed you, the children needed you, and you couldn’t leave them to chase your dream.

Nami’s story, so similar to your own, was an outlier. Most people don’t get to achieve their dreams. You lifted Pandora's ivory box from your pocket and held it aloft in front of your nose, except Estella. Her dream is complete once we deliver this. The ivory surface absorbed the moonlight, turning the angles and divots along the carved surface into luminescent cracks. Estella never wanted to solve the puzzle boxes. She said there was no point. ‘Pandora wouldn’t hide berry in them,’ she said once, ‘they’re too small.’ You figured her desire to have the boxes wasn’t about berry but about the prestige of having something that once belonged to a famous, female pirate.

The wooden floorboards creaked. “There you are,” Sanji said, “care for company?”

You sat up. “Sure.” It’s our last night together.

“I have a personal question,” Sanji said, sitting next to you, though you noticed he was careful and gave you space. “If you don’t mind humoring me…”

Down below, Luffy shouted, “Guys! We have a cat!” He held Mimi from under her front paws, her lower body swaying as he twirled around, and you were surprised that she tolerated it. She never let you pick her up. Oh, Luffy. You chuckled under your breath and shook your head. I wonder if Mimi will stay with them.

“What’s your favorite dish?” Sanji asked, lifting one leg and resting his wrist on his knee. His lighter sparked and illuminated his profile in a brief, flickering glow, his pale eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks, and his lips pinching to hold the cigarette between them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m a chef,” he said, exhaling smoke. “And I want to make you something special for tomorrow to celebrate.”

A swarm of butterflies hatched inside your stomach. You quelled your desire to smile, at his thoughtfulness, and the sight of his longer fingers tucking his lighter into his pocket. You toyed with the puzzle box, passing it back and forth between your hands, and watched the dark, green tangerine leaves rather than continue to stare at Sanji.

“What if you’ve never heard of it?”

“Describe it to me in detail.”

You squinted at him. “And you’ll just – what? – figure it out?”

“More or less,” he said, then smiled.

You asked him to give you a few minutes to think. Your favorite dish? You had plenty of foods you liked, plenty of dishes you’ve tried from years of traveling and being on the run with Estella, from street food that dripped over your fingers to expensive cuisine that you could barely pronounce. Your thumb flicked over the puzzle box’s corner.

“Before I…” You stopped yourself, unable to complete the sentence with honesty, and licked your lips. “Before I worked for someone, we had this cake every year during the Festival of Limitless Water,” you said, “we had all these rivers that ran through the mountains.” You made a swooping gesture, following the memory of hills and streams, and your heart hardened to lead.

“Anyway.” You cleared your throat and were well aware of Sanji’s focused, blue eyes on you. “They’d make them in the shape of fish, and fill them with red bean paste, or custard, or…” You trailed off and realized you couldn’t remember what they tasted like.

The act of remembering your home, your past, felt like razors clawing up your throat. You were barely seven when you left the Yama Archipelago. You remembered it in pieces. The clouds that swelled and wrapped around the mountains like heavy blankets, the fish-shaped cake warm inside your hands, the yellow paint on your childhood door, your parents–

“Keep going,” Sanji said, breaking your trail of thought before you spiraled. “Was it flaky and layered? Or flat?”

“It wasn’t flaky. Sometimes, when it was warmer, we’d eat ice cream from inside of them.”

Sanji nodded. “If it could hold its’ shape, then they must’ve used molds.”

“Probably?” You shrugged. “But, if that’s the case, then I don’t know where you’d find the mold before everyone leaves tomorrow.”

“I’ll improvise.”

You sighed, twisting the puzzle box in your hands. Sanji wouldn’t be able to make the dessert before everyone left. You knew it. He knew it. But for now, beneath the starlight and swaying lights, you would pretend that he’d fulfill his promise—and that you’d see one another again. The smoke trailed out of Sanji’s lips, faint and blue-tinged.

“What’s yours?” You asked, watching the smoke curl into faint wisps before they dissolved.

“Spicy seafood pasta.”

“I should’ve made my paella spicier then,” you said. Who’s cooking for Estella if I’m not there? You hoped she wasn’t worried about you, or Mimi. You hoped she was looking after herself.

“It was perfect as is.”

The nape of your neck tingled, and a flush of hot and cold danced through your veins.

“Thanks.”

“But I’m always available for private lessons,” he said, “if you ever want to advance your culinary prowess.”

“Right.” You laughed. “I’ll just come find the Going Merry in the middle of the East Blue and take you up on the offer.”

“Or you could stay,” Sanji offered gently, his voice a whisper on the smoky, tangerine-scented wind.

“I can’t.” Your reply was quick and pointed. “Estella needs me.”

Sanji of all people should understand your predicament. You wouldn’t abandon her.

“I thought the same about Zeff, but then he reminded me that spending my life at the Baratie was foolish. I was meant to find the All Blue for the both of us.”

You held up the puzzle box, admiring the fine craftsmanship, and said, “What happens after you accomplish your dream?”

Will Estella be content to place this puzzle box among the others? Your dream wasn’t attainable, but hers, Luffy's, Nami's, and Sanji’s dreams were. Where did the passion go once the dream was fulfilled? Sanji held his long, dexterous fingers out to you in a silent request and you wordlessly passed the puzzle box to him. You watched as he attempted to open it, but nothing worked. A little furrow worked its way into Sanji’s brow before he gave up and held it back out to you.

“You find a new one,” he said quietly.

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first One Piece fanfic. I haven't written in a while, a lot of shits happened and mental health is not to be messed with.

This is a slow, romance burn (there will be smut later on) however in the meantime do enjoy the fluff and attempt at humour. I will let you guys know before in the notes if I need to add any warnings don't worry!

Chapter One Next

With another corrupt government taken down and its people freed from tyranny and hardship, the Straw Hats sailed their way through the New World off on their next adventure. It was a normal day for the crew, Luffy leaned back comfortably on the head of Sunny, soaking in the hot sun beaming down as he gazed over the sea filled with excitement. Sanji fawned over Nami and Robin as they casually sunbathed on their lawn chairs, the scent of tangerine wafted around them while sipping on the cool drinks the cook had put his love into making. Brook, Franky and Usopp were sitting at a round table on the ship near the girls under an umbrella, Chopper suffering through the heat as he laid on Jinbei’s cool lap watching the guys play cards to take his mind off the sweltering heat. 

“Oi, that's cheating Brook you can’t hide your cards in your ribs.’’ Usopp stood up accusingly pointing at Brook annoyed, the skeleton giggled behind his palm and pulled out a stack of cards he had indeed been hiding in his ribs. 

“That's SUPER uncool bro”. Franky threw his cards down and picked up his iced cola to sip on. 

“YOHOHOHO, that game was truly rib tickling.” Brook laughed at himself and gathered all their cards to reshuffle whilst hearing unanimous groans from the others to prepare for the next game that he promised he wouldn’t cheat again. 

Zoro comfortably leaned back against the beam of the ship, sweat dripping down his chest with his eye closed trying to drown out the noise of the crew in the background. He spent the day in search of an answer as to why he’d been feeling on edge since he woke up this morning. The air was calm around the ship, Nami noted no upcoming changes to the weather and his haki couldn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary that would pose a danger to the crew. 

“Oi cook, come here for a second”. Zoro called gruffly for Sanji, the cooks hip swerving at the ladies came to a halt and became visibly irritated from being disturbed.  

“Can’t you see I'm busy shitty swordsman?” Sanji bit back but nonetheless reluctantly walked away from Nami’s side and gave a ‘what’ expression to Zoro once he stood before him. 

“Do you feel anything…off around you?” Zoro questioned, the cook clearly confused by what the swordsman was asking him. 

“Has the moss on your head finally seeped into your brain?” Sanji asked back, Zoro opened his eye to deadpan at the cook, regretting asking him. If the cook wasn’t going to take him seriously, at least Zoro knew he was always prepared for the worst to come. 

‘Maybe I just need some booze.’ He thought to himself.

“Nevermind, I don’t even know why I even bother with you.’’ Zoro said back, about to close his eye only to sense a kick approaching his head, quickly drawing Wado from his stilt to block the attack. 

“Wasting my precious time over your stupid-” the cook couldn’t finish his sentence before the ship began to rumble. The rumbling abruptly stopped after a few seconds, a large hole began to grow out of the deck of the ship. The hole appeared as swirled white smoke with stars glittering in it. The hole had now been fully formed. The swordsman and cook moved into position to defend the ship as they were the closest to the hole. Luffy jumped from his place to stand with Zoro and Sanji, clearly not worried but beamed with excitement as he gawked over the mysterious hole. 

As the rest of the crew quickly gathered around the hole, all ready for the worst to come out of this hole…a small hand shot out from the smoke, flayling trying to find grip around the hole onto the ship. The hand found grip on the edge of the hole, one hand became two hands on the edge, hauling themselves out of the hole to crawl to then lay on the floor of the ship. 

“Wow look, it’s a woman!” Luffy said the obvious, smiling widely at the mysterious woman who laid on her side on his ship, her face appeared fatigued. 

You were huffing in and out trying to catch your breath again, feeling sweat dripping down your back. Your breathing eventually evened out, finding the energy to open your eyes to observe where in the world you had stumbled into. Finding the faces of the concerned strangers staring at you, a small “shit” came out of your mouth as you scrambled to pull yourself up into a seated position, taking off your backpack and what appeared to be a dark green sword attached to it. 

“Excuse me, I do apologise for disturbing you. Where am I?” You smiled up at everyone as you asked politely, the crew members looked at each other clearly seeing that you were not dangerous, dropping their defences and gazing at you with wonder. 

“Oh what a beautiful lady you are, I’m Sanji your savi-” Sanji started walking forward to you, beaming with hearts in his eyes about to work his usual ladies-man routine before he was pushed back by Luffy. 

“You’re on my ship in the New World. Hi I’m Luffy and I’m going to be King of the Pirates.” Luffy happily said as he grabbed your hand and shook it aggressively, you looked at him and started looking at each individual in front of you until your eyes laid upon a familiar green-haired man while he was putting his sword away. Your smile dropped as you gasped, slowly standing up and started walking towards the swordsman, the others were confused by your actions. You eventually stood in front of him, your eyes glossed over and a small whimper came out of your mouth. 

“It's you…I’ve finally found you.” You quietly spoke, everyone suddenly looking at Zoro who had become the centre of attention. Zoro finally looked up from his swords to face you. What happened next clearly brought everyone out of their confused state as you slammed yourself into Zoro to hug him tightly. Sanji had visibly died at the display of affection from you.

“Oi, what are you doing?” Zoro said gruffly, not returning your hug, his arms were raised to not touch you.

“I spent so long looking for you, you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You said sobbing, tears falling from your face as you felt the relief flood in. 

“I don’t even know who you are and you’re touching me like this” Zoro angrily stated.

“Y-you don’t remember me?” You looked up at him concerned, the weight of his words crushing into your heart. 

Robin started to walk towards you from the others to ask the obvious question everyone had on their mind. 

“I see you know our swordsman, do you mind me asking who you are?” Robin asked. You turned your head to the side at the new sound to make eye contact with the woman standing by your side. You could sense her gentle nature, you offered a small smile before clearing your throat to speak.

“My name is Y/N Roronoa and this is my husband.”

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[jesperr-fahey]

(u can take this ask as seriously as u want or ignore it. full disclosure ik, like, three things about one piece so idgh but i love when people talk about and play-doh w/charas) for the op character how about. uh. sanji? or nami?

WHOOOOO thank you you're a hero!!!! the random word i generated is autonomy so i'm gonna write some nami for you :)

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Nami is eight years old when she moves in to Arlong Park. She's given a room, with a cot and a toilet and little else, next to the room that will become the map room. She has no pillow, no blanket, nothing to put on the walls, no window to peer through on clear starry nights, no way to feel the breeze on her face. But she has no choice, so when night comes, she sleeps.

Arlong himself seldom deigns to speak to her, instead delegating the task to the lowest ranking of his crewmembers. They give Nami their sea charts and measurements, tell her what to draw, and tell her when she's allowed to stop. They ignore her when she says that's she's hungry, that she's tired, that her fingers are bleeding, and eventually, she learns to stop speaking at all. Nothing will come of it, so why bother?

Even when she returns to Coco village, she can't ask for anything. They're under so much pressure already, all of them, and what right does she have, to ask Nojiko for an extra portion at dinner because she hasn't eaten since yesterday? What right does she have to ask for a hug? She has work to do, and she'll do it, and that's all that matters. That's all that can matter.

Years pass, like this. Eventually, she's allowed on ships, allowed to visit islands and chart them herself, allowed to sneak away and steal. She steals only berri, at first, only what she needs to pay Arlong back, but one day, when she's thirteen years old, she steals a small painting- a tree with white flowers, the sun setting behind it. She hangs it on her wall in that small, empty room, and it feels like a victory.

A week later, one of the fishmen slams open her door, bursts into the room, and grabs her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. In the midst of berating her for sleeping too long, he catches sight of the painting, and he laughs, long and hard and cruel. He rips it from the wall, tears it in half, and laughs again at the way tears well up in her eyes. You can have nothing, his laughter says, as clearly as if he was speaking aloud. Nothing that is yours.

More weeks. More years. More time, in an empty room that will never be hers, on a schedule that isn't hers to control, and then-

And then Luffy. And then Zoro, and Usopp, and Sanji, and then a ship, and then Arlong is gone, Arlong Park is gone, the room that trapped her broken and collapsed and shattered into a million useless pieces, and Nami is free.

Nami is eighteen years old when she moves in to the Going Merry. The boys are kind enough to give her her own room, a bedroom that doubles as an office, with a hammock and a couch and a bookshelf and a desk and room to stack the shelves with whatever she wants, whatever she finds. There's a door to the boys' room, a ladder to the deck, and she can use either whenever she needs to, and she can walk around the rest of the ship, too, and when they land on a new island she can take out her surveying tools and she can work, she can really work, without malice and violence closing in from every side, and she's free.

She's free.

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(send me a character or relationship, and i'll write a drabble based on a randomly generated word!)

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The lost Princess of the ocean - seven

Masterlist

Zoro and Nami took another shot of whiskey at the same time.

Nami looked around herself.

“Where is y/n, she didn't follow us in here?” She asked. Zoro huffed.

“Probably flirting with that waiter.” He spat out.

“Yeah I doubt that.” She scoffed back at him, “Come on, the girl has been glued to your side since the moment you saved her. She has only spoken to me once and that's because she had no other choice.” Nami explained.

“She knows him, that means she knows this place and she didn't tell us.” Zoro argued back.

“She's bloody traumatised, what did Kuro say she was with the white shadow assassins? Who knows what they made her do. When you're held like that, you do whatever you can to survive.” Her words hit her own heart as well as Zoro's.

“I dislike you.” Zoro pressed his jaw together.

“Guys, meet my new best friend.” Usopp staggered over to them, bring a tall man with him.

“What did you say your name was again?” Usopp asked him.

“Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?” The man asked.

“Who wants to know?” Nami quipped.

“You're Dracule Mihawk.” Zoro stated.

“I have business with your captain. If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over.” The gravelly voice was almost melodic.

“We don't know anyone named Luffy. Right, Zoro? Zoro?” Nami said. Zoro stood.

“I've been following your career since I was a child. It's an honour to finally meet you, sir.” Zoro's voice had deepend.

“Thank you.” Mihawk smiled.

“Which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow you're going to die. I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel to the death.”

“I've never heard of you.” Mihawk said.

“They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter.

But my lifelong dream is to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world.” Zoro straightened his back.

“You're serious.” The warlord felt a tinge of excitement creep up.

“Accept my challenge.You'll see how serious I am.”

“Very well. Tomorrow at dawn. And when I'm done with you, pirate hunter, I'll take your captain.” Mihawk agreed leaving the bar.

“What the hell did you just do?” Nami growls.

Mihawk stomps out of the restaurant passing your bench and you stand.

“Please don't fight him.” You try to say it with command. His yellow eyes narrowed onto you.

“What is it to you?” He towers over you.

Nami searches for Luffy and Usopp tries to find you but you are nowhere to be found. The sun started to rise over the horizon. Nami was still angry at Zoro and Luffy for continuing this ridiculous duel, whilst worrying about you. Mihawk walked onto the wooden platform, holding you by the back of your neck. Your hands were bound in front of you.

“Monkey D. Luffy. I'm surprised the Marines would require my services for such a small package. Though I do like your hat.” he laughed.

“Enough.” Zoro growled. “Give her back”

“Oh with pleasure, she was simply my insurance that you would not back down. So many do lose their fight before it begins.”

Mihawk pushes you forward and you slowly step across the platform, passing Zoro to stand beside Luffy. Your eyes meet with his for a moment.

“Let's begin.” Mihawk draws a small dagger barely inches tall.

“What is that? I'm here for a sword fight.” Huffed.

“I don't hunt rabbits with a cannon.” His opponent quipped.

“I'm no rabbit.” Zoro draws his swords.

“That remains to be seen.

The fight begins, Luffy unties your wrists, his eyes flicking worriedly to the duel. You couldn't look, even the chicks of the blades made you wince.

“You're strong,” Mihawk muses, “But fighting isn't all about strength.”

“Stop talking and fight.”

They move like a practised dance, spinning and flipping around each other, blades glinting in the rising sunlight. You hear the warlord taunting Zoro.

Zoro's voice cuts through the noise and you hear his footsteps pound against the wood. There is a beat of silence and then gasps all around. Turning slightly you see Zoro being held up by Mihawk, the tiny blade embedded in his chest.

“Why don't you retreat?” Mihawk asks.

“I can't,” he thinks once again back to his childhood friend. “or my dream will be lost forever.” He has to force himself not to look at you.

“You're brave. I'll give you that. So I'll do you the honour of killing you with Yoru.”

“That's more like it.” Zoro grunts, placing two black swords in one hand and putting the white between his teeth. They charge at each other but Zoro.has no chance to fight back he lands on his knees and his two black swords fall.into many pieces. The metal hitting the ground and changing around him. You bury your head into Luffy's shoulder and he holds you close to him. Zoro uses his last sword to help him stand, before replacing it at haj waist and turning.

“Come on. You're defeated. Why do you persist?” Mihawk asks, a glint of admiration in his yellow eyes.

“Wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame.” Those words cut through you. Nami grabbed Usopp's hand as her heart jumped into her throat.

“Magnificent.” Mihawk smiled wide and swung his sword, landing a blow across Zoro's chest knocking him to the ground.

“Zoro!” Luffy screamed out rushing over to his friend and dropping to his knees. You stay rooted to your spot.

“Monkey D. Luffy, what's your goal?” The Warlord asked from behind them.

“I'm going to become the King of the Pirates.”

“King of the Pirates, hey?” He seemed amused, “That's a much more treacherous path than even defeating me.”

“I don't care. It's what I'm going to do.” Luffy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe you will at that. This world could use

a few more wild cards. Roronoa Zoro, it's too soon for you to die. Grow strong and come find me.” You feel bile rise up in your throat at his words and you watch him walk away. The others crowded around Zoro, lying on the floor.

“He's losing so much blood.”

“He's gonna be okay.”

“Hey, Zoro, can you hear me? He said it's too soon for you to die.” Everyone seemed to be talking at the same time.

“Luffy.” Zoro spoke at last, “If I fail to become

the world's greatest swordsman you'll be disappointed. Right?”

“You could never fail me.” Tears fell from Luffy's eyes.

“Never again. From now until I beat him.” He raised his sword into the air with one hand. “To become the greatest swordsman I will never lose again!” Zoro's eyes closed.

“Zoro? Zoro? Zoro!”

Everything seemed to freeze as you watched the three of them lifting him off the floor and rushing back to the ship. You manage to make your feet work enough to get ahead of them and open every door in their path to the mess hall where they place him on the counter.

You looked down at the blood on your hands. You weren't sure when you had touched him but there it was decorating your skin. Your ears echoes the voices around you as you watch him. At some point Luffy leaves, coming back moments later with Sanji and Zeff in tow.

“Are you kidding? He needs a doctor.” Nami yelled.

“Do you wanna save your swordsman friend or not?” Zef growled, pushing them all aside and dropping equipment on the counter, along with a bottle of whiskey.

“Is that to sterilise the wounds?”

“Hell, no. That'd be a waste of really good liquor.”

you can't really be sure what is happening in front of you but at some point you had been sat down at the table. Sanji came into your view.

“Hey, hey, come on you need to move now okay.” He took hold of your hands.

“Is he gonna be okay?” You hear Luffy asking. Zeff sighs.

“Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. He's lost a lot of blood. It might be too late for him. He's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. You have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. Talk to him. Tell him stories. Sing him sea shanties for all I care. He may not reply, but at least he'll know his crew are still with him.” Those words drifted through your mind as you followed them carry Zoro to your cabin and place him on the swinging bed.

Sanji stays with you when the others leave.

“Did he save you from the assassins?” He asked. You shake your head.

“No from Axehand Morgan.” You say.

Sanji has many questions but his intuition was smarter than asking them. The way you had flinched when he came up to you in the restaurant, the slight shake of your hands when you were alone. The Chef had first seen you in very different way, his heart broke for all the pain you must have felt. He walked out of the cabin and back to the kitchen where he began preparing food.

Usopp came waltzing in with his nose in the air, “Mmm. Something smells delicious.”

“I just thought everyone'd be hungry, man.

Plenty we didn't use.” Sanji explained, “Never waste food.”

“Cool.” Usopp's face lit up at the sight of so much food.

“What's the matter? Don't like fish?” Sanji asked Luffy sitting at the table.

“I love fish. I just need to get Zoro's sword ready for him. You know, for when he wakes up.” Sanji glanced over at the Captain.

“He's, uh, pretty badly hurt, man. There's an itty-bitty chance he might not wake up.” He said cautiously.

“Zoro's the strongest fighter that I know. No way he's gonna let some warlord guy beat him.” Luffy proclaimed.

“Well, you've gotta eat. Come on. If you don't want the fish, I got two-inch T-bones in the kitchen. Or, uh, maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto?” Sanji tried to coax him away from the blade.

“I normally would get both, but I really gotta get the Waddy Itchy Monkey ready for him.”

“The what?” The chef pulled in his eyebrows.

“His sword. It's got a name.” Luffy explained.

“Oh. Why?” Sanji asked.

“I don't know. He said it was kind of special.” They all shrug. Sanji twists his knife in his hand looking between the two men.

“What's the girl's story with him?” He asked.

Luffy's eyes lit up with the excitement of telling the story.

“We were all inside the Marine base in Shells Town, I had generously freed Zoro from his bonds in the square. I hadn't seen her myself. Zoro wouldn't leave until he had freed her. Brought her along with us like a true hero.” Luffy pounded his chest with his fist in a prideful boast.

“She's pretty nervous still though,” Usopp interjects, “she hardly speaks except to Zoro. It's like they've become one person.”

“She speaks to you though.” Luffy observed, “you know her?”

Sanji licked his bottom lip and laid the knife down.

“Not really, about a year, maybe two years ago she was here with the White Shadows. They didn't let her eat until they had all finished and gave her their scraps. I've never seen someone so sad. Every movement from those men made her tense and flinch.” He knew this wasn't his story to tell.

“Her name is y/n y/l/n.” Luffy said.

“The princess?” Suddenly Sanji understood more than he wanted to, “I didn't know, she always looked so-” he sighed heavily.

“Hey, Sanji, can you cook Zoro's favourite food?” Luffy broke his thoughts.

“Sure. What does he like?”

“He really likes rice balls and beer. What about rice balls soaked in beer? Can you make that?”

Sanji laughs, “I can make anything. Just tell me what you want.”

“I want him to eat so that he gets back his strength But I also want him to sleep so that his wounds can heal. Or maybe, maybe he just needs some water. Right? After all of that fighting, he must be awfully thirsty. But, you know, he's probably also tired, so, so yeah, we should just let him rest.” Luffy had confused even himself. Sanji leant himself on the counter.

“Being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? Zeff once told me that making decisions is what separates a captain from the rest of his crew and he was one of the best pirate captains that ever sailed the seas.”

[kingofthe-egirls]

FOX TALES: LUFFY asks to be your boyfriend (+ bonding time with ROBIN)

fox tales

(Part ??? Of my arctic fox kistune fic, based off a lot of russian folk lore lol. Scroll through my tag and read in whatever order you want, you’ll get the gist 😅)

(cw: food, violence, kissing, sfw)

“Vasya”

***

“I think I wanna change my name,” you start, slowly flipping through the pages of an antique book Robin had handed you. There’s gold filigree on the paper edges, and it’s written in a script you have to scrunch your eyes to read.

“Oh?” The archeologist asks. She looks up from over the rim of her teacup, sipping gently. Her blue eyes are lighter than Sanji’s: hers more teal, rather than his lapis lazuli. Robin and you haven’t connected much, but it’s nice to spend some time with her. And you didn’t know if anyone else would understand this sort of thing.

“To Vasya,” you continue, nodding down at your book. “I read it in a story once.”

Robin sips her drink. “What was it about?” Her voice is quiet, and lilting. You tilt your ears, wondering if she knew she spoke in lullabies.

“It was about this girl,” you say, folding your hands atop the book, vellum pages spread open in front of you. You scratch at some of the ink. “She was a witch, sorta. She could see nature spirits. And the king of winter wanted to take her for his bride. He actually fell in love with her,” you recall, “Instead of the mortal man she was betrothed to. So she ran away into the woods with him, and eventually learns to fight. She helps her country win a war, actually.” You grin, “There were some really cool fight scenes.”

“Oh?” Robin hums, closing her book on her lap. The two of you had been reading in the library together, until you’d spoken out of nowhere about your name change. “That’s interesting.”

“Mhmm,” you agree, sipping your own sugary tea Sanji had prepared for you. He knew you liked it sweet.

You plop another sugar cube into the china cup, stirring it with the silver spoon that came with the rest of the tea set. It had a lily emblazoned on the handle.

“And her name was Vasya?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding, “Short for Vasilisa. But I like Vasya best.”

“Well then,” Robin smiles, a thin flutter of pleasure dancing around her lips. “Nice to meet you, Vasya.”

You grin, and take a big sip of tea.

“Thanks, Robin. Nice to meet you, too.”

***

“The wings of the pirate king?” You giggle after Robin had told you Sanji’s title.

“Mm,” she hums, pleased, “Zoro is his right arm. And you are the painter, I presume?” She nods toward the set of colored pencils you’d brought along into the room. The library was one of your favorite places on the ship to draw (minus the stern’s railing, which was your favorite spot). Sketches of the aquarium fish dotted your notebook every few pages. Luffy and his stupid grin took up most of the rest.

You couldn’t stop drawing him, much to your chagrin.

“I like using colored pencils, mostly,” you prop your chin on your hand. Munch on a cookie Sanji had brought, the white china plate dotted with pink frills. It was vanilla, with lemon-icing sugar on top. Your eyes flutter closed at the taste of it.

“Melts in your mouth, doesn’t it?” Robin brings her own cookie up to her lips, and takes a dainty bite. She’s so polite, you think. Way better manners than you, or even anyone else on the crew. Nami came close, but not really. Sanji was better mannered than her (at least to you, although he yelled at Mosshead quite a lot). You hadn’t gotten to really meet Zoro, yet.

“Mm,” you agree, taking another bite.

“You’re the archeologist, right? A historian, of sorts.” You hadn’t known what that word meant, until Chopper told you. He was your best friend, on the ship. Well, besides Luffy…

But Luffy was special.

“That’s right,” she inclines her head, the sharp edge of her raven hair skimming the top of her shoulder. Her collarbone dipped behind a violet collar, sharp and angular just like the rest of her.

Plus she was so tall.

“What do you like about it?” It was easy for you to make friends, you had realized. Especially with this crew. They had all been so welcoming to you, the day Luffy reappeared through a portal with you on his hip. He’d been gone for three months, stuck at the cottage with you. That’s how you’d met him, how you’d gotten to know him, and how he asked you to be on his crew.

He’d been impressed with your portal fruit, and had found you to be excessively pretty, to boot. You blush at the memory, the first time he’d called you cute.

***

“You’re pretty, kitty.” Luffy bends down his head so he’s looking at you from upside down. You’re sitting on a tree stump, sketchbook in hand. You’d been drawing Luffy himself, enthralled by his athleticism as he trained on your cottage-green lawn.

“Y-You are!” You blurt, having never been called pretty before. You could use your body to flirt with men, sure, but somehow Luffy’s complement hit differently than theirs. Your cheeks flush.

You wonder why.

“You’re welcome,” he says, grinning, and steps away to sit down across the firepit from you. Last night’s embers still smoke, chalk-like wisps still curling through the air.

“But you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ first,” he stretches his legs out, leaning back on his hands. His fingers are thick and calloused from where they curl into the grass.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your sketchbook stealthily. He’s seen your portraits of him, the ones you dared to show him. But those were less…ogling than this last one had been.

Listen, he’s hot when he trains, okay?

“You’re really pretty,” he says again, and you realize there’s a sudden dusting of rose across his face. He’s blushing, you think with a shock.

“Th-thanks…,” you say again, sitting on your hands. You knock your feet together, bare and dirty from the grass. You curl them up, and scrunch your nose. “What…what makes you say so?”

Luffy tips his head to one side, gray eyes sliding up toward the sky. “Hmm…just felt like saying it, I guess. I like watching you draw.”

You bite your lip, your own cheeks heating. “I like watching you train,” you quietly counter. Luffy stills, going calm in that way you’d seen for the first time last night, when he’d fought off a whole town of angry farmers for you. They’d been trying to chase you, torches and all, and he had just. Knocked them down like bowling pins.

He’d been angrier than you’d ever seen him, then.

After, when there were only groaning bodies left twitching on the ground, he’d wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Let’s go home, Kit,” he had said, and you opened a portal for the both of you to step through.

Now, he stares at you with guileless, unblinking eyes. You’ve never trusted someone so implicitly before. Luffy never lies.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” He asks, and the question catches you off guard. You’re still a little shaken, from the fight.

You regard him, leveling an artist’s eye at his muscular frame. His body is tanned, weather-worn and battle-hardened. His hair is fluffy and dark, like a raven’s ruffled feathers. He has the best smile you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not long before you’re nodding emphatically.

“Yes.”

He grins, eyes crinkling up into little half moons. “Good! I like you,” he hums, turning his head to stare at the tree line surrounding your yard. The pine trees are tall and indigo, shivering in the cool, twilight breeze.

“I like you too,” you hedge, not sure what he means. Did he…y’know…like you? Like that?

“I mean, I really like you,” he repeats. He’s staring at you fully now, and your pulse quickens.

“I really like you, too.” You couldn’t hope, you couldn’t possibly, but—

“Can I kiss you?”

He asks it plainly, simply, with a subtle tilt to his head. His hair is ruffled in the wind, and you can see a flicker of conquerer’s haki around his shoulder blades. Like the mantle of a king.

You answer without words, crawling forward off your tree stump over to where he sits with his legs splayed out. Your sketchbook is forgotten, discarded in the grass. You sit in his lap, hovering with your face and your hips barely a breath away from his.

Your eyes flick to his lips, and you can see that he’s trembling. He looks up at you, a question asked still paused in his throat. You slide your fingers into his hair, and pull.

He gasps, but you devour it with a kiss.

“Fuck—,” he whispers, in between hot crashes of your lips, “I like kissing you.”

You moan out a little sound, something satisfied and warm, and sink down onto his lap proper. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in tighter. Your hands are raking through his fluffy hair.

“I like you,” you growl again, pursing your lips at his temple. You wonder if he’s ever been kissed.

“Good,” he says again, peppering small kisses along your jawbone. “Will you be mine?”

“Hmm,” you tap your fingers against the base of his skull. “What does that mean? I don’t like being trapped,” you lean up, haughty, your arms around his neck.

He shakes his head, fiercely. “Never trapped,” he tightens his hold around your hips, “Not with me.”

“Okay,” you chirp, bending down to nip at his bottom lip, “I’m yours, then.”

Luffy laughs, loud and clear, and tumbles you both onto the grass together. You giggle, enjoying the weight of your now-boyfriend pressing against you in the dirt. He’s so warm, and he smells like fresh logs.

You reach up to kiss his chin. He beams down at you with pride.

“My Kit,” he says, effectively claiming you as his own. He kisses the tip of your nose.

“My Luffy,” you say, grinning almost as wide as him (though you don’t think that’d ever be possible). “My pirate captain,” you stroke his hair lovingly, and he leans into the touch.

“Your pirate king,” he corrects, and swoops down to claim your lips once again.

[mugiwara-no-toshokan]

Some Direction

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd -- surprisingly fluffy despite it all. 18+ only

Chapter 25: Some Direction

"I still feel like I should apologize," you say, as Robin did your hair in a crown braid, weaving ribbon and flowers in it. Nami was in front of you applying your make-up.

"Stop feeling guilty," Nami assures you for the dozenth or so time. "You more than made up for it by getting us those train tickets. I still can't believe I got a text from you before I even got my book."

"Haa, yeah, that was indeed a day," you admit.

Sanji had received his Matchbook while working out the details of catering the wedding for you and Zoro and had been okay with letting to two of you see who it was. Your jaw had nearly dropped and even Zoro had made an uncontrolled surprised expression. You explained to Sanji that Nami was a coworker of yours, and that Zoro knew her because he'd been volunteering at the Library.

The young cook was obviously nervous, but you assured him that everything would be okay. You told him how both he and Nami had called Zoro "Marimo", without knowing the other did it, and hey – if they were already on a similar wavelength like that, then of course things would be fine.

And fine they had been. Nami and Sanji took to each other almost faster than you and Zoro had, and they hadn't had a series of unfortunate and terrifying events to draw them closer. To repay Nami for basically stealing her date from her for a large portion of the wedding event, you had pooled money and sent them on the train trip that Mihawk had gotten for you Zoro before.

"Honestly though, (Y/N), you've gone through enough the last six months. Even if I was bothered by it, and I'm not, I wouldn't hold it against you." Nami explains, tapping your nose and causing you to open your eyes. She held up a mirror so you could review her work.

The light green and blue eyeshadow played remarkable well with your eye color, and the hints of gold went with the accents in your hair. All of it came together with the admittedly risky choice, of the wedding gown you'd gone with. But once you'd seen a gown that basically screamed "Bride of Marimo" you had to pick it. The mossy pattern was sufficiently understated, and the dress was still mostly white, so you were bending tradition, versus breaking it. The green matched Zoro's hair well, and the soft golden threads woven through some of the patterns were almost impossible to see from a distance but added a real elegance up close.

The risk was going to be in how Zoro reacted once he finally saw it. Nami, Robin, Sanji and Law had seen it. Weeks ago, you had looked at dozens of dresses with Zoro, but a couple weeks after that you had gone on a second round – this time without Zoro. You had decided after looking at dresses with him the first time that you wanted to surprise him. You hadn't intended to surprise him quite this way, but it's how things had gone.

Nami and Robin had come to help you decide, and Law and Sanji had come to act as bodyguards of sorts. You and Zoro were both still uneasy if you were in public without him, so the guys acted on his behalf. Though Law and Sanji didn't seem to get along quite as good with each other as they did with Zoro, but there wasn't any uncomfortable bickering. Law just looked like he wanted to sew the cook's mouth shut on a couple of occasions, especially after Sanji learned the doctor didn't like bread.

Your appointment with Dr. Kureha on the 6th had gone well. Nothing abnormal, and no new instructions to follow. You were fit enough, by her words, to "cartwheel down the aisle" if you felt so inclined.

A slight damper on the occasion had been news on Usopp from Sanji. The cook had been visiting when it was allowed. Well, him and Franky – who you had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. Franky had been an experience, and if anyone had fit the descriptor of "punk", it had certainly been him. Once you got past his loud demeanor and bursting-with-energy style, you came to realize he was a good guy.

He even offered to let you take him on a tour of the grounds, if you didn't want to hear anything about Usopp, though you had declined.

Usopp's trial wasn't set to start for many months yet, as there was a lot of evidence and discovery to be done. He was in a high security asylum, and according to Sanji whatever they were doing for him in terms of therapy seemed to be working.

"The first time I visited him there was this look in his eyes that was unsettling, and something in his voice that just didn't seem like Usopp." Sanji had said. "But now he's starting to seem like his old self, though, well – I'm not excusing what he did, but I just mean he looks like he's properly carrying the burden of what he had done. His empathy's coming back. It might be too late to stop him from spending the rest of his life behind bars, but..."

"Yeah, I get it." Zoro had said as Sanji trailed off.

Afterward, Franky had taken up the job of helping Zoro and Mihawk set up the dojo for the reception and open up the front rooms to make space for the ceremony itself. With a few exceptions, most of the estate was functionally one giant room, so with the adjustment and removal of a few shoji and fusuma, the living room, family room, study, and office opened into a large enough area for guests to sit. With you and Zoro able to exchange vows surrounded by books on the Office end of the line.

Back to the matters at hand.

"Nami if you fuss with things anymore than this, I'll tear it all off and walk down the aisle in jeans." You grumble, as the girl sifted your veil for the hundredth time.

"Alright, alright. You look perfect, (Y/N). Robin already went to make sure the guests were seated, and that Zoro was standing at the alter waiting. Are you still sure about walking down the aisle alone?"

"Yes. I appreciate Mihawk and everything he's done in the few months, but I stood on my own two feet at sixteen, and I want to pay a final homage to that. I guess, I just want to say goodbye to being that alone properly and formally." You explain.

Nami gives you a warm smile. "Well, when you say it that way." She grins. "Oh, your family is going to double in a few months, I'm so excited for you!" She grabs your hands, careful not to ruin all her work by hugging you.

"Almost double," You corrected. "Mihawk would be sad if I didn't include him in the family count."

Nami tilted her head a bit and shrugged.

"Everything is set, (Y/N), are you ready?" Robin questions from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I am."

You stood outside the dinning room, waiting as Robin, arm-in-arm with Law, and Nami, arm-in-arm with Sanji, made their way down the aisle ahead of you. The two ladies would stand on your side, and Law and Sanji would stand with Zoro. It was a lot of juggling on Sanji's part, considering all he was doing, but he had insisted on making it work. In his own words there was no way he was going to miss the front-row opportunity to see Zoro's face as you walked down the aisle.

After a few minutes, the song you had been waiting for began to play, and you stepped into view, walking proudly down the rows of guests. You smiled at the younger dojo students who waved at you excitedly and kept your focus on your steps. Your veil wasn't thick, so you could see easily, and the calm stony expression of your love was nowhere to be seen.

Zoro's face was flushed red, his jaw slack. You almost didn't register the expression of sheer delight on Sanji's face beside him. The infamous scowl was gone, not even a trace of it remained. It almost looked exaggerated, subtle as it truly was, on the face of a man who barely showed anything in the first place. Not the barest hint of indignation or irritation at your choice of dress, and that was relief enough.

You stopped for just a second, at the end of aisle, and said your farewells to the days of your solitude, and the finished the last few steps to stand beside Zoro.

His hand reached out for yours, and you took it, the two of you turning toward the priest residing over the ceremony. He was a real bear of a man, and an old friend of Mihawk's. Bartholomew Kuma was a devout man, with an expectedly soft voice for someone so broad shouldered. His eyes and temperance were kind and gentle, and as soft as his voice was, it carried easily over those gathered.

Though, admittedly, you barely heard a word. The warmth of Zoro's hand, the expression on his face, the steady cadence of the practiced words of an adept officiator, all seemed to mix within you. You were happy and content, no longer afraid or on edge, and there were no shadows at the corners of your world.

Near the end, you exchanged vows.

You spoke words you had written, re-written, and practiced until you didn't need to think about them. You wanted to convey your heart in the truest manner possible. You spoke of your initial apprehension, of your fears and of feeling cursed. You spoke of how Zoro was like a sun, burning away all that darkness and bringing light into your world. Finding you, over and over, no matter the distance, and no matter the risk.

"No matter what the future brings us, I know it will be okay." You reach out, fingers causing the three golden earrings to clink together. "Because you will always find me."

Zoro smiles peacefully at your words, and the tinge of red in his ears spoke volumes. He held your hand, fingers running over yours and swallowed hard before he spoke.

"For a long time, I thought I knew the path my life would take. A straight and steady road that was so easy to follow that I think I really stopped paying attention to the direction of anything, or anyone else." He looks up from your hands, and some part of you falls in love all over again. The soft, warm expression that only you get to see. "But these wandering feet of mine, led me to you. Again, and again. Whether I willed it or not." His finger slides over the ring on your finger, tracing idly over the star pattern.

"You've brought some direction to my life, that I didn't even know I was missing, and I will follow your lead, wherever you go."

Kuma gave you both a moment, and then continued. "By the power vested in me, and with the authority of the World Government, I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride, young man."

You could feel your cheeks going red as Zoro lifted the veil, his hand resting under your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

"Any requests?" He asks quietly.

You shake your head just a little and smile. "Love me," you say softly as warm lips brush against your own in a proper and almost chaste kiss.

"Kiss her like you mean it, Marimo!" Sanji and Nami said in unison.

Laughter rippled through the guests as Zoro's arms wrapped around you, dipping you with a little flair and deepening the kiss. You were safe and steady in his arms, so your squeak of surprise was, at least, not so loud as to be heard over the roar of cheers that followed.

You hide behind your bouquet as you are set back upright, Zoro's fingers twined in your own as you headed back down to aisle together to a chorus of cheers, clapping, wolf-whistles and well-wishes.

. . . . . .

The reception went well. Sanji's food was a hit with everyone, and the music provided by DJ "Captain" Kid was just as good as one of the dojo students had promised you it would be. While the fiery red-head was certainly good at what he did, you got the distinct impression that wedding receptions were what he did to fund the events he preferred. Probably something with a mosh pit and a questionable liquor license.

You ate, you danced, you blushed terribly as Zoro took his sweet time removing the wedding garter from your leg before tossing it into a crowd. A tradition that struck you as a little odd, but despite the prolonged time he took, Zoro was a gentleman about it. It wasn't like he ducked under your skirts and took it off with his mouth or anything. Afterward you tossed your bouquet into a crowd of people who hadn't received their Matchbooks yet, and there were a few people who stood and gave speeches.

It was, in its own way, very typical and ordinary. Even so, because it was your day, and you were with him, it was also very extraordinary. Beautiful in its tradition, peaceful in its normalcy. No surprises, no drama, no drunken brawls, or unexpected events. For everything you'd gone through in the last few months it was relaxing and reassuring.

Everything could go on being predictable and normal for the rest of your life as far as you were concerned. No more curses, no more scars, no more stalkers or worrying about surveillance in your home. As the guests left and the night died down, you thought you could probably even bring yourself to forgive Usopp.

You yawned and leaned against Zoro's shoulder as the last few people said their congratulations and farewells.

"You two can turn in for the night." Mihawk says, smiling softly. "While it has been a joyous day, it has been a long one, and you have to leave early tomorrow."

"Mm, right. We have to catch the flight to Jaya." You stretch, letting your back pop. "Thanks again for that, dad."

"I have but one opportunity to fulfill this role, so it has been my pleasure." He assures you, giving you both a rare hug. "Now, go rest. Young Mr. Sanji and Mr. Franky have offered to assist with cleaning up, along with some of the students, so you needn't worry."

Zoro bows toward his father and then lifts you up, appropriately, bridal carry style. You laugh as you held onto him and let yourself be carried out of the dojo. The cold air outside wasn't too frigid, and it was refreshing. The dojo had become very warm with nearly a hundred people in it, dancing and eating for the last few hours.

"I'm glad you didn't dislike the dress." You say as he carried you to the other side of the compound.

"... Should I have?"

"No, but it looks a bit like it's covered in marimos..."

There was a twitch in the fingers holding you. "Is that the only reason you picked it?"

You do your best to suppress a smile. "I mean, it fit really well without any tailoring, and it was lighter than most of the other ones."

"But?"

"... But I couldn't resist that it was covered in marimos. Though, I mean, technically, it's probably more of a nature/moss vibe and not-."

"Marimo are moss."

You can't help but laugh. "Do you dislike the dress?"

He kisses your forehead. "No. It seems I look good on you."

It takes a moment for you to process what he says, and your face flushes so fast your cheeks ache. You put your hands over your face as Zoro stops in the hall for a moment, grinning at his victory.

"Does my moss-loving-wife want a shower before bed?" He questions, the teasing tone of his voice making your ears turn red.

You nod. "Yes. Yes, she does."

Zoro carried you into the bathroom, and after he set you down, he put his hands on your shoulders, and leaned down to kiss you. The soft clink of his earrings made your whole body relax. He started to carefully pull all the bobby pins out of your hair, undoing the crown braid and removing the few flowers that had survived the last couple hours of dancing.

He stepped around behind you as he worked, and as your hair fell down around your shoulders, he would brush it aside. The warm soft motion sent small shivers down your spine, and once all the pins were removed, he kissed the back of your neck and shoulders softly, fingers beginning to undo the buttons that ran down the back of the dress. The gossamer-like fabric is slipped down your shoulders, kisses following along as it drops to the floor.

"I can't let you undress me entirely," you say, turning toward him as you step away from the dress.

"Oh?"

"We have to be up entirely too early, and," you put a hand up, creating space between the two of you as he had started to close the gap, "and I really am tired."

He takes your hands in his, kissing the tips of your fingers with a smile. "I will... restrain myself." He says. The word carries a lot of weight, as he moves into your space again. "I only mean to pamper you tonight; I promise you'll get to bed soon enough." He leans down and whispers in your ear before undoing your bra. "Once we get to Jaya, I won't hold back."

You let him pamper you and wondered absently how soundproof your room at Jaya would be.

And how little you may have the capacity to care when it came down to it.

[sanjisprincesswifey]

reminiscing ⋆ portgas d ace x reader

summary: everyone sees the world in black and white until you meet your soulmate

♡: gender-neutral reader. 2.7k words. content warnings: angst and marineford spoilers. sfw content.

“thank you,” you say, handing the news coo their tip. you begin shuffling through the paper before a page falls from your grasp. a hand reaches up to cover your agape mouth, the steady grip you previously had now shaking in disbelief.

“oh my god, luffy’s bounty hit 1.5 billion berries! can you believe it?” you shout, revealing luffy’s bright toothy grin front and center on the bounty poster; the large number of berries takes up most of the page.

a proud smile hangs on your lips; you remember when his bounty was only a mere 30 thousand berries. it seemed like such a long time ago. your eyes draw over to your boyfriend, reminiscing about all that time so long ago.

“seems like only yesterday when i met you. do you remember that? your bounty back then is half of luffy’s now!” you tease. you can feel ace smiling at you as you tilt your head back with a laugh.

it was sweet and short-lived, as you dig your nose back into the newspaper to read more about luffy. the sun shining above you was incomparable to how brightly you were beaming with pride.

.。･:*:･

“ugh luffy, you’re always getting lost…” you grumble to no one in particular, the dancer outfit sanji picked out for you laying loosely on your hips. you could always count on luffy to get lost right when the going merry was about to depart.

all these buildings began looking the exact same as you realized you had gotten lost, aimlessly searching around the city of alabasta for your captain, who wandered off once again.

sanji and nami, for some reason, entrusted you with this mission to find him even though you’re just one person, not only that but one who may have even worse directional skills than zoro.

it was getting late, and at this point, you’d rather face nami’s wrath than trudge another step in the hot sun. right as you’re about to turn on your heel to the going merry, a familiar laugh caught your attention causing you to heave a heavy sigh.

you allowed the sound to carry you as you headed in between alleys that echoed luffy’s laughter off the stone walls.

you were exhausted; from being unable to get any sleep these past couple of days and the blistering sun tiring you out from your scavenger hunt, you were surprised you could even take another step.

you rub your eyes, hoping to shake this feeling from your body, but when you open your eyes back up, a flash of blue startles you. it causes you the stop right in your tracks, watching the sky fade between a blue and gray hue. you blink harshly, unable to believe what you’re seeing. you look down at your hands, wiggling your fingers. the color of your skin was dull, the gray undertones of the world still present.

“what the fuck is going on?” you breathe out, those being the only words you can think to say.

despite your confusion, you continue to follow luffy’s laughter figuring finding him was more important than whatever was going on with you right now. the color of the world begins to illuminate your vision while your heartbeat thumping in your chest grows stronger.

you had heard of this happening before. although, you thought it was just a story, a folktale the people in your village liked to tell. the colors of the world would appear to you, in an almost frighteningly beautiful array, when you would finally meet your soulmate. but you were born colorblind; any hope that you would find yours was minuscule.

too caught up in your own thoughts, you completely miss luffy in a passing alleyway. he notices you before you can get too far, his arm stretching to grab you by your waist and pull you to him.

“y/n!” he laughs as your body collides right into someone, knocking you both off your feet. you groan, rubbing your head from where it bumped the other person’s. “oops, sorry,” he chuckles mischievously, helping you back up. you throw him a sarcastic smile in thanks, dusting yourself off.

“good thing i found you, you guys always get lost” he smiles innocently, placing his strawhat on your head hiding the annoyed expression that he constantly ingrained into your face. “anyway, this is my brother ace.”

you lift the brim of the hat, turning around and pausing when the boy who you landed on stares up at you from the floor. he gulps, scanning every feature of your face with wide brown eyes.

you now notice how the entire world is vivid with colors you couldn’t have even imagined. it almost burns your eyes, the contrast of the full rainbow of colors to the grayscale you’ve been burdened with your whole life. but if it burns, you enjoy every second. like a blanket has been lifted and you can finally see the world for what it is.

you offer your hand out for ace to grab onto. his eyes soften as he gives you a once over, the apples of his cheeks rising with a smile as he takes your hand.

his hair is dark, it contrasts with the bright orange hat he’s wearing. his tanned skin shimmers with a thin layer of sweat as he lifts himself to his feet, refusing to allow much space between the two of you.

“hi,” he finally says, his brown eyes flicking between yours not caring if he got lost in them. “i have a feeling you and i are going to get along well.”

.。･:*:･

the newspaper rustles in your hands as the breeze blows by you. you snap back into reality, closing the newspaper up and pouring more sake into both his and your cup.

“that seems like so long ago,” you hum with contentment, bringing the glass to your lips. it’s bitter at first, but it was always ace’s favorite, so you didn’t mind.

“i can’t believe that almost three years ago. three years since we fell in love,” you gush, holding onto the heart locket around your neck.

you hadn’t taken it off since the moment ace gifted it to you, refusing to let it leave your body until your very last breath. you blush at the memory, even after all this time the memory of ace confessing his love to you has butterflies swarming your belly.

.。･:*:･

your fingertips patter against the indexes of the books as you search for something new and exciting to divulge yourself in.

“need any help finding anything?” the bookshop owner questions, peeking his head around the corner of the shelf with a smile.

you shake your head, “just browsing for today sir, thank you.” the light call of the transponder snail draws you away from his friendly gaze to your bag. the snail, which resembles ace with his signature hat and a beaded necklace, answers with a ‘click.’

“yes ace?” you ask, continuing your skimming of the books. his breathing is heavy, and you can’t quite make out what’s going on, but it doesn’t sound good.

“y/n! where are you right now?” he demands. you can hear the playful undertones in his voice which was never a good sign.

you panic knowing he must’ve gotten in trouble somehow, “i’m in that bookstore i always go to, where are you? are you okay?”

“stay there! i’ll be there in a few minutes!” he yells, and before you have time to protest the snail hangs up leaving you helplessly confused.

ace reminded you of luffy in many ways, his selfish mannerisms always seemed to be one of them.

you do your best to remain calm, hoping your boyfriend hadn’t done anything too drastic. you were just gaining familiarity and sanctity in this small village, and you wouldn’t mind staying for a bit longer.

thudding footsteps approach the store, and you brace for impact, hiding behind the walls of shelves. ace throws the door open, slamming it shut behind him.

a body of people runs past; you can only see their shadows as they descend down the street.

“good afternoon ace,” the storekeeper greets before returning to assembling the window display for the day.

“sir,” ace tips his hat, “good afternoon to you too,” searching his backpack he pulls out a wrapped-up treat throwing it to him, just as he did every day.

your arms cross over your chest as you stand directly across the small store from him, a sly smile across his face as he notices you.

“don’t look at me like that,” you poke, “what did you do? who was chasing after you?” his hand reaches to scratch the back of his neck at your question, avoiding your cold stare.

“those marines that were chasing after you are gone ace,” the shopkeep smiles, searching down the street.

ace’s face dropped as you backhand his arm, “ace! i told you not to get in trouble!” your reprimand was not registered as he pulls out the money for your books and sets it down on the counter, exiting the store with you.

“see you tomorrow sir,” you depart with a smile, watching him wave you off as you let ace take you back home.

he’s unusually quiet and isn’t as snippy as he normally is, but you assume it’s because of his encounter with the marines or the halfhearted chide.

ace hums to himself, interlacing his fingers with yours as he unlocks the door to your temporary home, a hand on your waist as he hurries you inside.

while your back is turned to him, he takes the opportunity to marvel at your beauty. even when you’re chastising his reckless behavior, his heart continues to beat louder and louder within his chest.

“you have to watch out ace! you’re going to get…” when you turn back to scold him some more you pause, not being able to recognize the look his eyes carry. “what’s going on?” your question wavers off as you finally notice the box in his hand.

“can we talk about something y/n?” he asks; his voice is gentle. the sentence alone startles you; ace has never had such a serious yet warm expression on his face before. you nod and follow him to the living room where he kneels next to you as you settle into a chair.

you jump back, “wha— ace? what’re you—?”

his hand reaches for yours, restricting you from running away, not that you were going to. “wait, wait, wait! it’s not what you think! kind of…” he nervously chuckles, a sweat beading at his temples.

after turning away for a couple of seconds, he presents a gold heart-shaped locket that sparkles against the sunlight trickling into the room.

“it has my picture inside,” he starts, handing it to you and opening it up to reveal one of your favorite pictures you’ve ever taken of him placed into the small frame. “so no matter where you go, i’ll always be in your heart.”

you almost don’t register the words that leave his lips. not once had he been so articulate in communicating how he felt; communication was never his forte.

he smiles at the sparkle in your eye as you admire the gift, “i guess what i’m trying to say is, i—”

“i love you too ace,” you cut off, throwing yourself into his arms.

in a similar manner to when you first met, you collide with the floor, only this time you wasted no time placing kisses all over his freckled face.

.。･:*:･

a giggle slips between your lips; it was a cliche moment like the ones you read in the many romance novels you enjoyed, but you still remember every detail.

“that story is almost as good as the one when we decided to get married,” you comment.

.。･:*:･

“run faster! they’re right on our tail!” ace calls, his grip tightening on your wrist. as you turn your head to look over your shoulder, you see the pirate group and the marine fleet close behind you, all their angry expressions mirroring one another.

“i can only run so fast in these shoes!” you complain, feeling the blisters on your heels forming. without a word, ace sweeps you off your feet, carrying you bridal style in his arms. you can’t help but laugh at his act of affection, enjoying the clamoring of enemies behind you.

an empty alleyway assists the two of you in your escape; your breath catches in your throat, skipping a heartbeat or two or twenty.

“ace! you—" his hand flies to cover your mouth and in a split second a group of marines runs by the two of you without batting an eye.

“you need to be careful babe, they’ll catch us,” ace warns placing a peck on your forehead. your desire to reprimand him falters when his soft lips regain contact with your skin. it’s hypnotic and almost makes you forget the trouble he had dragged you both into.

your bodies are pressed closely against one another's and his bare chest heaves as he keeps a hand wrapped around your head to prevent you from hitting it against the stonewall behind you. ace’s eyes are focused on surveying the area, a preventative measure to assure that you were both safe from any more harm, but yours are fixated on him.

his dark hair frames his face despite the slightly greasy texture it had from the absence of a shower. the freckles on his cheeks are more pronounced due to the sunburnt redness that remained on his skin and the exhausted hue from the chase moments ago. his eyes, as dark as they were, sparkled with a golden sheer that you never failed to notice.

“ace,” you interrupt, his beautiful eyes focusing on you, “marry me.” his eyes immediately widen as big as they possibly could, unable to look anywhere but you.

“w—what?” he asks, breath now shaky from your statement. “did you..? did you just ask me to..?”

it’s difficult to stifle back laughter, but you nod your head regardless, “is that a yes?” before answering, he shuffles through the many pockets of his pants, until his face lights up for a second time and then he’s down on one knee offering you a golden band with a small diamond.

“it’s a yes, but only if you’ll marry me y/n,” he exclaims, barely able to contain his own excitement.

you’re both giggly messes, the joy and love bursting at both your seams as you whisper a “of course, i’ll marry you, ace.”

the ring slides on your finger with ease; his lips are buttery soft when they rush to meet yours. it’s a kiss that steals your breath away, the passion and love he feels for you are evident from every move which is why his and your question only had one right answer.

ace picks you up, spinning you around in his arms. it’s sure to draw everyone’s attention now, but neither of you cares as you hold each other so close and delicately. “i will be yours, forever” he smiles, his forehead pressed against yours.

.。･:*:･

a single tear rolls down your face and onto the grass beneath you as you fidget with the jewelry on your finger once again. a steady breeze races by as ace’s warmth envelopes you like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, bringing you comfort only he could ever provide.

your heavy eyelids flutter closed, leaning your head back and there’s a soft brush against your forehead. ace’s lips were always gentle when they pressed kisses to your forehead and this time was no different.

you can feel the heat of your lover’s gaze and when you look back up, ace’s deep brown eyes stare back at you, pupils dilating despite the bright sunlight.

your attention snaps when you can hear the grass crunching beneath someone’s shoe as they approach, “oh hey y/n! what’re you doing here?”

you recognize sabo’s voice almost immediately, a smile splitting your face as he walks up the hill towards you, a bag of his own in tow.

you glance back over to ace’s headstone, noticing ace’s glass of sake is now completely empty.

smiling, you shake your head, “just reminiscing. want to join?”

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! (✿◠‿◠)

[quinloki]

Some Direction

Fem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 25: Some Direction

"I still feel like I should apologize," you say, as Robin did your hair in a crown braid, weaving ribbon and flowers in it. Nami was in front of you applying your make-up.

"Stop feeling guilty," Nami assures you for the dozenth or so time. "You more than made up for it by getting us those train tickets. I still can't believe I got a text from you before I even got my book."

"Haa, yeah, that was indeed a day," you admit.

Sanji had received his Matchbook while working out the details of catering the wedding for you and Zoro and had been okay with letting to two of you see who it was. Your jaw had nearly dropped and even Zoro had made an uncontrolled surprised expression. You explained to Sanji that Nami was a coworker of yours, and that Zoro knew her because he'd been volunteering at the Library.

The young cook was obviously nervous, but you assured him that everything would be okay. You told him how both he and Nami had called Zoro "Marimo", without knowing the other did it, and hey – if they were already on a similar wavelength like that, then of course things would be fine.

And fine they had been. Nami and Sanji took to each other almost faster than you and Zoro had, and they hadn't had a series of unfortunate and terrifying events to draw them closer. To repay Nami for basically stealing her date from her for a large portion of the wedding event, you had pooled money and sent them on the train trip that Mihawk had gotten for you Zoro before.

"Honestly though, (Y/N), you've gone through enough the last six months. Even if I was bothered by it, and I'm not, I wouldn't hold it against you." Nami explains, tapping your nose and causing you to open your eyes. She held up a mirror so you could review her work.

The light green and blue eyeshadow played remarkable well with your eye color, and the hints of gold went with the accents in your hair. All of it came together with the admittedly risky choice, of the wedding gown you'd gone with. But once you'd seen a gown that basically screamed "Bride of Marimo" you had to pick it. The mossy pattern was sufficiently understated, and the dress was still mostly white, so you were bending tradition, versus breaking it. The green matched Zoro's hair well, and the soft golden threads woven through some of the patterns were almost impossible to see from a distance but added a real elegance up close.

The risk was going to be in how Zoro reacted once he finally saw it. Nami, Robin, Sanji and Law had seen it. Weeks ago, you had looked at dozens of dresses with Zoro, but a couple weeks after that you had gone on a second round – this time without Zoro. You had decided after looking at dresses with him the first time that you wanted to surprise him. You hadn't intended to surprise him quite this way, but it's how things had gone.

Nami and Robin had come to help you decide, and Law and Sanji had come to act as bodyguards of sorts. You and Zoro were both still uneasy if you were in public without him, so the guys acted on his behalf. Though Law and Sanji didn't seem to get along quite as good with each other as they did with Zoro, but there wasn't any uncomfortable bickering. Law just looked like he wanted to sew the cook's mouth shut on a couple of occasions, especially after Sanji learned the doctor didn't like bread.

Your appointment with Dr. Kureha on the 6th had gone well. Nothing abnormal, and no new instructions to follow. You were fit enough, by her words, to "cartwheel down the aisle" if you felt so inclined.

A slight damper on the occasion had been news on Usopp from Sanji. The cook had been visiting when it was allowed. Well, him and Franky – who you had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. Franky had been an experience, and if anyone had fit the descriptor of "punk", it had certainly been him. Once you got past his loud demeanor and bursting-with-energy style, you came to realize he was a good guy.

He even offered to let you take him on a tour of the grounds, if you didn't want to hear anything about Usopp, though you had declined.

Usopp's trial wasn't set to start for many months yet, as there was a lot of evidence and discovery to be done. He was in a high security asylum, and according to Sanji whatever they were doing for him in terms of therapy seemed to be working.

"The first time I visited him there was this look in his eyes that was unsettling, and something in his voice that just didn't seem like Usopp." Sanji had said. "But now he's starting to seem like his old self, though, well – I'm not excusing what he did, but I just mean he looks like he's properly carrying the burden of what he had done. His empathy's coming back. It might be too late to stop him from spending the rest of his life behind bars, but..."

"Yeah, I get it." Zoro had said as Sanji trailed off.

Afterward, Franky had taken up the job of helping Zoro and Mihawk set up the dojo for the reception and open up the front rooms to make space for the ceremony itself. With a few exceptions, most of the estate was functionally one giant room, so with the adjustment and removal of a few shoji and fusuma, the living room, family room, study, and office opened into a large enough area for guests to sit. With you and Zoro able to exchange vows surrounded by books on the Office end of the line.

Back to the matters at hand.

"Nami if you fuss with things anymore than this, I'll tear it all off and walk down the aisle in jeans." You grumble, as the girl sifted your veil for the hundredth time.

"Alright, alright. You look perfect, (Y/N). Robin already went to make sure the guests were seated, and that Zoro was standing at the alter waiting. Are you still sure about walking down the aisle alone?"

"Yes. I appreciate Mihawk and everything he's done in the few months, but I stood on my own two feet at sixteen, and I want to pay a final homage to that. I guess, I just want to say goodbye to being that alone properly and formally." You explain.

Nami gives you a warm smile. "Well, when you say it that way." She grins. "Oh, your family is going to double in a few months, I'm so excited for you!" She grabs your hands, careful not to ruin all her work by hugging you.

"Almost double," You corrected. "Mihawk would be sad if I didn't include him in the family count."

Nami tilted her head a bit and shrugged.

"Everything is set, (Y/N), are you ready?" Robin questions from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I am."

You stood outside the dinning room, waiting as Robin, arm-in-arm with Law, and Nami, arm-in-arm with Sanji, made their way down the aisle ahead of you. The two ladies would stand on your side, and Law and Sanji would stand with Zoro. It was a lot of juggling on Sanji's part, considering all he was doing, but he had insisted on making it work. In his own words there was no way he was going to miss the front-row opportunity to see Zoro's face as you walked down the aisle.

After a few minutes, the song you had been waiting for began to play, and you stepped into view, walking proudly down the rows of guests. You smiled at the younger dojo students who waved at you excitedly and kept your focus on your steps. Your veil wasn't thick, so you could see easily, and the calm stony expression of your love was nowhere to be seen.

Zoro's face was flushed red, his jaw slack. You almost didn't register the expression of sheer delight on Sanji's face beside him. The infamous scowl was gone, not even a trace of it remained. It almost looked exaggerated, subtle as it truly was, on the face of a man who barely showed anything in the first place. Not the barest hint of indignation or irritation at your choice of dress, and that was relief enough.

You stopped for just a second, at the end of aisle, and said your farewells to the days of your solitude, and the finished the last few steps to stand beside Zoro.

His hand reached out for yours, and you took it, the two of you turning toward the priest residing over the ceremony. He was a real bear of a man, and an old friend of Mihawk's. Bartholomew Kuma was a devout man, with an expectedly soft voice for someone so broad shouldered. His eyes and temperance were kind and gentle, and as soft as his voice was, it carried easily over those gathered.

Though, admittedly, you barely heard a word. The warmth of Zoro's hand, the expression on his face, the steady cadence of the practiced words of an adept officiator, all seemed to mix within you. You were happy and content, no longer afraid or on edge, and there were no shadows at the corners of your world.

Near the end, you exchanged vows.

You spoke words you had written, re-written, and practiced until you didn't need to think about them. You wanted to convey your heart in the truest manner possible. You spoke of your initial apprehension, of your fears and of feeling cursed. You spoke of how Zoro was like a sun, burning away all that darkness and bringing light into your world. Finding you, over and over, no matter the distance, and no matter the risk.

"No matter what the future brings us, I know it will be okay." You reach out, fingers causing the three golden earrings to clink together. "Because you will always find me."

Zoro smiles peacefully at your words, and the tinge of red in his ears spoke volumes. He held your hand, fingers running over yours and swallowed hard before he spoke.

"For a long time, I thought I knew the path my life would take. A straight and steady road that was so easy to follow that I think I really stopped paying attention to the direction of anything, or anyone else." He looks up from your hands, and some part of you falls in love all over again. The soft, warm expression that only you get to see. "But these wandering feet of mine, led me to you. Again, and again. Whether I willed it or not." His finger slides over the ring on your finger, tracing idly over the star pattern.

"You've brought some direction to my life, that I didn't even know I was missing, and I will follow your lead, wherever you go."

Kuma gave you both a moment, and then continued. "By the power vested in me, and with the authority of the World Government, I do hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride, young man."

You could feel your cheeks going red as Zoro lifted the veil, his hand resting under your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

"Any requests?" He asks quietly.

You shake your head just a little and smile. "Love me," you say softly as warm lips brush against your own in a proper and almost chaste kiss.

"Kiss her like you mean it, Marimo!" Sanji and Nami said in unison.

Laughter rippled through the guests as Zoro's arms wrapped around you, dipping you with a little flair and deepening the kiss. You were safe and steady in his arms, so your squeak of surprise was, at least, not so loud as to be heard over the roar of cheers that followed.

You hide behind your bouquet as you are set back upright, Zoro's fingers twined in your own as you headed back down to aisle together to a chorus of cheers, clapping, wolf-whistles and well-wishes.

. . . . . .

The reception went well. Sanji's food was a hit with everyone, and the music provided by DJ "Captain" Kid was just as good as one of the dojo students had promised you it would be. While the fiery red-head was certainly good at what he did, you got the distinct impression that wedding receptions were what he did to fund the events he preferred. Probably something with a mosh pit and a questionable liquor license.

You ate, you danced, you blushed terribly as Zoro took his sweet time removing the wedding garter from your leg before tossing it into a crowd. A tradition that struck you as a little odd, but despite the prolonged time he took, Zoro was a gentleman about it. It wasn't like he ducked under your skirts and took it off with his mouth or anything. Afterward you tossed your bouquet into a crowd of people who hadn't received their Matchbooks yet, and there were a few people who stood and gave speeches.

It was, in its own way, very typical and ordinary. Even so, because it was your day, and you were with him, it was also very extraordinary. Beautiful in its tradition, peaceful in its normalcy. No surprises, no drama, no drunken brawls, or unexpected events. For everything you'd gone through in the last few months it was relaxing and reassuring.

Everything could go on being predictable and normal for the rest of your life as far as you were concerned. No more curses, no more scars, no more stalkers or worrying about surveillance in your home. As the guests left and the night died down, you thought you could probably even bring yourself to forgive Usopp.

You yawned and leaned against Zoro's shoulder as the last few people said their congratulations and farewells.

"You two can turn in for the night." Mihawk says, smiling softly. "While it has been a joyous day, it has been a long one, and you have to leave early tomorrow."

"Mm, right. We have to catch the flight to Jaya." You stretch, letting your back pop. "Thanks again for that, dad."

"I have but one opportunity to fulfill this role, so it has been my pleasure." He assures you, giving you both a rare hug. "Now, go rest. Young Mr. Sanji and Mr. Franky have offered to assist with cleaning up, along with some of the students, so you needn't worry."

Zoro bows toward his father and then lifts you up, appropriately, bridal carry style. You laugh as you held onto him and let yourself be carried out of the dojo. The cold air outside wasn't too frigid, and it was refreshing. The dojo had become very warm with nearly a hundred people in it, dancing and eating for the last few hours.

"I'm glad you didn't dislike the dress." You say as he carried you to the other side of the compound.

"... Should I have?"

"No, but it looks a bit like it's covered in marimos..."

There was a twitch in the fingers holding you. "Is that the only reason you picked it?"

You do your best to suppress a smile. "I mean, it fit really well without any tailoring, and it was lighter than most of the other ones."

"But?"

"... But I couldn't resist that it was covered in marimos. Though, I mean, technically, it's probably more of a nature/moss vibe and not-."

"Marimo are moss."

You can't help but laugh. "Do you dislike the dress?"

He kisses your forehead. "No. It seems I look good on you."

It takes a moment for you to process what he says, and your face flushes so fast your cheeks ache. You put your hands over your face as Zoro stops in the hall for a moment, grinning at his victory.

"Does my moss-loving-wife want a shower before bed?" He questions, the teasing tone of his voice making your ears turn red.

You nod. "Yes. Yes, she does."

Zoro carried you into the bathroom, and after he set you down, he put his hands on your shoulders, and leaned down to kiss you. The soft clink of his earrings made your whole body relax. He started to carefully pull all the bobby pins out of your hair, undoing the crown braid and removing the few flowers that had survived the last couple hours of dancing.

He stepped around behind you as he worked, and as your hair fell down around your shoulders, he would brush it aside. The warm soft motion sent small shivers down your spine, and once all the pins were removed, he kissed the back of your neck and shoulders softly, fingers beginning to undo the buttons that ran down the back of the dress. The gossamer-like fabric is slipped down your shoulders, kisses following along as it drops to the floor.

"I can't let you undress me entirely," you say, turning toward him as you step away from the dress.

"Oh?"

"We have to be up entirely too early, and," you put a hand up, creating space between the two of you as he had started to close the gap, "and I really am tired."

He takes your hands in his, kissing the tips of your fingers with a smile. "I will... restrain myself." He says. The word carries a lot of weight, as he moves into your space again. "I only mean to pamper you tonight; I promise you'll get to bed soon enough." He leans down and whispers in your ear before undoing your bra. "Once we get to Jaya, I won't hold back."

You let him pamper you and wondered absently how soundproof your room at Jaya would be.

And how little you may have the capacity to care when it came down to it.

[sashi-ya]

Hiya ! If requests are still open for this week could I ask for Marco with a tiny fem!s/o with a size kink ??? Thank you so much and hope you’re having a great day 💕💕💕

Hi darling!! Of course! I hope you like it ♥ Thank u for your request and all of the support! Have a great weekend ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Marco x F! Tiny! Reader ~ You Are So Tight For Me ~

TW: NSFW. Size kink. Best friends to lovers. Sex at a party. Unprotected sex. Kind of rough sex.

WC: 1.7K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

Marco and you have always been good friends, really good friends. You love him as much as he loves you, yet, you too never ever had any romantic or sexual interaction before. You are so close, people usually think you two are a couple, yet you aren’t. Still…

You > Oiiii pineapple birb, are you up for tonight’s party at Izo’s? Pineapple Birb > Oi Tontatta, yeah. Be ready at 8.

“Tontatta? What does he mean with “Tontatta”??... OH…” you say while throwing the phone to the bed and realizing he was mocking you by your short height. “You fucking giant pineapple…” you grunt as you enter the shower.

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The sound of Marco’s pick up horn announces he is already waiting for you outside. You take your bag and keys and head out.

“G’Night” you say, struggling to enter the vehicle. “Why the hell did he buy such a big car?” you think while stretching your arm to close the door. Of course, you fail in the first attempt so the doctor bends over you and closes the door. Marco is not huge but compared to you it’s pretty big. He pats your lap, strongly, laughing. “Why the hell are you so tiny?” he says. And you can’t help but squirm a little on the seat thinking about his huge hand over your thigh in a friendly way that you wish was with other intentions.

Rolling your eyes you tell him to stop making fun of you and start driving. “Fineee” he says and hits the gas. Music blasting suddenly makes you forget about the touch of his hand over your thigh and you two sing -shout- “Good 4 U” by Olivia Rodrigo.

Marco parks over Izo’s house. He descends the pick-up and helps you. “Jump to pappa” he says, laughing. You frown and burn holes into his eyes. “Shut up” you say as he snatches you from under your shoulders and puts you down on the street. You are surprised, he has never helped you like this. Still, you act annoyed, “Who does he think he is to treat me like this?” you think.

Walking towards the door, you can see from the window the shadow of a boy wearing a straw hat running around. “Luffy” Marco and you say, laughing.

The night goes by with alcohol and food, so much food. Sanji cooked the equivalent of three full restaurants just for you -specially Luffy-. Everybody is a little tipsy, and so do you. Kiku, Izo’s sister, comes up with the idea of watching a horror movie. Everybody, except Chopper and Usopp agreed. Law and Robin decided the title, and oh boy, that was gore…

The boys set up the projector, and everybody takes his place. Sanji and Zoro begin fighting because apparently, they were “too close to each other” on the couch. Everybody look at them thinking the same, “why the fuck do you sit together if you don’t want to be close?” but then all of you remember they haven’t still figured out how much they love each other. So, for the sake of the group’s peace, Marco suggests that you could sit over his lap, and so they will have more room.

You agree instantly and sit over Marco’s legs. Your back laying over his chest. You are so used to him that this doesn’t represent a problem for you. But then, Marco snakes his arms around your waist and presses you tight against his lap. “What is this boy playing tonight?” you think.

Somehow, the idea of feeling so tiny, so squeezed against his body is making your core feel a little… fancy.

The movie starts, and so far, you haven’t gotten scared until the murderer appears out of nowhere and stabs the victim from his back. You jump over Marco’s lap, so suddenly that he also gets scared. “Shh” he whispers in your ear. A shiver runs through your spine, as you feel Marco’s warm breath on your neck. “Sorry…” you excuse yourself. “It’s ok” he says, and rests his chin over your shoulder, squeezing your waist even tighter. You gasp and fidget your ass over his groin. “Fuck it, he wants me” you think. And indeed, you feel how a hard -huge- bulge grows under your bottom… All of a sudden, a different movie plays on your head, the idea of him fucking you with his huge member makes you wet, so wet.

You start to act scared with every little scene, and with that, a little hump over him that makes his member grow harder and harder. No one will notice, everything is dark, they are all into the movie. And with the last little jump, Marco has had enough “Stop doing that or I’ll have to fuck you right here in front of our friends” he whispers. You swallow, you wanted to turn him on, but you’ve never expected he would be so straightforward to you.

You slowly turn around your face, his nose touching your cheek. “Then fuck me if you dare” you tell him. A sexy side smirk draws on his lips, and his hands pressed your lower belly so your sex could feel perfectly how hard he is. You realize you are probably gonna have a big time when taking him all inside, and that fans the fire inside you. “I’m gonna go to the restroom” you tell him, with an inviting grin. He lets go of you, and you walk upstairs.

A few minutes later, the bathroom opens and Marco looks at you up and down, scanning you with lustful eyes. You sexily take your jacket off and let it fall to the ground. He closes the door behind him and walks steadily towards you.

His right hand squeezes your throat. His left leg in between your legs, lifting you up as your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom. “Come on, hump over my leg now” Marco says. You try to gasp for air and do as he tells you to. You rub your sex against his thigh, your legs hang at each side. He is so big compared to you…

He then grabs you by your waist and sits you over the bathroom counter. You spread your legs, so he can come closer. His mouth invades yours, lustfully, feral. This felt way better than the times you’ve dreamt of it.

When he is satisfied with the taste of your mouth, he lifts you up. You cross your legs around his waist and Marco carries you to the next room. Who knows whose room it is? but you don’t care… He throws you to bed, you lay on your back while he unbuttons his white shirt. You enjoy the show of the big man in front of you, your body begs to be destroyed, to be fucked.

“Marco…” you mumble. “Hm?” he asks. “Fuck me, rough” you tell him. “You sure? I’m afraid I’ll destroy your insides” he says while leaning over you, already taking off your pants. “That’s exactly what I want” you say and bite your lip. “You little whore” he says laughing and pounces into you.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails on his back. His huge hands take off your shirt, exposing your perfect body to him. “God, why are you so tiny? I’m gonna rip you” he says, with one of your nipples on his mouth. You moan as his tongue wets your breasts.

He then traces a path of wet smooches from your tits towards your sex. He licks and kisses your hot skin, and you squirm. Yet, you are anxious to see his member, you’ve been wanting to see that huge dick in front and inside you for so long…

A finger enters your sex. “Oh, even my finger feels tight inside you… I wonder how I am gonna fuck your little cunt?” he asks, and that turns you so fucking much, he has no idea. Then, the second finger in. Slowly, but surely you dilate enough -or so that’s what you thought- to receive his shaft.

“I think I can manage to fuck you like this” Marco says while lowers the zipper of his jeans. You swallow, you want it inside now. He finally flashes his eight inches dick to you. You widen your eyes and he notices it. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Fucking destroy me, Marco” you tell him, delighted by the huge member in front of your eyes.

“Sure, my dear” he says, and aligns the tip of his dick with your entrance. You are so wet that it slides perfectly and even if Marco tries to hold back not to hurt you, he can’t take it any longer. Soon, he is balls deep inside you. You whine, loud enough for the whole house to hear you. “Shhh, little whore” he shushes you and covers your mouth with his hand.

You feel your walls stretch, they burn, but you love it. A bulge forms in your lower stomach whenever he is deep inside you, you watch it and the image makes both of you extremely aroused. He is indeed destroying your tiny body, and you are enjoying every single moment of it.

And after intense thrusts, your insides clenches around him as you are ready to fall into an intense orgasm. “Mhh babe… you are so tight. Even after fucking you so much” Marco whines. You moan as the last deep plunges send you to climax heaven. You squirt on the base of his dick, so hard, relieving the pressure, biting Marco’s shoulder.

He does the same a few seconds after, and he does not back off until your insides get filled fully with his warm seed…

“So, are we dating now?” he finally speaks, while resting after an amazing fuck. “Well, yeah, finally” you tell him and laugh soundly. Everybody knew that, except you two…

“We should come back, don’t you think?” you say. “I hope they didn’t hear us…” Marco tells you kissing your forehead… ♥ ~

[holykillercake]

Love Ordeal

SANJI X f!READER

word count: 2k

summary: The Strawhts decide to play Secret Davy Treasure and Sanji doens´t stop asking whom you got. 

highlight:  ¨Sanji,¨ you sighed ¨I love you, but if you don´t stop, I will be forced to throw your cigarettes in the ocean and straighten your eyebrows.¨

warning: F.L.U.F.F.

notes: Guys! This a part 2/3 of a request for a fluff where they have a s/o that made them a thing with crochet and how they would react. Also, Secret Davy Treasure is like Secret Santa, but you know. ALSO, there is a surprise at the end! 

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Just pick one, Luffy!¨

¨But which one?¨

¨It doesn´t matter!¨

¨Hmm, can I pick two?¨

¨NO!¨

Earlier that day, an old lady told Nami that whichever path Luffy chose would always lead to another Winter Island. So with the end of the year approaching and the cold weather, you decided to play Secret Davy Treasure, a great South Blue tradition.

It consisted of the participants writing their names on a piece of paper, mixing them in a bowl - or Luffy's hat - and drawing them.  Whoever’s name you picked is who you will buy or make a Secret Davy Treasure.

You should have guessed that even something that sounded so simple would be complicated in the Thousand Sunny. The crew didn´t seem to understand nor follow the rules of physics, reality, and the game. 

At first, Zoro folded his paper with his name on the outside; then Brook picked himself and didn´t tell anyone. Now you were struggling with Luffy, who couldn´t pick one because A) he wanted to know what was written inside, and B) he wanted to pick more than one. 

While Franky, Usopp, and Chopper yelled at him, trying to make him understand, Brook laughed at the whole situation, and the rest of you wished to die and get reborn as clams. 

Sanji adjusted the blanket around your bodies and hugged you tighter, chatting until the commotion was over.  

¨Will you tell me?¨ he blew some smoke, and you tilted your head to look at him. 

¨Tell what?¨

¨Who you got.¨

¨What? Of course no!¨ you laughed ¨This is not how you play it!¨

¨But we are a couple, Y/N-chan!¨

¨.., and?¨ you sang the word.

¨We shouldn't keep secrets from each other!¨

A cloud of white smoke came out of your mouth when you giggled before snuggling deeper in his arms. 

¨Okaay,¨ Usopp crawled closer to you, defeated and holding Luffy´s hat ¨he will be the last one.¨

Despite your captain yelling that he should be the first to pick, you were all getting tired and opted to ignore him. 

¨Thanks!¨ you used the blanket to cover yourself as you unfolded it.

A chuckle left your mouth when you saw the name written, and the blonde behind you tried to peek over your shoulder. But you were faster to put the piece of paper with the name of your boyfriend inside your bra.

You turned and gave him a peck on the cheek while he pouted. 

You would have one week to come up with a Davy Treasure for Sanji, and you knew exactly what to do, but some butterflies still flew in your belly, wondering if he would like it. 

As a matter of fact, he loved everything you did, from sweet love to extremely salty culinary disasters. He would find perfection in every little thing done by you.

Enjoying your last days on the island of Snow Globe Pole - yeah, almost as bad as ¨Long Ring Long Land¨ - you decided to tour the city, looking for what you needed to make your gift. Or rather, to crochet your gift.

That was the easy part, for you were on a winter island, yarn and wool were pretty abundant. Every style possible of every possible color, anything that crossed your mind was available in the store. It would have been distracting if you didn´t have the colors already chosen. 

But again, so much for an innocent game. So much for a bit of fun. So naive to believe that Sanji would stop asking you whom you picked. 

In his defense, he had gotten calmer during the first night. But after seeing the bag you brought from the store, he became even more annoying. 

Charming, loving, but still annoying. 

¨It´s not Franky, right? His hands wouldn´t fit in it.¨

¨His regular-sized-robotic-mannequin hands would.¨ you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

You could almost see the gasp stuck in his throat and his heart skipping a beat. 

After that, he kept bringing you desserts, offering massages, and doing everything in his power to bribe you. Skypiea Sanji was not the real Love Ordeal. Secret Davy Treasure Sanji was the real Love Ordeal. 

¨Sanji,¨ you sighed ¨I love you, but if you don´t stop, I will be forced to throw your cigarettes in the ocean and straighten your eyebrows.¨

He grumbled ¨I love you¨ back among some other things and marched to the kitchen with flames on the top of his head. You chuckled and went back to your colorful wools. 

Before you chose his gift, you thought about Sanji and the things that he liked or needed. From cooking to smoking and women. 

Cooking for him would be outrageous. You wanted to give him something amazing, and you couldn't compare to him in the kitchen. At all.

Women. You were the only woman he wanted and needed, and honestly, you were the woman for the job. 

Now, smoking. You would not buy or make him cigarettes, obviously. But he had this adorable and clumsy thing of always burning the tips of his mittens whenever he lit a cigarette. 

Because of that, you decided to crochet him one of those fingerless gloves that come with a mitten flap so he could cover his fingers once he was done. Like that, he would be warm and natural disaster-free. 

¨There is orange, Y/N-chan! You got Nami, right?!¨ you jumped and almost stabbed yourself with the hook when he yelled in your ear.

¨Oh, my sweet Davy Jones, give me strength...¨ you whispered ¨There is also purple, Sanji-kun. It could be Brook or Robin.¨ 

He pondered over it a little, frowned, and made his way to the door.

¨Hey!¨ he turned with sad puppy eyes ¨Is this really important to you? To know who I got?¨ he nodded. 

You gestured with your head, telling him to come closer. A big and bright smile appeared on his face, and your heart beat stronger. That smile, you would punch the Red Line broken to create another All Blue for that smile. 

Oh, how you love this cook. 

¨Ok! Just because I am asking I´ll tell you first, ok?¨ he spoke with a lower voice but still sparkly. You smiled and nodded. ¨I got Chopper! And I bought him a new backpack with a lot of compartments for his medical stuff.¨

The way he paid attention to the tiny details made you melt. He was always taking care of others, complimenting the crew - except Zoro - and celebrating even the smallest of the successes. 

He showed you the blue backpack, very similar to Chopper´s current one, but a lot stronger, prettier, and more practical. He would love it, no doubts. 

¨Well,¨ you began ¨I got... Usopp.¨ 

You felt terrible about telling him a lie, but you couldn´t spoil your surprise.

 ¨Since we´re going to winter islands, I don´t want his finger to get tangled when, Uhm... he´s picking his Ketchup Stars, Green Stars, or Let´s-scare-creepy-girls-to-death Stars. I really hope he likes it.¨

If you were not paying enough attention, you would have missed Sanji´s disappointed look, which he quickly hid with a kind smile. 

¨You always think about everything, Y/N-chan. He will love it.¨ he kissed your forehead and went back to the kitchen. 

You waited until he closed the door to cringe ¨You are going to hell, Y/N.¨ 

Finally, the Secret Davy Treasure day arrived. You would exchange gifts and then have a nice dinner if Luffy didn´t make a party out of it. He definitely would. 

But you were also grateful that today was the day. Since you told Sanji that you had picked Usopp, he has been acting a little upset. The other guys didn´t notice, but you did. 

You would always notice. And you had an idea why. 

The gift exchanging rules were pretty simple.  The Secret Davy had to offer information about the person receiving the treasure, and the others had to guess. 

It started with Usopp, whose Secret Davy was Franky. He gave him a bunch of super tools and some colored light bulbs for the ¨Party Nipple¨ idea.

Franky´s Secret Davy was Robin. He gave her a journal with waterproof pages he created. 

Robin´s Secret Davy was you, and she presented you with a beautiful copy of a fictional adventure book since you were always reading them on the ship.

Then it was your turn. You held the gift wrapped in a shiny blue paper and began to describe your Secret Davy. 

¨My Secret Davy is... slightly annoying sometimes.¨

¨It´s the stupid-eyebrow.¨ Zoro said.

¨Shut up, marimo head!¨

You continued after Nami punched them. ¨My Secret Davy always takes care of us.¨ 

¨It´s Chopper!¨ you shook your head.

¨Hmm... my Secret Davy is an exceptional fighter! Really strong!¨ 

¨It´s me!¨ 

¨No, Zoro! It´s me! I will become the Pirate King!¨ 

¨Shut up, you two!¨

¨My Secret Davy is...¨ you looked at Sanji and smiled ¨... loving and caring.¨ 

He looked back at you, confused.  Why would you say those about Usopp? Not that he wasn´t loving and caring, but... still. 

¨My Secret Davy is... the man of my dreams, the prince of my fairy tale, and the love of my life.¨

A minute or two passed while everyone waited for Sanji to say something, but he remained frozen with a perplexed expression. 

¨Sanji-san, I think the treasure is yours.¨ Brook said calmy. 

The cook made his way to you slowly, taking the gift from your hands and opening it gently, without tearing the wrapping.  

Did he get upset because of your lie? 

¨Sanji...¨ you called him, but he kept staring at the gloves. 

You saw his eyes fill with water before he excused himself and exited the deck, leaving everyone staring at you. 

¨I don´t... I´m gonna...¨ you pointed and left too. 

When you entered your room, he was standing, back turned to you. Was he really crying, or you saw things?

¨Sanji-kun?¨

¨You remembered...¨ he turned around, still holding the mittens ¨These colors...¨ 

¨Yeah, they don´t really match, but...¨

¨I wanted it so much, Y/N. When I saw it, I wanted it so much.¨

He rushed in your direction and hugged you tight. He hugged you and you felt all his emotions, you felt the weight he carried in his heart. Not a bad weight, just the weight of missing someone you love. 

You knew that that was the reason he was pestering you so much, the colors. You had chosen the colors that Zeff, Sanji´s mentor, wore. 

The fingers were orange and purple, like his striped shirt. You added yellow details of his hair; the blue of his ascot, and the white of his apron. 

As you said, they didn´t match, but apparently, Sanji didn´t care.

He would always share stories about their lives and cook recipes that Zeff taught him. Despite him always calling him old man or damn geezer, the Red Leg was his father.

¨Thank you, Y/N-chan. I loved it.¨

The sound of him sniffing made you hold him stronger. 

¨I miss that damn geezer.¨ 

¨I´m sure he misses you too, Little Eggplant.¨ 

¨Oi!¨

You squeaked and laughed when he threw on the bed.

¨I´ll show you Little Eggplant!¨

Hey, Guys! SURPRISE! Here´s my first decent art? hahaha THE MITTENS!

I don´t know if the quality dropped. I´m using krita and still don´t know how to adjust the settings stuff when I´m saving a jpeg. Anyway, I hope you liked it!

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The lost Princess of the ocean book two part one.

Masterlist

A continuation of book one. A Zoro X reader story.

You have been kidnapped by the White Shadow Assassins - the men who tortured you as a child. Zoro, Luffy and the crew of the Going Merry will stop at nothing to bring you back.

“All hands on deck for the cast off ceremony!” Luffy calls out excitedly and runs down to meet Sanji at the barrel. Slowly you all walk up and stand around it.

Sanji starts first lifting his foot up onto the barrel, his hands still firmly in his pockets.

“I'm gonna find the All Blue.”

“I'm gonna be King of the Pirates.” Luffy takes his turn.

“I'm gonna be the world's greatest swordsman.” Zoro announced.

“I'm gonna draw a map of the world.” Nami smiles.

“I.. am gonna become a brave warrior of the sea!” Usopp decides.

You take a breath and lift your foot.

“Until I find my dream, I'll make sure yours all come true.” they all smile at you.

“This is it, crew. The Grand Line. Nothing's gonna stand in our way! Yeah! Whoo!” Luffy screams out and you all laugh happily.

****👒⚔️🗺️🔪👑🎪*****

Heat, heat and pain is all you could focus on. Your mind could not grasp anything else happening around you. Your eyes had blurred hours ago. Sweat that ran down your face mixing with the fresh blood.

A hand grasped your chin lifting your face upward and you felt a face close to yours.

“Did you really think you would get away? That we wouldn't find you? Task tsk tsk, there is nowhere for you to hide, little princess.” The voice growled into your ear. “Perhaps this brand will keep you from attempting this again. A little reminder of who you belong to.”

“Dalton, I'm sorry.” You whisper the words, unable to muster your voice.

“Oh, they gave you your voice back I see. Well we can soon cut that out once more. Princesses can't talk without a tongue.” He laughs.

“No, no, keep the tongue, I always liked the tongue” another male voice called from somewhere behind you. Dalton laughed along with several other people.

“Don't be fooled, little princess, your new friends will never find you, and then they will forget all about you.” His words cut as deep as any blade could have. You knew he was right. Even if they did look for you, no one has ever found the assassins. Taking in short breaths you try to ignore the pain radiating from your forearm.

“Has he spoken yet? Come out of his room anything?” Usopp asked Nami, she shook her head.

“He just sits in her cabin.” She replied.

Sanji slid into a chair, “I tried making him chocolate rice balls, he looked at me but he didn't eat them.”

“It's been almost a week, we have no trail and no way of finding y/n.” Nami dropped her head onto her arms, resting on the table.

“How do we even start looking for her?” Usopp asked the room.

“I have an idea!” Luffy came bounding into the room. “We have to go to the Scented Lagoon.” he announced it like it was the obvious solution. The others looked at him with wide eyes.

“Are you insane? We wouldn't even get past the sea lock!” Sanji grabbed his favourite knife and started cutting up fish.

“What are you doing?” Nami asked him.

“I cook when I'm angry.” He grunted.

“Hang on, what's Scented Lagoon?” Usopp flicked his eyes between the three of them.

“It's a really dangerous place. Where devils roam the streets.” Sanji spat out, waving his knife around.

“That's superstition,” Nami corrects him, “but it is a mermaid home. Like hundreds of them all waiting for fresh blood to wander in and be eaten for dinner.” She scowled at Luffy as she spoke.

“Listen, I think I might be able to get us in there. Shanks told me once that mermaids love trinkets and jewels.”

“Okay. We don't have any of those.” Usopp says.

“We do, well Y/n does. She showed me, in the things Kaya gave her there were necklaces and rings and tiaras.” Luffy explained.

Usopp threw his hands up, shaking them. “Hold up, we aren't just going to throw away Maya's things.”

“No, Usopp, if he's right, Kaya wouldn't mind. You know her, she would want us to save y/n.” Nami put her hand on Usopp's in an attempt to reassure him. Usopp let out a sigh and nodded in agreement.

“How do we get there?” He asks.

Everyone looks at Nami and she rolls her eyes. They all follow her to the map room.

“Okay, we are here, the Lagoon is here, it's a four day trip but this ship is fast, if the weather is on our side we might make good time.” She explained it to them.

“Excellent I knew I could trust you guys. Good plan crew!” Luffy clapped Usopp and Sanji on their shoulders.

“Hey, Luffy, do you think you could talk to Zoro” Nami asked.

“Why? Is he sick? Does his wound hurt?” Luffy narrowed his eyes on her.

“No, Luffy, he isn't sleeping, talking, eating!” She explained. Luffy's eyes almost dropped from his eyes.

“He isn't eating?! Well that's no good for anyone.” The captain pushed his straw hat tighter on his head and marched down to your cabin where Zoro was sitting in the corner. His sword rested over his knees and ran a rag over the blade.

“Hi Zoro. I brought you some food. Nami said you aren't eating and that's no good. You need to eat.” He said, plonking a plate of rice balls beside his friend.

“I cannot, I must repent.” Zoro spoke in a low voice.

“For what?”

“I let this happen, I told y/n I would protect her and then I just let her be taken.”

“I've heard about mermaids before, I don't think even if all of us had been there that we could have stopped her.” Luffy admitted.

Zoro looked at him, his eyes held none of the mischief they once had.

“I guess I don't understand why you're so upset. We'll find her, you know? We have a plan!"

[readerinsertz]

Fourth Sword P2 | Zoro X Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI!!

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: , 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, nipple play, hickeys and love marks, minor muscle kink, grinding, female on top, scratching, oral (male receiving) fingering, fingers in vagina, 1 mention of face sitting, cum eating (is that a warning?), implied shower sex

A/N: Part one

"I'm going to show (Name) my fourth sword." The sentence filled you with hope and dread at the same time. The way he smirked at you made you believe he had understood the implicit meaning of your words. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and your palms begin to sweat as he lead you to his bedroom, anticipation almost killing you. He seemed like the guy who either had a lot of experience but you also knew he was a dork and this may be his first time.

Zoro pushed open the door to his room in the Thousand Sunny and you let your eyes roam over the space quickly. It was sparse, on one side were a few training weights, a stand to put katanas in and a black box near it which you assumed had a blade care kit in it. The room was definitely Zoro's, it was just like him. Before you could even see the other side, Zoro tugged you from where your hands were connected, keeping his arm straight and twirled you so you were in front of him. He pushed you lightly and you stumbled back, knees hitting the edge of his bed. Your balance tipped and you fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly. You noticed, with a blush, that Zoro's eyes landed on your chest as the action caused your chest to jiggle.

He knelt on the bed and then fell forward. For a second you thought he was about to land on you and your arms shot out, but his hands caught him, sinking into the mattress on either side of you. The movement made the bed bounce and your chest jiggled again, Zoro's eyes never leaving them. Knowing he had done that to see your breasts move made you blush more. Zoro shifted, putting more weight on his left hand to support his weight whilst his right hand began to explore your body. It trailed over your clothed stomach, pulling your top up slowly. You laughed at the tickling sensation.

Once he reached the start of your bra, he stopped pulling your top up, letting it rest there as he traced his fingers along the smooth skin of your stomach, as if testing the waters. Your right hand reached up and tangled itself in his white top and pulled him down so you could kiss him. His chapped lips grazed yours. You pulled back for a breath then pressed forwards again. Feeling a little brave, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and playfully tagged his, your tongue sliding back into your mouth and Zoro's following it. Your other hand came up to cup the side of his face, the green strands of his hair brushing against your fingertips. Your nails dug into his skin slightly, a reflex from receiving a kiss like this, a groan leaving Zoro's mouth.

Your lungs began to burn, a sure sign that you had to stop kissing. You pulled back and exhaled the breath you had been holding, Zoro darting forward to press another kiss to your lips. His hands trailed up your sides, dragging your top further up. Your hands locked behind his neck as you pulled him down for another kiss, your lips quickly parting to dance with his tongue. Zoro's big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them through the material of your clothes. He soon got bored of feeling them through your clothing and stripped you of your top and your bra. The cold air made your nipples begin to perk, Zoro's hands warming the chilled skin.

He descended to kiss you again. The sound of kissing and moaning filled the room, every so often he would squeeze the flesh in his hands, his fingers tracing your nipples and pinching them. Your hips bucked into his every time he did it, rubbing your dripping cunt against the noticeable tent in his trousers, making you both groan in pleasure. Zoro trailed his lips from your lips, kissing your skin as he went down to your neck. He nipped the skin gently, soothing it with tongue immediately afterwards. If you weren't so distracted you would wonder how he got so talented with that mouth. Your fingers curled into his green hair, nails scratching his scalp in encouragement. Zoro sucked your skin, a mark quickly forming. The swordsman placed a few more hickeys on your neck of varying sizes. Satisfied with the marks, he moved down, placing a love bite on your collar bone.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples and you arched into him again, clutching his head to your chest. Zoro grazed his teeth against your bud and you whined, tossing your head back in pleasure. You could feel his smirk on your flesh but you were too busy rubbing yourself shamelessly on him to care. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles crisscrossing and resting on his back. A light bite above your nipple had your legs tightening. Zoro kissed his way to your other breast placing little bites as he made his way to your nipple. You keened as he sucked your nipple into your mouth, sucking it then soothing it. He placed another love bite on the other side of your boob and you moaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving to you.

Zoro pulled back and you whined at the loss of contact until Zoro grabbed his top and in one motion shed his shirt, throwing it to the side. You took in his abs, unconsciously licking your lips and reached out with a hand beginning to trace his abs, feeling the muscle twitch underneath his skin at your feather-light caress. You pushed Zoro back so he was laying on the bed and straddled his hips. You smirked down at him, grinding your sex into his. Zoro grinned up at you, one hand reaching up to slide along your side and splay his fingers on your back to pull you down to kiss him. This time, you took charge, placing two hands on his face as your tongue traced his bottom lip. His lips open and you let your tongue glide in, tilting your head to get a better angle as your tongues began to swirl around each other. Zoro's hands rested on your hips squeezing them hard enough you were sure you were going to have bruises tomorrow.

Your nails raked down his naked chest and a deep groan rumbled out from him, closing his eyes. Smirking at this new sight, you began to bite his neck, not being particularly gentle with it. Zoro thrusted up, rewarding you with pleasurable friction. Your eyes rolled closed as you ground down on him but opened again when you realised you were supposed to be in charge. You bit his right pectoral in retaliation, your teeth scraping his skin as you dug your nails further into his skin. A loud groan left Zoro's lips and you felt a proud sense of achievement.

You shuffled down until you could reach the buckle of his black trousers, quickly undoing it and dragging his trousers down. Once off you smirked down at him and ground against him again, clearly showing that you had more clothes on than him. Zoro dug his nails into the skin on your hips and you moaned again, finding the sensation was oddly pleasant. You took his boxers off and fisted his dick, pumping it experimentally a few times. You finger the slit at the top, a bead of precum leaking out. Bending down you licked it off, Zoro groaning at the sight. Without giving him any warning, you took him in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks. Zoro jerked up, making you have to pull back to stop yourself from choking on his dick.

His hand went down to tangle in your hair to guide your head. You relaxed your throat and went down as far as you could staying there for a few seconds. Your hand wrapped around the part of his dick that you couldn't reach, your fingers barely touching as you pumped him. You pulled up making sure to suck slightly harder at the top of his dick. You tongued his slit, tasting the salty precum. You began to bob your head up and down, his hand in your hair tightening as you brought him closer to orgasm. Just before he could, he pulled you off of him and smirked at you.

"As much as I want to cum all over your pretty little face, I have something else planned," he told you as he flipped you over and proceeded to pull your skirt off. Your flimsy pants didn't fare as well, Zoro deciding to just tear the drenched material instead. Judging by how wet they were you weren't sure you could wear them again. Zoro wasted no time, a finger pushing into your cunt. He went slowly, letting you get used to the feeling as he pumped it slowly in and out. When he deemed you ready he added a second one, stretching your walls. He curled them and massaged your g-spot, instantly making you shout and jolt at the pleasure dancing through you.

On their own accord, your legs wrapped around his waist again, giving him more access to your dripping hole as he added a third finger, hitting your g-spot every single time. His thumb began to circle your clit, giving you enough pleasure to send you over the edge. Your orgasm rushed through like fire, your body locking up as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Zoro shifted his fingers and aftershocks rushed through you, your hips rolling. Zoro pulled his fingers out, licking your fluid from his fingers and grinned.

"Later I'm gonna have to get you to sit on my face so I can eat you out." Those words normally would have made you blush but they just aroused you more. You pulled Zoro down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips as you rub your cunt on Zoro. He chuckled at your actions, smiling at how needy you were. He reached over to his bedside table and opened the middle draw, taking out a condom. Zoro ripped it open and rolled it fluidly over his dick. His hands hold your thighs, bruises already beginning to form which make you moan at the thought, and eased your legs apart slightly, giving himself more room as he lined himself up with your hole. The swordsman stayed like that hearing your desperate whimpers as you tried to move your hips to get him in you. His tip brushed along your folds, slickening the top of his dick. He just laughed at you as you whined and rolled your hips.

"Zoro, please!" You whined up to him. Zoro squeezed your thighs one last time before pushing in. You moan as he entered you, his dick filling you in the best way possible. He stayed still letting you get used to him. You rolled your hips shortly after and he pulled out, slamming back in, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your toes curled as he began to pound into you, his hands finding purchase on your hips, creating new bruises on top of the older ones. Your fingers scrabbled along his shoulders, nails leaving red lines as he continued to thrust into you taking you higher than before.

One of his hands slid into the space between you and him and began to stimulate your clit. Your spine arched at the feelings racing through you, your breasts brushing his chest. Zoro dropped his head a bit and took a nipple in his mouth nipping it as you wailed in delight. Your legs curled around his waist, one hand clutching at his back the other in his hair. You bit into his shoulder trying to muffle your screams of pleasure. Soon it was too much for you and you orgasm again, your body shuddering at your release. Zoro continued to pound into you, thrusting harder as he rushed to reach his own completion, the fluttering of your walls helping him to orgasm. He spilt into the condom groaning at the high he felt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, sweat dripping off and rolling down the valley in between your breasts. Zoro was tempted to lick it off, his eyes never leaving the bead as it made its way down your body, his dick twitching in you. You moaned and tried to stop panting, your hand in his hair keeping him there.

There was a silence before Zoro finally had the strength to pull out of you and dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, his hands slid along your legs coming to a stop at your hips. He lifted you up and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist, your cunt sliding on his toned chest. You moaned into his shoulder as your overstimulated nether regions pulse. Zoro took you into his bathroom and put the shower on. Whilst it warmed, he placed you on the sink counter, the cold helping you cool down. He kissed you again, his thumbs rubbing your hips as you kiss back, your arms resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back as stream began to fog the mirror behind you, resting his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says as he lifted you up again, as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the shower. He finally set you down as he began to lather soap all over your body, massaging your body and kissing the bruises and bites he had placed on your body. Afterwards, it was your turn and you bathe him, pressing a tender kiss to every red scratch on his back, the lines starting at his shoulders and ending mid-back. Once finished washing, Zoro caged you between him and the wet tiles. He smirked down at you and pulled you closer to him, kissing you again as his hands began to creep to your clit.

Let's just say by the end of the day, you're thanking Nami for her brilliant idea.

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

The Voyage So Far: Skypiea

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

the bar scene in jaya is one i didn’t really get the first time i read it- like nami, i mostly found luffy and zoro’s refusal to fight back frustrating more than anything else. i didn’t realize the connection to shanks in the prologue until someone else pointed it out awhile later, but when i did, it made me appreciate the entire sequence and luffy’s choices a lot more. 

honestly, i know this is one of the pages that gets the most attention from jaya, and it absolutely deserves it. blackbeard here is effectively dropping one of the biggest main themes of the series- people’s dreams don’t end!!- and how interesting that we get that delivered by the antagonist to the protagonist, instead of the other way around? how often do you see a series do that? 

and the line hits. look at the emphasis. there’s absolutely nothing on these two pages except for the three strawhats, blackbeard, and blackbeard’s line, bigger than anything else. 

chapter 232, with luffy punching out bellamy in one hit is still, to this day, probably my favorite one piece chapter. it opens with the drunk pirate seeing the newspaper with luffy’s hundred million bounty and realizing just who bellamy was kicking around, and it hits on one of my favorite plot threads of one piece- the growing infamy of the strawhats and luffy in particular, and their rise in the world. 

the atmosphere of the whole scene is so good, the tension in their air, the way all the bar patrons jump when luffy yells for bellamy to come out- and when the hit comes, the satisfaction is visceral. 

i’ve talked about it before, but god, i LOVE the way one piece defines “romance”- the arthurian kind of romance, the adventurous kind, that romanticizes the world and its wonders- romance dawn. in an arc as thematically heavy as jaya, it makes sense that it, too, is explicitly brought up. can you think of a more romantic, impossible adventure than traveling to the sky?

nami’s confidence when faced with the task of navigating into the sky is so fantastic. 

the expressions, and the art in general, in skypiea, are really so lovely. look at the variety between the strawhats when they first emerge from the white-white sea to lay eyes on angel island. look how expressive they all are!! i have such a soft place in my heart for the art in these earlier arcs, honestly.

somewhat related to the above: there are so many little moments in skypiea where the strawhats just get to have FUN, and be stupid, and get fleshed out more as characters, and honestly it’s such a delight. also, everyone’s skypiea outfits were just really really good. cowboy hat robin... i miss u every day 

i really like the whole scene where robin is exploring the ruins, and these panels in particular have such a lovely sort of ethereal look to them. i love seeing robin doing archeology, i think for the same reason i love to see sanji cooking- the strawhats are all such cool and passionate people, and it’s really really nice to see them doing and talking about the things they love and excel at most. 

i’m sure i’ve said it before but i LOVE how logia powers are depicted, especially when used to avoid an attack. it’s so cool. ace’s cover story runs through most of this arc, and we get some great examples of it there as well. 

1. wife 

2. skypiea is SUCH a good character-building arc for robin- which is good, because the next saga is almost entirely predicated on how much both the audience and the strawhats care about her. it’s here where we learn about her passion for archeology, her reverence for history, and get a much better look at the softer sides of her personality and her fast-growing admiration and affection for the strawhats. 

man, enel has so many huge, terrifyingly powerful shows of force throughout this arc, but this right here, this little sequence where he appears behind raki between panels without warning and we see him reflected in her eye, communicates better than absolutely anything else just why he’s a nightmare.

“jonny you sure are posting a lot of panels of zoro being cool without any real commentary” yeah. he kicks ass in this arc 

conis is a very underrated character, i think. she’s pretty easy to overlook, but she also manages to completely break the indoctrination she’s been raised into and gambles her own life to save most of the population of angel island from complete extermination. she yells that she doesn’t recognize enel as god, an instant death sentence at any other time, just to get them to listen to her. 

there’s a moment, in this scene, where a boy throws a rock at her for insulting enel, and she just stands there, and lets the blood trickle down her face, and keeps making her case. honestly, i really like her.

look at this page. look how it’s framed. luffy in the foreground, taking up most of the page- enel in the background, tiny, inconsequential. 

now that’s how you draw god’s natural enemy. 

this is one of my favorite nami character moments in the whole manga. nami is a greedy person. she has a lot of things she wants. it’s one of her defining traits. 

but when faced with someone with godlike power, offering her absolutely anything she wants if she’ll just abandon her friends and come with him- she doesn’t want anything, for that price, even with her life on the line if she declines. she knows exactly what her treasure is. 

obviously this is an awesome panel, but sanji’s little smile just before enel strikes him is what really, really makes it for me. he’s about to get slammed with several thousand volts of lightning, but more importantly, nami and usopp are going to be safe. 

the skypiea flashback is one of my very favorites, and also the first time one piece ever made me cry. i nearly cried just flipping through it again for this post. it’s just so fucking devastating.

noland never stopped looking, and calgara never stopped waiting, and neither of them ever lost faith in each other despite how badly they fell out at the end, and wow, that just kills me. but at the same time, it makes the way the flashback and the main story come together at the end so satisfying and cathartic.

i do think skypiea has one of the best climaxes of any arc. the way all the disparate elements and plot threads- enel, the story of noland and calgara, the war between the skypieans and shandians, cricket’s search down on jaya- come together and tie up so perfectly that the entire arc can be ended by the ringing of a single massive bell is nothing less than genius writing. 

i really love the establishment of roger’s poneglyph message and all the things it implies here. it raises so many questions, most of which we’ve only now gotten answered, in wano. oda’s capacity for long-term storytelling is one of his greatest strengths, and this is probably one of my favorite examples of it. (see also, in jaya when sanji mentions offhand that he was born in north blue.)

i just really love seeing them all smiling, and i love the parallels to calgara and noland’s sendoff here. feels like a wound finally healing, after four hundred years. 

and, of course, it ends with cricket, asking what crazy, romantic dream they’re going to chase down next. because this is one piece!! just because you find the end of one rainbow doesn’t mean you stop looking for the next one.