#roronoa zoro one piece

[mikokat]

ive been grinding pirate warriors 3 so much lately. i love this zoro skin its so hot.... also im a big fan of that one spinny zoro attack

[tinytownn]

back to you – one-shot

roronoa zoro x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: after being ambushed on the way back to the ship, the crew is faced with a difficult battle. you get injured and zoro comes to your rescue–thinking you're unconscious he lets his inner thoughts slip.

content: violence, fluff??, corny ass ending, worried zoroooo, no use of y/n, also for this post and any op fics going forward the character will have giant scissors as a weapon and is the ship’s seamstress (picture sheele’s extase from akame ga kill)

a/n: [UNEDITED] erm don't look at this too hard, i don't wanna talk abt it...i originally wrote another 3k word ending but scrapped it (possibly for another project??) so this is what you guys get lmaoo. more fast paced than i usually like, but i thought it'd be a cute lil fluffy piece.

The air was thick with smoke. Cannons from rival ships deployed, leaving scars in the earth as the ammo plundered deep within. Unconscious bodies that littered the beach became human shields as you attempted to dodge the bullets that whizzed past your head–the sound sending chills up your spine.

You and your crew had been ambushed. The supply trip was supposed to be simple—routine, even. When you arrived, Nami had spotted a secluded docking spot tucked between jagged rocks. It looked safe.

How wrong that assumption was.

Splitting up into groups, Sanji and Chopper went to get food, Nami and Robin ventured to various shops, and Luffy and Usopp found their way through restaurants, eating their way through the menu of any place that would let them in.

You were paired with Zoro to gather medical supplies—a list quickly scribbled by Chopper before you docked.

“Take Zoro with you,” Chopper had said. “To carry the heavy stuff!”

He meant well, but Zoro made no effort to hide his boredom, dragging his feet with every step.

"This sucks," he muttered, arms crossed as he sulked behind you.

“All you’d be doing is sleeping in the crow’s nest. Plus, I’m not carrying all of this,” you reminded him, holding the list up like a scroll. “Suck it up.”

It took a while of wandering, but a large, wooden sign with a red cross messily painted on it came into view–a medicine shop.

“Aha— there it is,” you said, pointing.

Zoro’s gaze, however, was focused elsewhere.

“Sword shop,” he murmured, eyes lighting up for the first time since you left the ship.

He looked at you, hopeful. “Just one—”

“Fine,” you said before he could even finish. “Go. Meet me next door when you’re done. And don’t get lost.”

“It’s right there.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “I’ll meet you there.”

Watching him turn, his steps guided him to the sword display in the window and he disappeared inside. Knowing he made it inside, you went next door to start gathering things off the list.

Although there wasn’t much on the list–the bottles were fucking massive. They piled in your arms and began to topple. You regretted sending Zoro off, but you managed to make your way to the counter, paying for the items and hauling the bulky bag behind on your way out.

You glanced toward the sword shop. No Zoro.

Frowning, you stomped over and pushed the door open. A bell jingled overhead.

You scanned the small store, the only person inside was a lanky, half-asleep, old man at the counter. Hearing your footsteps, his eyes perked up, head turned to you.

“Ah, hello, dear!” His scratchy voice echoed through the empty shop. “How can I help you?”

You nodded, keeping your place in the doorway. “Have you seen a man–tall, green hair, probably frowning, pissed off at the world?”

Not even taking a moment to think, the old man scowled. “Yes, I remember him. He was just in here a few minutes ago– rude young man. He left while I was telling one of my stories! You oughta get yourself a better boyfriend. One that knows his manners.”

Your face flushed. “Oh, we’re not-”

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with you kids nowadays, not appreciating a little history.” The man shook his head before his gaze snapped to you. “But you seem like a smart, young girl! Let me tell you about the time…”

You quietly back out of the doorway, softly chuckling to yourself as you imagined Zoro’s reaction to the old man talking his head off. As you lugged the bag behind you, facing the two storefronts you were confronted with a new issue.

Zoro had gotten lost. Again.

You found the rest of your crewmates before you found him. The search had stretched on for an hour before Luffy popped around a corner grinning wildly.

“Yaaa! I found him!” he announced triumphantly. “He was standing next to another sword shop—like they were calling to him!”

You glared at the swordsman, who rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks tinged red.

Luffy began to dramatically reenact the encounter, but as you neared the ship, Luffy’s banter was interrupted by the rowdy yelling of pirates, hundreds of them.

Four ships surrounded yours, anchored at the small beach. A makeshift bridge stretched from one of them, and men were already swarming across, hauling anything they could carry.

A shriek escaped Nami’s lips, she was seething. “My treasure!”

She was the first to charge forward, Luffy quickly following behind her in defense of his precious ship.

The first cannonball ripped through the air, slamming into the sand beside your group. Luffy wasted no time stretching himself to deflect the ammo back towards their ship, propelling it towards the ship and shredding the sails.

Men at the masses came flooding from the ship, all wielding swords. Groups of men high up on the surrounding ship were armed with guns and an army of bullets came raining down on the beach.

The lack of preparation, the horde of bullets, the neverending cannonballs, all weighed heavy on the crew–but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle. No one had much time to think, to plan, so they went their own directions, deflecting what they could.

Sanji hurled kicks at the groups on land, skillfully contorting his body to dodge bullets as the contact sent pirates flying. Nami went head to head with a large group of swordsmen, her tactful movement was no match as she swiftly found a weak point. Robin used her devil fruit ability, not only to confuse the group, but attack with another one of her hands as they stared, dumbfounded, at the one that dangled, unattached in the air. Usopp took a further position, in a tree, as he shot precisely aimed projectiles. Chopper also used his devil fruit and took out masses of men with ease and pure strength. The field of swords were practically calling Zoro’s name as he dove in, three weapons at the ready as he sliced into the crowd, taking them out.

You had thrown your weapon—your shears—into the supply bag during your search for Zoro. Now, in the chaos, you scrambled back to retrieve it.

Your fingers wrapped around the handle just as a sharp pain lanced through your arm. A bullet had grazed you. You dropped the shears in the sand, blood already soaking your sleeve.

The bullet only grazed your skin–you were lucky. But that didn’t stop the warfare that went on around you. A cannonball struck the earth a few feet away from you, sending you to your knees as you toppled over, unbalanced.

You grasped the handle of your shears again, determined to join the fight–when another bullet came in contact with your skin. Straight through your shoulder.

Your weapon, taking two hands to use, became impossible to wield as you cried out on the ground. Hopelessness shot through your body. The pirates were approaching, laughing, taunting.

The rest of your crew had pushed forward, unaware of your shrill cries as you bled onto the beach. The screams of the enemies drowned out your agonizing groans as you were stuck with blow after blow.

With the remainder of your strength, you grasped your shears, slashing wildly. You fought. You screamed. But it wasn’t enough as the attackers kept swarming.

Steel nipped at your skin. Warm, sticky blood trickled down your flesh.

As more pirates neared the back of the beach, the men huddled over your body, maliciously slashing your skin.

The pain was endless.

And then you heard him.

Zoro grunted as he propelled his body forward for a sweeping attack, the blow hitting hard to the group of enemies. He blew through each opponent that came his way, relentless in his pursuit to find you.

He slashed through the crowd, blood splashing onto his skin, his clothes–but he didn’t care. He kept hacking away, arms tirelessly working his way deeper into the horde until he saw you.

Any remaining pirates feld from the beach upon seeing the carnage, leaving your bloodied body in perfect view for his guilt-panged heart. Deep cuts and slashes littered your body, blood covered any part of your of body the flesh wasn’t torn. A hole in your shoulder pulsed and spurted blood out onto the ground, another gash on your arm seeping blood as well.

He dropped to his knees.

“Hey! Stay with me!” His voice cracked as he gathered you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, again and again. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

He kept whispering reassurances, unsure if you were even conscious—speaking more to himself than to you.

Zoro didn’t stop. He called for Chopper but didn’t wait. He sprinted to the ship, carrying you onto thr deck like you weighed nothing.

He brought you lower into the ship, his heavy steps rang throughout the hall as he clamored down the steps. He kicked open the infirmary door, laid you on the bed, and immediately went for the supplies. His hands trembled as he soaked a cloth in alcohol and gently dabbed at the wounds.

You whimpered.

He froze, breath catching. “I know,” he whispered. “I know it hurts. Just hang on.”

He worked quickly, compressing the worst of the wounds, doing what he could until Chopper returned. And while he did, he talked to you—softly, desperately.

“I’ll be better,” he said, voice breaking. “Stronger. So I can protect you.”

You couldn't respond, but your fingers twitched, now intertwined with his.

Zoro didn’t notice. He just held your hand tighter, leaning over you, eyes flicking over your wounds.

“You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

There was a silence–his words hanging in the air like a sweet melody.

“Zoro…” you rasped, voice barely audible.

His head snapped up to meet your lidded gaze. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

You gave him the faintest smile.

“Told you…you’d get lost.”

He choked a laugh through his tears.

“Yeah,” he whispered, kissing the back of your hand. “But I always find my way back to you.”

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[vikvkaws]

this time is a quickly zoro scketch, i might paint it later :>>>>>>>

(lately i'm very creative, and also i've finish my exams, that means draw and draw all the free time that i have)

[lawchwan]

you look pretty when you cry (zoro, law, sanji)

summary: how they would react when they see you cry requested: @somethingsaladsomething reader: gn!reader disclaimer: nsfw with sanji, use of safeword, (although the sex is consensual, sanji’s can be a bit triggering so if you don’t want to deal with the whole thing, i suggest you skip it), implied physical harassment with zoro, while this is gn! reader was refered as wife in zoro’s part, implied depression or anxiousness with law (although i suffer from both, the piece is not the most accurate rep so take it as you will), rushed work, just one piece characters being sweeties genre: headcanon, fluff, suggestive a/n: my first request !!! i hope i don't disappoint here :) sorry i took forever though

crossposted on ao3

Law

Now I don't want to sit in the chat and say Law’s emotionally unintelligent, because he is not but he definitely has his moments where he needs to read the room before he acts. bare with him, he's just learning with you on how a relationship should work. he’s the type to leave you alone when you’re upset because thats his usual instinct that when one’s upset, they want to be left alone. he kinda has to learn the hard way that that’s not always the case…

You woke up in a funk and just did not feel alright. You were stressed and burned out and all you wanted was the comfort of your big hunk of a boyfriend, a simple cuddle with no exchange of words would've sufficed for your case.

Unfortunately, that's not how life works and it can be pretty unfair. Law’s been too preoccupied with whatever he's doing. With what? you don't know and don't care, what could he be doing that's more important than comforting you on your worst days? Furthermore, it didn't help that when you woke up, he wasn't even next to you in bed before he up and left.

Loneliness consumed you as your intrusive thoughts began to take their toll on you and start inhabiting your psyche. You knew they were irrational, you knew that Law wasn't going to leave you, you knew that he has the terrible habit of Irish Goodbye-ing his way out of a situation, you KNEW that you mean so much to him.

But his lack of communication is a flaw that you never think will challenge you as you thought you already what was coming. Law was a man with little words, so you can’t expect much from him, right?

You began tearing up as you start to grasp onto the pillow that Law once laid in, getting any ounce of remnants of him that can act as a source of comfort. Sure, it contained his manly scent that makes swoon and the pillow was soft, however it didn’t contain his usually cold beating heart that you enjoyed listening while holding him. You needed him badly as you began sobbing into the plush.

Unbeknownst to you, Law walked in, completely unbothered as he placed his kikoku to the side and closed the door. It didn’t register until he heard sniffles and the muffled sobbing that made Law furrow his brows in confusion. You began shaking as you almost screamed into the pillow Law would usually sleep in.

Law looked around the room in an almost panicked manner, almost like he’s trying to find the source on who made you cry before he leaned in to the bed and began shaking you.

“hey, hey, (y/n), what happened?!” Law hastily spoke. He was not the best at emotions but he will surely go kill someone that made you feel this way.

You lifted your face from the pillow, finally looking up at the person who has been in your mind the whole time he was gone. He’s studying your face while your lips quivered before you tackled his body by wrapping your whole body into his, your face on his neck. Law threw one arm behind him for support while the other arm instinctively wrapped around your midriff.

As you two settled, Law held your head as the other began stroking your back. He didn’t know what resulted in you acting this way, so he began speaking.

“(y/n), is there any—“

“Shut up, Law,” you interrupted as you spoke into his skin which made Law taken aback, “I just want you in my arms…”

Law’s tensed body relaxed as you grasped onto him like he was about to fade away from your arms. He is usually very awkward about physical touch and emotional confrontation, but he knew he can’t simply walk away from you and leave you be whenever you you’re not feeling the greatest.

he realizes that that it’s okay to remain, and if you wanted to be left alone, you’ll tell him. For now, however, all you both need is to be in each other’s arms to ease each other up.

“It’s okay, (y/n)… I’m here now”

Zoro

another awkward man who doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. he, like law, will go after someone who tries to harm his loved ones, he’s not here to play around.

You were running for the life of you, panting as you picked up the speed as someone was chasing you down. Everything was happening so fast, one second you were just eyeing at beautiful and intricate jewelry at bazaar near town, in awe of the sheer beauty and how colorful these gems gleamed in center. It was in the pricier side, which is what you expected, but you couldn’t help but gawk at the shiny gemstone that was practically calling your name.

A man stood by you, observing how you were eyeing at the jewel, took the opportunity to introduce himself and insist on buying this beautiful gem. You’ve naturally rejected his offer…

And next thing you knew, he was harassing you and chasing you down, demanding your hand in marriage. You ran away before he caught you—thanks to Zoro’s training in speed—but that’s all you could manage to do. You began finding a spot to hide, bumping into locals as you proceed to run while the man was calling out for you.

Once you find a crevice you can hide in, you kneeled as you began to wrap your arms around your legs as your breath began to shake in fear. Tears started to well up as you silently began calling out your boyfriend, hoping he can save you from this.

“(y/n)?” you hear a familiar voice, making your head jolt up at the man standing in front of you. It was Zoro, your boyfriend whom you prayed will show up. You only shook as you began stuttering and standing up to hold him.

You began sobbing onto his chest, meanwhile he froze in place, clueless on what to do. Your intention of hiding was shown to be futile, as your sobs echoed in the market, drawing unwanted attention while Zoro was looking around to see what happened, what lead to you in this mess.

“(y/n), I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on—” Zoro sternly yet worriedly spoke before he was interrupted by a roar.

“You get your filthy hands out of my future wife!”

Your blood ran cold as you heard that deep voice that struck fear into you. Once Zoro felt the stiffness and looked at the man who stood in front of the two of you, he already connected the puzzle pieces together.

So that’s the bastard that made you cry in fear…

“Your future wife, you say,” Zoro smirked that iconic devilish smirk before he rubbed your back, silently telling you to release him, which you did. That’s who Zoro was, a man with not many words, but you understood his language better than anyone could. You stood back while Zoro crossed his arms with a straight stand as he eyes at the man who’s ready attack him.

“That’s right! I even got her the jewel she wanted!” The harasser yelled as he grabbed hold of the jewel. You once admired that ring he was holding, now that it was in his hands, he absolutely tainted it. But Zoro couldn’t careless, he gathered both of his swords out, making the man jump in fear.

“Oh, I see, you got her that ring, how romantic…” Zoro taunted, enjoying the sight of the cowardly man standing in front of him. You only gulped at the sight, you knew Zoro will kill him, and he could only spare him if the man just ran away. Zoro simply walked up to him only for the man to walk backwards, legs shaking.

“Stand back! O-or I will kil—“

“Would like to see you try.” Zoro harshly spoke, which made the man ran before Zoro intimidatedly raised his sword at him.

“Coward,” he mumbled to himself before he placed his swords back to their case. Before he turned, he looked at the gleaming ring on the ground. He walked up to the source and picked it up to examine it, that was the ring that the man was holding earlier.

He turned to you, hugging yourself in the corner, not wanting your boyfriend to see your crying face. He smiled at you as he showcased the ring in his palm, “is this the ring that you were admiring?”

You only pursed your lips as you nodded. As much as you wanted to hate the ring for what that man did, you still had to admit that that ring was the most beautiful jewel you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Zoro held your hand gently, and placed the ring in your ring finger. You looked at him in awe, only for him to smirk at you.

“I may not have bought the ring, which is a shame, but you deserve it…” He’s not the most romantic, but he always means well, which made you giggle when he tried to be one. He smiled at you as he held your face, rubbing away the remaining tear on your face.

”i got you, okay? just remember that…”

Sanji

out of the three of them, Sanji’s definitely the more in tune of emotions. He may not be the vulnerable one in the relationship, but he definitely allows himself to be emotional when he wants to with you and this man will do anything that will make that frown upside down.

It was a long night after a stressful day for the two of you. You thought you needed that destress but I guess your body asked for something different.

It was like any other regular session, Sanji gave you the foreplay that you needed before he laid on top of you, thrusting in and out of you letting out the sweetest of moans and whimpers.

He praises you and repeatedly tells you how good you feel, all the thibgs that typically turns you on, yet you feel like you’re in pain.

You don’t know what’s wrong, but you just didn’t feel good while Sanji attempts on pleasuring you. Instead there was this sharp pain in between your legs, the stretch of his cock went from the usual pleasurable sensation to discomfort.

“S-sanji… please…” you moaned out, but it wasn’t of arousal. Unfortunately, it sounded too similar to your pleasured state, thus Sanji thought you were just in pleasure, so he went in a pace much painful than you expected.

“fuck, c’mon, baby, c’mon, you’re doing so good~”

There was no use, you were in so much pain and you felt your tears welling up and started to sob at the sharp that your boyfriend has no idea of. You simply cannot take it anymore.

”BUTTERSQUASH!”

once you yelped out the safeword, Sanji’s blissed closed eyes shot open as he halted his movement. He was looking at the headboard until he heard you sob. His heart sank as he pulled away from you and backed away slightly, far to give you space but close enough to be able to check on you.

“baby, are you okay?” He looked at you with concern in his eyes, his blue eyes glimmer in worry, guilt written all across his face, “I am so sorry, darling, I should’ve guessed that you weren’t comfortable…”

You reached out for his hand and shook your head as you got closer to him, “don’t apologize, I thought I also needed this, but I guess I don’t”

That didn’t reassured his guilty self one bit, so you began stroking his face and placed your forehead on his.

“It’s okay, Sanji, I’m okay.”

Sanji just pulled you in to his embrace and you hugged him back as you relax onto his arms.

“I’ll never hurt you, nor will I allow anyone to hurt you… You’re too precious to be hurt…”

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[mugiwarasource]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪☠︎︎⭑. roronoa zoro ; icons ༉‧𓊝˚.

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[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ all's fair!

synopsis. you take to confessing to zoro via. an anonymous confessional cupid twitter account ran by someone in your college, only... what the hell are you confessing to?

tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader, modern au, crack, swearing

from vyon. luffy's so called "burger babe" is a reference to his smau, they exist in the same universe i guess?

2024 ©1864RERUNSㅤdo not repost / copy / translate.

[gingernut1314]

Demons and Claws pt. 1

Summary: Nightmares have been plaguing your dreams night after night. You can't sleep. Not in the silence. Not in the dark. You can only think of one person in your fear who can put you at ease and you go running for him.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, fluff, mild anime spoilers (Chopper mentioned)

Word Count: 1.7K

Tag list: @fanaticsnail

A/N: I am flabbergasted I was able to write this as short as it is--cause Oof can I go on and on, buuutt here we are! �� I hope you all enjoy!! 🩷 (Updated style to match like fics Jan. 15th, 2025. No words have been changed)

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You started awake, sweat coating your skin and sheets a tangled mess around your legs. 

A dream. It has just been a dream. Is what you tried telling yourself. What you told yourself as you yanked and pulled the sheets back over yourself tight, tucking them just under your chin.

A demon’s face. Bloody screaming and crying. The undead. Your friends turning their backs on you. 

It had been more than some dream--it had been a nightmare. A mix of all your worst nightmares mixed into one. Nightmares you had started having more often after joining Luffy’s crew. 

After seeing your nightmares come to life--seeing that they were living realities that existed in your world.

Nami, whose bed lay just across the way from yours, murmured in her sleep, rolling over onto her other side. It broke through the deafening silence of your shared quarters like some blessing, but as soon as she settled back in, that silence surrounded you again. 

Silence like the tomb. Like the dead. 

Your nightmares flashed through your eyes again and you shoved yourself upright, chest heaving up and down as fear crawled its way into her heart. 

Too dark. It was too dark in this room. Too hot and too quiet.

Did something just move in the corner? No. That was just Nami’s treasure chest. A figure standing by the stairs? No. Just the lamp.

A loud noise sounded through the room. A sound that had you clutching at your sheets tighter at its sudden echo.

Snoring. It was just one of the boy's obnoxiously loud snores piercing through the walls of the Merry. 

Your mind thought over the collection of bodies stuffed into the room just next to yours. Your captain must have been the one whose snore was monstrous enough to filter into your room, having found he was the most notorious snorer. 

It couldn’t have been Sanji’s or Choppers, both of their snores too breathy to ever truly reach you. Usopp was the next runner-up, his snores nasally with a tendency to get stuck in his throat. 

Zoro’s snores were loud and chest-rumbling, but this particular snore, which shook through your room once more, was definitely your captain's. 

And though it was your captain’s snore, you thought of the green-haired swordsmen. Of how you had found him a month ago wandering around in the backyard of your home looking for the docks, which had been miles away. He had been very adamant about not being lost, though he hadn’t denied your offer to show him the way. 

He was a man of little words, but his humor had been dry and you couldn’t help but laugh--to gravitate towards him.

The docks had been a mess when you two finally made it there. A mess of pirates looking to raid your home and to kill off Zoro’s own crew. He had taken them on with ease--protected you against them, though your being with him had only brought the first of your nightmares to reality. 

By the time you had helped fend off the pirates from invading your island alongside the Straw Hats, your home had been burned to nothing but ash by one of the pirates who had slipped away. 

And despite the rest of the Straw Hats being wonderfully supportive, Zoro had been the one who had been by your side every step of the way. Had sat with you while you cried for your losses. Had taught you a special way of remembering and respecting the dead, which you two partook on the dawn of each week. 

Your room fell silent once more. A silence that had your eyes scanning over the room for every last little monster that could be lurking in the darkness. 

Zoro fought by your side--kept you from harm's way and he was the only one you could think of to run to when the demons and shadows came calling for you. 

With a mighty breath in and out, you hopped out of bed, feet running over the soft, robin’s egg blue carpet that lay over the floor, shifting to polished hardwood just before the stairs. You rushed up them, feeling as if clawed hands were just inches away from grabbing you around your ankles and yanking you right back into the darkness you were fleeing. 

You burst out of the door, shutting it behind you as quietly as you could so as to not wake Nami up. 

The storage room was just as dark--just as threatening and you rushed for the door that led into the kitchen. 

Though moonlight shone through the four, arching windows, illuminating the space dimly, you still felt those clawed hands reaching for you. Hands that sent you rushing once more out of the kitchen and onto the deck. Chilled, salty sea air hit your nose as you crossed the course floor, all but lunging for the hatch just next to the mast. 

You flung it open, taking your time to carefully find your footing on the ladder that was built into the mast, which continued downward into the belly of the Merry.

Descending downward, you were met with more darkness, though a small night light had been set up, giving off enough light for you to see around. You seemed to remember the boys arguing with Usopp about it’s being there, but you weren’t quite sure of its true origins.

The air was never once still as you silently hopped to the polished floor, snores of all kinds filling your ears. 

The boy's room was cramped. There was no better word to describe it. 

The small room had been fitted with two couches and a table you didn’t think the boys truly needed. Swinging in the far corner, layered on top of each other like sardines, lay the fast-asleep men of your crew. 

As you grew closer, the louder the snores grew and the less you could think about the nightmares that had chased you out of your bed in the first place. 

The first row of boys, closest to the far sitting couch, was made up of three hammocks. Chopper, being the smallest, lay in the top hammock, snoozing away like the precious angel he was. Next was Zoro, who slept with his hands behind his neck and his ankles crossed over each other. And below him lay Sanji, whose long limbs spilled out over the horrible, near burlap sack-like material that made up their hammocks. 

You made a mental note to make them all some proper hammocks as soon as you got supplies from the next island you all landed on. 

As carefully as you could, you climbed up onto the fine, blue fabric of the couch and walked over it so you could stand next to Zoro’s hammock. You looked him over. Looked over his is peaceful features--his slack jaw, which rumbling snores fell from and his sleep-tousled hair.

Carefully, as if approaching a rabid dog, you gently laid a hand on his hard-earned bicep and gave the swordsman a firm shake. 

“Zoro.” You called on a tone just above a whisper. When he didn’t stir right away, you shook him a bit more harshly, his name falling from your lips in the same manner.

“What the hell--” He began on a hiss, but when his dark eyes snapped open to find you standing there, he huffed out a heavy breath. “...can I help you?” He asked, his voice rougher and deeper from the sleep you had just pulled him from.

“I…” You started, biting your tongue from finishing your thought. You felt yourself grow embarrassed. Embarrassed that you had run all the way down here. Embarrassed that you had woken Zoro up from his deep sleep which he needed. 

It was childish really. You couldn’t handle a silly little dream? You were a grown adult. You could deal with it yourself.

A demon's face. Bloody screaming and crying. The undead. Wicked, clawed hands. Your friends turning their backs on you. Your family’s death--

“I had a nightmare.” You breathed, your voice wavering the slightest bit. Zoro blinked at you. A long blink that looked as if he was slowly thinking over your words.

“...okay.” He said after what felt like an hour had passed you by. 

“Zoro.” You huffed, annoyed at his absent-mindedness. 

“What?” He asked, equally as annoyed. Asked a little too loud for your liking. You shushed him, placing a finger over his lips which he only swatted away, ever the more irritated. “I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” 

“You’re insufferable.” You whispered harshly, eyes narrowed down at him. “This was a mistake.” But before you could make your way back over the too-nice fabric of the couch you stood on, Zoro grabbed your wrist. 

“You know I’m not a mind reader.” He said, his voice growing softer as he pulled you back in. Your body, despite you wanting to still be huffy and puffy with him, relaxed against his strong hold. “Just tell me what you want me to do about it.” 

“I just thought…I think I would sleep better in here.” Zoro watched you for a moment, dark brown eyes scanning over your face carefully as if to catch anything he might be missing.

“Like on the floor?” You huffed and Zoro rolled his eyes. “Where then?” 

“You’re going to say no.” You went to pull your hand from his grip but he held firm. 

“Just say it already.” He urged you, that annoyance filtering back into his voice. 

“Can I sleep in your hammock--with you? Please.” You blurted out before you could think too much about it again, “You make me feel safe.” 

A sharp yelp escaped your lips as Zoro reached over, grabbed you around the waist, and hosted you up into his hammock. 

You heard Chopper stir above you, but soon his soft snores fluttered from his nose once more. 

Zoro tucked you into his side, wrapping you up in his strong arms and resting his chin on the crest of your head, a deep breath escaping his nose. 

“Next time, just say that first. Could have been back asleep by now.” He grumbled, his voice evening out as sleep slowly fell over him for the second time that night. You nestled deeper into his broad, scarred chest, feeling instantly at ease in his arms. Feeling safe--protected from the demons waiting in the darkness for you. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, brushing your fingers over the warm skin of his side.

“Whatever. Go to sleep.” You did as you were told, letting the rock of the sea, the chorus of snores, and Zoro’s strong presence lull you back to sleep.

Next ->

More like this: Couldn't Sleep? {Robin x GN!reader} ⋆ Just Trying To Sleep {Luffy x gn!reader} ⋆ How Can I Be Of Service? {Sanji x gn!reader} ⋆ Feeling Generous {Nami x gn!reader} ⋆ Nightmares {Usopp x gn!reader}

[kaziwi]

one piece boys reaction to a f!reader who cries whenever she is angry (include whoever you want, but put Law, Zoro and Sanji please)

agagagaga i love requests like these <3 sorry it’s a bit long but i hope you enjoy!!

Character(s): Law, Zoro, Sanji

WC: 1,460

Reader Who Cries When Angry

Law

It was just a simple misunderstanding...why did you get so frustrated???

No. It wasn't your fault...it was HIS

Your boyfriend, Law, had asked that you accompany him on exploring the newest island, YOU, like only and specifically you

Of COURSE you thought this was a date kinda thing because it had been like 100000 years since Law had taken you out and omgomgomg you were so excited

You had put on a little bit extra makeup and did your hair nicer as you met Law on the docks

"You look nice," he commented. You screamed and did a little dance in your head but put on a calm smile for him

It seemed Law had made up his mind on where you two were going because instead of heading to town, you were both trudging up a hill in the middle of the woods

Maybe he was bringing you to a flower field....OR maybe he was going to give you a big old kiss under a cherry blossom tree

Ok maybe you were a bit ahead of yourself...but you couldn't help but wonder???

Then Law abruptly stopped in front of you and crouched down over a bush. You decided to repeat his actions to find out what he was staring at. There were small berries in the bush, all with different colors and sizes.

He opened his bag and pulled out a notebook and pen and handed it to you.

"Write as I talk," he commanded, and who were you to disobey your captain.

Law went on for what seemed like forever about these berries and described them all in detail. You wrote down as much as you could till your hand started to cramp, but thank god by then he was basically over.

He mumbled a small thank you as he took the notebook back, quickly revised the notes you had taken, and stood back up.

"Alright lets head back"

What...did he mean...head back...

WHERE WERE THE FLOWERS AND THE KISSES?????

"Law...." you asked calmly, "what are we doing out here?"

Law looked at you a little funny and said, "Well I read that these berries are only found on this island. I read about their different properties and wanted to see them for myself."

"And why did you choose me of all people to come out here with you..?"

"Well you have the neatest handwriting."

That had done it.

You wanted to scream and yell and make angry hand gestures at him....but all you could do was cry

It was like a dam broke and you just couldn't stop

Law looked more confused than he had ever looked in his life...then rushed over to you like the good boyfriend he SHOULD HAVE BEEN

Law continued to ask what was wrong...but all you could do was cry

When you FINALLY calmed down...you explained to him that you thought this was a date...and were ANGRY at him for not making it one

Lets just say this story ends with Law buying you icecream and giving you a million kisses mwah mwah

Zoro

In his defense he had no clue you were gonna start crying

He just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine

You always LOVED to prank him along with Luffy and Usopp

None of those pranks were CRAZY...just little silly tricks like banana peals on the floor to slip on or throwing water balloons at him...but either way they annoyed him

SOMEHOW he thought of the genius idea to prank you back...

Though Zoro's definition of a prank IS NOT what you'd think it was.....

The crew had just arrived on a new island and everyone went their separate ways to explore

Zoro had insisted that you and him take a walk in the woods, and even though you were against it since he ALWAYS gets lost…you reluctantly followed along…

Zoro had the perfect plan in his head….he was going to walk ahead…hide behind some some trees..and then SCARE YOU (he’s not the most creative with these things)

He had suddenly ran ahead..saying that he spotted something and leaving you alone

He SWORE he only ran only a minute or two ahead, just enough where he could wait and hide…

But that was an hour ago…and Zoro was waiting FOREVER..till he heard you..

SOMEHOW in running 2 minutes ahead he got himself lost

So there you were frantically calling his name while the sun quickly set

You really REALLY didn’t wanna be out here in the dark looking for him… and the creepy forest sounds did not help

A small rustle caught you attention..so you walked closer to the sound…till ZORO in all his glory jumped out of the tree and yelled boo

You were so startled that you fell back and hit the forest floor..while Zoro started CACKLING

You were tired…scared…hungry…and PISSED

As much as you wanted to scream your head off at him and punch him 10000 times…all you could do was start to cry

He stopped laughing as soon as he heard your sobs and felt frozen when he saw you crying

He never cried when you pulled tricks on him..SO WHY WERE YOU??????

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING,” he yelled, meaning it to come off more comforting

“CAUSE YOU SCARED ME,” you yelled back while still crying

After some back and fourth yelling..Zoro admitted he was wrong..but SWORE he didn’t get lost..you did

And you were so gonna prank him back for this one

Sanji

Now Sanji RARELY ever made you mad

You always laughed when you heard people complaining about their partners because your boyfriend was just perfect

Though one thing did kinda piss you off….his flirting

Now don’t get it confused you LOVED when he flirted with you…but it was the flirting with every woman he saw that bugged you

Usually you brushed it off and reminded yourself that he loved you more…but this time was different

You were helping him pick supplies at an island you stopped at, a usual job between the two of you

Though your palette wasn't as refined as Sanji's, you still were good at picking what food was best for the crew

Sanji had spotted a stand in the market with fruits native to the island, which were apparently very rare

He looked like a kid in a candy store while talking to you about the fruits, and all was well UNTIL the shop vendor came over

Now this girl was GEORGOUS like looked like Boa Hancock your jaw dropped when you saw her....and so did Sanji's...

Immediately he showered her with compliments and praises, just the usual....but instead of turning him down like the usual girls do...she flirted back...

Whatever...who cares...I mean it was bound to happen soon...but surely Sanji wouldn't take it too far...

You honestly didn't care too much...only a little jealous...TILL SHE INVITED HIM TO HER HOUSE

The vendor basically had said that she would show Sanji some of her new recipes that she made with the fruit and would love to talk about technique....IN HER HOUSE

Why couldn't they just do that here??? and even better why don't they just end the conversation now!!

Deep down you BELIEVED in your boyfriend and knew he wouldn't accept the invitation....until he did

A quick kiss on your forehead and a quick goodbye he left with the vendor and started to walk to her house...

What. Just. Happened.

So first he leaves you to hangout with this RANDOM lady...AND THEN LEAVES YOU TO FINISH THE SHOPPPING

It was later in the evening when he came back to the Sunny...a new recipe book in tow

He was excited to show it off to you, and was happy to hear that you finished the shopping for him!!

Sanji found you in the kitchen, putting away the food in the pantry

"Y/N!! Look at this amazing new recipe book I got from that vendor, you'd love this one-"

He looked up from his rant to notice that you were crying...

Sanji dropped the book and ran to you, begging you to tell him what was wrong

You wanted to stay silent and angry at him, but the tears kept pouring out and you just wanted him to hold you

You told him how upset his flirting made you and how him leaving with the other woman made you furious

He immediately apologized and honestly didn't stop for the rest of the night

He swore to you that he would tune down the flirting and that he would bring all his attention to you

And he kept that promise well, minimalizing the complements towards other women, even dialing it down around Nami and Robin

He truly was sorry and vowed to himself to never make you cry again

[shamblespirate]

Me...I am fangirls

[badgerbl00d]

hey I've fallen down a rabbit hole of reading your fics and it's 3am here but they're so good!!! I'm in love ✨✨✨💕💕 i was wondering if I could request a story with Zoro but the reader's ex is there and she doesn't miss him but she runs into him for the first time and she's hurt after he disappeared on her, maybe he's with a bunch of his friends. Zoro comforts her, maybe even embarrasses the ex while they fight off some enemies and stuff. Sorry i know I'm rambling on, but ahhhh i would love to see this come to life! thanks again! :)

hands off

☆ characters: roronoa zoro

☆ up next: captain's girl; shanks x reader

☆ summary: you have an unexpected run-in with your no good ex boyfriend but unfortunately for him, you have zoro with you

☆ a/n: lovedddd writing this! i love writing protective zo :3 thank u for this ask! requests are still open

☆ key: e/n = ex's name

It was a busier night than you and the crew had seen in a while. You were all desperate for a day off of chores and the open ocean so Nami suggested a brief stop at the closest island. 

You’d broken off in groups to spend some time on land and you Zoro and Robin had made your way to a dive bar in town. 

It was a welcome stop– the ship only had sake on it. Franky and Brook had finished the gin during a card game and Sanji had finished off the bourbon in a recipe. 

The three of you found a seat and you took a moment to sink into the torn leather cushion, breathing in the smell of old cigarettes in ashtrays and beer. The neon lights washed you in a warm hue and Zoro couldn’t help but stare at how the blinking lights shifted on your face, changing the shadows of your eyelashes danced on your cheeks. 

He got up, realizing Robin had taken note of his staring and made his way to the bar ordering a drink for himself. 

You and Robin were talking, he could hear your giggling and tried to drown the warmth that erupted in his tummy by downing the drink.

You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, “Zo-ro!”

He loved the way you said his name, stretching out the first syllable and emphasizing the second. Zou– ro!

“Hey, Y/n,” he said, biting back a smile.

“What’d you order?”

“Sake.”

“Shocking! Gimme a sip.”

He handed you the small bowl, his heart beating faster when your fingers touched.

He watched you sip it and wince as it went down.

“Still gross.”

It was too much to be around you, you were intoxicating and he knew if he spent too much time around you after having had a few drinks he’d most likely say something stupid and embarrass himself. 

He started getting up, awkwardly trying to get you off of his shoulders. 

You let go and took his seat. 

“Here,” he dug around in his pockets and handed you a few bills and several coins.

You shot him a puzzled look.

“Get yourself a drink, since you didn’t like mine.”

“With…” you paused and counted the money, “Three berries and sixty-four.. no, sixty-five cents?”

He shot you a look and snatched the money up, grumbling as he went back to the table. 

A man in the bar quickly took Zoro’s place once he’d walked away and started up a conversation with you, much to Zoro’s irritation. He went and sat with Robin, sipping his drink and playing a game of checkers with her. 

An hour or so had passed and you, sociable as ever, had talked to almost everyone in the bar. 

Robin playfully nudged Zoro in your direction, who was absorbed almost entirely in his sixth cup of sake of the night. 

You were sitting alone at the bar now, ordering yourself a drink. 

Zoro furrowed his brow and took another big sip of his drink, pretending not to understand what Robin was hinting at. 

“Hmph,” he muttered, still not wanting to admit to Robin that his crush had been found out. 

A sudden impulse to go to you and declare his feelings bubbled up in his chest and against his better judgment, he stood up trying to gather the courage to go up and sit with you. It’s not like it would have been weird–he was closer with you than the rest of the crew and he knew you better than anyone (at least that’s what he let himself believe). But tonight, for some reason, he had been feeling nervous around you. He told himself that maybe it was your new perfume, floral and saccharine, and dizzying every time he caught your intoxicating scent or the dress you were wearing that hugged your body in all his favorite places, not that he looked, of course, or maybe it was your hair which was framing your face, now glowing in the soft light of the bar and pink with the warmth of alcohol that was driving him absolutely mad at the thought and sight of you. 

“Better hurry,” she said, getting up to leave, “Looks like a few other people already want to take the open seat next to her.”

A group of younger boys in the corner pushed one of their group toward where you were sitting, sending flirty remarks your way. 

“I’ll see you two back on the ship tonight.” 

You ignored the boys behind you, rolling your eyes at their antics. 

“Mint gimlet, miss,” the bartender said, handing you a drink, winking, “The gentleman over there sent it.”

“Oh? Well, thanks,” you said, looking to see who had guessed your favorite drink. 

Your heartbeat picked up, thumping with a quick, erratic beat against your chest. You felt goosebumps cover your skin and your stomach churned. 

Him. 

It had been two, or was it three?, years. God knows you’d tried contacting him; dozens of letters, calls, messages, just wanting to know what happened. Had you done something? Was he in trouble? Did a year of your life mean nothing to him? All that time, all those kisses and conversations and messy beds and lazy mornings. All the petty arguments and fights and the tears you’d cried in front of him. You had told yourself that there was no way he’d have thrown it all away. But six months after you’d last seen him, leaving your bed in the early hours of the morning, kissing your forehead and promising you dinner that night, he’d responded to one of your letters. 

It was some shitty, half-assed excuse—something about new opportunities and not wanting to tie you down, being your own person. 

A lump in your throat began forming at just the thought of it. 

You looked away from him, blinking back tears, but it was too late. He was headed your way. 

Well, you thought, the least you could do was ignore him. 

He sat one seat away from you, smiling at you like a schoolboy in love. You wanted to break your glass over his head. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, placing his hand over yours, “How are ya?”

He was halfway through a beer, a drink that you now associated with his memory. 

You clenched your jaw and looked straight ahead, ignoring him entirely. 

“At least taste the drink, I know they’re your favorite.”

Zoro, who had been closely watching this entire interaction noted how you tensed up the moment he sat down and placed a steady hand on the handle of his sword. He paused for a moment, closely observing the scene that was playing out before him. He watched you push the drink in front of you away and your soft smile fall into a frown. 

“Leave me alone.”

The man reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed, eliciting visible disgust from you. 

Pushing his hand off you repeated yourself, “Leave me a-lone.”

Zoro was already making his way toward you from the other side of the room, his blood starting to simmer at the sight of your unwanted visitor. 

He stopped at a table about twenty feet away from you, deciding he would wait a bit more before taking any action– he was, after all, somewhat intrigued. 

The man was laughing, but you had never looked so angry.

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he heard him say, “Let me explain what happened, just hear me out.”

“I don’t care what happened, and I will not hear anything out so long as it’s you speaking,” you responded.

“Did ya miss me? At least answer me that.”

Your hands were balled up into shaky fists, “No.”

The man laughed again, grabbing your drink from in front of you and taking a sip, “Yes, you did. Look how worked up you are! Don’t know how to respond to the sight of me, huh? Am I as handsome as you remember?”

You suddenly felt a large hand on your shoulder and turned to look up and see Zoro, relief sweeping through your body. 

“Hey, Zo,” you said, smiling at him.

“Mind getting me a beer?”

“Not sake?” you asked. He laughed, a lot more than normal, but insisted it was the beer he wanted. 

Tension between you and your ex was already at an all-time high, and your apparent closeness with Zoro wasn’t helping.

The bartender placed the beer in front of you and you pushed it over to Zoro who grabbed it and sat in the empty seat between you and your ex. 

“You know him?” Zoro asked, taking a generous sip of beer. 

You didn’t respond for a second, but eventually nodded, “Yeah.”

“Want me to move?” 

You could see E/n glaring at Zoro. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked up at Zoro who had an unreadable sort of expression on his face, something between irritation and apathy. He looked straight ahead and didn’t look at either you or the man to his right. 

Several moments passed without an answer and he turned to look at you, “Didn’t think so.”

“We were having a conversation,” your ex nudged Zoro’s arm. 

You knew the look on Zoro’s face, it was that sort of glazy-eyed focus he fell into before fighting. 

“E/n, we’re done talking.” 

“Are you sure this guy isn’t bothering you, Y/n? I felt like we were close to… reconnecting.”

Ugh, go away.

“Well, we weren’t,” you said.

Zoro stayed silent, sipping his beer, but you could tell he was very aware of everything going on around him. 

“Alright,” he said, getting up. He grabbed his coat and walked over to you, leaning over your shoulder, his chest to your back, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You watched Zoro’s fist clench out of the side of your eye.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “Get off.”

As much as you hated the man, you knew Zoro was very capable of escalating things very quickly and you wanted to avoid causing a scene. 

You felt a small rush of wind on the back of your neck and the cool edge of a blade settle there. 

Uh-oh.

So much for staying calm. 

“Step away from her,” Zoro snarled, “Now.” His sword was extended behind your head and the point was resting on E/n’s chest. 

He put his hands up and smirked at Zoro, “Let’s not get too confident here, buddy.”

He pushed his jacket to the side and rested his hand on the gun that sat on his hip. He drew it slowly and dragged his finger to rest on the trigger.

You remembered that stupid gun and the fight that had ensued when you’d accidentally touched it.

Zoro laughed, loud and bold.

“I’ll have your hands cut off and skinned before you can pull the trigger. Make this a lot easier for yourself and leave.” 

Zoro didn’t look anywhere other than his face. His arm was steady and the sword didn’t waver even an inch. Confident and unwavering, he resembled a tiger before it kills. 

Your ex placed the gun back in its holster and turned to shoot you a pathetic smile, “Are you sure you want me to leave? You won’t see me again.”

You won’t see me again.

For a moment, all that hurt resurfaced. The striking realization that this was it. Your relationship was done and would never be what it had been again. This moment, right now, was truly it. You prepared yourself to say something, anything. But there was a growing lump in your throat so you stopped yourself from answering. You’d never forgive yourself if your voice broke now. 

Zoro moved in front of you, blocking you from his view, “You’re conversation with her is done. You can talk to me and lose your life in the process or you can leave.”

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath, still looking at you and turning to leave. 

Before he’d even finished saying the word you watched Zoro’s sword cut through the air quicker than you could process, leaving him standing over your ex-boyfriend who was now clutching his bleeding chest on the floor. 

You shot up, suddenly nauseated by the exchange and the unnerving satisfaction you felt. 

Blood was soaking through his shirt and puddling in his palm, his breathing heavy and ragged. 

You grabbed Zoro’s arm and he turned to look at you. His complexion completely changed the moment he looked down at you, concern pouring from all of his features. 

Are you okay? he asked, his eyes speaking for him. 

“Let’s go, Zo,” you said, tugging on his arm, “There’re marines in town.”

He nodded, lowering his sword but he didn’t sheath it. 

“Just give me one more second.”

Zoro crouched down and nudged him with the handle of his sword like a cat playing with its prey. 

“I know you’re alive, so listen ‘cause I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he drew his sword and brought it up next to his ear. You watched silently as he visibly flinched. Zoro brought the blade down to rest on his shoulder, and slid it toward himself, wiping the blood off of the sword and onto his shirt. 

“If I ever see you again. Any time, any place- I guarantee that I will be the last thing you see on Earth. Understood?”

Zoro didn’t move at all, not a muscle, not an inch. He stayed watching the man like a hawk, clutching his bleeding chest until he gave a slight nod. Had you blinked you would’ve missed it. 

Zoro stood up, dusting off his knees and sheathing his sword. 

He turned toward the door and grabbed your hand on his way out taking you with him. 

The urge to turn around and look bubbled up inside you—to see him as devastated as you had been, to see him experience the pain you had felt. 

And as though he had read your mind Zoro gave your hand a squeeze.

Keep walking, he told you. 

You steeled yourself and walked out hand in hand with Zoro, whose hand was warm with speckled blood. 

He led you around the side of the bar, stopping only when you were tucked away in the alley. 

It was silent, neither of you saying anything. 

You looked up at him, making eye contact finally. He seemed somewhat embarrassed, his cheeks were fairly pink. 

You figured maybe he was regretting his rash actions but he was only really freaking out about having held your hand for so long. 

“Zoro…” 

“It’s nothing, really. He was a dick. Ex-boyfriend?” he said, trying badly to hide his jealousy.

It was funny– how he could go from quasi-murderer to shy schoolboy in minutes.

“Something like that,” you replied, looking away from his face, messing around with the hem of your shirt. Your eyes were starting to water again. 

“Hey, hey,” he said, leaning down to take your face between his thumb and forefinger, “What did he do? I’ll go back and kill him.”

You laughed, sniffling in between, “He just… He left me with no explanation and showed up out of nowhere today. It was so long ago I shouldn’t care. I don’t! But seeing him all of a sudden was just-”

Zoro wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest where you let several more tears flow, staining his shirt.

He petted your head, holding you close to him with his free arm unsure of what to say. 

“‘m sorry, Y/n,” he muttered, shuffling his feet, “I shouldn’t’ve asked.”

“It’s okay!” you insisted, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hand. 

Zoro, who’d only known you for a few months, had defended you and your honor without a second thought. And though he’d probably been a little excessive your heart swelled at the thought of how he’d stood up for you. 

““Sorry about your shirt,” you muttered, patting the stains on his chest where you’d soaked his shirt with tears, 

He looked down and smiled, “It’s ok. It’s an old shirt anyway.”

You laughed, “Yeah and it’s not super clean either.”

His cheeks grew pink and he lightly punched your arm.

You suddenly grabbed his hands in yours, surprising him.

You squeezed his hands extra tight and looked up at him, “Thank you, Zoro. Seriously. I don’t know why I didn’t knock him out myself and I never shut down like that but I– Thank you.”

Zoro nodded, giving you a small squeeze back. 

“I would do anything for you,” he admitted. More to himself than you. 

Warmth crept up your neck and into your face. 

“I mean– ‘Cause you’re my crewmate! I’d do anything for any of you guys, obviously. Maybe not Sanji but, well, yes him too just don’t tell him I said that.. But I meant, as in, like,” he rambled suddenly realizing what he’d said. 

His hands still in yours you pulled him down, crashing your lips into his. The sudden addition of his full body weight on top of yours sent you both falling backward, stumbling until your back hit the brick wall behind you. 

“Oh, shit– sorry! Sorry,” he said, pulling away from you.

“No, don’t be! I shouldn’t have….”

“Kissed me?”

“Pulled you so hard,” you responded, your hands still holding the other’s, “Thank you. I hope that shows I really mean it.”

His eyes were looking anywhere but yours and his cheeks were a furious shade of pink. 

His hands were still in yours and he gently shook yours off.

“Zoro?”

He stayed silent, embarrassed and unbelievably happy, and wrapped his arms around you again. You were pulled into his chest and he stayed quiet, hugging you tight. 

Ah, you understood, he didn’t want you seeing him so vulnerable. 

“You know,” you said, your voice muffled by his chest, “I can’t kiss you again if you hold me down here.”

You felt him tense up and his arms stiffen around you. 

“Fine with me,” he grumbled.

“You’re blushing, huh?”

“.........No.”

“Then let me out.”

“Will I get a kiss?”

“Thought you didn’t want one.”

He pushed you off his chest and started marching back in the general direction of the Thousand Sunny, grabbing his bandana and wrapping it around the lower half of his face, leaving you behind.

You laughed and ran behind him trying to grab the bandana away from his face which he was holding out of your reach. 

You could see the ship in the distance and Zoro had started laughing too, getting more and more comfortable with the pink hue of his face. 

Sanji and Nami were a little further down the way yelling at Luffy who’d ran off with a bag of groceries. 

You paused for a moment, looking at all these people who loved you and, all of the sudden, the past wasn’t all that important. 

Zoro turned, noticing your absence. Nami had spotted the two of you and was waving. 

“Coming?”

[trentsbabymama]

the night was dark, yet the moon left you with a perfect amount of light to be able to see in the darkness.

you wanted to grab some water before you headed to bed, but just as you were about to enter the kitchen you froze as you heard Zoro talking with Luffy.

“I just don’t understand why you’d choose her out of everyone from that island, we don’t need somebody like her.”

his words cut like daggers as they hit your ears. he really didn’t want you here?

“Don’t say that! She’s a nice girl and she cleans really good! She might not fight a lot but that doesn’t matter.”

Luffy argued with the other individual, hearing a scoff emit from his mouth at his captains words. You were torn between barging in or running away before the swordsman spoke yet again.

“Exactly, she doesn’t fight. If we get caught up in a serious battle she won’t be able to defend herself, and one of us is going to have to babysit her. It’ll be annoying, and we don’t even need cleaners we have Sanji.”

you didn’t want them to, but tears brimmed your eyes as his words hit you like a train. were you really that useless? he had to babysit you?

numerous thoughts swarmed your mind, Luffy still talking with him but you couldn’t hear him. you thought you had found a place where you meant something after years of being unwelcome and not having anybody, you thought you had a family- but it was clear there was yet another individual who underestimated you.

in your rage and frustrations, you walked away from the kitchen, the moon emitting a shine onto the world below as you leaned over the rail of the Sunny, covering your mouth to conceal your sobs as your heart cried for a sense of belonging, just for once.

pt 2 pt3

masterlist

[mikokat]

very rare pencil art from me 🌱

[tinytownn]

bar – one-shot

roronoa zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: in the middle of a frenzy town square, left by the rest of the crew, you and zoro find yourselves alone in the bar. caught in an unspoken tension, subtle touches and teasing jokes begin to escalate.

content: drinking (duhhh), a lottt of flirting on zoro's end, teasing but also needy zoro, no use of y/n, just overall little flirty/fluff blurb

a/n: hellooo! i meant for this to be wayyy shorter than it is, but i hope you guys don't mind! i do just wanna say that i am very new to one piece (like literally working my way thru alabasta arc) so please no spoilers!! i will take requests of course, but just do with that info what you will...alsooo this is pretty unedited so sorryyyy :D

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The bar buzzed with energy, an unexpected liveliness for such a small island. The crew had docked that morning for a quick supply run, but the town’s charm made it impossible not to stay the night.

At the town’s center stood a large fountain, surrounded by five buildings—a bar, a restaurant, a bakery, a cigar shop, and a small gazebo with space for a band. It was an inviting place, practically calling for a night of fun. And when they returned that evening, their instincts proved right.

Strings of lights crisscrossed between lampposts, bathing the square in a warm glow. The band played at full volume, the music blending with the hum of conversation and laughter. The doors of each building stood wide open as groups drifted between them, drawn by the promise of food, drink, and good company.

The crew had split up, each heading toward the spots that had caught their interest earlier. Luffy had bolted for the restaurant before the others had even left the ship, with Chopper and Usopp trailing after him. Nami and Robin wandered toward the bakery, Sanji shamelessly fawning over them as he followed. That left just two crewmates lingering at the bar—the most crowded of them all.

You and Zoro stood in the midst of the rowdy crowd, shoulders nearly touching as you shouted over the noise.

“The drinks here are shit!” you yelled, standing on your toes to direct your voice toward the swordsman’s ear.

“I told you,” Zoro replied, lifting a bottle to his lips. “You should’ve gotten the sake.”

Maybe it was the low lighting, or the cheap liquor, or just the way he looked tonight—but damn, he looked good. His scars caught in the shadows, more defined under the warm glow of the lights. His shirt clung to his chest in a way that made your thoughts spiral, and despite your best effort, your eyes kept drifting to him.

He noticed. Of course he did.

A smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Emboldened by alcohol, he lifted his bottle toward you.

“Wanna sip?”

Cheeks already warm from the alcohol, they flushed even deeper as you wrapped your lips around the bottle. The moment stretched between you, heavy yet fleeting, as Zoro’s gaze darkened with something unreadable. He held his breath without realizing it, eyes fixed on the way your lips parted from the glass.

“That is really good,” you admitted, swallowing the smooth burn of the sake.

Zoro didn’t reply—he just stared, his expression unreadable as his eyes dropped to your lips. The air between you felt thick, heavy with all the things neither of you had said. Then, the tension snapped with a crash of laughter behind you–the crowd pressed in tighter–the heat of the moment dissolving into the lively chaos around you.

A rough warmth brushed your cheek.

Zoro’s hand.

Calloused fingers worked their way under your chin, his grip firm and teasing, as he squeezed your cheeks together in a pout. His thumb took a swipe at your lower lip–slow and deliberate.

“Must’ve been, messy girl.” He chuckled, playful and deep. “You spillin’ already?”

His unwavering boldness cast your eye to the side, unable to look at him as his hand stayed steady on your chin. He had you—and he knew it.

“That bad?” you finally managed, your voice quieter, breathier than you intended.

Zoro’s grip loosened, his rough palm retreating as he let out a hearty laugh. His arm dropped back to his side, but his gaze remained locked onto yours, still sharp, still knowing.

“Mhmm,” Eyes flicking downward, drops of sake having been dribbled on your shirt. “You were too busy starin’ at me.”

Overcome with embarrassment of being caught, you looked down at your shoes, whole body filled with a nervous heat. 

“Was not.” You retorted.

Zoro smirked. “Sure.”

Seeing this side of Zoro–unguarded, amused–was uncommon, but refreshing. His usually sharp features softened by the careless tousle of his hair, the way his grin stretched into something confident and easy. He looked joyful, almost peaceful in these shared, intimate moments.

Your teasing usually flustered Zoro, his defining quiet demeanor leading him astray as you truly left him at a loss for words. You’d catch him watching you during the day, his gaze lingering, his mind running in circles as he tried to figure out how to approach you. It was only on nights like these–where alcohol surged through your veins–that he was bold enough to catch you off guard.

This unspoken game between you—playful remarks and lingering glances exchanged in daylight, met by his quiet yet deliberate reciprocation in the secrecy of the night. It was an unacknowledged temptation–a pull–bringing both of you closer with each movement.

The daze of the booze, Zoro’s penetrating stare, and his proximity—all working against you and the lump forming in your throat. His face was serious—but not condescending. He slyly grinned down at you and it felt like you were disappearing against the crowd underneath his gaze.

“You flirt with me every day,” Zoro murmured, voice low, just for you. “But tonight, you’re quiet. You embarrassed?”

His words shot straight through you, igniting something hot and dizzying in your chest. “Guess I’m just...distracted.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, leaning in slightly. “By me?”

You didn’t answer, couldn’t answer—not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. Time slowed, your heart pounding against your ribs, jaw tingling from his touch.

Your advances towards Zoro were quite well known amongst your friends, most of them just taking it as harmless joking. You assumed he thought the same, his only reaction being a light shove and blushed cheeks. But this side of him–bold and inticing–had only been shown to you a handful of times. 

You two rarely got moments alone, a fact made clear the first time you were. Zoro’s advances were quick and deliberate–low, daring comments, subtle touches that left you melting in his hands. But nothing had ever really happened between you two. 

Not even a kiss. 

The moment was always cut short by one of your friends intruding, unaware of the tension building between you two.

So the last few months consisted of sneaked glances and slight touches underneath the table. These apprehensive moments leading to this emboldened–and drunken–nights you shared. Hesitation defined your days, while nights like this—fueled by alcohol and the charge of unspoken desire—set the restraint ablaze. He was always too cautious, and you were always too reckless. But the longer this dragged on, the need for more than just a passing touch became unbearable.

And tonight, finally, it seemed like something was going to happen.

The crew was preoccupied, the bar was too crowded for interruptions, and everything was falling perfectly into place.

And then–

“Ooo! Hi Zoro!”

Both of you instantly jumped apart, like guilty teenagers caught in the act.

Luffy.

He shoved his way through the crowd, two massive bones in hand, grease smeared on his cheeks.

“There you are.” He said between bites. “Nami told me to come find you. We’re going back to the ship.”

You blinked, still spinning from the moment before. Zoro stood stiff beside you, clearly irritated but trying not to show it.

“She said you can only stay if she stays too,” Luffy added, pointing a greasy finger at you. “So— you stayin’?”

“Hey! I don’t need a babysitter! Why does she have to stay with me?”

The moment was slipping through your fingers as Zoro fell back into his usual irritation. The flush on your cheeks faded as their bickering took your attention.

“She said you’d get lost.” Luffy shrugged, completely oblivious. “She won’t let me go back alone either. She’s waiting for me outside.”

Coming back to reality, you couldn't help but laugh at the two helpless men. “Yeah, I’ll stay here. You’re good to go back, Luffy.”

With a muffled, “G’night,” he walked away, a mouthful of food pouring from his lips.

As soon as he disappeared into the crowd, Zoro let out a long breath.

“Let’s get outta here,” he said, his voice rougher now—more desperate.

He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand found yours, his fingers threading through yours tightly, like he wasn’t about to let go. Not now. 

“Wait- where are we going?” You stammered, struggling to keep up.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. But this was so unlike him–this urgency. The mystery sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation bubbling under your skin, and your mind created lust fueled ideas of what he was planning.

Because he was definitely planning something.

The second Luffy had left, something in Zoro had shifted. His lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched, brows drawn tight with something unreadable. And then there was his grip on you—not the usual absentminded touches or fleeting brushes of contact. This was deliberate.

As you reached higher, adjusting your hold for a firmer grasp, your fingers brushed the inside of his wrist. His pulse hammered beneath your touch. His heart was racing.

His green hair was the only thing keeping you anchored, your eyes locked on the familiar shade as he pushed forward without a word.

You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear you or if he was ignoring you.

Either way, his firm, reassuring grip spoke to you. I’ve got you.

The cool night air nipped your skin and your pulling grip on his wrist dragged you forward as he unexpectedly stopped. Bumping into his chest, his arm snaked around your waist, hand placed securely on your back unwilling to let you leave.

You didn’t have to look to know the town square was empty now. The only sounds left were the distant chatter from the bar and the trickling water of the fountain beside you. The warm glow of the street lamps cast long shadows across Zoro’s face, flickering against the sharp cut of his jaw, the soft furrow in his brow.

Silence stretched between you as you locked eyes, the unspoken longing of the past few months thick in the air. The weight of it pressed down on you both, heavy with uncertainty. Brushed fingers in passing, the ghost of his hand at your waist, the teasing drag of your fingers through his hair—physical touch had always been a boundary neither of you dared to fully cross. 

Until now.

Heat radiated from every point of contact, the warmth of his hand at your back, the slow rise and fall of his chest against yours. A tension so thick it felt suffocating, intoxicating.

You could tell by the way his eyes scanned your face–so aware, taking in every detail–that he had sobered up. 

If you could even say he was very tipsy before.

A burst of laughter echoed from the cigar shop, a cloud of smoke drifting past, curling into the cool night air. You felt Zoro’s grip loosen, the ghost of hesitation slipping between his fingers.

Before he could let you go, you leaned into him.

“I’m not embarrassed.” You said, referencing his words from earlier.

You knew he had meant it as a teasing joke–something to make you flustered. But when his eyes met yours–even if it was just a second–there was a flicker of something deeper. A flicker of vulnerability, of hope.

That whatever your answer was, it would be an honest one.

All of his reluctance, the touches he refused to let linger, and the fleeting glances he cut short–it was never about resistance. It was hesitation.

Because if he was wrong, if he had misread the situation, he couldn't risk ruining everything.

He could only bear to show his true feelings away from the others, scared they would ridicule him–afraid they’d see his vulnerability. He could only bring himself to speak so smoothly around you when the alcohol clouded your wit and he was able to get a word in–without you teasing and distracting him. Each word that left your lips sent a shock through his body, rewiring his brain and left him in a daze, unable to speak.

Hence, his lack of advances.

Lips hung open, disbelief flickering across his face. Zoro’s eyes scanned your face one final time. He looked for any resistance, any look that he was misreading this.

Then he pulled you in.

His hands were on your face in an instant, rough thumbs stroking your cheeks, his grip firm, grounding. His pupils dilated, dark eyes locked onto yours as he pulled you in.

And then, his lips crashed into yours.

It was greedy—like he had been starving for this, for you. His whole body melted against yours, like he couldn’t stand the distance a second longer.

You wasted no time returning his desperation, your hands sliding up his chest. The thin linen of his shirt did little to conceal the solid muscle beneath, your fingers grazing across his skin hungrily.

Zoro groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a shiver through you. His hand slid to your waist, gripping, anchoring himself to you as the kiss deepened.

It wasn’t until he pulled away, both of you breathless, that you were able to look at his face. His lips were kiss-swollen, eyes darker than usual, and his grip on you never loosened.

And for once, you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with a joke.

This moment said everything.

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[vikvkaws]

i haven't made nothing for halloween!!!! THAT CANNOT BE

well, i know it's kinda late, but actually i don't care

here is a funny headcanon. Mihawk dreesed up Perona and Zoro and took halloween photos in halloween's eve, you know, for keep memories. how i love my gothic siblings

[lawsvalentine]

Make Me Water • Zoro x Fem!reader• (18+)

CW: squirting, pussy slapping, rough sex, slight dom!zoro, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Cee’s Note: Been a min since I’ve written for Zoro but in honor of his bday I had to 🤭🤭

Song cred: Water by Tyla

[minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]

“Do it again”, Zoro demanded, through gritted teeth.

You felt the light-headedness from your orgasm as you came down from the euphoric feeling. You didn’t even realized the mess you’ve made on Zoro’s dick and the sheets below you.

One thing about Zoro is he is very determined and driven in everything he does. Whether it’s his dream of being the “World’s greatest swordsman” or when he pushes himself to the limit during his workouts.

So when your juice’s sprayed against him mid stroke, his competitive nature took over, determined to see how many times he can make you squirt throughout the night.

His tight grip on the back of your thighs, folding you like a pretzel as he continued pistoning his cock inside you. The position had him reaching your deepest walls, stimulating your sweet spot.

“Mmm….good girl,” Zoro hummed his priase, “Taking me so well”

A harsh smack to your cunt made you cry out as you reached your second orgasm of the night.

“Oh..fuck…that’s it!” Zoro cursed, slapping your cunt again harshly, “keep cumming on this dick”

The way your pussy fluttered and squeezed against him was making it difficult for him not to empty his load in you. But he needed you to do it one more time.

And he didn’t care how long it would take.

[mugiwarasource]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪☠︎︎⭑. roronoa zoro ; icons ༉‧𓊝˚.

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