#the idea of zoro being avoidant was too good to me

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ermmm 39 with usopp and zoro :0 ? perhaps some water7 with 45 if u so wish

Zoro doesn’t avoid things. 

Every problem he encounters he faces directly, even if it could send him to an early grave. It’s how problems should be tackled; promptly, efficiently, right in their face. Zoro will work at it until the problem breaks Zoro or Zoro breaks the problem. It’s always the latter in the end. He already told Luffy he’d never lose again, and he’s kept to his damn word. 

He’s not going to lose to anything, he’ll take on any fight he needs to. 

And he doesn’t avoid things. 

Hanging out in the Crow’s Nest isn’t avoiding anything. 

It’s the opposite of avoiding things, actually. He’s getting directly accustomed to the brand new ship that Franky made, with all its bells and whistles. It’s no Merry, nothing will ever be the Merry, but he has to admit the attention to detail impressives him. Franky built him the Crow’s Nest specifically, including his own weights and everything. It’s like the perfect ship for the crew, down to every last detail. 

It’s so detailed that it’s no surprise that the crew sticks to their own nooks and crannies of the ship instead of interacting with each other. It’s only natural. Everyone else is doing it; Chopper’s spent the last two days fawning over his new infirmary, the cook’s cooked up several feasts in his too-nice kitchen, and Robin’s spent considerably too long in the library reading who knows what.

Zoro cowering in the Crow’s Nest is normal. Franky made this place for him, just like he made the rest of the crew their own luxuries. He’d be stupid not to enjoy it. 

After his final set of one thousand with Franky’s brand new weights, Zoro sets them down and stares out at the horizon. The ocean’s calm, deceptively so, only a light breeze raising the Sunny’s sails. It’ll be another day or two before they find another adventure, and he hopes that the rest of the crew is enjoying the alcoves as much as Zoro is. 

He’s so caught up in looking for a threat on the horizon that he misses the creak of the door as it opens. 

“Hey, shithead,” says a familiar, grating voice. “Are you going to skip lunch for your workouts? That’s stupid, you know. If you don’t get protein, none of that even matters–”

“I don’t care,” Zoro interrupts. He doesn’t need the cook to lecture him. “I don’t need your shit food for my routine. I can handle this myself.”

“This is handling yourself, huh?”

Zoro sniffs, trying to ignore the enticing smell of freshly seared meat. “Uh-huh. Didn’t ask for delivery. I’m not going to give you a tip.”

“Like I’d want your shit tip,” Sanji answers, unceremoniously dropping a plate of what smells like the most enticing seared fish Zoro’s ever smelt in his entire life. “Anyway, I don’t care. I had extra fish, I figured I’d give it to the closest garbage disposal on board.”

The fish does smell good. “Fine,” Zoro says. “I’ll eat your shit food. Now fuck off.”

Sanji closes the door behind him, the lock clicking shut. “No,” he says. “I don’t feel like it. I want a smoke, and the view’s nice from up here. Now eat up before it gets cold.”

He doesn’t want to listen to the cook’s orders, but, well. The fish does smell good, and he’s not going to resist that smell forever. He needs the protein, or whatever. 

Shoving a handful of food into his mouth, he ignores the cook’s annoyed scoff at talks at him with his mouth open. “So, what? You doing delivery service now? Should’ve brought me onigiri instead of fish if you knew what you were doing.”

“I only gave this to you because I had extra,” Sanji says. “Usopp caught a shitload of fish, more than we could even store in the brand new aquarium.”

Oh, right. That makes sense; the Sunny’s equipped for everyone, including Usopp. 

Zoro frowns, chewing slowly. He didn’t want to think about Usopp.

“Really, it’s impressive how much fish he caught while you were up here napping,” Sanji continues. Zoro clearly wasn’t napping, but whatever. “Enough to fill up the aquarium and Luffy’s stomach. Impressive feat, really.”

It is, but he doesn’t want to comment on it. 

“I should tell him you snarfed up his damn fish, he’d love that,” the cook continues. He pauses, blowing out a puff of smoke that covers his face. “He thinks you’ve been avoiding him.”

And there it is. This is why the cook’s really here, to interrogate him. It’s not like he expected anything other than an ulterior motive from him, but he didn’t think it’d be about Usopp. 

“I’m not avoiding him,” Zoro says. “I just haven’t…”

He’s just purposefully not running into Usopp. 

It’s not that he’s scared of Usopp. Usopp’s not a threat, nor is he a loose cannon. Not anymore, that is. They both know where they stand; Zoro’s made his point, and Usopp’s passed his test. They’re all fine, in theory. It’s just… 

It’s just delicate. 

Delicate is something that Zoro doesn’t know how to handle without breaking. Luffy rightfully welcomed him back on the crew after he apologized, and he seemed to be completely dedicated to the crew with his own damn baggage sorted, but it doesn’t mean Usopp wants anything to do with him. 

Zoro trusts him on the crew, but there’s an underlying question Zoro doesn’t have the answer to. 

Does Usopp trust him?

The answer doesn’t really matter. He’s part of the crew, but that doesn’t mean Usopp has to like him specifically. 

“I’m not avoiding him,” Zoro says. “He hasn’t talked to me, either.”

Sanji scoffs. 

“If the idiot wanted to talk to me, he would,” Zoro continues. “But he doesn’t. So it’s fine. He’ll just catch you one thousand fish or whatever the hell it is he does.”

Sanji taps his fingers on his thigh, clearly not impressed. Zoro wants to wipe the expression off his face, but infuriatingly, Sanji doesn’t give him the damn chance. 

“Whatever it is he does, huh?”

Like Zoro knows what that’s supposed to imply. 

“Yeah, whatever it is that he does,” he says. 

There’s one more critical look, full of context Sanji understands but Zoro doesn’t. It’s infuriating, and it reminds him of Sanji’s own reaction to Luffy and Usopp’s fight back at Water 7. He picked up on shit that Zoro missed, but he wouldn’t explain himself, not even now. 

“Maybe you’d know whatever it is he does if you spent some time on the deck instead of hunkering down up here,” Sanji says. “I took you for a lot of things, but I never took you for a damn coward.”

Zoro stiffens, shoving another fish into his mouth. “I’m not a damn coward,” he says with food still in his mouth, just to annoy the cook. “What the hell is your problem, anyway? Come here to give me delivery, or did you come here to give me a lecture?”

“Neither,” Sanij corrects, dusting off his pants. “I came here to deal with my leftover problem.”

He picks up the last fish from the plate, and unceremoniously shoves it in Zoro’s mouth. 

“Mfm,” Zoro protests, trying to chew on an entire fish. 

“Uh-huh. Great, good to know you’ll talk to Usopp sometime this century,” Sanij says. He picks up his plate, shoves it under his arm, and turns around to the Crow’s Nest’s exit. “I expect you to figure it out by the next island, moron.”

“Mfmf,” Zoro says between bites of fish. 

Sanji scoffs. 

Zoro swallows his fish whole. “Nothing to figure out,” he says, but by the time the words are out, Sanji’s gone. 

With a frustrated groan, Zoro knocks his head into the glass of the Crow’s Nest. He’s not avoiding anything; Usopp’s avoiding him. Things are fine, they’ll continue to be fine, and all Zoro needs to worry about is getting stronger and training like always. It doesn’t matter if that crew particularly likes him. Not really. That’s totally tangential to his problem. 

Scrubbing at his mouth, Zoro stares off at the horizon. He’s sure he can get another set in, and another after the sun sets. By that time, Usopp may be asleep already. 

He’s not avoiding anything. He’s not. He’s just being practical.  And if his sets last long into the night, until he’s sure Usopp’s asleep, well. That’s just a fucking coincidence, that’s all.

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Hiii! If its no trouble could I have a zoro and reader fic with the one bed trope? The others know about their crushes on each other so they force each other to share a room? Anyway they end up cuddling and its all cute (the others will tease them forever about it lol)?? Thankss

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ABOUT

alternate title: opla zoro makes my hated tropes less hated

rating: general audiences/teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!nami | live action!straw hats ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

description: unbeknownst to you, your crush on zoro is reciprocated. the rest of the straw hats take it upon themselves to get you together by locking you in his bedroom overnight.

tags: strawhat!reader, only one bed, forced proximity, confessions, no use of 'y/n', nami is a true instigator, cuddling, soft zoro, humor

author's note: thank you so much for the request and i hope it meets your expectations!! fun fact i actually used to hate the 'only one bed' trope, so i decided to challenge myself in writing this. and i think it's one of my fave tropes now lol

(you have an inner spirit that helps you make decisions except it’s just nami.)

“I just think that maybe you should stop avoiding him,” Nami started. You bit your cheek, ignoring her as you tied up the last of the ship’s rigging into a careful knot. Nami had been going on for the past few minutes, and you’d zoned out exactly three seconds in, when the name Zoro had first been spoken. Because of this reason you weren’t really listening, so you blinked up at her in confusion. 

“Sorry? Who am I avoiding?” 

“You’re impossible,” Nami grumbled. “And you know exactly who I’m talking about.” Which, well, fair. The math added up: you heard the word Zoro, you stopped listening, Nami continued talking until she realized you’d stopped listening. “Especially since you’re, you know—” she gave you another look, eyes rolling over to stare dead into yours— “Avoiding him.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently. Nami sighed, leaning over to tug the rope dangling from your hands out of your grip. You tried to reach back for it, but she didn’t let you. “Hey!” 

“Yes, you do. Face it. You’re avoiding Zoro.” 

You made a face at her. “I think there are ropes on the foredeck that I can attend to.” 

“No, there aren’t,” Nami answered. “Now stop changing the subject. There’s this wild concept called communication. It works wonders.” 

“Says you,” you muttered, though your arms crossed defensively across your chest. You noticed the action after a split-second and unwound your arms with a scowl. “Look, I just don’t see the point. And I haven’t been avoiding him.” 

You were, in fact, avoiding him. Ever since that dreadful night a week ago when Nami had gotten you tipsy and stuck her hand in your chest cavity fishing for secrets, you’d been avoiding him. The other girl was ridiculously good at prying truths out of you, and during the conversation, you’d accidentally spilled your crush on the Straw Hat crew’s resident swordsman. 

You’d managed to keep the secret for the months you’d been together, wherein the unfortunate feelings had developed, and you should’ve figured once somebody knew they wouldn’t leave you alone about it. Because Nami refused to talk about literally anything else. You’d expected this sort of behavior from Luffy, or maybe Sanji, but Nami? The world was more amatonormative than you'd thought. 

Nami cast you a look. “You’re blushing.” 

“Am not.”

“Are too. What’s the harm in talking to him?” Nami demanded, one hand on her hip as she stared you down. You gaped at her. 

“Um, literally everything? One, Zoro can’t talk about feelings or emotions for shit, so when he rejects me it’ll be in the most excruciating, offhand manner that will probably leave me at the bottom of a barrel of rum, two, after being rejected I’m going to have to leave the Straw Hats, three—”

Nami rolled her eyes, looking increasingly fed up with you. “For someone so obsessed with not telling our resident grass-headed swordsman about your feelings for him, you’re talking rather loudly.” 

You shut up, snapping your jaw closed with a glare. “Stop it,” you hissed. 

“Besides, who knows if he actually will reject you?” Nami turned to work on the next section of rigging, glancing over her shoulder at you. “You’re catastrophizing.” 

“I’m being realistic,” you snapped. “Okay, fine. He reciprocates my feelings. Then what? We date, we break up because all relationships eventually end, it becomes awkward, and—voila—I’ll have to leave the Straw Hats anyway. It’s a bad idea all around.” 

Nami just let out a huff of breath, the exhale laced with irritation. “Catastrophizing,” she repeated. 

“I am not—”

“Sure. Go help Sanji with dinner.” 

You gave her an exasperated look, but at this point Nami wasn’t paying attention anymore, so you stormed off into the underbelly of the Going Merry. Speak of the devil, apparently, because once you entered the kitchen you spotted not only Sanji occupying it but also Zoro. He was lounging at the table, swords strapped to his waist and a bottle of something he was nursing in hand. 

You averted your gaze from him, head running a million miles a minute. Had he noticed you’d been avoiding him? You’d tried to be furtive about it, but if Nami had noticed, maybe—

“Well, hello there,” Sanji called from where he was in the midst of dinner preparations. “Come to help?” 

“Nami sent me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think she’s appointed herself queen of the Going Merry.” 

“Oh, she did that long ago,” Sanji chided. “You’re only noticing it now. Pick up a knife, then. I’d like some help dicing the carrots.” 

You stiffly moved over to the counter, ignoring Zoro as you went even as you felt his gaze following your figure. You picked up the first knife you found, positioning yourself in front of the cutting board to start dicing the vegetables already laid out for you. Abruptly, Zoro stood up. 

“Heading out,” he muttered. “Call me when dinner’s ready.” 

With that, he left the room, leaving you and Sanji to exchange looks. “He’s moody today,” you said. 

“Probably ‘cause you’ve been avoiding him.” 

You felt the familiar pinprick of a blush starting to warm your cheeks. “You too?” 

“You’re rather obvious about it,” Sanji said with a raised eyebrow. “But enough of that.” Weirdly enough, he didn’t seem to question why. There was no way Nami had told him, so you were left confused, but no matter. The point was that for now, you were safe. 

The hour dipped to evening, and soon the moon was glowing in the sky, a shining beacon of white amidst the ocean of stars and shimmering sea. You suppressed a yawn, busing the dishes from dinner as the rest of the crew got up from their respective seats to dissolve to their own rooms. Zoro had already retired for the night—if you were avoiding him, he seemed to be doing the exact same—so at least you didn’t have that to worry about. 

“Ah, wait,” Nami said, after you’d finished washing the dishes and was ready to head out. “Zoro wants to talk to you.” 

You jolted, glancing nervously around you before grabbing her wrist. “What did you do?” you hissed. Nami just laughed. 

“Calm down. I didn’t do anything.” Off your glare, she relented. “I promise. And I swear it’s not about feelings or emotions or whatever. Even though it’s obvious you’re avoiding him, you know Zoro wouldn’t say anything.” 

You were still suspicious, but you dropped your hand. “What, then?” 

Nami shrugged, tilting her chin up just so. “I guess you’re going to have to find out.” 

“I don’t trust you,” you muttered. There was that look in her eye, the one she got whenever she was thinking of something truly devious. Still, you couldn’t figure out what she was up to, so— “Fine, I’ll go to his room. Walk me.” 

Nami rolled her eyes, but she fell into step with you as you made your way across the ship. “You should bring it up to him, you know,” she started, but silenced after your sharp glare. “Okay, okay. I get the point. I’ll stop bothering you about it.” 

You stopped by the mouth of Zoro’s door. “Wait, really?” 

“Yes, really,” Nami said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She leaned against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest. “I’ll leave you alone about Mr. Prince Charming over there. Knock.” 

“You can't call him Mr. Prince Charming,” you said, though you did knock. “Prince’ is already a title.” 

Nami gave you a look. “Okay, smart-ass.” 

The door creaked open before you could give your response, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as Zoro stared down at you. His arm was propped up by the open doorway, the other hand still clutching the doorknob. “What.” 

“Um, Nami said that you wanted to talk—” you swiveled your head towards the other girl, but before you could finish your sentence, Nami was raising up your arm and unceremoniously shoving you into the room. 

You shrieked in surprise as you fell into Zoro’s figure, stumbling into him and causing him to lose his balance. Your head shot up in offense, only to see the gleam of a golden padlock in Nami’s hand before she was yanking the door closed.

A dull click echoed through the room. The only thing you could hear for a few seconds was your own heavy breathing and the sound of Zoro gathering himself.

“Did she just—” You gaped at the closed door. “Lock us in?” 

Zoro swiftly pushed past you, jiggling the doorknob for a few moments before giving up. Sure enough, Nami had sealed it with the padlock from the outside, so there was no possibility of either of you getting out of the room. You could vaguely hear sounds from the outside—dull thuds and scrapes—and watched as Zoro started banging on the door. 

“Nami,” he called, voice dangerously low. “Let us out.” 

“Sorry, Zoro!” Your jaw practically unhinged from your skull once you heard your captain’s familiar voice, all bright and cheerful like always. “We’re putting barrels in front of the door, so don’t even try breaking it down. Have a good night!” 

“Luffy? What are you—” Zoro’s knocking quickened in pace, his voice getting increasingly louder. There was no response from outside, though you could hear snickers that sounded suspiciously like Usopp. What was going on? 

You kicked into action, joining Zoro by the door and trying the door handle again. “Nami!” you yelled. 

Nami’s soft laugh came from outside. “Sorry!” she called. “We’ll let you out in the morning.”

You gaped at the door, only aware of Zoro’s gaze sliding down to you as you dropped your hand from the doorknob. There were some more tigers from outside, and then receding footsteps. Zoro tried knocking one last time, but it was evident that the rest of the crew had all but abandoned you. 

“Okay,” Zoro muttered, moving away from the door. “I need a drink.” 

You watched him move across the room, picking up a glass from his bedside table that was only slightly full. He knocked it back in one swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “Um, what now?” you asked uncomfortably. 

“Nothing. Whatever,” Zoro said, turning to glance over at you. After a moment’s thought, you noticed that he refused to look you in his eye—his gaze was firmly trained at a spot beside your head. He turned away, stripping off his sword scabbard and setting them on the floor. 

You glanced around nervously. Zoro’s room wasn’t that different from yours, really—less decorated, but the constitution was the same. There was the bed, a wardrobe, a desk with various paraphernalia across it, and a little couch in the corner too. “You can look through the closet for something to sleep in. I’ll take the chair.” 

The words didn’t register at first, and you were left standing there, staring as Zoro kicked off his shoes and assumedly started getting ready to sleep. “Um, what?” 

Zoro glanced over his shoulder. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye. “They’re not letting us out until morning,” he said slowly. “You can take the bed. Might as well sleep.” 

“It’s your room,” you started, crossing your arms. “I can sleep in the chair. I’m smaller than you, anyway, so I’ll fit it better.” 

Zoro regarded you with such a reproachful look you almost wanted to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Change.” With that, he turned around, leaving no room for discussion. You stared at him for a second before giving up, moving to his wardrobe and opening it up to search for something to sleep in. 

“So, uh, any ideas on why they stuck us in here?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. Whatever Nami thought locking you in a room with Zoro would achieve, you were stubbornly not going to let her be right. God, you were so going to kill her once you got out of there. 

“Nope,” Zoro said, with such a degree of finality you figured it wouldn’t be safe to question him further. “They’re just stupid.” 

“I mean, I feel like they would have a motive?” You rifled through his clothes, trying very hard to detach them from their owner. Wearing Zoro’s clothes was not something you wanted your mind to linger upon. Eventually you found a shirt of his that would undoubtedly be oversized on you, and you hastily changed into it, satisfied to find it draped well to your knees so you weren’t exposing too much skin. 

You stole a glance over your shoulder at Zoro, only to catch him in the action of peeling his shirt off. The stretch of the muscles in his back gleamed in the dim light of the room, and you tore your gaze away, heat rushing to your face. “Um. Anything?” 

“Nope,” Zoro repeated. Carefully, you closed the wardrobe door, lingering in one spot with your hands clenched together. Once you heard him start moving again, you deemed it safe enough to turn towards the rest of the room. He’d changed into a loose tan shirt, and had settled back into the chair. 

“I said I’d take the chair,” you told him hotly. 

“Yeah, and I said no,” Zoro said, tone dismissive. He had his eyes closed, and you stared at him in disbelief. 

“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” you said, and then, just to emphasize your point, plopped down on the floor. Zoro cracked an eye open and stared down at you. He sighed. 

“Get up. Don’t be stupid.” 

“I’m not being stupid,” you said. “It’s your room. It’s your bed. You will sleep on it. If you’re not giving me the chair, I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

Zoro let out a long sigh, closing both his eyes as if he was contemplating all his life decisions. “I’m not sleeping in the bed, you know,” he said. 

“Okay, so neither of us do.” 

Zoro’s brows creased, and he opened his eyes to glare down at you. “Seriously? At least take the chair, then. I’ll sleep on the flo—”

You gave him a sharp look. “Zoro.” 

“This conversation isn’t getting anywhere,” Zoro muttered, and finally got up from his chair. You glanced up at him expectantly. “What can I do to convince you to take the bed?” 

“Uh, nothing.” 

“We can work out a compromise,” Zoro said with a sigh. “I want you on it, and you want me on it, and neither of us are willing to take it ourselves.” He paused, brow creasing as an idea seemed to form in his head—one he didn’t seem to be a giant fan of, but an idea nonetheless. “How about.” His lips pursed, before he parted them again to finish his sentence. “How about we both take it?” 

It felt like someone had hit you square in the chest, air kicking out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath. Your windpipe was all raw, and you had to fight to tear any words out from your throat. “Ex—excuse me?” 

“It’s big enough,” Zoro said stiffly, though his hands were clenched at his sides. “I can take one side and you can take the other. Since you’re so dead-set on me sleeping on it.” 

“I—” You cut yourself off, suddenly far too aware of Zoro’s eyes fixed on you. Watching your every move. Oh, Nami was in for it now. How were you supposed to survive sleeping in the same bed as—you didn’t even want to think about it. 

“Well?” Zoro prompted. 

“Fine,” you agreed hastily, ducking your head lest Zoro catch any of the flush that was undoubtedly rising steadily up your cheeks. It was bad enough you were stuck in his bedroom and wearing his clothes—but this had quickly become your own personal circle of hell. “Good enough for me.” 

“Finally.” With that, Zoro climbed into bed, settling himself on the very edge of its side. Your throat had gone dry, and you stared at him for another second before hurriedly turning away to flick the lights off. You approached the other side of the bed with an extreme lack of enthusiasm, staring at the empty sheets like they were cackling up at you. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Eventually you slid into the bed, busying yourself with arranging the blankets around your figure. Zoro’s breaths were steady and deep from beside you. You didn’t know what to do for a second, but then Zoro’s voice was cutting through the darkness. “You’ve been avoiding me.” 

You jolted, then suppressed your sigh. “Have not.” 

“Yes, you have, and everyone knows it, and you’re not very subtle,” Zoro said, sounding almost bored as he rattled off the words. “Why.” 

“I haven’t—”

“Don’t.” 

You ran your tongue along your teeth, sucking at the valleys between them in annoyance. “It’s not important.” 

Zoro paused before speaking, like he was mulling over asking the question. “Did I do something?” 

“What? No.” You shook your head, despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see. The sound did well enough to indicate the action to him, though—he scoffed, a low murmur from his chest that buzzed through your nerves. “I don’t want to talk about this. You’re giving the rest of the crew what they want.” 

“They definitely did not lock you in here to talk about why you’re avoiding me,” Zoro muttered. Now it was your turn to scoff, because if only he knew. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything?" 

“Positive. It’s all me.” 

“Okay, so why?” Zoro prompted. You swallowed hard, trying to dodge around the subject. “Are you sure—”

“Please just stop talking,” you said, one hand reaching out to grip his arm as if the physical contact would make him shut up. There was a stagnant moment of silence, your breath catching as your brain caught up to your body. Your hand was on Zoro’s arm. Your hand was on Zoro’s bicep, and you were in his bed. 

You cleared your throat, a panicked choke bursting from your lungs. “Um.” Your eyes skittered sideways, and then you finally turned on your side to stare at him. To stare at where your hand was still clutched around his arm.

You could just barely make out the angle of his jaw in the darkness, but you could see it was clenched, the vein along his neck protruding just slightly. Hastily, you removed your hand, the skin of your fingers tingling like you could still feel him underneath the tips. “Sorry. Why—why are you so certain that you did something for me to avoid you?” 

There were a few moments of silence that ticked by, nothing but the rock of the ship interrupting it. Finally, Zoro spoke. “Because the reason they locked you in my room is because—”

“What? The reason they locked me in your room is because of me,” you said. Zoro finally moved from his position, head tilting to face yours so you were eye-to-eye. You swallowed. “Nami, um—Nami specifically forced me in here so I would… talk to you.” 

There was a question evident in Zoro’s voice. “About?” 

Your lips parted, and then closed again. “Um.” 

“We can just sleep, if you want,” Zoro muttered. 

“What if they don’t let us out in the morning because we haven’t talked, though?” you hissed. Zoro let out a low laugh. 

“You realize you’re giving them exactly what they want.” 

“So you’d be more comfortable if we just… fell asleep?” you asked. Zoro shrugged. Since you weren’t exactly averse to the idea of not confessing, you nodded in agreement, heart beating a million miles a second. “Okay. Fine by me.” 

You settled back into your pillow, but soon came to realize that, due to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and the fact you were very aware of the man of your affections being barely a foot to your right, you could not sleep. Evidently Zoro felt the same way, because he kept shifting around under the blankets—your hands brushed against each other a few times before he jolted away like you’d burnt him. 

“Sorry,” you muttered. Zoro didn’t say anything in response. Somewhere in the back of your head, you could hear Nami hissing at you—I didn’t shove you in a room with Mr. Prince Charming just for you to not take advantage of the opportunity. You tried to get her out of your brain—it was a bad idea all around—but the words kept reverberating around in your mind until you found yourself suddenly speaking. “Zoro?” 

“Hm?” 

“Nami stuck me in here so I would tell you that, um—” 

“You don’t have to say it,” Zoro murmured, and you shivered, his voice sounding suddenly closer. You squirmed, your hand brushing against Zoro’s again, except this time it took him a delayed moment to drift away. He had gotten closer—or maybe that was you, instinctually leaning towards the dip in the middle of the bed when you’d been lost in thought. 

“The reason they locked me in here with you is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” you blurted, the words slurring together, consonants and syllables all in one rush. “Because I have them. Feelings, I mean.”

Zoro’s voice was very low when he spoke. “Excuse me?” 

You sat straight up, the blankets previously nestled around your chin falling to your waist. “I have feelings for you and that’s why everyone locked me in here.” 

“I—” Zoro coughed, and then coughed again, ridding his throat of whatever was preventing him from making full sentences. He slowly sat up, and you stared down at the blankets in your lap as you saw him rise to his full height beside you. And oh, this was it. He was about to reject you in the most excruciating, offhand manner that would probably leave you at the bottom of a barrel of rum. “That’s not possible.” 

“Why is that—” you decided to shut up instead of finishing your sentence, allowing him to speak instead. There was a soft burning starting at your skin, all red hot, and your brain buzzed, regret filling up your lungs and making it hard to breathe. 

Zoro didn’t say anything, but you heard his hand before you felt it. It slid across the bedsheets before finally resting beside yours, fingertips grazing against your knuckles. “Zoro?” you whispered. 

“The reason they locked you in here with me is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” Zoro said blankly. You blinked. It took you a moment to realize that he wasn’t just quoting you—that he hadn’t switched the pronouns accordingly. Your heart dropped. 

Your voice was very faint when you spoke. “What?” 

“I like you,” Zoro said carefully. Languidly, the words dripping off his tongue all saccharine-sweet like molasses, or honey. You shivered, your hand accidentally knocking against his, and he took the opportunity to draw it in closer, fingers pushing up your palm, just a hair’s breadth away from interlacing with yours. “Luffy unfortunately found out. He doesn’t know how to keep a secret and told the rest of the crew.” 

You gaped at him. “I like you,” you said, dumbfounded. You could feel yourself trembling, fingers sliding against Zoro’s hand with every shake. “Nami yanked it out of me. Which is why I’ve been avoiding you for the past week.” 

“I thought you were avoiding me because you found out I liked you,” Zoro muttered. His fingertips brushed against the pads of your hand, and you swallowed, mouth all dry. “So.” 

You tentatively lifted your gaze, finding Zoro’s eyes even amidst the darkness. They were shining, a slight glint from the moon coming in through the window reflecting along the shadows of his face. Carefully, his hand slid fully into yours, fingers lacing together, and it was like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place. 

Zoro slid back down onto his back, tugging you along with him. You settled back on your pillow, using your other hand to pull the blankets back over your chest. For a full stagnant minute the two of you lay there, hands intertwined in the space between. 

You were the one who made the first move, then, thumb running up and down the length of his index finger. Zoro ran with the action, tugging your hand just slightly until you were leaning into the dip of the mattress, gravity pulling you closer to his body. 

He lifted your entwined hands, tugging you towards him until your back was pressed right to his chest. Then he settled your arms back down again, the back of his palm resting against your belly. 

You swallowed hard, able to hear the sound of your throat in the utter silence. Zoro exhaled, his breath softly brushing against your neck. “Good night,” you whispered. 

Zoro pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, a ghost of something that left tingles fluttering down your spine, the drunken butterflies in your stomach swaying at the action. “Good night,” he murmured, and your breath caught. 

He was warm, oh so warm, like a campfire with licks of flame that softened your hands in the dead of night. And even though you wanted to speak up, question when he’d started liking you, if he was lying or not—you were content to stay here in his arms and drift off to sleep.

So you did, settling back into his embrace with your head spinning and senses murmuring, all dizzy like you were caught in a dream. Eventually, your tiredness got the better of you, and you felt your senses fading as the world around you darkened to black. 

The two of you jolted awake to the knocking and the very unpleasant hum of Nami’s voice. “Rise and shine!” she called through the door, and you blinked, bleary eyes adjusting to the light as you suppressed your yawn. 

Zoro jolted up beside you, practically giving you whiplash as his arm was still comfortably around your waist. Your fingers tingled, and you realized that you’d fallen asleep with your hands laced together. 

“Nami,” you grumbled, about to rise out of bed before Zoro stopped you. You turned towards him in question, only to stop short as you registered the look in his eyes. His gaze was deep, piercing; those butterflies rose up again in your stomach, apparently awake after they’d passed out from their drunken stupor. You swallowed. “Hi?” 

“Hey,” he murmured. “They locked you in my room.” 

“I’m going to knock Nami over the head with a rowboat oar,” you said blandly, eyes flickering towards the door, which Nami was still pounding on. You vaguely heard shuffling sounds, like the crew were working to move the barrels they’d stuck in front of the door to free you from your prison. “You can have the rest of them, if you want.” 

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Zoro agreed. “But first…” 

“First?” you prompted. 

Zoro brought your hands—still intertwined—to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss along your knuckles. “Good morning,” he said, voice low and awkward, like he wasn’t used to letting the words out of his mouth. He let your hands drift to his lap, leaning forward until his forehead brushed against yours.

A faint sigh escaped your lips when he finally kissed you. It wasn’t rough or hard; it was a soft press, like your hands had been just a few hours ago. There was a degree of finality to it; a held-in breath that’d exhaled from your lungs, one you hadn’t realized was building up that much pressure until you finally let it all go. 

The door flung open, and you jolted away, but Zoro tilted your head back towards him before you could. At the mouth of the room, Luffy had started screaming. “Aww,” Nami cooed. Behind her, Usopp and Sanji were gripping onto each other like they were watching a particularly engaging fight. 

A steady blush rose along your cheeks, but Zoro was absolutely shameless, the hand not held in yours raising up to give them the finger. “Get out of my room.”

“Told you it’d be okay,” Nami sing-songed, and then you really did break away from Zoro, picking up the object nearest to you and barrelling towards her. She shrieked, dodging out of the doorway as Zoro laughed from behind you.

“Wait!” she stopped you from whacking your pillow against her head, raising up her arms in defense. “I was right. I saw you two—” 

“Nami,” you started, dangerously low. “You locked me in his room.”

“Yeah, to help you!” she cried defensively, slowly taking backwards steps as you gained on her. “Come on. We can talk about this.” 

“Good luck,” Zoro called out from behind you—you turned around, catching his gaze. He had gotten up, leaning against the doorway and watching you with a sparkle of fondness in his eye. “You’ll need it.” 

You blew him a kiss, ignoring the long groan it pulled out of Luffy from beside Zoro in the hallway. And then you turned around. Nami had darted off, taking the time you’d been distracted to run off. “Oh no you don’t!” you yelled, and then lunged after her with Zoro laughing all the while. 

Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing, you thought. But you were still going to beat Nami’s ass. 

© halfvalid 2023

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi! I love your writing! Can I ask some headcanons with Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Law et Luffy going to the beach with their S/O, please?? Tysm!

Hello sweet anon! Thank you for requesting, it was fun to write. Hope it will match your expectations ☆

☆ Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Luffy & Law going to the beach with their s/o

CW : g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid is cursing but I guess no one is surprised, Kid is a savage, really vague mention of sex for Sanji, slight cursing for Zoro + mention of alcohol,

WC : 2,3k

Kid

Heavy stomps, mumbling curses, regular sighs and grunts full of irritation. Yep. It was your idea to go to the beach. Kid would never go to the beach by himself because he hates all the screaming children and the sand between his toes. And, the sun could ruin his make-up. So he would act all grumpy, wondering what he has done to end up in such a situation. 

"Goddamn, y/n, come back, you didn't put your sunscreen" Of course Kid thinks about his skin all the damn time, he's such a beauty-influencer when it comes to make-up and skin care. If you neglect to apply sunscreen to your body, he will bark at you, grab you by the wrist, and do all the work himself. And then, you'll have to help him, especially when it comes to applying sunscreen to his back. He won't let you know he loves when you run your hands down his back and along his always tensed shoulders. 

"I've seen this place before you, fuck off!" While planting violently your parasol on the ground, barking to the poor innocent guy who tried to set his stuff at the place Kid noticed in first. "It's my beach."

He's so possessive with everything, help.

Actually, Kid likes one thing about the beach: he can brag about his big man boobies. No shirt, just his glorious bare, toned chest. Every time someone looks at him with jealousy or admiration, he feels so proud; his ego is never satisfied with this. He's perfectly aware of how shaped his torso is, and he's really proud of it. 

Every time someone looks at your body, he feels really pleased with himself. Even if they try, they won't be able to have you. But on the flip side, he's also upset when he realizes that everyone can see your beautiful shapes. His arm would be wrapped around your waist. All. The. Time. 

Kid being Kid, he would smash all the sandcastle made by the children. Prepare yourself to get in trouble with all the mad parents around there, while their children are crying because "the big scary man told me I'm a piece of shit who don't even know how to build a sandcastle" You better watch Kid tightly before he stuffs their mouths with some sand to make them shut up.

"Come on Kid, it's just a child." 

If you try beach sports, he will make everything a competition. Avoid playing volley beach with him, because if you team up and lose, he will smash the ball into the winner's face. "Now who's the loser?" 

If someone tries to sell him an ice cream, he would scowls madly. Does he look like someone licking some fucking ice balls full of sugar? Ugh. It's so ridiculous. 

He doesn't wear armbands because he thinks he's too good for them. "I don't care if I can't swim, I won't use those damn armbands." 

Honestly, Kid hates how weak he is in the water, so he would stay away from trouble. The ocean makes his voice weak, even his strength is leaving him. And, even if his eyeliner is waterproof, he doesn't want to risk ruining his make up. "I fucking hate water" 

Would end up using his DF to find some metal around and build something with it while you're swimming. It looks like he doesn't care, but secretly, he watches to make sure you're safe. And if you're drowning, then, he'll run to save you so yes, congrats, now you're drowning together. 

Luckily, Killer is not too far.

Killer deserves a break.

Sanji 

Oh, damn... going on a beach date with Sanji is not a good idea. All the women in swimsuits would overwhelm him. Sanji, as he is, wouldn't be able to handle all the women around him, even though you are the prettiest of all the people around.

But the moment you take off your clothes and replace them with your swimsuit, his eyes would be on you all the time because you're the most mesmerizing person in the whole universe. 

He's so proud to introduce you as his s/o to absolutely everyone, yes, even that one person sleeping peacefully under their parasol. "Have you seen how beautiful y/n is?" 

Of course, he would help you apply sunscreen to your skin. Enjoy the massage because his hands are so heavenly smooth and divine. He would clearly take advantage of the situation to place some soft kisses along your collarbone, shoulders, neck, jugular, and down your spines. 

It's clear that Sanji brought his own food to the beach. You can enjoy fresh drinks, ice cream, waffles, cakes, fresh salads, and juicy fruits just for you. He wouldn't let you buy some ice cream from the trader because it's probably disgusting, full of sugar and chemicals. Your body is a temple and cannot be contaminated by non-premium quality food. 

He's probably causing the parents to be angry because he's smoking. But Sanji is nice, so if it was asked politely, he wouldn't mind stubouting his cigarette. 

While you're tanning under the parasol, Sanji is probably laying next to you, with a book explaining all the fish he could buy in the town. 

If you decide to go swimming, of course, he's going with you. As the kind person he's, he wants to make sure you're safe, and if you uncomfortable with your body, he wouldn't mind using his own body as a shield, so no one but he can look at you. 

He's a pure romantic, so prepare yourself for some lovely hugs in the water, with him holding you tight and his hands roaming all over your wet skin. Sweet kisses on your neck. He's not against taking things further, but he's romantic and all the screaming children are ruining the mood. But during the night... yes, he's definitely not against swimming at midnight. 

And if he finds some ugly, green, gummy seaweeds, then, he'll take them back to the Sunny. "Marimo, don't let your children alone at the beach."

Zoro

"Oi, y/n, where are you?"

Well, have you already seen Finding Nemo? Remember about Marlin always asking "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?" Now, you're Marlin and Zoro is your Nemo. 

Do not leave him alone for more than two seconds. Do not leave him buying ice cream for the two of you. Otherwise, the date is ruined. The only thing you will do is ask everyone 'Have you seen a big man with big boobs and green hair?' 

Maybe he'll find the one piece before the end of the day.

"I wasn't lost, your indications weren't clear." 

Zoro's obliviousness means you need to pay close attention to him. Stay close to him and everything will be okay. He's in good shape, so people are probably looking at him with admiration, jealousy, or whatever thoughts come to mind. But he doesn't give a damn, and is probably thinking people are looking at you because you're mesmerizing in your swimsuit. 

He doesn't care about the people wearing swimsuits around him. It's not an event for him. "I won't nose bleed like this shitty twirled-brow." 

He thinks the beach is a good opportunity to train himself. While you're relaxing under the parasol, he's training in the sun. Burpees, push-ups, and even some yoga are used to work his breathing and stability. 

Once he's done, he's all sweaty and wants to swim a bit. If you don't follow him, he'll be swimming until he finds a new island. 

If you're too lazy to swim, he'd be okay with carrying you. If a jellyfish tries to bite your thigh, then, the poor creature is doomed and would end up as a dinner for the crew when you'll get back to the Sunny.

He prefers alcohol over ice cream, of course. It's the best thing to enjoy after swimming and training. While he's drinking, he likes when you rest your head against his chest. On the other hand, he's a bit flustered because Zoro cares about his privacy. But you're too cute, he can't push you away. 

Arms wrapped around your waist while you sleep together. Perfect date for Zoro: training and restlessness. No one would dare trying to steal your stuff because Zoro is used to standing guard on the Sunny, so he would react really quickly. 

At the end of the day, he got the biggest sunburn ever because he forgot to apply sunscreen. Poor Zoro.

Luffy

It's like going to the beach with your overly excited dog. 

He's yelling excitedly, jumping everywhere, laughing loudly, and oh, good luck, he's already running away. You tried to catch his wrist, but it just stretches his arm beyond its limits. Good luck in finding him. 

Well, honestly, if you want to find Luffy, just try to figure out where the food is. He's probably eating some waffles and ice cream, or more precisely, emptying all the stands of their food. 

"Oh Y/N, you're here?" He speaks with his mouth full, obviously. 

Luffy is selfish with food, but he would let you have the last waffle because he loves to see you smile. 

As Zoro, he doesn't give a damn about people in swimsuits. 

If a child has a better rubber ring than him, he's sad. "Y/N, we need to buy a better one! What about this one?" While displaying an extravagant beetle rubber.

He's so happy, with it. Prepare yourself to pull him out the water because while he's watching to find some fish or play with some seaweeds, he would end up falling overboard like the overexcited child he's. 

But drowning wouldn't destroy his joy. Be ready for the sandcastle episode after the rubber ring one. He wants to build the best one. But have you seen his nonexistent artistic skills? His creations wouldn't look great, that's all we can tell. Please, help him building a pretty sandcastle, he's so sad. Poor baby.

"Don't get a sunburn, y/n." While lending you his straw hat. 

"Y/N, have you seen those crabs? Y/N, have you seen how funny this seaweed is? Y/N, have you seen this stone? Oh, Y/N, this cloud looks like Zoro, don't you think?" 

He wants to catch all the crabs and winkles he can find. And would probably end up organizing a crab fight. If his favorite one loses, then the poor baby will be sad again. He's so fluffy when he pouts.

He is eager to try and do everything with you. So you better follow him, because going to the beach with Luffy means you'll never be able to rest peacefully under the parasol. He's too energized to sleep peacefully. 

And if you're sleeping, he would bury you under the sand, so when you wake up, your body is totally covered up, the only thing you can do is moving your toes and head while Luffy laughs loudly and proudly. His laugh is so endearing, you can't be angry with him.

"Gum-Gum… ice-cream stolen" 

Prepare to run away from the guy who is mad at him.

Overall? Not relaxing at all, but funny as hell.

Law

If Luffy is like an overexcited dog, Law is like a cat forced to bathe. Have you already tried bathing a cat? Do you end up with scratches? It's nothing compared to Law.

"Bepo, don't sharpen your claws on the deck!" "What? But it's not me. It's Law, Y/N decided to bring him to the beach. They had to drag him to the ground. 

Yes, Law probably hates the beach. It's a noisy place with noisy people, the food smells bad, the children are annoying, and the sand is irritating. And please, the sea is like the toilet for the fish and all those disgusting people. He's so pissed off to be here. 

"Why me, Y/N-ya?"

"Aren't you happy? The sun is beautiful today! You need to take some breaks from your work." 

His sole response would be an annoyed scowl. 

Ain't no way for him to wear a swimsuit. He's conserving all his clothing, even the hat. And he's standing under the parasol with his arms crossed. All the people around are probably avoiding him, and that's for the best because a 'room, shambles' could happen really fast if they dare to make a comment about his non-appropriate clothes. 

Law would remind you to apply sunscreen on a regular basis.  And he wouldn't mind applying it himself. He loves the feeling of your skin against his palms, it feels like heaven. 

He would remind you to drink water frequently. And to wet your neck before swimming. Certainly, he's watching closely the entire time. He may be mad, but he cares about you. Prepare yourself to have a shadow following you everywhere. If you're too far from him, he'll use his DF to bring you back to him.

"Please, help me, my child needs a doctor!" He's annoyed as hell. Even at the beach, work is still pursuing him. Of course, if someone asked for a doctor, he would help. He's frustrated because he can't take care of someone and keep an eye on you at the same time.

If you give him onigiri, he will look like a child: pouting while eating silently. 

"Y/n-ya, don't touch this, it's a toxic seaweed.", "y/n-ya, come here, you have to stay hydrated."

He would lend you his own hat if you forgot yours, while he's standing under the parasol. "Do not lose my hat." 

No swimming for him. He'll stay away from the cursed water. Just like Kid, ain't no way for him to wear armbands. And if you Try to throw some water on his face, he would look like a wet cat: shocked and angry. Beware, he yowls.

Overall? You had fun. And even if Law acts annoyed all the time, secretly, he would love to have a break day with you.  On his desk, he would keep the beautiful shell you found on the beach and give it to him.

[grandlinedreams]

Hii I just found out about your blog today! I really like your writing 🤭 Can I request a straw hat reader and law trying to keep their relationship a secret but they failed. Then the reaction from both crews! Thank you!

Hi bb!! Thank-you, I'm honored!! 🥺💖 but oh absolutely!! I hope this is to your liking, bb! (Ig this is a little non-canon? indeterminate setting)

Palm up, you stare at the little square of white that inches across your skin at a steady pace. There are limits to vivre cards, you know that ㅡ but you can't help but silently will everything involved to move faster.

"You're not sneaky, you know." You whirl, finding Nami leaning against the doorway with an amused look on her face, arms folded across her chest.

"I don't know what you mean," you say warily, mentally kicking yourself for pulling the paper out without making sure you wouldn't be spotted with it, even as your fingers close around it protectively.

Nami's head tilts. "That secret candy stash," she says, "you're not very good at hiding it. You're just lucky that Luffy hasn't figured out where to look yet."

"Oh," you answer, trying not to sound too relieved that she doesn't mean the vivre card you've been watching for the last ten minutes. "Right. I'll have to move it around, then."

Nami studies you silently for a moment in which you're almost certain she knows, but then she pulls from the doorway with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting up with the Heart Pirates, so you might want to come out and join us before Luffy figures that something is up."

"Right behind you," you answer, waiting until she turns to put the vivre card away and moving to follow. Outside, you're just in time to watch the swell of waves break, exposing gleaming yellow metal.

"There they are!" Luffy crows excitedly from where he's perched atop his usual seat, waving to the Polar Tang despite the fact that nobody can see him yet.

"Remind me why we're still letting them hang around?" Zoro asks and you turn towards him, though Robin answers for you.

"Because it's important to keep good relations with our allies." She glances towards you. "You agree, don't you?"

You swear there's something in her gaze, a glint of amusement that runs deeper than watching you fumble to agree.

"Whatever," huffs Zoro. "Still think that guy's full of himself."

You bite your tongue, waiting until you're certain you won't say something you regret. "Luffy is our Captain, Zoro. If he trusts them, then we should too."

You feel a lot more than trust towards Trafalgar Law. But though it's gotten easier to keep those feelings under lock and key, it's still hard to not want to bounce forward and fling your arms around him the way Luffy does.

"Traffy!! Good to see you!"

"I've told you to stop calling me that, Strawhat," Law grouses, struggling to free himself from the rubber man's grip. "And get off me!"

Luffy seems far from upset by Law's greeting, cheerful grin still wide and bright as he lets go to offer the same greeting to Bepo, just a few feet behind his Captain.

You pretend not to notice when Law glances at you, your own attention pointedly fixed on some obscure point until you can't feel the weight of his gaze anymore. Only then do you lett yourself look back at him, fingers twitching at the memory of his vivre card on your palm.

ㅡ

Luffy's plan for the ally rendezvous ends up being to anchor both the Sunny and the Polar Tang at the back coast of a nearby island with the intent to keep either crew from being spotted and recognized. (It's more Law's idea, but all he does is roll his eyes when Luffy repeats it with much more enthusiasm.)

After that it's a blur of cooking food in the kitchen, platters laden down with piles of food and lowered down onto the beach, where a bonfire (small and carefully contained) is going at Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper's request.

"Is there a reason you're avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," you say from where you're picking up dry kindling for the bonfire. "Didn't we agree not to tell either of our crews we're together?"

"True," Law agrees as he approaches, "but I hardly think pretending that I don't exist at all is going to work either. They'll think you hate me."

"I think Zoro has that covered," you mumble. "But you know I don't hate you, Law."

"I do?" There's a hint of amusement in his tone, smirk tugging at his lips. He's teasing you, the jerk. "Could have fooled me."

You roll your eyes. "What if you're the one who hates me? Hm?"

He approaches, the height difference all the clearer for how he seems to tower over you, even as he leans down. "Hate is the furthest word from how I feel about you."

You've only shared a handful of kisses with Law and each time, you've been the one to initiate them. Perhaps a testament to how he's missed you, Law leans in, lips pressing against yours.

Your eyes close, and you're tempted to drop the bundle of wood in your hands in favor of curling them into his shirt ㅡ only to break apart at the same time as Law at the sound of your Captain's voice in tandem with Bepo's.

"Hey Traffy!! Where'd you go?"

"Captain? Captain!"

Law sighs. "So much for that," he says, pulling away from you completely and turning back in the direction that he'd come from. "Don't take too long coming back either, or they'll think you got eaten by a Sea King."

Watching his back, it's only then that you realize he's somehow eased the bundle of sticks from your grip and walked away with it ㅡ effectively leaving you with zero reason as to why you'd left in the first place.

"Jerk," you mutter, but you're smiling, bringing a hand up to trace your lips and the lingering warmth.

ㅡ

Sunset is a milky blend of reds and oranges, vibrant against the deep blue of the sea, inciting a deeper sense of contentment that makes you dig your feet into the sunwarmed sand.

"Comfortable?" Law seats himself beside you without preamble, the brush of his arm against yours intentional. You debate for a moment before you lean against him, gaze flicking upward to watch his lips curve into a softer smile when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I am now," you mumble, let your eyes drift shut as you try to commit this to memory. "I wish we saw each other more."

There's a deeper meaning to it, a wholly selfish want for something more stable than what you have ㅡ going months at a time without sreing each other, vivre cards the only way of guaranteed safety. (It isn't safety, not really. Just the reassurance that the other is still alive.)

"I know." Law answers. "...every time I hear about whatever stunt you lot have pulled, I check your vivre card." Another deeper meaning, vulnerability where he usually can't afford it. "We could tell them, you know."

You snort. "Tell them what? 'Sorry, we've been dating behind your back for the last two years?'"

"You're dating Traffy?"

You feel Law tense under your head at Luffy's voice, and you turn to find him staring at the two of you.

Shit.

"Luffy, I, uhㅡ"

"Yes," Law cuts in, "we are." It startles you, how freely he's admitting to it now when he's the one who wanted to be so damn careful about it.

"Oh," Luffy says. And then he grins. "That's so cool! I mean, as long as you're not gonna steal [Name] and make them join you all the time."

You wonder if somewhere down the line, you've hit your head and entered a different dimension. Surely you have, for Law to be so blasé in admitting to your relationship and Luffy ㅡ well, that's on par for him.

Luffy takes it a step further, however, turning and cupping his hands around his mouth. "You guys!! Did you know Traffy and [Name] were dating?"

You flinch, Law's expression unreadable as there's an answering call ㅡ Shachi.

"No offense Captain, but we figured it out last year!"

"I thought they seemed awful chummy! Congrats, you two!" Nami.

And then Luffy is bounding off back to the others, and your shoulders slump. "Well, that was a lot of worry for nothing," you lament, though you reach for Law's hand, lacing your fingers before you stand, tugging him to his feet. "Come on, boyfriend. We have some explaining to do."

[portgasdwrld]

Hello! I read older posts where you mentioned you weren't a fan of your writing. I think you're awesome though! Love your work. c:

I have a suggestion, if you happen to like it. Could we get Zoro (and any other characters) with a shy and aloof female reader who can't figure out they're being flirted with, even though they share the same feelings?

👩🏻‍💻Hey!! Thank you so much for your sweet words it means a lot to me🫶🏻✨ I’m super happy you love it! And yes ofc no problem!! I love the idea 🤭

📂 Zoro+ oblivious shy/aloof reader to his flirting

Featuring: Zoro+ f!reader Warning: none, fluff Note: I rewrote it and very much prefer this version, I hope you do as much as me

Zoro was never the type of man to be outspoken about his feelings

His flirting is somewhat a bit clumsy and he gets frustrated with himself easily. He gets embarrassed by being open with how he feels.

It doesn’t help when you are clearly not reading in between the lines...

He even wonders if you are doing it intentionally to mess with him, but when you just give him a confused look or go on about your day like nothing happened, he questions himself 😭

A sigh leaves the swordsman's lips as his back leans against the railing of the deck. His thoughts wander and they always come back to one thing bothering him: you.

He starts to doubt himself as most of his flirting attempt were fails. A week ago, he complimented your outfit ,but you simple threw a short thanks with a smile as you walked away. Wednesday when he sat next you for dinner and brushed his arm against yours, you just apologized with a blush and slightly took your distance. Yesterday, when he asked to talk to you, but you stuttered a bunch of words and got away from him by grabbing Nami's arm.

He knew better than abandoning. In fact, ever since his feelings for you were revealed to him, all he could think of, was you. You occupied his mind when it wasn't focused on training, he found himself longing to hug you and smile when you do. Although, he thought about not pursuing you, scared it would ruin his focus on his goal. It was in vain, as he realized you were always very supportive of his goal and even cheered him to train harder and achieve his dream. He appreciate it a lot.

The sun is slowly setting on the Sunny, the golden light illuminating the boat. He looks far away, a hand on his swords and his head turns in your direction as your laugh echoes through the ship.

You are playing a card game with Robin, killing time before its time for supper.

His lips naturally curve into a discreet smile as he observes you complain about some move Robin did. You were accusing her of cheating with her ability, sulking over your lost as she quickly denies it with a chuckle. As he watches you, he notices that you did something different with your hair and decide to use it to his advantage.

He approaches you with his usual blank expression, but he slightly hesitate in his steps which caught Robins attention. You smile noticing his presence.

-What brings you here! Wanna play?

You ask him as you show him quickly the pack of cards in your hands with your infamous grin.

-Nah, I’m good. You..you did something new with your hair?

-Oh, yeah! You noticed? Robin said it looked good.

You reply in an excited tone as you touch your hair.

-Yeah, you’re pretty.

-Thanks! I appreciate it

You say with a slight blush due to the compliment, but an awkward silence falls. Zoro stays silent for a moment as he thinks of what he could ad to the conversation but you open your mouth first.

- By the way,..umm I'm sorry about yesterday, i hope it wasn't something important?

You trail avoiding to stare at him as you remember how you embarrassingly ran away too nervous to talk to him. When he pulled you to the side, his eyes staring deeply into yours, you felt like you couldn't breath for a moment. You didn't want him to obviously figure out you like him...

Robin gazes at Zoro before looking at you a small teasing smirk appearing on her lips.

-Oh...Yeah...I was hoping to talk to you, but...uh.

He says as his face gets red. He clearly hates the facts that Robin is here enjoying the little show while you are still oblivious to his advances.

-It can wait

-We can talk now if you want. We were done with our game anyway.

-I have to do something first, but you can meet me in the crow-nest in about 5 minutes?

He lies trying to give himself some time to think about what he's going to say. You nod agreeing with your usual smile that he loves so much.

-Alright then see ya

You watch him leave, curious about what he wants to speak with you. You shrug your shoulders ready to leave too, but Robin is looking at you with a small teasing smirk.

-What?

-Nothing~

She retorts sweetly before waving you off.

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The dark sky slowly sets over the head of the Strawhats as the delicious smell of the food fills everyone nostrils. You enter your room to put away your card and as you are about to leave, you take a moment to breath. You didn't notice how nervous you are until you felt your breath getting a little shaky.

Arrived at the location, you open the door and see him sat not too far from the window. He’s looking away but as he notices your presence, he invites you to sit besides him.

-The food smells good

You say breaking the silence. He nods and looks outside again. At around the same moment, an insect fly inside and run directly in your face, making you panic a little. Zoro is quick to catch it and throw it away, making sure you are fine at the same time.

-You’re okay?

-Yeah, it’s just a small insect, I'm good.

-Wait

He gets closer to you and clumsily fix your hair with the use of his fingers.

-Cool

He concludes with a small satisfied smile as he finishes placing your hair. You look up at him with a blush, eyes connecting with his. Zoro clears his throat as he leans back while you stare at your nervous fingers. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare now at your friend.

-So, what did you want to talk about?

You see him hesitate as he opens his mouth but close it quickly. His gaze shift from you to the view outside. He sighs and with a blush spread on his tanned cheeks, he finally speaks.

-I like you

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, not expecting this at all. You furrow your eyebrows as your hand naturally covers your pounding heart.

-What??Since when!?

You ask completely confused. He chuckles a little astonished to your true shock to his confession. You really didn't notice his flirting tactics.

-I thought I made it obvious

-No?? How??

-Uh...with compliments.

-Zoro...

-I don't compliment anyone like the cook, I genuinely think you are pretty.

You gasp a little hiding your face in your hands, half of you not believing this is real and half of you realizing the cause of his strange behavior. You let your hands fall on your laps as you giggle.

-You're so bad at flirting

You joke to try to calm yourself down. Both of you start laughing as he admits it with a nod.

-You are so dense though

-Pfff, not at all

-You clearly can't take a hint

-Wha-

-Y/N SWANNNN, It's time to eat!

You are interrupted by Sanji's scream that startle you a little.

-Look like dinner is ready

Zoro concludes as he prepares himself to stand up, but you quickly grab his forearm pulling him down. You close the distance and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looks at you surprised, but he slowly start to smile.

-I like you too

[lawva-girl]

Portrait Photography headcanons

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Nami, Perona

total wc: 1600(ish)

Mainly fem reader, Its gender neutral in reality buuut i dislike the idea of men reading this.... (photography opinions let me know if you want to hear me yap about it)

Luffy:

•as soon as he finds out ur a photographer he begs to see your work, if it’s printed he’ll prob ask for a copy (i just see him as a collector!)

• won’t ask you to take pics of him but one day he’s messing around on the deck of the sunny and ussop brings out water balloons

• seeing him slightly wet, and running around with no shirt on… motivated you.

• you take a couple shots and look, immediately realizing you need to print some!

• the photos show off his physique, not too big but definitely toned. His hair is wet and sticks to his head a little, plus he has a small sunburn coming on, giving him a natural blush. He’s sporting a cocky smile that only comes on when he’s being competitive, and he looks handsome enough to kill.

• zoro is interested in the print (i know what you are zoro) buuut luffy wants nothing to do with pictures of himself.

Zoro:

•HATES being on camera

• he will always be sleeping in any shots you get of him. Unfortunate but it is what it is

• he thinks you look great while taking photos though, and will watch you watch others.

• he admires the focus you have, but also loves to test it. Calling your name when he sees you take your final action before the shot, scaring you when you are looking through your viewfinder, covering the lens of your camera… he’ll mess with you endlessly

• everytime you catch him, you of course get mad and he just laughs (bring back zoro laughing) and walks away from you.

• but to get back at him, you snap a few photos of his back as he walks away..

• and wow does that man have a back, the muscles are so toned and big that you can see each one clearly through his shirt, dabs of sweat rest on his neck, where his tanned skin looks like it is glowing. Thankfully you used the right exposure to capture the details in his arms as well, with tiny scars dotting his skin like freckles. He’s looking to the side, with a beer bottle in hand. It’s just enough that you can see his profile, but not his entire face. The bottle is straight up in the sky as liquid is held in place (in the photo) against his lips… it’s definitely a picture you would keep just for you.

• zoro discovers a print and slices it 20 ways before discarding it into the sea. He doesn’t realize that you have more copies, and digital back ups :)

Sanji:

•he would def object to you taking any photo of him, arguing that you should be photographed instead

• silly boy abt seeing his pics

• ofc would love and support you

• would ask to be taught how to take pictures good so he could take them of you instead

• but he wouldn’t mind seeing like action shots of himself cooking

• hed prob be like “this is how you see me Cherie?” Jaw dropped maybe

• I think he might get an ego about it if zoro was in the room….

• once again they would be action shots of him cooking, closeups on his hands cutting things or seasoning meat perchance..

• he’d always look focused and his cigarette smoke would reaaaally set the mood of the collection I think

• the final photo (of like the session of collection of them) would HAVE to be the final plating of the dish.

• side note sanji would absolutely relate to you, creating things is human nature and (if you were a photographer) he would relate to that soooo much, taking things that exist already and making them more beautiful or enhanced and possibly an experience is something he understands I think….

Law:

•BIGGEST HATER

•he would blush and shy away from the camera

• prob get angry as well

• he would always be behind you when the camera is out, like DEtermined to not be in any shots

• I think it comes from, perchance, a fear of being perceived? Like he feels like he doesn’t deserve to be around so he tries to avoid any proof of it maybe (pls kill me if you disagree)

• he would compliment your work very technically, for instance “you picked the perfect exposure for this shot” and whatnot

• I think he’d try to be objective about it all

• the vibe of photography for documentation rather than photography purely as an art form

• but I think he would show you the photos in his medical books, of like diseases and cells and bodies, and ask you what you thought

•kinda a means of learning about why you like photography, but also because it’s actually changing the way he thinks about even the most basic of pictures he sees

• obvi eventually you would sneak a couple of photos of him, while he would clean his figures or coins, whenever he was distracted pretty much

• the first time, you told him right away and asked if he wanted them to be deleted. But when he saw the faces you had captured his brain like clicked in place

• hed look focused, with a slight smile and soft ish eyes, his hair fell in the perfect way somehow and you truly thought he was the most handsome guy on the planet

• the photos would have an air of “crazy man surrounded by silly things” (pls ignore this if it sound crazy I have such a specific vision in my head)

• I think he wouldn’t react, at first, but later he’d look at them again and slowly understand how you saw him, and how it wasn’t a crime to just exist with the things and ppl he liked

Kid:

•he would force you to take pictures of him.

• like genuinely force… he would touch up his own makeup, pick out a wardrobe, give you notes on the vibe and lighting he wanted, it would be a full week of work

• I just know he isn’t shy in any way and would keep copies hanging on the wall, they came out great so you would keep a smaller version in your wallet (hehe)

• he would Not let you take all of the credit (def would tell people it was all his idea)

• I think he’d try to sell them somewhere, but the price would be too high and no one would buy them

• at the end of the day he cherished them so much bc it was an excuse to hang out with you and flirt and stuff, not that he would need an excuse to do it

• he also would love to see you working the camera and any lighting apparatus, reminding him of you drooling over him while he would work on his stuff

• now he gets to drool over you :D

Nami:

•the camera LOVES her

• in this fake world you took her bounty picture, and you and her made them into cards to sell (like you would for an idol or whatnot)

• she loves having intimate moments with you though, and those photos would NEVER see the outside of her room.

• they are kept under lock and key so none of the gross boys will see them, it’s just for you and Nami to love and appreciate eachother

• I think she would force you to let her take shots of you, with her being so beautiful it was easy for you to self deprecate, and she wanted to hear no more of it

• she would prove to you how beautiful you were, getting all the right angles and lighting

• seeing the pics she would take of you def would change ur mind about yourself, if Nami, BEAUTIFUL Nami could see you in that way how could you not?

• I think beyond that the two of you would take pics of the guys on the ship doing stupid stuff, like luffy hitting zoro on accident or something

• you two would share in those moments, glances, touches, laughter, you and Nami were meant to last

Perona:

•she would love taking pics of you, with you, and you taking pics of her? She would love every bit of it

• she would get annoyed if you invited anyone else to the two of y’all’s sessions, even if she knew it was just friendly

• I think she would get jealous if you took pictures of other people, turning into her whiny mode if you did

• she would strive to be your muse, wearing creative outfits and doing her hair and makeup in fun and pretty ways to catch your attention

• ofc it would work everytime, and you would go running to her

• Perona always looked amazing in pictures (and she would LOVE when you include her ghosts) so you always wanted to take pics of her

• I think the relationship between you two would grow a bit like artist obsessed and muse… I feel like she’s kinda crazy and would like lowkey manipulate you into it? But I mean I believe reader is smart enough to be aware of it but choose to play into it

• she would show off to zoro and mihawk, something something “I have a relationship and you two aren’t even close to getting one” followed by her cute ass laugh

(THANK YOU SO MUCH @head-empty-just-ace YOU SAVED ME)

[sanjifucker42069]

Hit Me? Sanji x Reader

Word count: about 1.2k 

Bro….the dodgeball game…sanji is so stupid, pathetic wet cat of a man coded...I wanted to throttle him. I want to hit this man with my 2003 ford prius yoda style. I want to chew on him like a squeaky toy

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy handed teasing, you wanna make sanji cry apparently, VERY SUGGESTIVE, use of the word cock lol, semi-nsfw, no fucking tho…unless? 👀👀👀 sanji might be semi ooc, I am obsessed with the idea of a reader that sanji doesn't have the usual chivalry towards?? Like bless him he'd try, but you're just such a shit.

“Why yeah it'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like!”

Oh. Now wasn't that intriguing?

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Sanji sulked on the sidelines, fiddling with a lightly crumpled cigarette. Taking pity on him you sat down next to him. Sanji shot you a lazy grin, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. You smiled back, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“I should be mad at you, you could cost us the match.” You joked. Sanji grumbled, his words unintelligible. He could barely make out that ‘you wouldn't understand’ and ‘that he was weak okay!’

You laughed, eyes turning back to watch the match in front of you. You didn't feel too defeated, you trusted your captain. 

“It's okay Ji. I don't think anyone could've gotten out faster than I did! You still did good!”

Sanji turned to you, hearts dancing in his eyes. “And who would dare throw balls at such beauty?! A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't have even had to partake in such a barbaric display.”

“You saying I can't handle some balls? I happen to be very good at handling them.” You teased. The result was instantaneous, Sanji biting back a perverted laugh, a cute blush on his cheeks.

“Oh angel, really? I didn't expect you to be so saucy.”

There were many things that were undeniably true about you; You were in no way one of the stronger straw hats, you loved a good dirty joke, and you loved nothing more than making your little love cook squirm. If Sanji wanted to pretend all women were angels capable of no wrong, well, who were you to take advantage of that?

You feigned innocence, even cocking your head. “What do you mean? I didn't drop it once.”  

Sanji squirmed, avoiding your gaze. You wanted to crack and snort loudly at his cute face. Instead you pursed your lips in thought.

“Love! I…uh-” he cut off when you couldn't hold it in anymore, a raucous laugh escaping you. He watched you slap your knee like it was the funniest thing in the world. He pouted. “(Name) that's not fair.”

“Oh relax, you big baby.” You cooed. 

A steady silence resumed between you two, watching the match with bated breath. Things weren't looking so good. As the enemies advanced on Zoro, Chopper, and Luffy, so did you with your own attack.

“So.” You began. Sanji hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focused on the field. You paused. Was this really the time to flirt with the man? Probably not, but you were nothing if not an opportunist. You grinned at him, exaggerating his swooning.

“It'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like, hmm?”

‘You were a lady!’ Sanji reminded himself, trying to bite back a growl. You just loved to get under his skin, didn't you? He was flushed in embarrassment. It's not like he wanted to lose the match! It's not his fault he had a weakness for pretty women! 

The crowd was aroar, you could hear your crew shouting. Oh. Zoro was out. Sanji began yelling at the swordsman, before he turned his attention back to you.

“So?” Sanji tried to sound unaffected. Your cute giggles reached his ears. Seriously! You were such a little tease, so cute, but so unattainable. You seemed to love riling him up, and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. He wasn't used to women not only reciprocating, but flirting back at a rate that made him dizzy. 

Honestly, the both of you needed to stop being cowards and just confess already.

“Who's the ‘saucy’ one now? You're out here parading your little masochist streak.”

“I am not!” He blustered.

“Where were you hoping they'd hit anyway?” You purred out the question. Sanji tried ignoring you, focusing on the match, but he was one man! One currently very weak man.

You pouted. “I was just joking, Ji. Your kinks are your own. I'm not here to shame you for it.”

“It's not a kink!” He argued. You were relishing this. Sanji was always such a gentleman, so giving and dedicated to worshipping women. And yet, you, you were one of the only women you'd ever seen him snap at and lose his cool with, his hot temper getting the better of him.

Taking advantage of this you leant closer, your thighs touching. Sanji snapped out of his anger, eyes darting to where your half naked leg pressed against his long suit trouser-clad one. Too caught up in where you were touching him, he didn't notice how close your lips were to his ear.

“So you wouldn't like it if that pretty Porche lady pelted you with those dodgeballs? Or tied you up? Or manhandled you to make you be a good boy?”

Sanji was sweating, his heart eyes betraying him. Yeah, you knew your chef. You dropped your voice lower, bracing one hand on his chest.

“Forget hitting, what if she stepped on you? Would you like that, Sanji?”

The man in question whined, quiet pants escaped him, his eyes swirling with lust. He let his eyes fall closed, the dodgeball match long forgotten. Bingo! You felt yourself grow wet. Yes, you were a bad guy! It's just so easy to rile him up. Besides, Sanji would never spare you a passing glance, clear that you annoyed him. So what was the harm in airing out your frustrations like this?

“Love.” He gulped, shuffling around to change how he sat. You grinned at him wickedly. His reactions were so cute, you definitely overstepped the line.

“You didn't answer the question, cook. What if she stepped on your cock, hmm? Only lightly, of course, wouldn't wanna damage the goods.”

Sanji made a noise halfway between a groan and a choking sound, his hand darting up to grab the one you had pressed against his chest. You startled. You could see it in his eyes, the disgust, that unmistakable look of discomfort. Of course he wouldn't want to discuss this kind of stuff with you! You were one of the guys!

“Shit.” You withdrew your hand, not noticing how Sanji's tried to grab you. You'd definitely overstepped the line! “I'm so sorry Sanji, that was completely uncalled for.”

“Love.” He rasped. You were flustered, trying desperately not to stare at him.

The crowd was aroar, people around you jumping and shouting. You looked for a way out. 

Wait? What the fuck?

A brown ball of fluff was lying crumpled on the court lines. 

“Chopper! Oh shit!” You yelled, hurriedly getting to your feet. “Sanji I'm so sorry, I- you can yell at me about this later, I promise.” 

Sanji watched you speed off, hurriedly running to their youngest member. He sighed out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You were going to be the death of him! You'd made him so hard, so quick, and then, like a true tease dashed off before he could properly engage anything. When would you realise that it was you he wanted to treat him like that?

Later? 

Yeah. Yeah he could yell about it later. 

Right now, he needed a fucking smoke and a cold shower.

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Looks like lingerie part 3 is coming i promise ;-; I'm just having trouble writing it ;-; here's a little drabble instead I do have SOOOOO many drabbles I've worked on in the mean time though?

[adozowa]

CHAPTER 1 EP 3

Male reader (STILL being mistaken as a woman but then corrects everyone)

|| violent themes,cussing,mention of one genital ||

Masterlist of greed series :: 💵💲

Word count: 1.1k

This was quite the situation. You found yourself with the Straw Hat Pirates as they prepared to leave the island, heading back to the ship, but your mind was clouded. You wrestled with a dilemma—should you use these people for information, resources, or simply for the fun of it all? Yet, amidst the self-serving thoughts, an odd idea crept in. What if you actually wanted to stay with them? Go with them for real?

You shook your head, dismissing the foolish notion with a laugh. “Ridiculous,” you muttered, refocusing your thoughts. The mission was clear—gather what you could from them: information, goods, and maybe a little amusement. Yet, it seemed your behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed, particularly by that blonde-haired cook who had been watching you a bit too closely.

“Oh, my sweet!” Sanji called out dramatically, his heart-shaped eyes practically glowing as he strutted toward you. “Is something troubling you? Perhaps someone? I would be honored to help you with whatever you desire!~” His flirtatious tone was unmistakable as he approached with a skip in his step.

You raised an eyebrow at him, suppressing a chuckle. "What was your name again? I never caught it. Besides ‘ero cook.’" You quipped, teasing him.

Sanji’s eyes widened, and with a flamboyant twirl, he practically sang, “Ohhh, Mellorine! Is it possible you’re interested in me?~♡ It's Sanji, my divine lady, at your service!” He knelt before you dramatically, professing his undying admiration as if he were ready to propose on the spot.

Before you could react further, the swordsman, Zoro, rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, clearly preparing to hurl insults at the lovestruck cook. You raised your hand, signaling Zoro to stop. His frown deepened, but he relented, closing his mouth begrudgingly.

You smirked slightly, thinking about how gullible this Sanji was. You could probably get all kinds of favors from him without much effort. Still, you were tired of playing this game. Time to put an end to it. "Sanji," you started, a deadpan expression settling on your face, "I have some news that you’re really not going to like."

Sanji, who had been stacking crates while still sneaking glances at you, froze. His eyes widened in concern. “What’s wrong, my dear? Is something troubling you? No matter, you will always be perf—"

"I'm a dude," you interrupted flatly, not allowing him to finish. The revelation hung in the air as Sanji stiffened, his eyes widening further in shock. It was as though Medusa herself had turned him to stone.

"P-pardon...?" he stammered, his cigarette almost falling from his lips. You kept your tone emotionless. "I’m a man. A he, a him, I have a dick."

Sanji's world shattered in an instant. He collapsed to the ground, hitting his head repeatedly, wailing in despair. "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!" he cried pathetically. Zoro, now unable to hold back, burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

“BWAHAHA! You got played, ero-cook!” Zoro sneered, finding immense pleasure in the cook’s misery.

"SHUT UP!" Sanji barked through his sobs, and the two were instantly at each other’s throats, their foreheads smashing together in anger. Their argument grew louder and louder until, with a sharp crack, Nami smacked both of them on the head, knocking them to the ground.

“Honestly,” Nami sighed, hands on her hips. She then turned to you, her tone apologetic. “Sorry about their stupidity.”

"Ah, no worries," you replied, trying to avoid the same fate as Sanji and Zoro, their heads still throbbing from Nami's hit.

As they continued to prepare for departure, a blue-haired woman—Neferati Vivi—helped with the final arrangements. You stayed back, organizing a few things. When it seemed they were almost ready to leave, you tried to excuse yourself. "It seems you’re leaving. Well, I suppose this is goodbye—"

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Luffy suddenly grabbed your hand, dragging you along. “Come on, you’re coming with us!” he shouted enthusiastically.

"Huh? Wait—"

"Luffy, we can’t just trust him right away!" the crew protested, voices rising in disbelief. Nami, who was usually the voice of reason, sighed but gave in as soon as you pulled out a bag of berri.

"AH YES, YOU’RE ACCEPTED!" she sang, gladly accepting the money with a smile.

"NOT YOU TOO, NAMI!" the rest of the crew groaned in unison, sweat dropping as Luffy continued to pull you toward the ship.

As the group raced to escape the approaching marine ships, you were quickly swept aboard the Going Merry. The reindeer doctor, Chopper, hovered nearby, clearly curious about you but too shy to engage immediately. You felt a vibration from your silk robes—a call. Excusing yourself from the group, you answered your Den Den Mushi.

“Do you copy, Commander Greed?” came a voice from the other end, formal and precise.

“Don’t call me Commander,” you replied coldly. “Yes, I copy.”

The marine on the other line gave a quick update about Alabasta and your unexpected situation aboard the Straw Hat’s ship. “The Gorosei have requested that you gather as much information as possible,” they finished, emphasizing the importance of the mission.

Treasure was promised if you succeeded. The offer made you smile. This would be an interesting journey indeed.

Returning to the crew, you caught the eye of Robin, the raven-haired woman you’d saved earlier. She smiled kindly and waved, and for a moment, the tension eased. But it didn’t last long. Usopp, the sniper, approached, clearly nervous about interviewing you. However, the more you responded in your commanding tone, the more panicked he became, cutting the interview short with a look of sheer terror.

Chopper, hugging Zoro’s leg, exclaimed, “Amazing! He managed to pressure Usopp into quitting!”

Zoro, glaring at you suspiciously, muttered, “He seems like trouble.” His eyes never left you, watching your every move as if you were a threat.

You smirked and approached him. “Greetings again. If you don’t remember, the name’s Greed.”

Zoro barely acknowledged you. “Zoro. Now leave me alone,” he replied coldly, clearly unimpressed. Winning over this crew was going to be a challenge, but you loved a good challenge.

As the sun set and the sky painted itself in shades of orange and pink, you stood near the ship’s railing, lost in thought. The serene scene was interrupted by a gentle poke on your leg. Looking down, you saw Chopper nervously fidgeting.

“Uh... Greed-sama? Could I ask you a favor?” Chopper asked timidly.

You softened your expression and smiled. "Sure, Chopper. What is it?"

He shyly led you to the back of the ship, and before you knew it—SPLAT—a pie hit your face. Usopp’s laughter rang through the air as Chopper chuckled nervously beside him. The prank was obvious, but your patience had limits. Slowly wiping the cream from your face, you glared at Usopp, who immediately fainted out of fear.

This was definitely going to be a long adventure.

[agoodroughandtumble]

Like the Stars in the Sky - Roronoa Zoro x Reader Part 9

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Warning: 18+. Language, implied smut

Summary: A companion piece, and continuation of, A Man of Little Words

A/N: [Part 1]; [A Man of Little Words]

Zoro took the frown on your face as a sign that his attempt at light-heartedness hadn’t exactly gone to plan. But then, he supposed, you’d asked a stupid question anyway so it wasn’t entirely his fault. He groaned inwardly. This was ridiculous. He was a grown adult and yet here he was stumbling over his words as if the ability to speak was a foreign concept.

Fucking sake. Fucking...you. Everything had been fine. Everything had made sense until you had decided to make him fall in love with you.

He regarded your expression curiously, trying to work out what you were thinking yet failing miserably. But he did notice the way the moonlight illuminated your features. All that achieved was to make him want to kiss you again. His heart jumped at the thought, and he took a long, steadying breath. The longer the silence engulfed the two of you the more he was becoming convinced going after you had a been a terrible idea.

Fuck it. The silence had gone on for too long. “Are we…?” he stopped, not entirely sure where his sentence was going. Are we what? Fine? Obviously you weren’t. Obviously everything between the two of you was almost irreparably fucked.

You shuffled forward slightly, repeating his words expectantly.

Zoro cleared his throat and shook his head slightly – an attempt to shake off his feelings as well. Right. He was making a decision. “You should get some sleep.” He said bluntly before turning around and heading back towards the crow’s nest, clenching and unclenching his fists as he went and trying desperately to convince himself that this was the right thing to do.

*

TWO DAYS LATER

Yesterday the Sunny had docked at a new island, and thankfully the exploration had provided enough distraction that you had managed to almost completely avoid Zoro. The lack of proximity had provided some much needed clarity. Maybe, probably, your feelings were always going to be unrequited. That was just going to have to be good enough. You couldn’t make Zoro reciprocate, but you could protect your heart – as long as you managed to continue to ignore him.

“Berry for your thoughts?”

You smiled as Nami sat down on the sand beside you. After an afternoon of wandering the small coastal town you were now relaxing on the beach with a few bottles of beer. Several feet away you could hear Zoro and Sanji arguing as the cook prepared a barbecue – not that you were giving the swordsman any of your attention.

“I’m alright,” you replied and held up your beer bottle clink against hers, “Got a beer, got a view.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You frowned at her. “What?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that you and Zoro haven’t been within ten feet of each other for days.”

You cursed inwardly and took a swig of your beer. If anyone was going to notice your change in behaviour it would be Nami. “Maybe he’s just being unusually annoying.” You tried to sound nonchalant.

Nami’s raised eyebrow told you she clearly wasn’t convinced, and knowing her she wasn’t going to let this go easily. She was far too intuitive for your liking.

“It’s nothing,” you let out a sigh, “Literally nothing is going on with us.”

“Ah,” Nami nodded, “So that’s what’s wrong.”

Oh shit. “Wait, it’s not like that.” You could feel your cheeks flushing and ran a hand through your hair. You had definitely put your foot in it now.

“Hmm. That’s not what I heard.”

Your eyes widened. “What have you heard? What’s he said?”

Nami smirked, “So you do like him.”

“Oh fuck off.” You nudged her shoulder with your own and then let out a deep sigh. “Is it that obvious?”

The redhead hummed in thought. “To me, yes. Everyone else? I’d be surprised.” She smiled wickedly at you, “I’m sure Sanji will be heartbroken.

You rolled your eyes, a hint of a smirk gracing your lips. “I’m sure he’ll cope.”

An easy silence fell on the two of you, and you let your gaze briefly linger on Zoro – still arguing with Sanji. It was one of the few times the swordsman was remotely animated. You chewed your lips in thought. It had been torturous avoiding him so you were going to allow yourself a few moments of indulgence. Thankfully he seemed oblivious to your staring.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

Nami’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you began to fiddle awkwardly with your bottle. It had been hard enough admitting your feelings to yourself let alone anyone else. Nami knew – but there was a huge difference between her knowing and you telling. “Am I an idiot?”

“Not for having feelings, but yes, obviously if you’re trying to pretend you don’t.”

You groaned and turned your gaze back to the ocean in front of you. “So what am I supposed to do?”

Nami rolled her eyes, “You tell him.”

[fenikorg-talks]

ZoSan - Music and Lyrics AU

Musician!Zoro and Compositor!Sanji

ok, hear me out: musician!Zoro and compositor!Sanji, BUT they don’t know each other. 

See, Zoro is an outstanding musician, he plays any kind of instrument and even can play three at a time if the methods are favorable, but even tho he has an angelic voice, he can’t write lyrics to save his life. He sucks at lyrics so much that he takes Luffy’s advice (who doesn’t know shit about music but somehow still has an opinion on the matter) and goes complete sound experience artist. He has become even more popular than before now that he focuses on the chords and not on the lyrics. 

His manager, Nami (because of course is Nami), tries to persuade him to partner up with someone else, but Zoro insists on going solo. 

He receives an invitation to a collab with the Soul King and it’s kind of fun at first but their music just doesn’t match, and even tho they stay in contact for future collabs Zoro doesn’t think he can pair up with the lunatic again. He had just too many ideas in three seconds and comes up with the weirdest instrument combinations and even tho it always ends up sounding good, it sometimes is a mess and Zoro can’t focus on which instrument to start playing at which time or compass. 

In a social gathering Zoro doesn’t want to be at and Nami forces him to go, he meets the super rock star Franky and his (creepy looking) manager Robin, and after a chat, Zoro refuses yet another collab with the perverted big guy. But Nami butts in and has a lively conversation with Robin in which she tells her that there is this new compositor who keeps asking for a job and is being said he’s a great poet. Nami takes the initiative to search for the guy even when Zoro is reluctant of having a partner. 

Zoro didn’t expect the guy to accept the job in less than one phone call, because Nami demanded so many things at the same time, like: the lyrics have to be impartial so Zoro can sing it freely and not start rumors; Zoro has to have entire freedom in the music matter; the guy can’t write about something they didn’t accord beforehand; etc. 

Zoro isn’t convinced yet and asks for a test, and to his surprise the next day a long-nose black guy appears on their doorstep with the lyrics at hand. His name was Usopp and he was the compositor’s agent (actually his delivery guy) and he hadn’t read the lyrics either. Zoro, Nami, and Usopp read it together and it’s just awesome. Usopp goes in a proud mood since he has known the guy for a long time and hadn’t had any doubts about his talent (he had), Nami is awestruck at the magnificent writing, and Zoro is speechless. He doesn’t want to admit that the lyric is great, but also can’t take down a great compositor. Zoro asks Nami to request a meeting for the contract but the mysterious compositor refuses and requests to do their jobs through Usopp. Somehow this ended up with a friendship between Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper (Zoro’s adoptive younger brother). They just hang out bothering him in the studio doing nothing specific. 

Zoro stays in close contact with the compositor, asking for requests, giving advice in chords, and trying to connect with the guy, but he keeps avoiding each question directed to him instead of the songs. The lyrics he sends are still amazing and sentimental, and Zoro can do whatever he pleases with the music because it just sticks with everything. 

When he finally finished the recording for his new album, he thought he would finally get the compositor’s name, but instead, is hit by a pseudonym: Mr. Prince. And he’s confused because he was so sure he had heard the nickname before, but couldn’t remember where exactly. A very very long time ago, he heard that name, when he wasn’t so invested in music, when his parents and sister hadn’t died yet.

Zoro doesn’t hear of him in a long time, since Nami gave him a little vacation before going with the next job. Zoro goes to interviews and music channels to talk about his new album. Sometimes they would mention the compositor but return quickly to Zoro instead of asking more about the guy. 

Zoro is stressing himself out because he can’t take Mr. Prince off his head and everyone starts noticing. So Usopp invites him, Luffy, and Chopper to a boys’ outing to this new restaurant that just opened a few months ago but is said to have the best cuisine in the entire city. Zoro is somehow bored at the time, watching the others eat like starved men. He knows, he just tasted the food ok, so he knows. The rumors weren’t exaggerating, they could be even underestimating the restaurant’s food. At some point in the night, he hears the light sound of a piano. He remembered seeing a piano somewhere inside the gigantic restaurant. Without noticing he got up and followed the sound of the piano, recognizing little by little the piece being played. 

Zoro loses the sound about three times, and he’s praying that the music doesn’t stop. When he finally reached the piano, he finds a slick blond man playing it, with such concentration. The lounge is empty, and Zoro figures it was an event hall. The echo makes the melody even more mesmerizing, and Zoro can’t think straight anymore. The sensation of floating in midair ends abruptly when the blond notices him and stops playing. 

“Hello,” says the blond with a surprised look, “if your last name isn’t Don Quixote and it isn’t ten-thirty, I don’t think I was expecting anyone.”

Zoro stumbled in his words when he tried to apologize, and the blond laughed a little. Zoro caught himself blushing for unknown reasons and changed the subject as fast as he could. The blond introduced himself as Sanji Black, without any further explanation. If he wasn’t one of the Don Quixote family himself, what was he doing in here, then?

“That was one of KingOfHell’s,” Zoro didn’t want him to know who he was, at least for now, “y’know, the one that you just played.” 

“Ah! Yes! I’m a big fan of his! Do you know of him?” Sanji’s eyes just started to shine the moment they changed the subject to music. 

“Have you heard the new album? They say is amazing.” Zoro never was so egotistical, but for just this fan, he would like to see how fans see him. 

“Well, I haven’t. I don’t have enough money to buy it, and it’s eating me alive to not have it.” 

Sanji continued to blab about how fantastic the KingOfHell was and how extraordinaire of a person he was, and how excited Sanji was about the new album release because he would start to sing again, and whoa he really knew about Zoro’s career so much, it almost creeped him out. But it was average for a fan to be so invested in his favorite artist’s life nowadays, he really couldn’t find anything creepy about the guy, anyways. The clock turned ten-fifteen and Sanji pushed Zoro out of the event hall. He accompanied Zoro to his table and offered everyone a dessert from the house, and that’s how Zoro realizes he’s a waiter if not a chef of the place, and he immediately has a crush on the dude. Like, damn, who’s this gorgeous man who claims to be my biggest fan, knows how to cook splendidly, it’s the fucking sous-chef of the place and knows how to play the piano so goddamn good. And because Zoro has big money he starts going almost daily to the restaurant and sometimes asks Sanji to play a piece in the piano. He’s just lovestruck by now and Luffy and Nami can’t hold the laughter at his dumbness. They became very close friends but Zoro is still reluctant about telling him he’s the KingOfHell so Sanji is still very far away from getting intimate with him because he just knows Zoro’s hiding something. 

Zoro gets very conflicted with his two different lives, so he resorts to his sessions-like with his composer. The so-called Mr.Prince is a very understanding dude and listens to the whole story. He doesn’t answer right away, Zoro even though he didn’t know how to respond to his situation, then claimed he indeed was in a similar situation, but instead with a crush, it was with his family. For the first time, Zoro was the one listening and not talking, and it gave him a feeling of dizziness. Mr. Prince opened up to him, and that was a good sign they were getting closer. That would look good for future jobs, too. 

Not too long after talking things with Mr.Prince, he sends the lyric of the song they were working on, and it is just astounding, like always. But there is something along the lines that keeps Zoro on his nerves. Mr.Prince told him that it would sound so cool with a fast rhythm, to make people dance and jump and shout the song, but Zoro didn’t find it proper to give a party song such an angsty lyric. Maybe Mr. Prince was avoiding the subject, because he would know what his own song was talking about. He would know that a lyric with a double (could he say triple?)-meaning would be forgotten the moment the rhythm strikes. 

So Zoro denied the request and made his own music. The lyric of the song wasn’t just what Mr.Prince was feeling, about always being behind a screen, never having a chance to show the world what a great person he was, not having support from anyone, and being treated differently from everyone else because he couldn’t do anything more than use his hands in obnoxious hobbies. No, it was what Zoro felt, too. About his double life, about his crush on a normal almost poor guy (tho didn’t know why, he was the sous-chef after all), about his losses, about his career, and about the person he wanted to become. So no, Zoro wasn’t going to give it a poor, party dancer sound, but a nostalgic and unforgettable sound, that could move every single person alive. He didn’t care about the rumors anymore, as Nami warned him. He didn’t even care if the next album wasn’t related to it. He would just release a single, then. 

He took the piano, an instrument he hadn’t touched in decades but the memories were still so vivid, and composed at his heart's content. 

Even tho he wanted the melody to be amazing, to be melancholic, to be draining, to be heart-breaking, to be just perfect, he couldn’t find the right thing for the bridge. Like, everything else was literal fire, but the bridge? He didn’t know what to do with it. He wanted it to be the breaking point, where everyone started to cry his eyes out, but he couldn’t find the right fucking tone. So he goes to the All Blue, to visit his beloved friend and take a rest for a minute. If he was this exhausted, he couldn’t even start to imagine how tiring most have been to write such a poem. 

Sanji’s father, Zeff, tells Zoro that the blond is taking his break and is probably playing the piano again. Zoro goes to Sanji and finds him just as Zeff said. Zoro knows by now that he can’t interrupt the cook’s concentration. The melody he’s playing isn’t a melody Zoro has heard before, so he pays close attention to the blond’s hands. The melody is full of melancholy and sadness, and Zoro can’t help but run again against Mr.Prince’s song. And then Sanji slows down and the world slows down too, and it hits Zoro hard. Sanji tells him that is one of his diseased mother’s favorite songs, and she would play it to him every night. They talk a little about Zoro’s frustration with the song (being able to not give away the secret he was a musician of course) and how that was draining him a lot. Sanji tells him to have a break and invites Zoro on a date, and Zoro wouldn’t let down such an offer. Sanji led him around the city at night, guiding him into sweatshops and bakeries, talking about how good it would be to own a tiny restaurant, in a tiny town, making sweats and pastries for the ladies in town, help out some old hag, live in the nature, away from all worries and burdens of the world, just… stay in a corner of the world with his own rules. Such a poetic future, Zoro thought. Sanji looked so beautiful he wanted to kiss him. And when it hits midnight, some crazy random decides it is a great day to fly fireworks even tho it wasn’t an important date (Luffy, Sabo, and Ace), and Sanji’s eyes just shine in the night. That stargazing blue eyes, looking amused and happy, and just so full of love, and… a very nostalgic view. Zoro indeed though it was nostalgic. The nostalgic type that could bring him thirteen years back to the town he lived before with his sister. The nostalgic type that recreated an exact moment but at different times. The nostalgic type that made him realize something so precious to him he was shaking with happiness. All made sense now. 

He couldn’t say it to Sanji, yet. But he would, eventually. Zoro returns to his studio where Luffy is being sold by Nami for eating again in the control cabin, and finishes the partiture. He calls Usopp over, because he wants to pass on a message to Mr.Prince, and tells Nami he wants the radio on call. He tells the broadcasters that he is going to have a concert in three weeks (Nami convinced him because he wanted to do it the next Friday and that was impossible to assemble) and the money paid for the entrance will be donated to social care, but besides that, the entrance is free (in the sense it’s paid the same day when you get in). 

Everyone is shocked but of course, no one denies it to him. Nami thinks is character development and Luffy thinks is funny to see Zoro so weak for someone. Usopp is just confused at this point. 

In the concert he plays a lot of songs, some of his old songs, some of his new songs, and the crowd is just SO hyped and happy, and even Zoro feels good to see so many fans around him that love him and maybe it isn’t so bad to be a musician after all. Maybe I can interact with my fans more often like Nami said. In the middle of the concert, he reveals his true identity because he just got so bored of having different lives in different places and trying to get a balance but that balance was never going to happen. He feels free and starts having fun for the first time in a very long time. Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp are hyped and Nami is biting her nails. Turns out Zoro invited the Soul King and SuperFranky over, too, and now the three of them are having fun and oh wow social care gotta be rich by now. At the end of the night, almost midnight, the lights go slowly down, and there is just Zoro and a piano on the scenery. Nami doesn’t give a shit by now, expectant of what the bastard is doing. And so he goes, the first chords for his newest song. He talks on the mic while his hands follow an invisible music sheet.

“This is my newest single, so for obvious reasons, you haven’t heard of it yet. As you may know, I suck at writing lyrics, so I have a composer you always seem to forget about. He’s called Mr.Prince if anyone has heard of him before. He’s a very kind and comforting person. Has helped me in many ways I didn’t think I could be helped. And he brought me joy in my job. He composed this song, too, and it would be my pleasure to show it to you since is his best work so far.” 

He plays the song, with Mr.Prince’s lyrics and his music. Everyone’s in awe. Backstage, Chopper, Usopp, Franky, Brook, and Luffy are sharing a cry. When Zoro gets to the bridge he only thinks of Sanji. His smile, his voice, his laugh, his food, his kind heart… and in Mr.Prince, who sold his heart to Zoro in every piece of writing. The song finishes and the crowd explodes in cheers. Zoro takes the mic again, filled with what he hopes is the courage to what he’s about to say. 

“I have not enough words to thank all of you for being here. You don’t know how much it means to me seeing you here all gather up to see some sweaty bastard playing a lot of instruments at the same time or listen to great, yet weird music from two awesome, yet stupid rock stars. Or even just for the social care money, I don’t care what’s your reason to be here, I just wanna thank you. This isn’t just me, all the songs I sang tonight were written by my partner Mr.Prince, and I want everyone to know that. Even if he doesn’t, even when he tells me he doesn’t like fame and that he’s already busy with other things, I want you people to acknowledge his work. Because I do, and I don’t know where I would be without him.” He looks at the crowd, expectant, hopeful, nervous. “I know you’re here, Prince!” he finally shouts. “And I hope my words get to you, just as yours got to me. If there was ever a chance for us to meet, please, say something! I can’t write you a poem, I can’t compose you a song… just… let me give you a melody you can follow.” 

The crowd is silent, expectant of what will happen next. Zoro was waiting for Mr.Prince to appear, to give him some sign, to give him something. Apparently, the crowd was waiting for it, too. Zoro was losing hope when he heard someone cry the name of Mr.Prince. Little by little, the shout got louder and louder as people joined the call. Even with all the crowd calling his name, the composer never showed up. The concert was over with Zoro’s last thanks. He got down and was met with his teary friends. Chopper and Luffy jumped to hug him, and he could see Robin passing tissues to Franky. Nami was smiling behind her hands with blushed cheeks and red eyes. Everyone was happy for him and the amazing show he just gave, and proud at how much he had changed over a year. But Zoro was nowhere near the feeling of satisfaction. He couldn’t see his composer. He got silent and didn’t express any emotion towards his friends. When they asked and he told them, gripping his hands with so much force they almost bleed, Usopp smiled.

“Well…I wouldn’t lose hope, yet.” 

Then, Sanji appeared out of nowhere, trying to catch his breath with his messy hair and his messy clothes. He was a total mess. 

“You can’t just say those cringy lines in front of the entire world, Marimo!” He looked exhausted from all he had to run. “Do you even know how embarrassing was to look at you on the stage? Damn, I was dying inside, and I wasn’t even close to it! I’m pretty sure you left your fans hanging on a cliff tonight. Let me tell you, it was a shock when I found out you were the KingOfHell, Usopp never told me anything related before. Now that I know it’s you I feel embarrassed of all the times I blab about, well, you. And,” he laughed, “where do those cheesy ass lines come from? I never took you off the romantic type-” Zoro didn’t let him finish, as he rushed to him and hugged him. He stayed there, embracing the blond, waiting for him to say something else, or to push him away, or just do something. Sanji returned the hug and asked in a whisper only Zoro could hear. 

“How did you know? I tried hard so you couldn’t recognize me.” 

“Making me fall for you not only twice but three times in a row makes me wonder” he chuckled. 

“I bet that without me you had already gotten lost in who knows where.”

“Lucky me I have you.”

[leventart-den]

I love seeing Sanji and Zoro trying to recover from a bad fight together

Just…. Both of them in pain, maybe some blood??? That’s good shit right there

Just them being quiet trying to patch the other up, because Chopper already has enough on his.. hooves? And they don’t want to be a burden

You don’t even have to draw this, I just want your opinion on this???? It is VERY important I swear

Dearest Anony!

I swear I'll draw this, I really like the idea! But since this is VERY important, I cannot remain silent and leave you for days without an answer.

Plus, damn, I love this kind of stuff, I could talk about it for hours (if I didn't have to use an online translator because my written English is non-existent).

AN (Me from the future while I was writing what is below): I tried to be short but I was carried away. Thanks for the inspiration, by the way. I'm sorry for all the blood. But I hope that you like it overall and that my answer will brighten up your time at least a little!

AN2 (even further in the future when I finished writing): When I have time I'll rewrite this into a fanfic, if you don't mind, dear Anony.

P.S. to everyone who wrote prompts for art - I will draw each of them, I promise! Thank you very much, they are wonderful! One Piece Art prompts are open for an unlimited time.

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What I picture in my head when I read your prompt:

It’s time after a heavy battle, they are on the ship, everyone is tired, it’s the afternoon, calm and very quiet. Sanji and Zoro seem to be fine at first glance, and Chopper is so tired that he doesn't have the strength to insist on checking their condition, so he lets them go, immediately falling asleep at the table. It's so hot on the deck, almost suffocating without the wind, but Sanji and Zoro go downstairs to where provisions are stored, barrels of alcohol and where it's cool.

Sanji limps to his usual place, to a box against the wall on which he sits down heavily, leaning against the wooden surface and exhaling a cloud of smoke from the smoldering cigarette now clutched in his fingers. It's stained with blood.

Zoro glances at him briefly and silently heads to the far corner, pulling out a box of first aid from behind the drawers. It's a familiar routine by this point. They are both strong and both don't want to be a burden to Chopper when it can be avoided. They're both stupid like this. So of course at some point in their journey they came to this silent agreement mending each other's wounds and here they are. Again.

Zoro places the box on a nearby drawer and sits down opposite Sanji. The cook takes another drag and finally puts out the cigarette on the wall, throwing the cigarette butt into the iron tin can nearby, which he placed for such purposes. He grunts, finally opening the box and taking out everything he needs while Zoro takes off his shirt.

There is no tightness or awkwardness between them about such things. Not anymore. 

Sanji begins by treating the nasty gash on his forehead. It turned out to be difficult to wipe off all the blood; head wounds usually bleed a lot. Although, with his experience up to this point, he gets the job done quite quickly. Next come the wounds on the arms and torso. There are several cuts and spreading bruises. Zoro has a couple of broken ribs. He drinks a few drinks from the bottle while Sanji stitches up a particularly deep cut near his collarbone and tightens bandages around his chest and torso.

They don't talk during the process, they are too tired even for their usual banter and jokes towards each other. They would probably rather go to bed now, but the risk of upsetting and angering Chopper later is too great. So they will finish what they started, despite the fact that Zoro is half asleep and Sanji's movements are getting slower.

The air becomes heavy with blood and now the smell of tobacco is added to it. Sanji lights another cigarette and Zoro opens his eyes watching him. The cook's hands are shaking, he notes. He runs his eyes over his entire form, noting his injuries. He doesn't see much but Curly looks pale. His gaze falls down. There is a pool of blood on the floor under his feet. Zoro swears soundlessly. Looks like the shitty cook has got his legs messed up.

Zoro gives him a very meaningful look and Sanji sighs. He bites the cigarette between his teeth and fumbles with the waistband of his trousers, but his fingers are too weak right now. 

Zoro watches him for a few seconds and clenches his teeth because of the pain in his ribs, but still gets up and leans towards the cook, pushing his hands away and helping with the clothes. Sanji lifts himself off the box as far as he can, allowing him to pull his trousers down, and then leans heavily against the wall again. His cigarette is smoldering, he is too sleepy to even smoke.

Zoro, meanwhile, examines his legs. There are several deep cuts and his left ankle is swollen and his knees are bruised. Zoro thinks that he shouldn't be surprised, after all, the shitty cook's legs are his weapons, the main blows fall on them, but still. If some of the cuts had been any higher they could have cut the artery and then the cook would have been dead. Zoro finds himself observing all the old scars that cover his skin. He shakes his head, pushing away the thoughts; now is not the time for them.

At this moment, the pale bloodstained hand falls down and the half-smoked cigarette slips out of limped fingers onto the floor. Zoro's gaze shoots up, he feels pressure in his chest for a second and it's not his broken ribs.

But Sanji's breathing is calm and measured. The cook just fell asleep, it seems.

The swordsman releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Okay.

This is okay.

Everything is fine.

He picks up the cigarette from the floor, puts it out and throws it into the jar with the others. Zoro winces at the movement. His damn ribs hurt with the adrenaline gone, but he'll take care of this stupid cook anyway.

He gets rid of the blood around the wounds and stitches them up, trying to keep his hands as stable as possible. It turns out to be more difficult than it seemed, but he tries. He bandages Sanji's legs after and takes off his shoes with socks, checking his ankles and feet.

It looks like nothing was broken, probably just a sprain, so for now Zoro will do what he can and tomorrow Sanji will turn to Chopper himself if necessary.

After a few minutes and tending to a few other cuts and bruises here and there, Zoro looked over his work and decided he was done. The cook didn’t even flinch during all this time and it looked worrying if it weren’t for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest from breathing. He really lost a lot of blood. Zoro decided not to even try to wake him.

Grunting, he bent down, pulling his pants up to his knees and then moved the cook's motionless body closer to himself, leaning back a little so that he would lean against him and Zoro could pull his pants all the way up. He carefully returned Sanji to his seat and sighed wearily as he buttoned up his pants. Zoro felt exhausted by this point. He wasn't sure he could make it upstairs to the cabins with Sanji as dead weight.

So after a few seconds of hesitation, Zoro went to the corner where they kept all sorts of extra things and fished out a heavy animal skin with thick fur and a couple of blankets. He placed it on the floor next to Sanji and carefully moved him onto the makeshift bed, throwing a blanket over him. He watched as Sanji reflexively curled up on himself, burying his face in the soft fur. The cook always sleeps like this, as if he is trying to hide. It never sits right with Zoro. It looks wrong. 

One day he will find out why. But now Zoro settles down next to Sanji, wrapping his arm around him on top of the blanket and holding him close to himself. He feels the other man's shoulders relax and his breath a little too hot on his collarbone. His nose is cold against Zoro's skin. Zoro suddenly feels like he won't be able to sleep, but he buries his face in the cook's hair, which smells of cherry tobacco, sea and spices, and listens to his heartbeat against his skin.

He falls asleep within seconds.

[lighthouseofstories]

Hi. How are you doing? Can I please request a fluffy angst Zoro x female reader. Where the reader is former slave and Zoro is extra protective of her, so he teaches her how to fight. He gets angry, upsetting her. So she avoids him for days being afraid of him. In the end, Zoro needs another crew member to explain to him what he did wrong and he does what he has to do to make her feel better and loved. Thank you! 💙

A Misshap Of Actions

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! So here it is, the firstborn of this blog! I think it might be a bit awkward and possibly OOC but I hope it's not too bad!

The days, months and years of being a slave, it’s something that a person will never forget; Those days where you would often times go hungry, lucky if you got stale bread and water, or even the nights you spent shivering under a threadbare blanket are forever etched into your mind. 

Even now, after you were lucky enough to be taken in by the strawhats, you struggle to overcome the mentality of a slave. You occassionally flinch whenever one of them gets too enthusiastic and starts wildly gesturing about, too loud noises make you freeze and whenever arguments break out you feel your knees tremble in fear at what was always to come afterwards, which was most often a beating. 

All you’ve known is a life of slavery, after all, your mother and father too were slaves. From the little that you know, your family and others on your island were captured when you were no more than a toddler. The reason for the capture of so many hundreds of people was the gift your people possess, the ability to be in tune with nature. You could understand the feelings of the nature surrounding you and this in turn helped you care for it. They aren’t words in the human sense, but more a general sense of feelings that tell you whether the nature arround you is suffering or flourishing. Your mother is the one who told you this, when you first told her you could feel the anguish of the plants around you. Your gift is very much appreciated by Nami who loves to hear how her beloved tangerine trees are doing.

You sigh heavily at the memories that you were awoken by from your sleep. Unable to return to sleep, you headed out to deck to get some fresh air. It will be morning soon anyway and the ship will be alive with the crew’s usual antics. You smile slightly at that, since you agreed (got given no choice) to join Luffy’s crew, you’ve become slightly better with feeling and showing emotions,or as Nami told you, you’re acting more like a living human than a tool to be used.  

“Couldn’t sleep?” A familiar gruff voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you lightly smile and nod in answer. 

Since joining the crew some months ago you and Zoro grew close until you ended up in a relationship. Zoro with a bright red face shouted his confession at you, until he realised shouting was making you freeze and withdraw into yourself. He learned that day that shouting was a huge no no when it comes to you and instead stuttered his way through both an apology and a confession. 

You sigh in content as strong arms embrace you from behind and a head is rested on your shoulder, you being quite a bit shorter than Zoro means you often act as his head rest. There was silence for a while as you two just enjoy each other’s company, but then Zoro speaks, breaking the quiet. 

“I was thinking that it would be good if you learned to defend yourself.” Noticing the crestfallen look on your face, Zoro hurries to speak, “Oi Oi, don’t get the wrong idea! I’m just worried. If we get split up, or someone catches me off guard again, they could seriously hurt you or even kill you.” He frowns as he traces his knuckles lightly over the small cut on your cheek. “If something like this happens again, maybe next time it won’t be a small cut, what if I didn’t react on time and they succeeded in stabbing you?”

You frown as you lean into his touch and take a hold of his hand with your smaller and more delicate one. “But you didn’t let them stab me, your quick reflexes saved us.” Even though you said this, you still can’t get over the lingering guilt that if it wasn’t for you and your lack of use, Zoro wouldn’t have to put himself in twice the danger; Defend himself and you. You are a distraction in a life and death situation. 

 “Even if I’ve got good reflexes, there’s no telling what will happen if we ever get separated. I think it would be good for you to know how to defend yourself. I want to teach you how to use a sword, so you’ll always have a practical weapon to defend yourself with.” Zoro finishes with a serious tone. 

Your eyes widen and you turn to face him, looking at the serious expression on his face. You swallow nervously unsure of what to think about it. However, the desire to not be a burden wins and you resolutely nod your head.

“Alright, I’ll give it a try. But I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, I’ve never held a weapon.”

Zoro grins,”Alright, we’ll start training after breakfast.”

Once breakfast is over, you and Zoro make your way to the training room of the sunny. Of course, there was no way Zoro would hand you a real sharp sword, but even the wooden practice ones intimidate you. 

Zoro starts the lesson by showing you how to properly grip the sword, but even this basic step proves to be rather complicated for you, so Zoro has to physically correct your grip by rearranging your hands. Even if the two of you are in a relationship for a while now, his warm breath on your face and close proximity make your cheeks heat up and heart rate to pick up. 

After adjusting your grip, Zoro arranges your legs so you’re standing in the correct position. Once he’s satisfied with that, he nods to himself and goes to stand in front of you. 

The two of you then work on a few basic moves until lunch, after which you just let your legs give out under you. You’re sitting on the floor drenched in sweat and panting heavily, meanwhile Zoro looks like he’s just had a pleasant stretch.

 “We’ll do this every day after breakfast until lunch and eventually you’ll improve,” Zoro tells you with a grin as he helps you to stand up, letting you lean against him while you got your shaky legs under control. 

And so, the two of you start up a routine where everyday after breakfast you’d (try) and train with Zoro, but truthfully, it just isn’t going so well. Your talent for swordsmanship might as well be non existent. 

Zoro told you to try and land a hit on him while he would just block. But try as you might, you just can’t manage, causing you both a lot of frustration. 

“Come on Y/N! You’ve got to try and be quicker dammit! If I was an enemy you’d be done for by now!” Zoro unintentionally raises his voice at you and paired with the image of him glaring while holding the wooden sword high above his head, you felt the old terror resurface. Memories of slavers shouting as they raised the whips above their heads and struck down with all their might.

You feel ringing in your ears as you let the wooden sword drop from your hand and quickly bolt through the door. 

What he did only seems to register to Zoro when the door slam shut behind you. He stands wide-eyed, staring at the sword you dropped on the floor. 

“Shit.” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth as he drops his own sword and immediately attempts to rush after you. 

“Oi! What did you do to Y/N Chwan you marimo head!” 

He grits his teeth to avoid fighting with the idiot cook for once and asks instead, “Have you seen her?” 

Sanji takes a deep inhale of his cigarette, meanwhile never stopping his glaring at Zoro. “She ran past here, pale as a ghost. I haven’t seen her this shaken up since the early days she came here.” 

Zoro didn’t deign that with a response and instead ran to the women’s room. When he came there, he tries opening the door but finds it locked. 

He tries knocking, hoping you’ll come out, but Nami’s angry face is the one who appears at the door instead, “Zoro leave! Y/N needs to be left alone for now.” 

Zoro will normally argue, but not wanting to make the situation worse he reluctantly lets it be for now. 

“Just tell her I want to talk to her please.”

Nami doesn’t respond, just slams the door in his face and locks it again. 

Zoro was hoping to see you at breakfast, but you weren’t there, Nami informing him with a glare that you need some alone time and are eating in your room. But the problem was, it was the same for lunch and dinner. Even Luffy who couldn’t stay serious for five seconds looked angry with him. 

Deciding there’s only one person who can explain the situation to him rationally, he seeks out Robin. 

When he finds her she is drinking tea with Nami. Robin just smiles at him and he instantly feels as if he’s been seen through, he swore to himself that nothing could stay hidden with her around. Nami on the other hand is intent on glaring daggers at him. 

“I wanted to ask about Y/N. I haven’t seen her in the last few days. She’s avoiding me and I can’t even talk to her about what happened.” He tells Robin, the calmer of the two, with a frown.

Robin just calmly takes a sip of her tea, before she looks at him, making him feel small. “You know that Y/N used to be a slave right?”

Zoro just looks at her with a blank face. Of curse he knows you used to be a slave! He was there when they rescued you. 

Seeing as Zoro wasn’t comprehending, Nami puts her teacup down and sighs heavily. 

“You can be so dense sometimes Zoro. You should think about the kind of treatment that slaves get given. They have minimal amounts of food, and are always screamed at and beaten. What exactly did you do for her to panic like that? She’s improved so much since she came here, even Luffy’s constant shouting doesn’t bother her much anymore. All that progress ruined.”

“I’m sure it isn’t all ruined. She just needs someone to once again let her know she’s no longer a slave and is safe.” Robin tells him with a small smile.

Zoro run a hand through his hair in frustration. “How exactly, should I do that?”

“I’m afraid that’s for you to figure out.”

With those cryptic words and another headache-inducing lecture from Nami, Zoro decides the best course of action is to just find you and talk to you. 

After some time searching he finds you leaning against Nami’s tangerine trees and just looking out to the sea.

He quietly approaches and quietly asks, “Do you mind If I sit?”

You still jump a bit, but after biting on your lip for a while, nod. 

Zoro sits down next to you and the two of you just sit next to each other silently, looking out at the sea. 

“I’m sorry for raising my voice at you and making you feel like you’re in danger. I wouldn’t hurt you and I’ll slice anyone who does into pieces.” 

Zoro’s blunt reply made you smile. You understand what happened wasn’t done intentionally. It’s just an instinct that overcame you and told you to flee. “I don’t think I’m cut out for intense sword training, sorry.” You apologise in a small voice.

Zoro takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze. “We’ll figure something else out to defend yourself with. I’m sure Usopp a Franky can invent something.” 

You slightly smile and nod your head, squeezing Zoro’s hand back. You still have a long way to go to stop getting triggered by everything. But you’re sure that with Zoro by your side and the crew’s support, you will one day feel less weighed down by everything that’s happened to you.

[erina-leah]

Zoro x Reader: Bent, not Broken

AN: this fic was requested by @sanjibby ! I appreciate the request and hope you enjoy! Nothing like a good angst with some even better comfort 💚

CW: angst, breakup, argument, swearing, GN!reader

After nearly getting their asses handed to them by the marines, the Straw Hats were currently in a recovery period. It was always quiet during these post-battle days, too quiet for a ship like the Thousand Sunny. The ship was almost somber in its stillness and silence, and it always made you rather depressed.

Today was no exception. In fact, your sour mood was far worse than usual recovery periods. This time, your boyfriend was terribly injured, and it was your fault.

Zoro wasn’t the most loving boyfriend, and it didn’t take being a couples counselor to know. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you, he said himself that he cared about you more than anything. He just wasn’t the best as showing it in conventional ways. His way of saying “I love you” was inviting you to nap with him, keeping you company when you had night watch, and doing his best to protect you in battle.

It was the latter that caused problems, though. You may not have been the strongest member of the crew, but you didn’t consider yourself the weakest. It always bothered you how Zoro treated you like a fragile little thing during battle, but you knew it was his way of caring for you. Today was the last straw for you, though.

An enemy was about to deal you a fatal blow, and your knight in shining green armor took the hit instead. The problem was that it was a data blow you were more than ready to dodge. And yet you wonder boy threw himself in front of you anyway, leaving him bedridden for days with a large gash in his chest.

After the initial worry wore off, you were livid, and if you hadn’t been avoiding him like the plague, you would have given him a piece of your mind.

He had just been released by Chopper today, and he had spent the last couple of hours filling up on the food and sake he had missed. Noticing that you rarely visited him while he was in the med bay, he invited you to join him for a meal so you two could talk. You declined, using the excuse of being full already, and sat alone in the Crow’s Nest.

And that’s where you had been all day, just thinking. Your anger wasn’t overbearing, but it weighed on your mind. The fact that Zoro felt the need to jump in like that mid-battle, treating you like a child, didn’t sit well with you. You were tired of feeling like a burden towards the swordsman, that idea had been weighing on you for months by now. After the hours you spent thinking on all of this, you figured that something had to be done about it.

You heard the familiar creak of the hatch of the Crow’s Nest being opened, and you didn’t move from your position on your back in the middle of the floor.

Neither you nor Zoro said a word as the swordsman sat next to you and gazed down at your face. A worried expression was painted on his face. You weren’t surprised, hey may have been a little dense sometimes but he was able to tell that something was wrong.

“What’s your damage?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “We need to talk,” you said, a crack in your voice revealing the tears that were yet to be shed.

Now he was really worried. He shifted to sit in front of you as opposed to the side as you sat up to look him in the face. Taking a deep breath, you began. “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” Zoro asked. “Save you? Because you—“

“No. You didn’t ‘save’ me. You got in the way. Why did you do that?!”

“Get in the way?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Is that how you see it? The hell are you talking about?”

You huffed in frustration. “How many times have I told you I can handle myself? That was a blow I could easily dodge, all you did was get hurt! What were you trying to prove? That I’m just helpless? Or that you’re an idiot?”

“The fuck are you calling me an idiot for?” Zoro shouted, his worry now completely replaced by anger. “I just did what my instincts told me, so what if you could have dodged?”

Hot, angry tears began to prick at your eyes, but you simply ignored them as you shouted in retaliation. “Why do your instincts think I’m weak, Zoro? Is that what you think of me? I’m not a fucking child!”

“Can I not protect what I care about without you bitching about it, then? Because that’s all I wanted to do, and you’re throwing a fit over it!”

“I’m just asking you to stop treating me like a burden! I’m fucking done.” Getting to your feet, you turn your back on him. “If no longer being something you care about is what it will take for you to stop these stupid stunts, then that’s fine by me!”

“Hey, what are you saying?!” Zoro’s tone softened a little as he jumped to his feet and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

“It means we’re done!” you growled as you shoved him away. “You and me. We’re done. We need to break up.”

The swordsman shook his head, “No the fuck we’re not.”

“You can’t just say no, Zoro. I’m breaking up with you. I’m not gonna sit here and watch you get yourself killed because you wanna protect me. What about your goals? How are you gonna be the Greatest Swordsman if you’re dead? I care about you too damn much to let you throw that away!”

“I’m not gonna die just because I choose to save you a few times! Your my partner, why should I let you get hurt?”

“I can face the consequences of my battles just like you do, Roronoa Zoro! You just can’t accept it! And you aren’t immortal just because you have a high fucking pain tolerance! I’m not saying it again, we’re done!” You tried to walk out of the room as you wiped the tears that were now on your face. However, you didn’t get far before Zoro grabbed you by your shoulders and spun you around to face him.

“Don’t you dare walk out on me! We’re not done here!” When you looked into his eyes, you were surprised to see he shed tears of his own. He so rarely cried, just how much did you hurt him?

“How can you say you care about me and then just try to end things?” he ask with a shaking voice. “I… I think I understand what you’re trying to say, but why the hell do we need to break up over this? After everything we’ve been through, do you really want to walk away? Tell me right now, what do you want?”

You hesitated to answer for a moment as you stood still in his gentle yet firm grip on your shoulders. What did you want? That wasn’t even a question. You knew exactly what you wanted.

“I just… want us to both be okay. I don’t want to see you die, I don’t want to see you hurt. I want you to trust me like I trust you. I’ll do anything…”

“Even break up? Tch, you can be such an idiot.” You didn’t even try to argue with the insult as Zoro pulled you close to him, locking you in his warm embrace. The comfort of being in his arms again completely broke you down, and you fell into a fit of sniffles and shakes.

Zoro spoke as he stroked your hair, “I want all of those things too. We can work it out, I know we can. Let’s not jump to anything rash from now on, okay? Let’s just… talk. I hate talking sometimes, but I’ll talk to you about anything, alright?”

Feeling you nod against his chest, Zoro placed a gentle kiss on your head. “Good. Now isn’t this better then a breakup?”

“S-shuddup..”

[pure-garbage]

Silent Cues! Mounting Evidence To Support The Theory

Nami was wrong about the log pose and the straw hats set sail the next morning. Most of the crew fished. Robin lounged on deck with a thick tome, Sanji fawned over her and Zoro and Lana worked through their routines.

"We're going to go over something different today," Zoro announced before meditation time.

"Oh? Is this about yesterday?" Lana ventured. She studied his expression, but it betrayed nothing out of the ordinary. He only nodded, leaving her curiosity unsatisfied. She'd stayed up late behind Nami's grove the night before replaying the events of the day and wondering if she was wrong to read into any of it.

'Is it just wishful thinking? I would be so happy if I found out Robin's theory was right. If Zoro really does want more than friendship, the same way I do... sometimes it seems that way, but...'

"Ideally, you'd never let an opponent get their hands on you," he explained, oblivious to her internal monologue. "But since you can't even avoid being pinned by me-"

"You're freakishly fast and strong, don't forget," Lana scowled.

"The line's full of pirates who can match or best me, so that's hardly an excuse," he scolded her.

"Fine, fair point. So?"

"Before you interrupted me..."

"Right. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. Today I'm going to show you how to escape after your weak ass gets pinned by a superior opponent. Which, at your skill level, is almost all opponents."

"Hey!" Lana fumed.

"If you don't like my assessment, surpass it."

"Fine."

"Now don't bother dodging."

Lana stayed obliging still while he grabbed her from behind.

Thump!

She swallowed hard and steadied her breathing with conscious effort even as her heartbeat reacted uncontrollably to his touch.

"Any ideas on how to get out of this one?" he asked, breath tickling the shell of her ear.

"Um..."

Lana pulled against his hold, to no avail.

"Hm. No, honestly, feels like I'm pretty much boned," she admitted.

'You're not," he assured her. "I'll teach you a neat trick. Widen your stance. One foot forward, one back."

"Okay."

"Now roll. Throw all your weight forward, mine too. Do it fast."

Lana's brow creased as she envisioned what would happen.

"Won't that hurt? A Lot?"

"Tuck your face."

"Not me, you!"

"I'll be fine. Do it. Go on!"

Hm... 'kay," she grumbled, caving to his urging.

She did it, executing the move almost seamlessly. Zoro grunted, rolled hard between Lana and the deck.

"Huh. You tucked too," she realized as he released her to reward her success.

"I did, but you can tell that would have been nasty if I wasn't prepared. That was good for a first try," he commended her.

"Thanks, but... what if my opponent's prepared? Like you were?"

"No one with any real experience is gonna grab you that way, and that's the reason why," he explained.

"I see. So that was basics."

"Exactly. Now... let's try this one."

Zoro drove Lana back against the mast, duplicating last night's pose.

"Can you break free?"

"Can I play dirty?"

"I never heard of a pirate needing permission to pull a trick," he smirked.

"Well in that case... you're wide open like this," she observed. "I could headbutt you."

She tapped her forehead to his playfully.

"You could, but if you do it like that you'll daze yourself as much as me," Zoro pointed out. "Do it like this instead."

He bumped his brow lightly on her jaw.

"It won't hurt you as much, but it'll send the other guy reeling. That all you got?"

"Well... if I'm taking cheap shots..."

Lana blushed furiously, but forced herself to follow through. She bumped her knee against his groin, light as a feather and quick as a whip. She was there and gone before she had the chance to feel anything of interest and she wasn't sure whether she was more relieved or disappointed by that fact.

"That is a cheap shot," Zoro chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Could be effective though... if you can land the hit. Try it again. For real this time."

"Zoro, no! I don't wanna-"

"You won't hurt me. Go on, Lana, try it."

She scowled unhappily but brought her knee up again, forceful as well as fast this time. She gasped harshly as he intercepted with his own knee at lightning speed, pushing hers aside easily and effectively forcing her legs apart. His hips slammed into hers, crushing her body between his and the mast. The impact smooshed all the air out of her lungs along with a strained little groan.

"You see the problem with that strategy?" he asked, his face once again breathtakingly close to hers. She could only manage to nod, momentarily overwhelmed by her body's primal reaction to the intense, scorching pressure of his as it trapped her.

'He must be doing this on purpose!' she thought. 'There's no way he doesn't know what he's doing to me... is there? Is he just that focused? That combat-oriented?'

Zoro's dark eyes sparkled with mischief, but the fact that he was having a good time didn't tell her what she wanted to know.

Lana had no way of knowing, but Zoro was actually thinking something very similar.

'She's so flustered... is she just frustrated because she's outmatched?'

He forced himself to pull back from her. He thought he saw a flash of disappointment cross her features, but he couldn't be sure.

"So then... what should I do instead?" Lana managed, regaining some composure now that there was a little space between them.

"Well for starters, if anyone's ever stupid enough to get as close to you as I just did, rip their throat out with your teeth," Zoro grinned.

"Be serious!"

"I'm not joking!"

"Fine, I'm not bothered by the taste of blood," Lana retorted, returning his demonic smirk with savage gusto that made his dark heart skip a beat. "And if they don't get close enough for that?"

"You're pretty flexible, yeah?"

"Fairly."

"Think you can get your feet up to my chest?"

"Both, or just one?"

"Both is good, one would work fine."

"I think I see what you're getting at here. Want me to push?"

"As hard as you can."

"Force you back."

"Exactly."

Lana had another idea. She brought her leg up, didn't stop at his chest. She moved higher with a grunt, hooking her knee around the back of his neck swiftly. His eyes widened with surprise, the only reaction he had time for. Lana turned his own high center of gravity against him again, throwing hard to the side and driving them both down onto the deck. He recovered quickly and the ensuing scuffle ended with him straddled atop her, her wrists pinned high while they both panted.

"That's not what I told you to do!" he berated her.

"I took you down though, didn't I?" Lana chuckled, way to pleased with herself given the outcome.

"Sure, but now what're you gonna do?" he countered.

"Hm... uh... well, crap. I'll come up with something."

"Will you now?"

"Unless you've got another move for me."

"Another move for you to ignore?"

"You're so freaking catty," Lana complained with a roll of her eyes. "I'll use your move if I'm ever in a serious jam. I promise. So? How do I survive this one?"

"This one? That's tough. There's not a clever way out and you're not strong enough to force your way free."

"So I just need to keep getting stronger," Lana reasoned.

"Yep. And if someone gets you on the ground like this before you're strong enough to overwhelm them..."

Zoro stood and offered her a hand up. She accepted it with a pained groan, already feeling the consequences of their short-lived wrestling match. Zoro didn't release her hand right away.

"... just start yelling my name as loud as you can," he instructed her. He squeezed her hand, holding her gaze intently. "Got it?"

"You tease too much," Lana said dismissively.

"Not this time. Say you will, Lana. Just in case. 'Kay?"

She realized he was being earnest. He still had her hand.

"Yeah, alright," she assured him. "Just 'til I'm strong enough to handle it myself. Which won't be long now, right?"

Zoro only smiled in response, then stretched and yawned.

"I'm gonna fit a nap in," he said as he settled down. "I've got the late watch again tonight."

Lana left him to it. She caught Robin watching them over the top of her book, eyes sparkling with intrigue.

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[breezy-cheezy]

I just want to say it's been delightful watching you get into One Piece. It's been one of my main fandoms for years, but most of the people I was following who posted about it moved on to other things and I didn't have the energy to try to find new ones, so my dash has been pretty empty of it and I mostly just kept up with the anime/manga and not much else. Your enthusiasm for it, and all the art you've been posting and reblogging, has been a highlight of my days. I have a One Piece fanfic I've been trying to finish for years, and I've felt more like writing it in the past week or so than I have in a very long time (haven't actually managed it yet, but maybe soon, I hope). I'm glad you're having fun, and I can't wait to see you get farther in the series. <3

And *I* just wanna say how touching this message is!! 🥺 Thank you for sending this, I’ve been putting off responding because I was hoarding it like a dragon HAHA

I’m glad you’re enjoying the sudden OP onslaught! Part of me always worries, but it IS my blog and I enjoy slapping a bunch of funny pirates on my metaphorical fridge, glad you’re getting a kick out of it too! Perks of a media about as old as me too is that there’s sooooo much content to dig through, it’s very fun! Even if I suck at avoiding spoilers LOL (I will at least try to shield my buddy from spoilers as she also works her way through the manga at her own pace XD)

I hear ya on struggling to finish a fic for so long…for me, with new fandom comes new ideas and we’ll see if I can actually finish these, lmao. I’m glad to hear you’re inspired again! What’s the fic about, out of curiosity? 👀 If you feel like sharing that is!

Thank you, it’s been a VERY fun read, and I hope to watch some parts in the anime later! For now tho manga is easiest for me to consume, and the art is just really nice?? 1000+ chapters used to be so intimidating but now I find it’s hard to put the thing down X’’’’D One Piece good, found family got me good! I’ll be a bit more detailed under the cut real fast (I’ve been yelling at another friend on discord with regular manga updates but I will say this)

Isa don’t open the read more :> :

I just finished Thriller Bark arc and ooooooh boy that was a Time. Zoro you are insane *sobbing* HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE

Usopp getting to use his anxiety/depression/negative thoughts as a strength against Perona was. SO funny yet SO vindicating, I love himmmmm-

Also the stuff with Brook is one of the things I feel I need to watch the anime on because!!! Music!!! That’s difficult to translate through manga, as pretty as the art is. Same for Chopper’s send off from Drum Island, I wanna see the pretty pink Sakura Blossoms!!!! But yea Brook made me cry. I remember really hoping Laboon would pop up again and BOY HOWDY let the skeleton see his baby whale again I beg….

I just hit the Sabody arc too and spotted Law for the first time! I already know his backstory (oops I’m nosey) and WOW HE’S A LITTLE SH*T HAHAHA funny greasy lookin man good to see ya X’’’D I also love Camie!! Kinda refreshing to see a female character getting to finally make the same (if not even MORE) whacky faces like the boys do hhdfhgjkdf you’re doing great sweetieeeee 😂 (also good to see Hachi again!!)

Also the intro to Celestial Dragons and slave trade is so. Man. This is VILE. The extent of horrors the Government will look away from because they’re Celestial Dragons doing the horrors. AUGH. Gross. The situation is revealed in a really neat way too, very engaging. Sooooo satisfying watching Luffy full on punch one CD in the face tho, BLESS. Love that funky lil dude. He really doesn’t care who you are, he can and WILL punch you if friends are threatened.

ALSO I do see Ace’s execution being set up in the bg. I know in a general sense what….happens to him. I don’t like it, let him out 😭

BUT YEA I’M HAVING ALOT OF FUN THANK YOU!!!!

[asdfghjklartblog]

Sure this is an art blog but is writing not just another form of art? Anyways take this it’s not finished but I think it’s cool!

Eustass Kidd x Usopp one shot fic, whole fic is in Usopp’s POV,

The idea of having four crews of the worst generation on one island was a terrible idea, however it couldn't be avoided. Sanji needed to restock on spices and meat, Franky wanted to dock somewhere to work on the ship and repair some things, even Usopp had things he needed to do on the island. But the thought of seeing Law's crew sounded like a pain in the butt while running into Hawkin's or Kid's crew sounded more like a fight waiting to happen.

"Usopp I don't like the sound of this either but the next island is about a week away, and unless you and Luffy can consistently catch a ton of fish. Luffy might start thinking about eating one of us."

"I would not!"

"Yes you would Luffy."

"Hihi! Yeah I would!"

"B-But, Nami... Please!!! I'd be fine if it was just Law's crew but-"

"Torao is here?!"

Nami turns to glare at Usopp. Shit. "That settles it! We're docking at the island then! That's alright right Nami?"

If looks could kill Usopp would probably be dead. Nami gritted out in a sickly sweet tone " Yeah, sure Luffy! I'd love to dock at the same exact island that three other dangerous crews are on!"

Luffy stared at Nami with a blank face, not quite getting that she was being sarcastic.

"..... Great?"

She sighs, she's been trying to help Luffy understand more social cues as well as when people are being nice versus when people are being rude. It looks like it's not working very well though.

Nami turns to Usopp, " This is your fault."

And truth be told, yes it was his fault that Luffy heard that Law was at the island but it was not his fault that they ran out of food to keep their ship crew fed. For the most part. Okay maybe he and Luffy one too many midnight snacks. Fine, more like 10 but who's counting.

Usopp heard a chuckle coming from Robin lying in the lawn chair and reading. " Well perhaps we'll run into a bit of fun? Maybe one of us will be framed for murder of a rival crew member?"

Franky comes out to the deck to reply, "Don't scare Nami and Usopp too much, plus I think it'd be a lot more entertaining if it actually was one of us! And it was like some kind of revenge plot or something!"

Robin looked at Franky with admiration and love, then proceeded to say "Isn't that a bit too cliche, Flam?"

"Well, I gues- wa-! Robin! You know I hate being called that!" Said Franky with a small pout on his lips. As Robin started to chuckle again.

"God they're so fucking sappy and cheesy, it's so cute and I'm really glad they're happy together but like god damn!"

"You're so right Nams, look at them all happy and shit. Absolutely disgusting."

"Girl, don't agree with me. I hate you right now, now we literally have to dock on this shitty island because you couldn't keep your voice down."

"You KNOW he has selective hearing, he would've heard anyways!"

Zoro interjected with "You know he wouldn't have heard anything if you both had shUT THE FUCK UP! NOW-"

"GO BACK TO SLEEP MOSS HEAD!"

"YOU SHOULD GO WANDERING OFF INTO THE DAMN OCEAN AND DROWN ASSHOLE!"

And Zoro immediately butt out of the argument as he got hit by both Nami and Usopp.

"Anyways, both of you are on dish duty for the rest of the week."

"You can't do that!"

"I DIDNT DO SHIT!!"

"Too bad, now get ready to leave the ship. You're also both on grocery duty."

The two men groaned as Nami walked away in a huff. Zoro looked at Usopp in the eye and sent him a little glare.

"Don't look at me like that. Look I'll buy you some good sake alright?"

"... I want two bottles of good sake."

"Ugh, deal."

With a little grin Zoro went back to relaxing, or maybe to maybe have a quick nap before going. Either way he was resting. Usopp walks down to his workshop to double check what parts he already has and which ones he needs and made a checklist of them. As he was about to go to ask Franky if he also needed any parts or what not he hears a knock on his door. Usopp opens it to find Sanji.

"Dish duty and grocery duty huh?"

"Man, shut the hell up."

Which earned a small laugh from Sanji.

"I'm gonna go wake the Marimo up now so you better hurry before we leave you."

"Wait, I gotta ask Frank a couple of things before I go."

Franky then pops his head from his workshop and proceeded to ask, "What do ya need to ask me?"

Usopp was surprised to see him there, not that it was irregular to see him in his own room. It was just that Usopp didn't expect him to be here. He thought he was still with Robin or something. He probably just didn't hear Franky coming down because he was so focused on his supply check.

"Since I'm going shopping I wanted to know if ya wanted me to get you any parts before they sell out of what we need or something."

"Aw, thanks little bro! I need like about 20 of the 35-67-20 seals and 10 of those 45-80-12 seals and about 100 or maybe even 200 nuts and screws of all the standard sizes and also three bouquets of Tulips, Rhododendrons, Zinnias, Plantain lilies and Day Lilies."

"Three?"

"Yeah, I looked for some flowers that were safe for deer and people and I'm giving one bouquet to Robin, Chopper and Nami to brighten their rooms a little!"

"Aw that's sweet! But don't you think Chopper might eat those? Considering that those flowers are safe for deer to eat? Although he isn't technically a deer but a reindeer."

Franky answered stood there in silence along with Usopp and Sanji. All of them ponder the question that was just asked. Franky then started to leave as he said to Usopp "So the seals, nuts and screws! Get 'em for me will ya? Thanks little bro!" And proceeded to go to the deck, probably to question Chopper whether he likes to eat flowers or not. Sanji then mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that Sanji?"

"Nothing, just wondering what I should make for dinner, anyways now that that's over with come on."

They walked out over to the deck to find Zoro, not where he was before. Or any of his usual sleeping spots.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

"God fucking dammit. He probably thought we left him or some shit. Fuuuuuck."

"That damned moss head, it's like he literally has moss in his head instead of an actual human brain. I'd say I can't believe this, but this is pretty on par for that dumbass."

"Should we split up and look for him before we go shopping?"

"We can't, we need to buy the groceries before the good shit is all sold out to the other crews, that fucking bitch is gonna pay if that happens!"

"Okay so what's the plan? Just buy the groceries?"

"Usopp look, I'm gonna need you to buy everything on this list I made for you. I'll handle half of the Marimo's list and you get the other half, can I count on you to buy the best ingredients you can find for as cheap as you can?"

Usopp smirked and replied confidently, " Nami ain't the only that can get a good bargain!"

"Hell yeah, go! Make me proud!

.

Usopp was arguing with a lady about the rice that Sanji needed him to buy. He heard from another vendor that he gets all his rice from here because her rice was high quality and delicious. So he did what he had to do to get the rice.

"My final offer! 10,000 berries for 160 kilograms of your finest rice!"

"Hah! The lowest I'll go is 16,000 for 30 kilos."

"What if I said please?"

"Hmm, 15,500 for 30."

"And if I said I'd help you repair your food stand?"

"Now you're talking! 12,500 for 30!"

"Deal! Pleasure doing business ma'am!"

"Like wise."

As Usopp shook her hand he felt proud of himself, he could understand Nami in a way. Getting a bargain did feel pretty good. But then he realised his mistake. He can't carry all this rice. Well technically he could, but that would take around two or three trips. Not only that but it's starting to get dark and he hasn't bought what Franky needs yet. He starts to think hard on what to do until he hears a loud yell from across the street.

He looks over and, oh. Oh no.

"Hey! You're the sniper for the Strawhats aren't ya?"

OH NOOOOOOOOOO

"Where's that shitty little kid anyways?"

This was not a good day for Usopp.

"Hey! You ignoring me or something you brat?"

"W-Who're you calling a brat! I'm only four years younger than you!"

Shit. As soon as Usopp finished his sentence, there was a murderous glint in Kidd's eye. He started to walk over to Usopp.

"Oh really? So you're the same age as that stupid captain of yours?"

"If you hurt me, uh. Luffy will come after you!"

He's getting closer he's almost right in front Usopp.

"Who cares about your captain? He ain't here now. What I wanna know is, what you would do."

What?

He leans over and whispers into Usopp's ear, "What would you do to me, huh?"

He then pulled away and smirked at Usopp. Taking in his flushed face.

"So you want help?"

"W-Whuh? Um. I-"

Kidd sighed and said, "THE BAGS? Do you need help with the bags? You know, the shit you have in your hands?"

"Oh! Uh I mean. I guess. Fuck! Yes, I mean yes I. Haha sorry. Just. Gimme a moment."

Holy fuck? What the fuck was that? What the FUCK was that? That was so fucking hot and terrifying holy shit what.

"Could you, h-help me with the rice? That'd be really helpful and um."

Kidd looks at Usopp, and asks with an aggravated tone, "What?"

"My name is Usopp. Uh, yeah."

Kidd raised an eyebrow and looked him dead straight in the eye. He laughed, and replied with a smile "I know."

This man is going to be the death of him. He didn't think it'd be this kind of death but nonetheless a death.

"So where do you need to go?"

"Well I need to go to the parts shop and maybe the junkyard if we have time."

"Sick. So which way?"

"Well a vendor I talked to before said that the parts shop should be further down a couple of streets and that I'd need to take a right turn at the red bar then proceed down that street and then we'd find it."

“Well then hurry up, I ain’t got all day you know.”

The walk was quiet, and quickly turning into an anxiety churning venture. He didn’t understand what was happening. Sure, he understood that he was shopping for groceries and then Kidd came into the picture. He invited himself in on this little adventure or whatever just as suddenly as he arrived. Usopp still wasn’t really sure what happened between that. That must have been a joke or something right? Or maybe this was a dream? Maybe he’s actually on the ship! Unconscious from Nami’s punch! Maybe-