Iâm thinking about soft service dom sanji todayâŠ.help me.
heâs a pervert by nature but i know he would be soft & sweet & supportive. :â((((( always wants you to feel pleased before focusing on himself. he doesnât want you to shy away either and praises you endlessly.
IâM SOBBING NOOOO.
Hi dear, sorry for the late reply.
Service dom Sanji (anime and OPLA) is the one living in my head rent free, and a bit cooler than usual. (istg I'm down so so SO bad for this kind of Sanji. My blog theme is the Sanji core I love fr) and let me brain dump here (nothing NSFW, a bit suggestive but I just want to explore how cunning he could be.)
Barista Sanji
cw: sexual fantasy with a stranger
The moment he sees you for the first time, he keeps his pervertedness so low, like when he's out to smoke and his eyes catch your figure, he only sees you for about 2 seconds then lights his cig between his lips, his back leaning against the wall outside his coffee shop. there's an angel 6 meters away at 10 o'clock, he thinks, and now he has a view he can focus on.
behind the billowing smoke in the air, his eyes wander around. people would think he's only a worker taking a break and sightseeing, but he's actually observing if there might be someone catching him watching you from this distance a bit too long or not. when he thinks his surroundings are safe, he takes another suck and darts his blue eyes at you.
A bit longer this time. no one notices it.
He's good at staring game, he'll land his stare somewhere else when your eyes are about to catch his. Now it's the green grass a few feet behind your legs he's seeing, but the picture of you, something he just recorded in his mind seconds ago, keeps playing in his head. Your hair color, your clothes, the hand gesture when you're talking to your friend, he takes note of everything.
When you and your friend come into the coffee shop from the main door, he hurriedly puts down the still long cig and readjusts the apron tie behind his back. He has plenty of those, and the chance to catch you is something he won't be missed.
"Good afternoon, Miss, how can I help you?" his loafers stomp over the cemented floor, there's a slight rush in his tempo, while he's walking to the place he should be, no matter if there's another barista standing by behind the bar ready to serve you. He shoots the "I handle this one!" glare to Usopp and flashes his usual smile to the face he's eager to talk to.
He asks your name. Then asks about your order; less ice or not, almond milk or cow milk, with whipped cream or not. He acts normally, but no one knows nothing's normal when the chemicals in his body cause a certain reaction beneath layers of clothes. Now he has your name, records what your voice is like, and captures the way you look back at him. When it comes to you, there's plenty of room in his head to keep that information.
May be useful tonight.
He calls your name earlier than he should, so you can come to take your order, and then he knows you're already there, he serves your drink so he can brush his fingers with yours.
"Iced White Chocolate Mocha for a sweet lady this afternoon."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't request the whipped cream," you say, taking the glass from his long fingers.
"It's on me," he leans in, folding his hands on the counter and lowering his head to level your gaze. How his fingertips touched yours a second ago, he'll remember that.
"Try it first if it's too sweet for you. White chocolate is sweeter so I don't add sugar." He follows your order to make it less sweet.
"Uh... paper straw?"
"Oh, I'm sorry but we don't have straws anymore."
They have.
He gives you the only option to sip it in front of him, your hand tilting the glass to your lips until your upper lip stains with the white foam, also there's a cream on the tip of your nose. Sanji gestures a gentle smile, handing you a tissue to wipe your mess until he witnesses you lick the remaining sweetness clean on your upper lip.
"Sweet enough for you?"
"Yeah. Sorry," you sheepishly chuckle, knowing nothing about his motive, yet slightly embarrassed about being watched by a handsome stranger. "Thank you for the treat, by the way."
"My pleasure, lady."
He watches your back get smaller in his vision until you sit with your friend. Whenever you take a sip, he steals a glance to tattoo how you tongue swipe that white thing clean in the back of his head, and how you together giggle after that as if you thank him for giving you the sweetness you need. My pleasure, that's it, he smirks while shaking a whipped cream bottle. Perhaps if you happen to visit this coffee shop again, he'll offer the membership so you can tell him your number.
Could you maybe write a fanfic for sio and nam soon. They have such good chemistry and I haven't found a fic for them .
Tysm <3
A matter of time| Ryu Sio x Namsoon
my first ever request can yall believe this im feeling overwhelmed thank you sm for this req anon! âĄ
Namsoon knew what her mission was. She knew Heesik was counting on her, the whole police station was counting on her, and finally , her mother was counting on her, but why was she thinking about Sio's words from yesterday?
"I've never had a birthday. I don't know my birthday so, it didn't feel important. They never gave me a birthday either, so I've never experienced it," Sio admitted as he looked out the window in his office. Namsoon sat on the black leather office chair behind him as she looked at him. Her eyes had a glint of sadness as she watched his back, feeling a certain emotion arise in her chest, pinching her heart. Namsoon shook her head as she pushed away the stinging feeling in her heart , not wanting it to affect her any longer.
Namsoon covered her watch with her palm, blocking the camera and microphone.
"Sio," Namsoon called out as Sio turned, awaiting her response. "Could we go out tomorrow? In the afternoon?" Namsoon asked with a wide smile on her face as Sio's lips turned into a smile, his cheekbones rising as he bent down, his face in front of hers as he responded, "Anything for you".
Namsoon's wrist was empty. Namsoon held onto the strap of her bag as she looked around the store. The store wasn't just any store, but an expensive cake store that was well known in Gangnam.
"Hello miss! Could I offer any help with our selection of cakes?" The staff approached Namsoon as she turned to them, a smile plastered on her face as she nodded.
"I'm getting a cake and maybe some brownies for..." Namsoon started but couldn't complete her sentence as she trailed off. Sio didn't feel like a boss to her, nor did he feel like a superior to her. He felt like someone that would take a bullet for her, someone that would be there for her at the snap of her fingers.
"Boyfriend? Excellent! We have a large selection of cakes and brownies that many couples get for each other and we're having a sale today as it's a weekend!" The staff spoke as Namsoon's eyes widened.
Namsoon had never considered it if he could be her boyfriend... he confessed his feelings to her, but she didn't respond. Wasn't that how all the Kdramas went?
The same feeling she felt the previous day returned as she looked at the glass casing, filled with different varieties of cakes and goods. Namsoon couldn't help but smile as she thought about what he'd like. Imagine his face, smiling as he looks at the cake and brownies, closing his eyes and making a wish. She felt the heat engulfing her cheeks as she slapped her face softly, trying to get rid of the embarrassment of her delusions.
"Would you like the cheesecake and brownie set? It's a very popular set among couples!" The staff asked behind the glass display as Namsoon nodded, eagerly watching the staff placing the cake and brownies carefully into the paper box.
Namsoon opened her wallet as she saw the photo Sio and her had taken during their steak dinner at the Mongolian Restaurant. Sio had a smile on his face as Namsoon held the camera up and held up a peace sign.
"That'll be 14,000 won, would you like to pay with a card?" The cashier clicked several buttons as Namsoon nodded, "Could you add candles to the order?".
The cashier smiled as she nodded, chuckling, "I'm sure your boyfriend will be very happy, especially when he has such a pretty girlfriend". Namsoon laughed at the cashier's flattery as she tapped her card on the reader, hearing a beep as the payment went through. Namsoon waved goodbye to the staff as she stepped outside the store.
"I'm at the address you sent, I'm outside." Namsoon's phone buzzed as she read the message from Sio. Her eyes lit up as she looked around the street, looking for the black car Sio would use to work and finally one of the windows on the cars rolled down, revealing Sio as he waved at her.
Namsoon grinned as she ran towards the stationary car, opening the door with her empty hand as she went into the car. Sio smiled at the girl as his eyes landed on the cake in her hand.
"What's this?" Sio asked as Namsoon looked at the cake in her hand, "Well, you mentioned that you've never had a birthday. So I thought we could have one today! It doesn't have to be a birthday, it could just be a party!".
Namsoon looked at Sio's face, expecting a smile or maybe look of upset, but instead, he looked like he had a lot running through his mind. His eyes were glued onto the cake before it rose to her eyes.
Out of anxiousness, Namsoon began blabbering, "Sio? Do you not like it? If you don't want to, then I could just bring back the cake home for dinner, we don't have to -"
"Thank you".
Namsoon looked at Sio, eyes wide as she looked at him. His hand was on hers as their hands rested on the solid cake box.
"Sio, this is the least I can do. Even in Mongolia, I had birthdays every year! You should have one too," Namsoon said as Sio looked at the girl, a hint of adoration in his face as he whispered, "Then celebrate with me every year. We'll celebrate together".
Namsoon swore she felt shivers down her spine as she looked at him. Every sense of responsibility given by the people around her seemed to disappear. Sio didn't make her feel like how she felt when she was with her mother, her family members, or even strangers around her.
"Let's go!" Namsoon yelled as she raised both her hands up in the air, running towards the grass patch beside Hangang River.
Namsoon didn't know much about South Korea... yet, but she knew that Hangan River was a place where many people would gather and have picnics in the day, while couples would come out at night. Technically, since the sun was setting, they were quite literally in the middle.
Namsoon crossed her legs as she sat across from Sio, who looked uncomfortable crossing his legs, his legs being too long and his pants being too tight once he sat down.
"Sio, should we just sit at the steps? You look like you aren't comfortable," Namsoon asked as Sio shook his head.
"I won't let something as small as pants ruin our time here. Now, what do we do now?" Sio responded as Namsoon began opening the cake box, revealing the cake and the brownies on the side.
Namsoon took out the packet of coloured candles as she placed them around the surface of the cake. The lighter in her hand clicked several times as her thumb rolled the wheel on the side, lighting a fire as she lit the candles.
"Sio, hold up the cake, I'll take a photo," Namsoon told the CEO as she held up her phone camera, pressing record as she sang.
"Happy birthday to you."
Sio didn't want the moment to end. It felt like he had the universe before him, singing him happy birthday. The only person that truly cared about him, right infront of him. The one he wanted forever and ever, with him at that moment.
"Happy birthday our dear Sio, Happy birthday to you," Namsoon ended the song as she whispered behind the camera, "Make a wish!".
Sio closed his eyes as he wished, with all his might to every higher being up in the sky listening to him.
"I wish... that we'll be together, forever. Just Namsoon and I," Sio wished as he opened his eyes and blew out the candles.
Namsoon tapped her wrists, mimicking clapping as she stopped the recording, placing her phone down.
"What did you wish for Sio?" Namsoon asked as Sio responded, "Isn't it a thing that if we say our wishes out loud, they won't come true?".
Namsoon whined as she said, "But I'm really curious! So I have to know!".
Sio sighed, a cheeky smile on his face as he said, "I wish for us to always be together".
This made Namsoon's smile fade as she looked to the cake, avoiding his stare as she sighed.
They would never be able to be together, and she knew that deep down. They could try to escape and avoid everyone, but her mother or pavel would find them. It was only a matter of time, but they'd make use of it, spend every second together.
"I know I've already said this, but I still have feelings for you. I won't force you into anything, but I want you to know that I'll always choose you," Sio said as he looked up to the orange sky, turning his body to see the sunset behind him.
Sio looked breathtaking, and Namsoon couldn't waste the moment. Taking back her phone, she snapped a photo as she looked at him, a wave of sadness washing over her as she stared at him.
Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon, and it revolves around Nam-Soon's life and Si-Oh's redemption. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.
Prompt: Nam-Soon wins a bet.
Nam-Soon didn't even try to conceal the teasing grin that stretched across her face as she approached Si-Oh. She began to dance, moving her body joyfully and shimmy-ing her shoulders as she lightly sang the tune of Gangnam Style.
Si-Oh watched her approach with an indulgent curl of his lips, tipping his head back to stare at the blue sky above as she drew closer. Only looking back down when she hopped with both feet to stand at attention in front of him, staring up at him triumphantly.
"Shall we?" He gestured for her to walk in front of him towards the company car, but she stayed stubbornly planted before him.
"Not until I hear you say it." She slyly replied.
Si-Oh sighed, experiencing an odd mixture of both annoyance and affection towards his pint-sized assistant. Normally such insolence would have lit a fire in his gullet, triggering a defensive response that demanded he crush whoever had the arrogance to challenge him. But coming from her, with her sparkling eyes and infectious smile ... he found himself basking in the warmth of her camaraderie.
"Ah, yes. You were correct, I concede defeat."
Her chin lifted proudly, as she reached up with one hand to flip her long hair over her shoulder. "Thank you, thank you. Naturally, I deserve a prize for this display of business prowess. What are you willing to give me as a reward?" Her tone was light and unserious, her face open and happy.
The question from anyone else would have had him tensing in preparation for conflict. From her, he only felt what most people must mean when they refer to getting butterflies. The answer left his lips before he consciously made the decision to reply ...
"Anything."
Nam-Soon's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Anything?" She repeated in question.
Si-Oh nodded definitively, before voicing his confirmation. "Anything."
"Hmm..." She pondered aloud, raising a delicate finger to tap at her chin, and squinting her eyes dramatically. "That is quite the invitation. I'll have to think on it carefully. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, you know." She chirped pertly, before turning on her heel and beginning to stride towards the car. He followed at a more leisurely pace, keeping his strides shorter to match her shorter legs.
"Should I be worried?" He volleyed back, fully knowing he needn't worry at all.
"Oh yes," she said sunnily as the driver opened the side door for her to climb in. She peeked back at Si-Oh from over her shoulder, taunting him in a comedic timbre "Be afraid, be very afraaaiidd..." her voice pealing off into silly laughter as she climbed into the dark vehicle.
Si-Oh found himself smiling once again as he seated himself next to her. It seemed to be happening more often the more time he spent with Nam-Soon. He was both curious and intrigued by the development. He didn't know necessarily what it was about her that drew him, like a moth to a flame. All he knew was that the more time he spent in her presence, the more the cold, dark spaces inside of him seemed to shrink. He wanted more. No. He *craved* more, more than any drug he'd ever used. Being near her was like being injected with pure light, concentrated sunshine. And for a man like him, who had been denied every affection and comfort since he was a child ... he was helpless to resist her.
opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards
summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.
one.
âso⊠i should just⊠talk to her.â zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.
nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.
âyes. sweet god â just go up to her and say âhey, i think i might like youâ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.â
zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, âgo? so thereâs a chance it could go badly.â
this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.
âwell thereâs always a chance it could go badly ââ
âsounds like a bad idea to me.â zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling itâs feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.
âoh! newspapers here!â your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later youâre bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news cooâs bag. your arm brushes by zoroâs as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.
nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.
zoro doesnât have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.
âuh â anything interesting?â zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.
you shrug, ânope⊠just the usual â uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrolsâŠâ you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggyâs freakshow.
zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.
âhey â uhâŠâ
âhm?â you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.
zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.
just say it, nami had said, just tell her.
really, how hard could it be?
âi uh â thereâs something i wanna talk ââ
âwait, hold still,â you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoroâs visions tunnels in around him â youâre close, closer, too close/too close/too close!
your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.
âthe news coo left you a present,â you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.
zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.
âit couldâve left worse,â he says, recalling the few times that heâd gotten bird shit in his hair.
you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.
ânow, you make a wish,â you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.
ânever heard of that before,â he frowns slightly, âthought you could only wish on dandelion seeds andâŠâ he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, âshooting stars and stuff.â
your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.
âhavenât you heard that rules are meant to be broken?â you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.
âokay â i wish ââ
you squawk flapping your hand, âno! you canât tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it wonât come true!â
zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, âi thought rules were meant to be broken?â
you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, heâd been making since the moment he met you.
when he opens his eyes, itâs to find you staring.
âkay. now what?â he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.
ânowâŠâ you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, âyou let the sea take your wish. and if youâre worthy, itâll grant the wish for you!â
zoro lets out a breathy laugh, âif iâm worthy? and howâs it supposed to know that?â
you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he mightâve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.
your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, âbecause⊠the ocean knows all the secrets the sky canât keep.â
two.
at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn â he turns towards you too â
your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.
he canât help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.
âfeel like sharing?â you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.
wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.
across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.
âoi, moss-head â mind if i take a swig too?â sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.
âget your own,â he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.
zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if youâd taste like wine. or, if heâd even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.
three.
â⊠and then, you pull it through⊠like this?â you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.
âuh â not quite â here,â he pushes off from the barrel heâs sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, âyouâre breaking in your waist again â keep your core tight and ââ he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.
âoh.â
it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy itâd be to hold you to him and never let go.
âso just⊠practice that a few hundred times,â he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.
âwill you practice with me?â you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide â zoro is sure.
he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.
âah⊠i guess i could use a bit of practice too.â
he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.
âready?â he asks.
you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.
âokay, how many are we doing?â
zoro casts around for a number, âa thousand.â
âzoro!â
âfive⊠hundred?â
you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.
âhow about we start with a hundred, and then iâll see how i feel from there?â
zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, âi could do a hundred in my sleep.â
you make a show of rolling your eyes, âfine then â go take a nap!â
zoro huffs as he clears his throat, âright then â letâs start â one, two ââ
you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.
up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.
âhey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!â
usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.
âuh â not that i think he wouldnât but ⊠maybe you should just⊠let them do their thing, yeah?â
four.
âi think you really should tell her,â luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than heâd intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest â still sore from their recent raid.
âi donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, ânami said youâd say that.â
zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather werenât so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but â
âreally, whatâs the worse that could happen?â luffy asks.
zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, âoh i donât know, she doesnât feel the same and shit gets awkward and ââ he waves a hand at the going merry, âthe crew falls apart.â
thankfully, luffy doesnât pause to call him out on for once not denying it.
instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, âhm⊠yeah, that could happen. but⊠i donât think it will.â
inside his chest, zoroâs heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.
âwhy? she say something to you?â he canât keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation heâd only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this â if one day his heart might just give out.
ânope!â luffyâs voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, âiâve just got a feeling!â
âa feeling.â
âyeah! and â have a little faith! the straw hat crew isnât that fragile.â
with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.
above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.
a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.
a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish â
alright roronoa, please. donât fuck this up.
five.
âahem.â zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. heâs never been one to believe in liquid courage, but⊠it couldnât hurt, right?
âcan we, uh, talk?â
you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.
âsure! whatâs up?â
across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.
âcâmon⊠not in here,â zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.
âwhatâs got you so secretive all of a sudden?â you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.
âiâm allowed to have secrets,â he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.
âwe all are, but⊠i thought weâd gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar ââ
zoro coughs, âalright, alright â donât need to bring that up again.â
you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.
âso? whatâs this new secret, then?â
zoro swallows, âuh â wouldnât exactly call it new.â
âalright then, an old secret.â
ânot super old, either ââ
you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.
âzoro? is⊠everything okay?â
he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says â
âyeah. i think ââ he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.
âi think i might like you.â
the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but youâre quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.
âoh,â you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.
zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders â say something, goddamnit! say anything!
âsoâŠâ he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.
you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.
âyou think you might like me, right?â you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things heâd imagined you doing â everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how youâd felt the same since the beginning â this was not one of them.
âuh⊠yeah, pretty sure thatâs what i said.â
you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoroâs heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.
âah⊠so what do you think we should do then?â
zoro stares, â⊠do?â
âyeah, because if youâre not sure if you like me⊠we should do something to make sure, right?â
and itâs then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nestâs edge.
âmm. youâre right â i can think of a few things we could try, though.â
âyeah?â you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but itâs the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.
as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.
it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment heâd heard you laugh.
and then â just like that, heâs kissing you. and youâre kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling â soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.
just him.
he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.
it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. youâre both panting, a little breathless, and zoro â a lot relieved.
âsoâŠâ you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.
zoro doesnât try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.
âso?â
you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.
âwhatâs the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?â you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.
âhm,â zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, âdunno⊠juryâs still out⊠might have to try it a few more times. yâknow⊠just to be sure.â
âmmâŠâ you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, ây-yeah⊠wouldnât want you to be ââ you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âuncertain.â
ânoâŠâ and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, âwe certainly wouldnât want that.â
bonus.
far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.
âitâs been a while since theyâve been up there. think we should go check on them?â
luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.
âthey should be okay â i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?â
âuh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,â usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.
nami swirls her drink, âi think theyâre fine. and weâd hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?â
across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.
âwhoa, you think heâd really do that if she rejects him?â usopp asks, his face going a little pale.
nami rolls here eyes, âno.â and then a moment later, âbut really, weâd hear him if he jumped, right?â
luffy licks his lips, shrugging, âdunno, probably though. heâs pretty heavy so heâll make a pretty big splash.â
sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.
âyeah, yâknow really, no news is good news.â
Rating/Content Warnings: somewhere between PG-13 and R? Like there's definitely a L O T of sexual themes, but no actual doing of the do. Mostly just a lot of Sanji oggling the reader and trying so hard failing not to be a creep.
Summary: I love the idea of teasing Sanji in general because he's such a man whore (affectionate) but there's something especially funny to me about doing it completely on accident, so here's approx. (#) words of Sanji having a full on breakdown because reader wore a short skirt with long socks literally once.
Disclaimer(s): okay this is for all my fellow thick thighed bitches because I just KNOW, K N O W Sanji would go crazy for that shit. Do not ask me why. it came to me in a dream. it was revealed to me in visions. he told me himself. That being said, because of that and story reasons there are a few specific physical traits mentioned (thick thighs and being too short to reach a shelf) and the reader is wearing a skirt, so keep that in mind!
Sanji considers himself a man of tremendous patience.
He might not seem it with how often he finds himself oggling the women on the crew, flirting with any woman he sees, what have you- but really, all of it's tame in comparison to his thoughts. His desires. The warmth that floods his chest when he sees a particularly attractive woman walk by.
He's as chivalrous as possible with his crewmates, trying not to be too distracted by their beauty, flits of the eyes, flicks of the hair. He prides himself on his ability not to react. And then...well, then today happens. Then, he sees you - the most recent crewmember - in a tiny, swishy little skirt.
It makes sense, he supposes, for you to wear something so short. It's sweltering out.
Still, ever since he first saw you in the morning, he hasn't been able to get the sight of your plush thighs out of his head. Hence his early start on cooking dinner, attempting to clear his head the only way he knows how.
He's sweating a bit from the heat himself, but he tries to focus on the food and the cooking, not thinking about you. He just wants to get the food done and be finished with this day-long distraction. The sooner he finishes cooking the sooner they can have dinner and the sooner he can retire to his room, wrap his fist around his cock, finish himself off, go to sleep, and forget about all of this.
He reassures himself that it can't be too long before he's able to lock his door and unwind when there's a gentle, rhythmic knock at the open doorframe, alerting him of someone else's presence.
"Hey Sanj!"
You. Of course. As if his life weren't hard enough already.
"Whatcha making?"
You ask curiously, short skirt swishing with your movements as you walk in and hop up on one of the counters he isn't using, watching him with rapt attention. He looks up at you for a moment and smiles before looking back at his cooking, trying to avoid stolen glances at your legs.
"Just cooking up dinner. Nothing exciting."
It makes sense, he supposes. You were by far his closest friend on the crew, so of course you'd be the liaison for the rest of the crew (read: Luffy) to send to spy when they wanted to know what was for dinner.
Still, doesn't make you any less distracting.
"Disagree. Watching you cook is fascinating," you counter softly with a fond smile, thankfully oblivious to his staring.
Your words go straight to his ego, before moving down to his...nevermind. The point is, your admiration makes him happy. He's always been a sucker for compliments to his cooking. You're a good audience, too- quiet and curious and good company, mostly either doing your own thing (reading, mending old clothes, drawing - though you've never let him see your sketchbook, he's asked) or watching intently as he works.
Still, his mind is drifting elsewhere. He can't help but imagine how soft your thighs would be in his hands, how warm one would feel pressed against the skin of his cheek with your legs wrapped around his head-
Sanji freezes for a second at that thought and then quickly tries to focus back on the food cooking.
"You think so?" He asks with a calm smile, trying to keep his composure, "I'm sure I'm not too special to watch."
"You sell yourself short," you respond with a click of your tongue and a fond shake of the head. You really do enjoy watching him cook, eyes scanning across his hands while he works, admiring his skill and technique with soft eyes. "It's...relaxing. Watching you work, I mean."
Sanji chuckles nervously, looking down at his hands with a slight blush and pointedly avoiding your eyes.
You hum softly in consideration and there's a comfortable pause, the galley going silent again, save for the sounds of utensils scraping and the sizzling of oil in a pan.
It's no surprise to him that he's been so distracted all day, unfortunate though it is. Everyone knows he really, really likes women, it's common knowledge. But in particular, Sanji's always had a weakness for thighs. (Anything soft, honestly, he's always been one for soft.) But thighs in particular have always been a surefire way to raise his blood pressure (among other things).
He tries to avoid looking at you while he cooks, but he can't help himself at times. You really do have lovely thighs and he wants to feel them for himself, wants to know if you're truly as soft and warm as you look, wants to know how quickly they'd bruise in the shape of his fingers or his teeth. He really does try not to look, but it's taking its toll on him and he finally turns back to you in curiosity.
"Is that really comfortable?"
You cock your head at him in confusion for a moment before realizing what he's talking about, laughing softly at the question and looking down at the skirt on yourself with a shrug.
"I mean, it's like a bajillion degrees out. If I wore something else, I think I might've melted."
You hop off the counter gently, smooth and coordinated on your feet as always as you stand before doing a little twirl to show off the outfit to him.
"Plus, it's actually super practical, since it has the shorts built in."
He's used to you showing off to him like this any time an outfit you've picked out is unexpectedly practical - dresses with pockets, hidden weapon holsters, shockingly soft fabrics and the like - and he usually finds your excitement quite cute.
This time, though, is different. Your twirl makes the skirt flare up and he swears his heart explodes in his chest. There are built in shorts, but calling them that is more of a stretch than the average fighting move from their captain. They must be at least 3 or 4 inches shorter than the skirt itself, made of some sort of legging material. The action only flashes him a better view of your thighs and he knows it's not on purpose, but good god.
Sanji gulps a bit, his eyes caught on that wonderful sight you inadvertantly just showed him. He tries so hard to not stare, to be respectful, to focus on the food.
"Practical indeed!"
His voice cracks on the forced, over-enthusiastic response, begging himself just to be normal for one second, let the moment pass by naturally.
But he's never been good with self-control. And his mouth has always been much faster than his brain.
"You know, you really do look amazing in that, sweetheart. You should wear that style more often."
As soon as the words come out, he's kicking himself over them. He'd tried desperately just to look you up and down quickly and say you look amazing, a simple, averagely flirtatious comment that no one would look twice at. But he knows the main reason he likes how you're dressed so much, and his traitorous mind is caught between telling himself to get it together and begging you to let him feel you.
"Aww, thanks!" You chirp happily at the compliment, doing another cute little spin. It would be precious if it weren't making it so hard for him to think, but he thinks the soft blush his words put on your cheeks is worth showing his hand a bit-
"Maybe I should, I do like it."
-he might've doomed himself to never being able to focus again, though.
Sanji is trying so hard not to stare. He tries to look at anything else- the kitchen, the walls, the food, anything at all. It's like a scene from a cartoon with a heart-eyed schmuck trying to look anywhere but at a woman's cleavage. He takes a breath and tries his best to settle back into his usual, teasing demeanor.
"Yep, I really think you should. You make for a lovely view."
He succeeds, for the most part, you biting your lip with a soft smile and mumbling a flustered little "thank you" in response, and goes back to his cooking, mind still on you.
Still, it's a respite, and he manages to distract himself well enough by focusing on the food.
It's silent for another few, calm moments before he tastes the sauce he's making and finds it missing something, sighing softly. He calls to you without thinking, since you're already there, and always quite eager to help him in the kitchen any way you can when he'll let you.
"Could you fetch me the coriander, love?"
He doesn't think it through, he must've done it a million times before, but this time...
Of course you go to get it, angel that you are. It was never in doubt that you'd be willing to lend a helping hand, especially when he'd asked in that soft, quiet voice that seemed reserved for you and you only.
The problem is that you can't quite reach the shelves, hopping up on your tip-toes, the bottle less than a fraction of an inch from your fingertips. But the view it gives him, the angle- christ, he can see fully up your skirt, the fabric riding up in your attempt to reach for the jar and barely covering your ass.
"Oh god," Sanji mumbles to himself under his breath, now very distracted by the view. You look so cute. Your thighs look so good in that skirt, and the angle he has gives him a full view up it. He almost walks over and gets the bottle for you on instinct, used to grabbing things for you when you can't reach.
But...he doesn't.
It's complete sin, but he doesn't. He feels guilty about letting you struggle to reach the bottle of spice rather than just getting it down himself, but he can't resist the opportunity to oggle you in this position a little longer. So he doesn't say anything, do anything, ashamed of his thoughts and his own inaction. He knew he could be a touch desperate at times, but he promised himself that he would never be...he wasn't the type of man to do this. Christ, he can't believe he's actually doing this now.
Eventually, you hop to reach it, finally able to grab the container with a satisfied little 'ha!'
He only has a few seconds to stare at how good that little jump makes you look - gravity doing the work and making your thighs, your ass, your tits bounce for a moment when you land - before he has to school his reaction back to normal. Look professional. It only makes him feel worse how proudly you hand him the spice jar after turning around, completely unaware of the show you just gave him.
"...thank you, love."
You nod happily in response, walking back out from behind the galley so as not to get in his way, the act guilt-inducingly thoughtful.
"I'll tell them it'll be a few more minutes, yeah?" You ask, flashing him that dazzling smile and he can't do much else but nod as you leave the room to tell the rest of the crew the ETA on dinner, skirt swishing around your hips. He puts his head in his hands, elbows on the counter, and groans.
you can find other zoro fics here: Naomi's archive
pairing: zoro x fem reader
tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, consumption of alcohol
summary: One would expect the swordsman to unwind after a battle, but there are times when he can't help but think. Alcohol doesn't always come in handy when a specific crewmate he grew fond of cuddled a tad bit too close to his heart.
word count: 3.3k
theme song: 'Daylight' by David Kushner
A/N: It can be imagined with both anime and opla Zoro. I don't know if he's slightly ooc or not, but I genuinely wanted to dig into this side of a relationship with the swordsman. The awkward times when he's getting used to it and simply accepting everything as a new part of his life.
I didn't forget about my multi chapter fiction, I just didn't find the inspiration for the 8th chapter. I couldn't help but write this for my own comfort and I want to mention that this original art of @tea917339 inspired me (check it out, it's absolutely amazing!!!)
I'm always open for your opinions and comments, so don't be shy about sharing your thoughts with me! <3
Usually, nights with the Straw Hats were lively, even after battles that left the crew members injured and bleeding. They would pick each other up and cheer up by simply bickering â that's what Zoro thought.Â
The same way Luffy's hand extended to help him back on his feet after he plopped down on the ground to rest. The same way Zoro reassured Chopper after the kid tried his best not to get emotional afterwards. The same way Sanji threw some remarks and the swordsman spat back in annoyance. And, for fuckâs sake, Nami reminded him for the tenth time that day he owes her berry for something he completely forgot about. Usopp was sighing in relief every time he remembered they escaped with life again while Robin agreed with a soft smile on her face. Truly, it was almost insane â Zoro wouldn't exactly call that a miracle because he's doubtful of its existence.Â
However, he couldn't bring himself to cheer up once the celebration of their victory was over and everyone went into their rooms. He was on the night watch and all he found himself capable of doing was burying in memories of all kinds, be it happy or not. With not enough alcohol in his system yet, it was rather hard to push those thoughts into the back of his head.Â
The swordsman sat on the deck, his back resting against the wooden cabin. Hidden from prying eyes, he found peace in the temporary silence. Rare were the times when the crew was so peaceful and it was usually during the night, when they were asleep, because otherwise they would've caused a mayhem.Â
The side of his mouth curled upwards at that thought. It was equally annoying and endearing, since in the months spent with them he found a lot of things about himself. Like the fact that he found his crew to be a family, like the way he sometimes found peace even in the chaos caused by them.Â
Or like the presence he grew way too fond of along the way. That witch â she truly was one, judging by the effect she had on him. Only a spell could've made his mind get so clouded, only some unknown force could've managed to soften his edges so well. She joined the crew from the first day and he believed that a spell had been casted upon him since the first time they gazed at each other.Â
Right. Zoro gulped down. The effect she had on him was equally annoying and pleasant.Â
Annoying because he should've focused on his promise to Kuina, not get lost in between fairytales. He wasn't by any means the charming prince riding a white horse and he didn't intend on becoming one anytime soon. It filled him up with feelings unknown to him. Zoro might be a fan of adventures and he had rather insane ideas â as one might say â, but such sentiments were an entirely new path to walk on.Â
First and foremost, it bothered him the fact that he wasn't sure he could fulfill both his promises and whatever the fuck was going on between him and the witch. He couldn't pinpoint what was happening, it was all in a blur, even if everything was clearing up whenever he saw her.Â
That's when he's reminded why he likes their relationship â what kind of, he didn't know. When he saw her, there were always sparkles in her eyes and the smile on her face would grow wider, lines of happiness appearing on her cheeks. The curl of her lips would make his heart skip a few beats and he would relax his shoulders unconsciously. Eyes filled with joy looked at him as if he was the very reason behind her purest sensations.Â
Also, not to mention how warm the depths of his chest felt when she was near. The heat would rise to his cheeks, which he sometimes found uncomfortable, but Zoro never ran away. A side of him wished so badly to go the other way and never look back, ignore her and those stupid damned feelings, but he never gathered enough courage to do so. Every single time, he would remain stuck, with his eyes stuck on her frame and fingers aching to touch and lips tingling to kiss.Â
God fucking dammit.Â
With a curse rolling off his tongue casually as he closed his eyes, the back of his head collided with the wooden wall he rested his back against. Zoro sat with his knees bent and feet planted onto the floor, only his Wado Ichimoji in his proximity. With its hilt glued to his shoulder, the sheathed sword was in between his fingers. By that time, he held it for comfort.
If that's what he could call it. The swordsman wasn't sure what else to associate it with. Or was it familiarity? The white sword was the only memory he had of a long lost friend and his first home at the dojo, by the side of his sensei. It was the only object tying him to his past, to his beginning, to times when he was much weaker, but determined nonetheless.Â
To care about his promise was familiar. Zoro wouldn't give it up â proof was the simple fact that he still achieved to become the strongest swordsman in the world. One day, he will meet Mihawk again and when he does, he will be stronger than the first time he encountered him at Baratie.Â
Looking back, it's been so long since. So long since a new life appeared before his eyes and he accepted it with no hesitation. He was a pirate, a Straw Hat, Luffy's first mate. The swordsman swore to help his captain achieve his own dream.Â
Those promises were familiar. The erratic heartbeats caused by the witch weren't. The sensation settling in the pits of his stomach when her gentle fingers would brush over his arm weren't. It was foreign and it didn't sit well with him.Â
Kuina.Â
He still saw her face in his dreams sometimes and it was usually her ghost haunting him. Other times, in her place would be one of his friends and each time it was harder to fall asleep.Â
When awake, memories of her replayed so vividly in his mind. Swords clashing together and whistling as they cut the air in half. A grin brightening up Kuina's face when he would fall on his butt and cuss her out again. They promised that one of them would become the greatest, but he was the only one capable of that, because her bones lay in a grave somewhere far away.Â
Zoro opened his eyes and stared at the night sky with scars scattered all over it. A calming view, even if there was tumult inside of him, hidden in between ribs that broke with each new pump of his heart. His brown eyes fell to the floor and he crossed his arms on top of his knees, gripping the sword tighter. His chest puffed up with air when he inhaled and he let out a heavy sigh.Â
âZoro?â a soft whisper made him jump out of his thoughts.Â
The swordsman snapped his head and he was greeted by the sight of someone he didn't even know he was searching for. A side of him wished to say something along the lines of âfuck offâ while the other side desperately wanted to soak into her presence.Â
A witch, indeed.Â
His eyes ran up and down her figure. She didn't seem surprised to find him there, in a rather hidden spot, which meant she didn't search for too long. Did she even search for him or did she also wish to be alone for a while? The first place to search for someone during night shifts was the crows nest.Â
She held two bottles of what he guessed to be alcohol and she swung them carefully before stepping closer. His chest tightened and he found it harder to breathe, even if it was inevitably easier than before at the same time. For some reason, she had that effect on him.Â
Maybe he knew that reason all too well, but he just avoided thinking of it.Â
âYou told me we'd drink something together,â she reminded him in that warm voice of hers.Â
The sweet melody that calmed his nerves.Â
He didn't know what kind of energy radiated off him, but her behavior was far more gentle than usual. She wasn't hesitant, the witch never hesitated around him, she was just mindful of her actions and words.Â
He didn't know why for a second he saw understanding in the curl of her lips when she crouched down. Unconsciously, Zoro knitted his eyebrows together in confusion at her gestures.Â
The bottles hit the floor and she let go of them. Her eyes sparkled like they always did, but there was something different that time â a warmth they held only when she comforted Chopper or encouraged Usopp. Warmth similar to the shy rays of the sun of the morning, when the cold is still lingering and there's a specific scent in the air. Gentleness he only ever saw in her, because Luffy's kindness was different.Â
A warmth so humane that was visible for the crew alone or those in need of it.Â
The witch recognized something in his demeanor and Zoro had no clue what that was about. He could only see it in her gaze.Â
âI suppose it isn't really the perfect time for me to butt in, hm?â she whispered.Â
Like a promise only for him to hear. A secret.Â
âHow'd you find me here?â he found himself speaking before he thought it through.Â
The question made her shrug.Â
âI pick up easily on your energy. It's quite unmistakable, y'know?âÂ
There it was â one of the main reasons why she had the nickname of Witch both on the ship and outside of it. She's spoken about that for a few times and he had to admit he understood what she meant. However, the swordsman only felt those âenergiesâ (as she liked to call them) in specific moments. He remembers that time in Lougetown when everything felt like energy instead of palpable objects, the reason why he won that fight.Â
Sometimes he seriously wondered if she hadn't met his sensei at some point in her life.Â
âWhat is it like?â once again, he asked before thinking.Â
The witch pulled her lips in a tight line and hummed, gathering the right words to describe it. Her gaze bounced around and she grimaced once, when she probably found her choice of words to be unpleasant or inappropriate â she always scrunched her nose when it was difficult to find the proper terms.Â
âIt's sharp, but warm. Kind of steady, constantly flickering. For example, Luffy's energy is always all around the place and Chopper's gets out of control easily. Robin has the steadiest energy of all of us, even if it was kind of⊠strange lately.âÂ
Zoro arched his eyebrow at the last piece of information and only received a hand waving through the air.Â
âIgnore the last part, I'm still figuring it out myself. No need to worry.âÂ
The swordsman knew the energy she was talking about was different than what he felt when she was in presence, but he wondered if whatever laid in her heart interfered with her ability to distinguish his being from the others.Â
He watched as the witch looked at the bottles next to him and then clicked her tongue, deep in thought.Â
âI don't know if they'd help you tonight, but I'll let you be.âÂ
None of those words were accusatory. They were all coming from a place of kindness and patience.Â
Suddenly, her fingers curled around his bicep, below the bandana wrapped around his arm. Skin on skin, her touch was hot and pleasant, even if very confusing.Â
What was she thinking?Â
His puzzled feelings were written on his face. Uncertainty laid in his dark brown eyes and his fingers held onto the sword tighter. He didn't even notice when the grip on his Wado Ichimoji loosened up.Â
Her gaze was reassuring as ever and she gently rubbed her thumb into his tensed muscles.Â
Zoro had to at least admit to himself that vulnerability was uncomfortable. Without spoken words, she picked up on it.Â
âI don't know for sure if I'll get to sleep tonight, so you could cut your night shift in half.â She's having issues with nightmares again? he silently wondered. âI'll be in my room, reading. Do what you see fit.âÂ
Instantly, she was back on her feet with her back straight and walked away. The swordsman didn't know what happened or what he should understand.Â
He was utterly and completely confused. What just happened?Â
Oh. The witch gave him space and time to think. She also told him where she was in case he decided to grip at the promise of comfort and hold tightly onto it. The opportunity laid right in front of him and he was the only one to decide whether he used it to his advantage or not.Â
Zoro didn't notice when his shoulders relaxed. His body wasn't as tense as a few minutes ago, his back didn't feel as stiff. The exhale he left wasn't heavy anymore.Â
The swordsman knew what this was about. Maybe it was the time to just accept his feelings and get on with it. He had to suck it up and deal with it, even if dealing with her wasn't the right way to word it out. It always felt more like she was dealing with him.Â
With closed eyes, he remembered the last time her lips brushed by his. Gosh, it was so hot and his blood was bubbling like lava in his veins. It wasn't an accident, he intended on kissing her back with fever, but he had a hard time accepting everything. It was⊠weird. Facing that reality was troublesome.Â
She has yet to lose her patience. The witch remained firm and each one of her questions were answered by gestures instead of words â something familiar for him. She was far more skilled with expressing herself even when sensitive topics came up.Â
That was a miracle. Her presence alone could be compared to a miracle because it was completely unexpected and somehow always caressing him the right way. It was scary how accurately she could read him and the same applied to him.Â
The sky before his eyes continued to sparkle with stars and he remained still in his place. His fingers caressed the scabbard of his sword as he blinked in the darkness, the chill air of the night invading his lungs.Â
It was complicated and so simple at the same time. Zoro knew the answer â he just had to come to terms with it.Â
Just as age promised, the witch sat on the bed in her room with a blanket warming her up. The lamp on the nightstand by her side casted a golden light over the pages of a book sitting in her lap. It was hard to focus on the story â a captivating part of pirate's history, sometime before the appearance of Gold D. Roger.
Her thoughts were followed by the swordsman. Zoro's mood was⊠sad at best. She didn't expect to find him in that state, but she quickly came to the conclusion that leaving him alone might do him good.Â
She tapped her finger over the pages of the old book and clicked her tongue. Was it right to leave him? The witch never saw him in a similar mood and she also realized she didn't know how to help him. There could be a lot of ways to bring him back to earth or at least keep him afloat. Those ways were only known by him. All she could do was guess and hope for the best outcome.Â
Heavy footsteps echoed on the other side of the door. When it opened wide, there was Zoro's tall silhouette, his white sword in his hand and one bottle of alcohol in his other. He came closer, his face hard as a stone. The pink hue painting his cheeks was the only detail giving away the fact that he drank one of the bottles she brought hours ago.Â
âWhy aren't you sleeping yet?â he said with a gruff voice as he plopped down on the mattress.Â
There were only a few hours left before the sun would rise up from the sea.Â
âYou've probably guessed already,â she averted her eyes from his figure.Â
âNightmares again?âÂ
The witch only nodded, eyes focused on the book. Zoro let the sword against the couch.Â
âI won't fall asleep, so you could as well take a night off,â only then she looked at him again.Â
His darkened eyes have been locked on her since he entered the valley. The witch wanted to move, to eventually get away from his knowing gaze, but she knew there was no possible way to do it.Â
âAre you alright?â she blurted out.Â
She had to fill that silence with some kind of conversation. Maybe that wasn't exactly the wisest decision, considering his shoulders visibly tensed and he straightened his back. A frown appeared on her face. She regretted talking.Â
The witch figured out he needed more time to sort his thoughts.Â
âWhy don't you go to sleep?â she tilted her head to the side. âThe fight has worn us all out. You could rest for a while.âÂ
âAnd you?âÂ
âWe'll be sailing for a few days. I can sleep âtill afternoon.âÂ
âNothing will happen for as long as you're on this ship with us,â the reassurance slipped so easily. âDo you trust us?âÂ
âMore than anything,â the witch responded with a faint smile.Â
Several weeks ago, her answer and reaction would've been so different. She made so much progress since she first met them, her trust now fully laying in their palms. Long ago, she would've backed away at such a question and, if they were lucky enough, the witch would admit she âneeds time to adjustâ.Â
At first, all he did was lean close enough for his shoulder to touch hers. The swordsman only intended to enjoy some peace while he shared his booze with the witch. From time to time, she'd gulp from the bottle and then give it back to him before continuing her lecture. After each two minutes, the room would be filled by the rustling of pages.Â
It didn't last long until he fell into her trap and tiredness dragged him glued to her. With his head in her lap, Zoro bumped his nose in her thigh. The witch's fingers ran through his hair and he let out an audible exhale, eyes closing instantly. Greeted by darkness, he felt warm not only on the inside. The blanket she curled around herself earlier was now covering his upper body as he sunk into the soft mattress and her.Â
One of his hands curled around her knee and he dug his fingers into her flesh. Her leg jerked slightly at the unexpected touch, but when he tried to move away, she muttered a sweet âIt's okayâ, stopping his movements.Â
The oxygen in his lungs was exchanged with her perfume and he bit back a groan. Her voice was like a lullaby, even if there weren't many words rolling off her tongue. Zoro wasn't bothered by the light of the lamp, completely forgetting about the world around him once her fingers continued running through his hair.Â
His hand traveled up, until it fully rested on her thigh, the warmth of her body seeping through the thin material of her pants. Truth be told, he's never felt better.Â
She was a remedy. His remedy.Â
âGood night.â
Zoro heard her whisper solely because he was near her; otherwise he would've confounded it with the night breeze.Â
Opla zoro headcanons of saving his s/o from being kidnapped from other pirates
OPLA! Zoro Headcanons: He Saves You
Author's note: I love this idea so much! Thank you for your request! x
cc for the artwork below: original artwork for the POTC movie.
You knew something was wrong with Khaladore and the kitchen servants from the moment you met them. You could not explain how or why, but there was something almost sinister about them.
During dinner you noticed the black-haired man sneaking glances at you, his eyes narrowing every time your gaze met his.
You were not sure if anyone else paid attention to the butler and his actions, as nobody has said anything, so the longer the night went the more you tried to convince yourself that it was just your tired mind playing tricks on you.
Maybe he has seen you before and was just trying to remember why your face is so familiar. Or maybe he was deep in his own personal thoughts and hadn't even noticed he was staring...
Zoro, however, was of a different opinion.
While he has not voiced his thoughts or his urge to throw his dinner knife at the butler's head, he was aware of the sneaky glances from the moment you sat at the table.
While usually, he would've taken out his swords by now, there was a feeling of anticipation that was stopping him. Something was about to happen tonight and whatever it was he was prepared.
Or at least he thought he was...
Waking up at the bottom of the dried well, he cursed himself under his breath, trying to figure a way out.
A wave of panic washed over him, remembering that the last thing he saw before he passed out was Khaladore dragging you away with his hand over your mouth.
With you in his mind it took him less than three minutes to figure out a way to climb up the well.
Zoro rarely got into a state of rage. Whenever he was angry, he was good at holding back and keeping it under the surface. But now...
Now all he saw was red. His hands were trembling, his breathing was heavy and his feet were carrying him back toward the house with an impressive speed.
He knew he had to find you as soon as possible. As bad as it sounded, he didn't even spare a single thought about his other crewmates at this moment. All that was in his mind was you and the strong need to slice the sneaky into a thousand pieces for even touching you.
Unlike Zoro, you were not a great fighter. So when Khaladore (who you find out was actually named Kuro) dragged you into one of the halls downstairs, you tried to fight against him, however, he easily overpowered you.
Saying he would use you as leverage against your crew members if they tried to interfere with his plans, you couldn't help but feel like a failure. Sure, your extensive knowledge of biology and sea creatures was impressive, but were they enough to call yourself a "pirate"? You couldn't even free yourself from a set of ropes!
Kuro left you with the two kitchen workers, who turned out to be part of the same pirate crew as him, while he left to search for Kaya. Your body slumped against the wall, your spirit completely broken. Even the taunting comments by the pirates and their harsh poking of your limbs could not get a response from you.
It happened quickly. One moment you were deep in your self-loathing, the next you were watching Zoro slaying the pirates, his screams echoing between the walls.
You have never seen him like this. Eyes wide and teeth bared, he looked like a God of War, slaying his enemies with just one hit.
The fight ended as quickly as it started. Once both of Kuro's crewmates were on the floor, groaning in pain and bleeding into the carpet, Zoro turned his attention to you.
You would be lying if you said that his state didn't scare you a bit. You have never seen him like that and you didn't know what to expect.
He sliced the rope and before you can even stretch your limbs, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your neck. It took you a moment to comprehend the fact that he was HUGGING you, but once you did you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing his face closer.
"I thought something happened to you", he mumbled in your hair, taking a deep breath, "I thought I lost you... I... I have never been that scared in my life."
You let out a sigh of relief at his words, gently stroking his hair. Closing your eyes you relaxed in his arms, knowing you were finally safe.
"I am here", you said, more to yourself than to him, "I am here."
Staying wrapped in each other's arms, you both found comfort in the fact that you were together. You may had a lot of ups and downs since you've met, but one was for sure - you could not live without each other.
Imagine laying your head on Sanjiâs chest as it rises and falls, accompanied with the fast rate of his heartbeat. You close your eyes and wrap your hands around him, pushing yourself closer to his embrace. Then, youâve met with the most gentle hands that caress your face, his fingertips tracing your skin and forming heart signs without even noticing. His chin rests on your head whilst his other hand rests on your waist, a simple touch of his sends your body to paradise, feeling such tranquility and warmth that even if you were found in the middle of the ocean while being lost, it wouldnât compare with the happiness you have when youâre in Sanjiâs arms, especially after a tiring day for both of you.
Heâs your comfort and youâre his salvation. As youâre slowly drifting off to sleep, a kiss on the forehead makes you smile.
âPrecious, - he whispers, running his fingers through your hair while moving them away from your face. - my precious love.â
Imagine having a picnic with Zoro where youâre sitting on plain grass near a river. The trees are on full bloom and the sun decided to shine more than ever today. You two have found a nice shade where youâve sat and brought out snacks youâd prepared.
The silence between you is comfortable, short glances are exchanged but both of you are too shy to keep that eye contact and actually express your feelings.
When you lay your hands back, one accidentally touches Zoroâs who immediately reacts by looking at you with widen eyes and a small blush on his face.
âSorry.â - you apologise with an awkward smile to which he shakes his head with a reassuring smirk:
âIf you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so.â
His serious demeanour shatters when you grab his hand, placing a kiss on the palm while holding eye contact. It was quite intense for the swordsman who did not expect such boldness from you.
Youâve never seen Zoro so flustered. He tries to hide it but thereâs no escaping your curious eyes that pulled him in, the ones who lure his soul and guide him towards you.
There is a soft gaze, even softer hands that approach to cup your cheek as he looks lovingly in your eyes, glancing at your lips.
Was this man stupid? He was amidst the most stunning view where the river kissed the horizon beautifully and the leaves of the trees played a serenade above you. There were hectares of colourful flowers, each special in scent and a warm breeze that brought peace. And yet amidst all this, he decides to look at you, stare at you, observe every detail that might have escaped him.
Zoro adores your pure eyes, the way you look at him like no one else, with such gentleness and love. He craves your touch, your melodic voice that whenever calls his name, it sounds like an angel guiding him home.
âZoroâŠâ - you call him and his heart skips a beat. His body is frozen in place as heâs cupping your cheek and itâs not helping that youâre desperately looking at his lips.
âYouâre⊠- he manages to say, letting out a cough to clear his throat. - ⊠so prettyâŠâ
You widen your eyes at his statement as his hand reaches for some strands of hair that he puts behind your ear.
Surely, this man is not stupid. Heâs simply in love.
Imagine Luffy finding you got hurt by the enemy. He doesnât realise that you almost died, stayed bleeding for hours and the immense pain your body went through⊠he doesnât know, until he finishes his own fight and gets back to find you in Chopperâs arms.
Heâs devastated. Luffy screams and shouts with hope that you will wake up and answer him.
Chopper on the other hand keeps reassuring his captain and pushing him away so he could begin to cure you, but Luffyâs worry is too much for him to handle.
He grabs your hand and rests his forehead on it.
âWhyâŠâ - he whispers, anger building up in him. Your hand falls off his grip when Chopper takes you away. Luffy hates it when he feels like he has no control, no say when it comes to you getting hurt. He doesnât know how to help. If it was the case that he could give his life in exchange for yours, he would, within a heartbeat.
The ship is awfully quiet, everyone waiting for updates regarding your health. However, Chopper had been with you for hours now and he hasnât gone out his room.
Naturally, Luffy is growing impatient. His crew mates have already attempted to stop him multiple times from entering the room where you were getting treatment. Now, he doesnât wait anymore and rushes through, opening the door only to widen his eyes at the sight.
Chopper is by your side and youâre sleeping, all bandaged and treated. Our cute doctor gives a nod to his captain, reassuring him that youâre going to be alright.
Luffy smiles and sighs in relief, approaching you slowly and Chopper gets up and closes the door after he leaves. Everyone else looks assured and finally get to relax after such stress.
Your Luffy sits on a chair near your bed, grabs your hand and kisses it while holding it between his own. His eyes are only on you as he imagines the pain you must have gotten through. Luffy clenches his teeth and curses under his breath but then, a sound from you gets his attention.
âLuffyâŠâ - you call him in his sleep and he tightens the grip he has on your hand.
âIâm here, you donât have to worry anymore.â - his voice calm and collected, Luffy caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and smiles.
The sun begins to set and heâs still there by your side, watching over you. During that time he refused invitations to eat or drink anything. His hand never let go of yours even when he slowly drifts to sleep. This man refuses to leave your side and no one could get him to do otherwise.
He felt some sort of guilt, and we as humans know how much of a cursed feeling that is. It eats you inside and keeps telling you that itâs your fault over and over again until you believe it and blame yourself for everything. Luffy feels surrounded by darkness that even his dreams have turned into nightmares tonight, that is up until you regain consciousness and notice him by your side, sleeping.
A gentle smile appears on your face as you pat his head, trace his face with your fingers.
âMy captain, - you whisper to him. - protecting me even when Iâm sleeping.â
Luffy smiles as if he heard you, his face seems more peaceful since the sun had finally come and deleted all the darkness surrounding his mind, that was you.
You were the happiness and joy of his life, pure sunlight that warmed his heart whenever you smiled at him. He was your whole sky where you found reassurance and peace. Luffy had become the man whom you trusted and loved the most, someone who loved you immensely and wasnât afraid to show it everyday.
Your mind plays memories of you and him which give you a bashful expression on your face.
Although powerless, you manage to get up and lend a kiss on his forehead before laying down again and holding onto his hand, waiting for the morning to come where you could listen to his voice, look into his eyes and witness that smile of his that unarms you completely.
Luffy isnât the only one with a penchant for sneaking into the kitchen.
request: Hiii, if you want to I'd like to request a Sanji x short reader, where they try and help him out in the kitchen but can't reach anything. No pressure, just wondering
genre: fluff
word count: 2,000
a/n: normally I avoid any sort of specific physical features in my fics in order to make them as inclusive as possible, but as someone who must climb the shelves at the grocery store in order to reach anything, this request spoke to me. This one is a little silly and nothing but fluff. I hope you enjoy!
Itâs late. The sun sank below the horizon long ago, leaving no trace of the adventures and games that took place during the daylight hours. Everyone else on the Going Merry is asleep. You really should be sleeping too, and you had been, not too long ago.Â
You donât know what it is that stirred you from your slumber. Perhaps some noise as the ship rocks on lazy waves, or a crew mate talking just a bit too loud in their sleep. It doesnât matter, really. What does matter is the thoughts that worm their way into your mind the longer you lie awake. Thoughts of something light, something sweet, something to satiate a craving, your body convinced itâs time for breakfast despite your mind knowing dawn is hours away. It doesnât take long for the hollow ache in your stomach to drive you from the comfort of your hammock and up towards the galley.
You know the kitchen on the ship well. You know which floorboards creak and which are safe to step on, where the chef hides traps for Luffy and how to circumvent them, where all of the ingredients to satiate your sweet tooth are hiding.Â
Just thinking about the reason for your intimate knowledge of the shipâs kitchen is enough to send heat racing up your neck and settling beneath your cheeks. You press your fingers to the skin where your burning blood pools beneath the surface, taking a moment to relish in the sugar sweet feeling of a simple crushâa single name swirling through your brain is all it takes to leave you giggling quietly in the night.
Sanji, the newest member of the Straw Hat Crew. Sanji, the one who will never let another go hungry, not even a stranger. Sanji, the man with sun soaked hair and a honey dipped tongue.Â
Sanji.
Sanji.
When the chef first joined the crew, you admired him. He was caring and steady, he knew what he believed in. With his handsome looks, quick wit, and open flirtations, it didnât take long for that admiration to slip into something that felt sweetly like affection. You couldnât help but want to spend more time with the cook, hoping to join him in the activities that bring him the most joy so that you might better understand him. It didnât take long for you to become nearly as familiar with the galley as he is.Â
You step into the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind you. You leave the lights off, not wanting to risk anyone else catching you in the galley (or getting the idea to grab a snack themselves). Instead, you stand in the dark, waiting for your eyes to adjust. Moonlight spills through the windows of the room, bright enough to see by, if youâre patient.Â
It isnât long before youâre able to move again, walking along a familiar path towards where Sanji stores all things sugary.Â
Thereâs a sinking feeling in your stomach that youâre doing something you shouldnât. Like if you have to sneak around then youâre in a place you donât belong. This is Sanjiâs space, cataloged and organized to best suit his needs and ensure the crew has enough supplies to last between islands. It feels strange to be in the kitchen without the sound of his laughter or the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove top.Â
Sanjiâs presence is the piece that makes this space feel so comfortable. Without him, it feels too large, hollow. The galley has no life without its chef. You never really thought about how the kitchen would feel without him in it, and canât help but hope it isnât a feeling you become used to.  Â
You know if you wake up the cook he will make something for you. He would rub the sleep from his eyes, only half succeeding, before asking what he could make to help satiate your craving with a smile. You would feel guilty the whole time.Â
Itâs better to sneak through the galley for something you can find on your own than to disturb Sanjiâs sleep.Â
The first thing you search for is chocolate. You crawl onto the countertop, balancing on your knees as your feet dangle over the edge, before opening the cabinet in front of you. You eye the chocolate chips, the miniature sweets sitting at a level seemingly so easy for the rest of the crew to grab. You doubt any of the others would have to climb to reach them.Â
Unfortunately, the only chocolate on the shelf is unsweetened. The lack of added sugar may be perfect for baking, but they wonât be sweet enough for your taste on their own.Â
You begin to drop down from the countertop, fully intending to continue your search for the perfect treat. Your feet drop to the ground quietly, and you land in an almost crouch. Perfect, the ship is silent, as it should be. You straighten up, intending to continue your search, but your knees, still tight from your recent slumber, crack as you stand. The sound rings out in the otherwise silent kitchen like a gunshot.Â
Maybe your creaking joints wouldnât be a problem in a normal kitchen, but Sanji, who has ears attuned to any slight sound coming from the Galley (thanks to Luffyâs many attempts to raid the space at odd hours for food), surely heard the pop in his sleep. You may as well have knocked down all of the pots and shattered all of the dishes.Â
It isnât long before the sound of hurried footsteps and frustrated grumbling reaches your ears. The door to the galley slams open, lights flickering on just a moment after, leaving you squinting as your eyes adjust to the room once more.Â
âLuffy, I swear if you touched any of the food Iâllâoh.â Sanjiâs voice carries through the kitchen, his accent thicker than normal, sleep still clinging to his words. Your name rolls off his tongue, and you think it sounds sweeter in his sleep-addled voice than any chocolate could taste.Â
âSorry, Sanji. I didnât mean to wake you. I was just a little hungry,â you confess.Â
âYou could have woken me up,â he says, just like you knew he would. âIâd have been happy to cook something for you.âÂ
âI didnât want to bother you. You deserve to rest. Especially when you already wake up so early each morning to make breakfast.âÂ
Sanji hums, stepping farther into the kitchen. He looks more awake now than he did when he first arrived. His eyes donât stray from your own as he speaks, no longer concerned about the state of the galley.Â
âFor you, love, itâs never a bother.â The smile he offers you sends your heart fluttering in your chest. âAnyway, Iâm awake now. What would you like to eat?âÂ
Heâs too good to you, too gentle. How could your heart ever stand a chance?
âI was just planning on eating a little chocolate, but it seems like there's only the unsweetened kind right now.âÂ
âAh, of course. Only something sweet would be fitting for my sweetheart.âÂ
Your breath catches in your throat. His. He called you his.Â
You bring your hand up to your mouth, trying to hide the growing grin that spreads on your lips as you nearly melt from his words. The warmth blossoming in your chest will surely turn you into a puddle on the floor, and then Sanji will know just how much his words affect you (if he doesnât know already).
âCan we make something with chocolate in it?â you ask.
âWe?â Sanji repeats, as if he didnât expect you to help him in this task. His gaze softens, eyes gleaming with something like affection, before adding. âOf course we can. How do strawberry and chocolate hand pies sound? I picked up some fresh jam at the last port.â Â
âIt sounds perfect,â you say. Itâs far more than you hoped to find during your late night search. When you got out of bed, you never would have guessed what kind of sweet you would find in the kitchen. You definitely didnât expect to spend time baking with Sanji.
The two of you work comfortably together, only speaking when Sanji provides specific instructions or when you need clarification. The hazy fog of sleep still hovers over the both of you, even if youâre both awake enough now to function.
âCould you grab the chocolate chips for me?â Sanji asks.Â
Itâs a simple request, one you can easily complete. You know where he keeps the chocolate chips, the unsweetened treat seeming much more appealing now that theyâre going to be baked into something.
You make your way back over to the counter, situating yourself below the cabinet where the chocolate is stored. Then, you place your hands on the cool surface, preparing to make the climb. Youâre certain Sanji knew this was the path necessary for you to take to reach the ingredient too. Thereâs no way for you to reach the chocolate chips without being higher up.Â
As you jump, using the force of your arms to help pull yourself up towards the counter just like youâve done in other kitchens many times before, an unexpected force settles on your shoulders, pushing your feet back towards the ground.
âNone of that, sweetheart. There will be no climbing on the countertops in my kitchen,â Sanji reprimands. Heâs gentle in his scolding, the uptick of his lips and gleam in his eye letting you know heâs not really mad. âSorry, I thought they were a bit lower.â
He doesnât seem sorry.Â
You open your mouth to protest against what could only be meant as a jab about your height, but only a squeak comes out. Sanjiâs warmth seeps into your back as he presses close, the shape of his hand burning into your hip as it settles there. You can feel the way his body stretches as he reaches up, leaning further into you, before easily grabbing the bag that seemed so far out of your reach. Any words you might have had to tell off the man for doing something for you when you could easily do the task yourself (as long as you could climb on the counter) fizzle out.Â
Sanji doesnât look at you as he reaches for the chocolate, but the easy smile on his lips morphs into a lazy smirk. His thumb rubs slow, intentional circles where his hand remains steady on your hip, as if he was soothing a startled animal, coaxing you to stay close instead of running away, something you just might have done if he wasnât purposefully grounding you while your thoughts soared.Â
Oh no, you think. He knows.
It shouldnât come as a surprise that Sanji was already aware of your feelings for himâyouâve always worn your heart on your sleeveâbut you had tried not to make your feelings for the chef too obvious.Â
Sanji pulls the chocolate chips down, but he doesnât step away. He still holds you close as he bends, his face lowering until itâs right beside yours. Then, without warning, his lips are pressed to the curve of your cheek.Â
The kiss is quick, feather-light, but youâre certain he can feel the way your blood burns just beneath the surface of your skin, his quiet mumble of so warm the only confirmation you need, even if you werenât meant to hear.Â
âSorry, sweetheart, I just couldnât help myself.â Before you can react, Sanji steps away from you, taking you in for only a moment longer before turning back to the task at hand. With how smoothly he acted, thereâs no way he hadnât planned that little stunt he pulled. Â
He definitely knows. Â
Sanji is already placing the hand pies in the oven by the time youâre finally able to move again, and you canât help but feel almost frustrated that the chef didnât give you a chance to return his affection.Â
Youâre left waiting impatiently as he sets the timer, the miniature pies now the last thing on your mind. Sanji doesnât seem to understandâyouâre craving something sweet, and as far as youâre concerned, the sweetest thing on this ship is him.Â
