“You—ah—bitch…” Zoro groaned gritting his teeth as each word was broken into syllables feeling you clamp down on him with each bounce.
-
Zoro HATED. Being under you.
Not because you were heavy (pls he believes the heavier the better)
Not because you didn’t know how to ride
But because you were too good to him.
The first time riding Zoro was a treat, but just like Juicy Fruit gum it didn’t last.
More like he didn’t last.
“S-slow down ‘m ganna!—FUCK—!”
Since that short time he haven’t let you ride him since but today you wanted to literally jump on his dick, but you knew you had to work for it SO—
You came up with a plan—-
Today he lost a bet that he could make you cum with his fingers and tongue in less than 45 seconds or else you have to get on top for 3 minutes and as CLOSE as he was to winning. He was the sore loser.
“Common Zo…” you purred pushing him on his back fiddling with his black pants. “I won fair and square…”
Zoro rolled his eyes, but his attitude didn’t fool you in the slightest seeing him side eye you with a blushed face. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead seeing his pants gone and your slutty little mouth kissing his clothed bulge.
“Just pull it out already.” He spat through his teeth watching you tease him. He knew once the 3 minutes were up he was going to absolutely ruin you.
And you were okay with that because that’s exactly what you wanted after this so win win.
“Let me enjoy this.” You pulled yourself up on him, hands over his wide chest and bent legs beside his waist. “Gatta prep you first.”
“Wha—AH SHIT—!” Zoro hissed throwing his head back feeling you lower your wet cunt against his soft shaft. You felt every bump and rig from the veins he had and started to grind up and down leaving him to bite back his lip. “Don’t—DONT do that Just fucking sit on it!”
“Don’t Tell me what to do.” You scoffed holding back your own moans. He snapped his eye back at you in irritation.
“Don’t get so fucking cocky.”
“Or what?” You tilted your head looking at him with such innocent eyes as of you wasn’t milking him without him even being inside you. “Don’t act all pissy I know you like this.”
“Y-you-ah!” You laid your body on top of his chest with his erect cock now resting in between your folds as you kissed him. Your fingers flew through his damp green hair from his sweat. He mumbled something of an insult in your mouth but you just used it as an opportunity to shove your tongue down his throat.
“Good boy…” you gripped his locks tightly earning a hiss through his nose while you licked his lips from the remaining spit lines in his mouth.
Zoro felt his cock twitch feeling your nails dig into his scalp and unfortunately it went unnoticed by you.
You sucked your bottom lip before squatting over his aching cock.
“Zo…Look at me Baby…Yeah..” The moment he looked at the sight on you guiding yourself on him he nearly came already. He felt so irritated with hisself not knowing why the fuck he gets so overwhelmed with you on top like this.
You both shared a moan feeling you adjust to his size. He fell on the head board with his hands gripping your thighs so tightly he’d probably break skin if his nails wasn’t so dull.
“Move.” He muttered looking away trying to focus on surviving these next 3 minutes but you wasn’t having none of that so you grab his chin and breath on his mouth.
“Use your words, Zoro….”
Zoro’s pupils went small, there’s no way that you could have this much boldness from being on top.
And more importantly there’s no way Zoro should be this turned on by it.
He was pretty much growling at this point to get you to move and in all honesty you both knew Zoro could easily Just thrust up into you, catch you off guard and pound you into the oblivion. But he is a man of his word and he knew you’d never forgive him if he did that. So he knew he had to painfully set his pride aside and let you have this moment.
“Tick tock, Zoro.” You pecked his nose and sat up to grind against him just enough to break another sweet moan out of him. “I can do this all night.”
“You only have three minutes.” Speaking through his teeth.
“Answer the got damn question.” You squeezed down on him making Zoro pull you closer.
“Move….please.” He huffed out his nose making the strands of your hair move. You smirk in satisfaction and readjust.
You started of slow, you needed to find the right pace. Zoro looked at your expressions grunting very low then back at how your pussy was sucking him in and out.
Eventually you picked up the pace and your bedroom was filled with the headboard banging on the wall of the Sunny, your pants, his groans, and wet skin slapping against each other.
“You—!”
“Feels so good I know, baby.” You let out an airy laugh. While bouncing you took his left hand to hold it and kissed the back of it with eye contact. Your body was hot and sweaty with some of your hair covering one eye, but Zoro thought you looked so sexy.
A bit too sexy after you started to suck on his fingers moaning looking up at the ceiling still bouncing on him.
“Y-Y/N Stop!” Zoro nearly whined but cleared his throat to redeem himself. “S-stop!”
You slowed down letting his hand drop out of your mouth. Your face was a bit disappointed considering you began to feel close to orgasm but maybe you went too far? You both never established a safe word so you didn’t want to take any chances NOT listening when he said stop.
You were wrong though. Zoro moved his body to lay flat on his back holding your waist with one hand so you don’t fall.
“I like this view better.” He chuckled biting his lower lip. He put his wet fingers to your clit just for a moment to rub small circles so you can grind yourself on him. “There you go…good girl.”
You moved your head back at him squinting your eyes. You couldn’t let him have control NOT went the 3 minutes were almost up. He put his fingers in his mouth to suck on and wink at you.
“Scared to move?”
Nope.
Now you Gatta humble him.
You huffed and turned yourself around with your ass facing him and you felt a hard slap on your wet cheek.
“Now this is a pretty view too.”
You held yourself up by your arms and moved up and down again clenching on him just to hear him a bit more.
“You sure…know how to…ah—ride a cock…little slut aren’t you?”
You’d be lying to say him calling your a slut didn’t make you mad and turned on so you sat up straight squatting with him still inside you and bounced. You felt almost every inch of him like this.
I guess those squats Zoro made you do finally paid off.
“F-Fuck I’m—!!”
“Cum with me, Zoro!”
He fought back so hard because he knew he would be losing the 3 minute mark but he didn’t care at this point, his face was red, he was sweating like crazy, he just needed to cum inside you.
“Y-yes!” You hummed loudly, you gave your knees a rest and bent over breathing harshly. Zoro’s head was buried in the pillow giving you shallow thrust to ride out the orgasm.
“Zoro…” you moaned in the sheets feeling his cock still slightly pumping into your sensitive walls. “Fuck me.”
“What?”
“I said…” you turned around and rested your head on his shoulder, you tried to stabilize your breathing but the feeling his cum deep out of you down your thighs to his abdomen felt too good so with a shaky voice you uttered, “Fuck me now…”
Zoro aired out a chuckle wiping the sweat off his face with his hand. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before whispering in a threatening tone,
“Lay on Your fucking back and spread those legs for me then.”
Request: "Would u be willing to do a headcannon for how zoro would be as a single father to a daughter that he got like 3 years before he join luffy the mom was a friend he fooled around with and she died in childbirth how he would raise her would he keep her? Or give her away?"
Content: toddler!reader w/ Zoro & the strawhats headcanons
-> Zoro tries his best as a dad, he really does. The death of your mother weighs as heavy on him as Kuina's does and while he made no promise to her like he did Kuina, he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to you.
-> Due to you being an accident, caused by him and your mother (though he blames himself) he makes extra sure to care for you. During the early days of your birth, Zoro was still in the village and therefore the villagers were around to help. Afterwards, when he started bounty hunting, he would place you in any safe spot he could find at the time to stay until he was done.
-> Of course there were problems from that, when he got back youd usually be crying or hungry or something but he did his best to resolve the issue.
-> When he left his village, he was given the supplies needed for you. As a baby, you ran through them quickly so the money he got from collecting bounties would be used mostly on you.
-> When the crew formed, it got easier. You had a stable source of food now, no need for Zoro to hand you what he could, leaving scraps for himself, as well as the warmth you may need and the merry became the safe spot he could leave you at.
-> When he told the crew that he would just leave you alone, everyone on the crew- espeically Usopp and Luffy, berated him saying he couldn't do that and Nami put a system in place to ensure you'd never be left alone.
-> At 3 years old, you're sentient enough to register the things around you and one of those things is the fact that your dad likes swords. You obviously gained an interest in them and you like to steal your dad's swords whenever you can.
Well. I say steal, hes fully aware of you picking his swords- usually Wado that you seem drawn to- but he just let's you.
-> He doesn't let you touch the swords out of their seathes for obvious reasons. (The crew had been a little shocked that he was actually careful with you.)
-> He's very devoted to keeping you safe and would never let anything happen to you. When the crew got seperated at Saboday, you had been with the crew. Robin had been the one with you at the time but when Zoro got sent away, Kuma had aimed for you next, sending you with him.
-> Life at Mihawk's island with Perona was a little easier for the both of you, simply because you were static- in one place where he didn't have to worry about you too much as long as you stayed inside (you did not but Perona was there to take care of you as well)
-> After the two years of separation and you being five, you'd begun your swordsman training- heavily supervised, and the crew all treat you as one of their own. You're Zoro's daughter but they're all your aunties and uncles.
-> Zoro is proud to be a father, he tries his hardest even if he isn't the best sometimes, (which is understandable) but at the end of the day, he loves his daughter.
If their is one thing about him is that he don't play about his partner. Sure Zoro's partner can probably handle themselves (because we know this man would be attracted to a strong and capable person in a relationship). That doesn't mean Zoro will allow anyone to mess with reader phyically, mentally, or emotionally. Zoro is going to throw hands and lay down the law.
A/N: Hi! So sorry that this has taken so long! I definitely agree, he's not going to let anyone touch his partner. At all. I struggled a bit with this one friend but I hope it's alright!
Zoro x Reader
It happened on a random island in the Grand Line. The Straw Hats had docked at an island for a quick supply run and that was it. You stayed with Zoro so he wouldn't get lost and you wanted time alone with him. You two had been secretly but not so secretly seeing each other. More so, you hadn't told the crew but if they asked, you wouldn't deny it either.
It had been an accident too, someone had bumped into you, you'd apologized, but they weren't having it. They'd called you just about every name under the sun and had pulled their own weapon out to attack you.
However, you didn't even have time to pull your knife when a familiar silhouette, broad shouldered, tall, huge muscles stepped in front of you.
"They apologized, got a problem?" His voice was low, dangerous, and it sent a shock right through you. How could it not when he was so big, strong, and he knew you could protect yourself but sometimes it was nice to be protected.
The man stammered as he looked at Zoro, there was no way he'd win in a fight against the giant pirate hunter who was now a Straw Hat, which meant, you were too. His eyes widened as he looked at the two of you, stammering even more.
"S-Sorry" He stuttered, backing away but Zoro moved forward because he had heard every thing that they had said and he didn't appreciate it when you were threatened, even if you were really unphased by it and confused, but you were growing more pissed by the second.
"How about you apologize properly and I might let you go?" He suggested but Zoro probably wasn't going to let them go so you stepped in.
"I think you scared him enough, Zo." You said as you motioned to the guy's pants. They were darkened with piss. He'd literally pissed himself soley because of Zoro.
The swordsman smirked a bit as he took his hand off of Wado Ichimonji and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
"Good, maybe he'll keep his mouth shut next time." He flashed a slightly crazed, devilish grin towards the man before walking off with you.
Like hell would he ever let someone talk to you like that again and like hell would he ever let someone hurt you.
what if the two of you are in a secret relantionship and suddenly everyone start to realize something is going on?
characters: zoro, sanji, law, koby, ace
(luffy, sabo, kid, shanks, bartolomeo)
words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Zoro:
The Thousand Sunny is quiet most days, but today feels especially peaceful. The crew’s scattered across the deck sunbathing, napping, playing cards, and you? You’re on a mission.
Zoro’s disappeared again.
“Where did he go this time?” you mutter, padding softly down the hallway. You’ve checked the deck, the crow’s nest, even behind the kitchen. Nothing. Then you think... of course! The training room.
Sure enough, you step inside and spot him, dead asleep on the floor, his swords lying beside him like loyal dogs. He looks peaceful, his breathing deep and even. You smile. He really can sleep anywhere.
You don’t mean to sit down next to him, but somehow, you do.
Just for a minute.
Just long enough to rest your head against his shoulder.
Next thing you know, it’s dark. The room’s dipped in shadow, the ship creaking gently. You jolt upright, a little dazed.
“Zoro—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
But he just grunts, shifting a little. His shoulder doesn’t move from under your cheek.
It becomes a pattern after that.
You find him again a few days later, this time slumped in a corner of the dining room. You lie down nearby. Sleep drags you under before you can think twice. When you wake, your head is in his lap.
“You’re fine” he murmurs, when you apologize again. Like it’s no big deal. Like he’s used to you being there.
And you start to think… maybe he is.
The naps become frequent. Easy. Comfortable. You stop trying to come up with excuses. You sit beside him on the deck while the others chatter. You lean against him while he sharpens his swords. He never pulls away.
One night, you find him leaning against the wall of the storage room, eyes half-lidded, arms crossed. The moment you walk in, he straightens, just barely, but enough for you to know he was waiting.
He pulls you in without a word. A kiss. Slow, familiar. His hands are warm on your back.
“I missed you” you whisper against his collarbone.
Zoro exhales through his nose “You saw me four hours ago.”
“Still.”
He doesn’t argue. Just leans his forehead against yours.
It’s sweet. Undisturbed. Until you hear footsteps and both of you freeze.
“Shhhit” you whisper, slipping away as quiet as you can.
Neither of you sees Chopper peeking from behind a barrel.
The next day, the crew is watching. Not subtly.
You notice Nami watching you with a knowing smirk. Robin sips her tea, but there’s amusement in her gaze. Sanji is glaring daggers at Zoro (okay, that’s normal), but Usopp is squinting at you both like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.
You clear your throat “What?”
Usopp narrows his eyes further “You and Zoro have been acting weird.”
Your heart nearly stops.
You glance at Zoro, who doesn’t even flinch as he takes another bite of his rice “What the hell are you talking about?”
“That you two are obviously acting weird lately...” Nami finally says.
Zoro doesn’t even blink “You’re imagining things.”
“You’re eating your vegetables...” she points out.
Zoro shrugs “Coincidence.”
“You showed up early to dinner” Usopp adds, suspicious.
“Must’ve been a fluke.”
Brook, not missing a beat, says, “I saw you napping with her head on your lap again. Yohohoho~”
You wish you could melt into your chair. But Zoro? Calm as ever.
“She was tired,” he says flatly “What’s the problem?”
Luffy gasps dramatically “You’re dating!!”
Zoro sighs “We were resting.”
You stare at your plate, but a warm touch to your hand under the table grounds you.
Zoro, looking at you like the whole world could wait.
Days pass. You try to be extra careful. Less glances. Less sneaky meetings. Less…everything.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because one night, the crew catches you.
It happens so fast. One moment, you’re on watch duty, and the next, Zoro is there, dragging you into a kiss. It’s heated, his hands gripping your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, completely lost in each other.
Then “AH-HA!!”
You jolt apart.
Usopp is pointing at you both, eyes wide with betrayal “I knew it!!”
The entire crew is gathered behind him, staring.
Luffy tilts his head “Wait, were we not supposed to know?”
Sanji is fuming “Why him?! You could do so much better, Y/N-chan!”
Robin chuckles “It was quite obvious, honestly.”
Chopper bounces excitedly “I saw them sneaking around weeks ago!”
You cover your face in embarrassment “Oh my god, it was you!”
Zoro groans, rubbing the back of his neck “Tch. Should’ve known you idiots would figure it out. You never mind your own business.”
Luffy grins “Well, at least you don’t have to sneak around anymore!”
Zoro pauses, then shrugs “Guess that’s true.” He turns to you, smirking “Means I can kiss you whenever I want now.”
Your face burns “Zoro!!”
The crew erupts in laughter (except for Sanji, he cries louder).
Secret’s out.
Now you nap by his side without hiding. You lean against him on long afternoons. You sit close at meals. Luffy teases you both constantly. Sanji mutters curses under his breath. But it’s fine.
It’s more than fine. It’s peaceful.
That night, after dinner, you find yourself heading below deck. The ship rocks gently with the sea, moonlight shining through the portholes.
You already know where you’ll find him.
He’s sitting in the training room, back against the wall, swords neatly stacked beside him. When you walk in, he glances up, but he doesn’t say anything.
You sit beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you.
“I thought I might find you here” you say.
Zoro grunts, not disagreeing.
Silence settles in. Comfortable. You shift slightly, laying your head in his lap. He doesn’t move, just lets his fingers find their way into your hair, slow and soothing.
It’s a simple thing. The kind of closeness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.
His hand runs gently over your scalp. You feel your eyes drifting shut again.
“I like this” Zoro says, voice low, almost a rumble.
You blink sleepily, your cheek still pressed to his thigh “Hm?”
“You. Sleeping like this.” He pauses “On my lap.”
Your heart flutters at the quiet honesty. You glance up at him, but he’s not looking down, he’s staring straight ahead, the barest hint of pink on his cheeks.
“I like it too” you murmur.
Zoro’s thumb brushes just behind your ear, then down the back of your neck, repeating the motion. A steady rhythm. Grounding. Careful.
His fingers slip into your hair again, and he continues tracing lazy circles on your scalp. His other hand rests lightly on your arm, as if to say, I’ve got you.
You drift off to the sound of his breathing, calm and slow.
The next morning, sunlight filters through the windows.
You wake slowly, still curled up in Zoro’s lap. His fingers are tangled gently in your hair, and his thumb brushes your temple in slow, steady passes.
You tilt your head, eyes meeting his.
“How long have you been awake?” you whisper.
Zoro smirks, eyes warm “Long enough.”
You stretch, reluctant to move.
“I’m comfortable” you mumble.
He doesn’t stop touching your hair “Good.”
“Zoro?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’m getting used to this.”
He finally looks down at you, something quiet in his expression, softness, maybe. Peace.
“Yeah,” he says “Me too.”
And you smile, because in this floating world full of chaos, monsters, and adventure… it’s the quietest moments like this that feel the most real.
── .✦ Sanji:
Sanji is always everywhere. In the kitchen. On the deck. Serving drinks. Flirting with Nami and Robin. Spinning around like the lovestruck idiot he is.
Which is exactly why no one suspects a damn thing.
No one notices how his hand brushes against yours just a little longer when he passes you a plate. No one questions why he always makes extra of your favorite dish. And no one, not even Usopp, the self-proclaimed detective, realizes that when Sanji disappears from the kitchen at night, it’s to be with you.
Like right now.
It’s past midnight, and the kitchen is dimly lit. The scent of fresh tea and something sweet lingers in the air as you lean against the counter, watching Sanji work. His sleeves are rolled up, his vest discarded, and the soft glow of the lantern makes his golden hair look even more unruly.
“You’re spoiling me” you murmur as he places a small plate in front of you a delicate pastry, still warm.
Sanji grins, wiping his hands on a towel “Of course, mon amour. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”
You take a bite, humming in satisfaction “Mmm. Amazing.”
His eyes soften as he leans in, resting his palms on the counter on either side of you “I can think of something even sweeter.”
Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. You melt into him, gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers gently tilt your chin up. His lips taste like mint and a hint of the dessert he just made, and you lose yourself in the warmth of him.
Then a loud BANG from outside the door.
Both of you freeze.
Sanji pulls back, glancing at the entrance “Shit—”
You practically shove him away, wiping your lips as the door swings open.
“Oi, I swear, I'm not here to see your ugly face, I need—”
Zoro stops mid-sentence, looking between the two of you. His eyes narrow.
Your heart stops.
Sanji, ever the smooth talker, immediately turns to glare at him “Moss-head, do you have no manners? Barging into my kitchen?”
Zoro scowls “Tch. Like I wanna be here. Luffy’s whining about meat, and I—” His gaze shifts back to you. Suspicious.
You force a casual smile “Uh… late-night snack?”
Zoro doesn’t look convinced. His eyes flick between the two of you once more before he grunts “Whatever. Just bring food before Luffy eats Chopper.”
He turns and leaves.
You don’t breathe until the door clicks shut. Then you glare at Sanji “We almost got caught.”
Sanji just smirks, brushing his fingers over your wrist “But we didn’t.”
You always try to act normal. You really do. But Sanji makes it so damn difficult.
He’s always sneaking glances at you across the table. Always brushing against you when he walks by. Always bringing you your favorite snacks, acting like it’s nothing.
And apparently, the crew is starting to catch on.
“You guys ever notice that Sanji doesn’t flirt with Y/N as much as he does with Nami and Robin?” Usopp suddenly asks one day.
Your spoon nearly slips from your hand.
Franky strokes his chin “Huh. Now that you mention it…”
Brook chuckles “Ohhh, that is unusual.”
Luffy, mouth full, tilts his head “But Sanji flirts with everyone.”
Zoro scoffs “Yeah. Except Y/N.”
Your stomach drops.
Sanji, who had been stirring a pot at the stove, doesn’t even flinch “I’m just being a gentleman.”
Nami raises an eyebrow “Are you, though?”
Sanji turns, flashing his usual charming smile “Of course, my dear! Why would I treat Y/N-chan any different?”
You force a nervous laugh “Right! That would be weird, huh?”
They don’t look convinced.
Robin simply sips her tea, giving you both a knowing look.
In the end, it’s Luffy who ruins everything.
One day you and Sanji are in the storage room, tucked away between crates of supplies, wrapped up in each other. His hands are in your hair, his lips teasing against yours, and the rest of the world doesn’t exist... at least until the door slams open.
“SANJI, ARE YOU IN HE—oh.”
Luffy stops. Blinks. Tilts his head.
You and Sanji are frozen in place, practically tangled together.
Luffy’s face slowly lights up “OOOOHHHH!!!”
You scramble back “L-Luffy, it’s not what it looks like—”
“YOU GUYS WERE KISSING!!”
Sanji sighs, rubbing his temples “Goddammit.”
Before you can even try to shut him up, Luffy sprints out of the room.
You stare at the door in horror “Oh no.”
“OH YES” Sanji groans, already dreading what’s about to happen.
“GUYS!!” Luffy yells at the top of his lungs “SANJI AND Y/N ARE KISSING!!”
A beat of silence. Then an explosion of multiple “WHAT?!”
Usopp “I knew something was up!!”
Franky “That’s SUPER unexpected!”
Brook “OHOHO, young love~!”
Chopper “How long has this been going on?!”
Nami “You guys really thought you were being secretive?”
Robin chuckles knowingly “Adorable.”
Zoro grinning smugly “Called it.”
Sanji groans, burying his face in his hands “Kill me now.”
You sigh, crossing your arms “Well. Secret’s out.”
Sanji straightens, huffing dramatically before flashing you a smirk “At least now I don’t have to hold back anymore, mon amour~”
He dips you backward, kissing you full on the mouth right in front of the crew.
Cue, another round of screaming.
── .✦ Law:
Dinner on the Polar Tang is always loud. Jokes, clinks of silverware, and Bepo’s laugh echo off the metal walls.
You sit between Shachi and Penguin, pretending to listen to their story about a giant sea bass they swear was “this big”, but your eyes keep drifting across the table to Law.
Your secret boyfriend. Your captain. The man who never smiles in public, but melts when you’re alone.
No one knows. Not even Bepo. You’ve kept it quiet for months. Private looks, quick touches in dark halls, and soft kisses in his room late at night.
Today, before dinner, you stopped by his quarters. Things got… heated.
“Hold still” you say, laughing as you straddle his lap, pressing kiss after kiss on his jaw, his cheek, his neck.
“You’re gonna leave marks” Law murmurs, but his hands stay firm on your hips.
“Good,” you whisper against his throat, lips painted with your favourite lipstick “Let everyone wonder who’s bold enough to kiss the Surgeon of Death.”
He smirks, but you clean him up after. Or so you think.
Now, mid-dinner, you notice it.
Right on the collar of his white shirt, just above the neck, there's a soft red smudge. Lipstick. Your lipstick.
Your eyes widen.
Shachi nudges you “Hey, is that… is there something on Captain’s shirt?”
Penguin leans forward “Yo, Captain. You spill something?”
Law blinks. Looks down “What?”
Bepo tilts his head “No, that looks like lipstick.”
Silence falls over the table. Everyone stares.
You try to act innocent, chewing your food and glancing around like you’re just as confused.
“Lipstick?” you say, blinking “Who around here even wears lipstick?”
They all look at Ikkaku.
She doesn’t even look up from her bowl “Not me,” she mutters “That's not even my color.”
Penguin raises an eyebrow “So… that means…” He turns his head slowly toward you “You’re the only one who does.”
Shachi points between you and Law “Wait… Are you two…?”
Law doesn’t say a word. He just sips his tea like nothing’s happened.
You smile, wide and unapologetic “Guess I missed a spot.”
Silence.
Then chaos.
“WHAT?!” Shachi practically jumps over the table “YOU AND THE CAPTAIN?!”
“How long?!” Penguin shouts, eyes wide “Since when?! HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE?!”
Bepo stands up so fast he knocks over his stool “You’re dating the captain?!”
You raise an eyebrow “You guys okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“Don’t play innocent!” Penguin waves his spoon “You’ve been sneaking around with him! That’s our captain!”
Shachi gasps dramatically “All those times you disappeared after dinner… And that one time you came back with messy hair! I thought it was just wind!”
“Eheh, I am the wind” you say with a smirk.
Law sighs “You’re all loud.”
Bepo stares “So it’s true? You and Y/N?”
Law glances at you, then shrugs “Yeah.”
Another wave of panic.
“THE WAY HE SAID THAT!” Penguin screams.
“SO CALM—SO COOL—WHAT THE HELL!” Shachi is holding his head like it might explode.
Ikkaku finally looks up, deadpan “You’re all idiots.”
You lean into Law’s side, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Told you they’d freak.”
“Mm,” Law mutters “Still worth it.”
Bepo sniffles “I feel so betrayed… I thought we were a family.”
“We are,” you say “Just… a family with a very attractive captain who’s taken.”
“STOP,” Shachi yells “I CAN’T UNSEE IT.”
Law smirks just a little. And you can’t help it, you kiss his cheek in front of everyone, just to drive them a little more insane.
It’s been two days since The Lipstick Incident.
Two days of nonstop teasing.
“Morning, Y/N.”
“Or should we say Mrs. Surgeon of Death?”
You roll your eyes as Shachi and Penguin trail behind you like annoying seagulls.
“Captain! Can Y/N still go on missions or is she on girlfriend duty today?”
“Should we start knocking before entering the medbay now?”
Law mostly ignores them. Mostly. Except that time he dead-eyed Penguin and said, “Keep talking and I’ll switch your arms.”
The jokes died down for a few hours after that. But Bepo has become the most dramatic.
“I still can’t believe I found out at dinner like that,” he says, curled in a blanket like he’s mourning “I needed time to process.”
You plop down next to him on the couch “We didn’t mean to keep it from you. It was just… easier that way.”
He looks at you “Are you happy with him?”
You pause, then smile “Yeah. He makes me feel safe. And seen. Even if he doesn’t say much.”
Behind you, Law’s voice chimes in “I say plenty.”
You turn, surprised “You were eavesdropping?”
“It’s my ship.”
He walks over, drops a kiss on your forehead right in front of everyone. You expect chaos again, but the room is quiet.
Then Bepo grins “Okay. I approve.”
Shachi sighs “Fine. But if we ever hear weird noises from the engine room again—”
“—I will personally sedate you” Law cuts in.
The crew bursts into laughter.
Penguin raises his cup “To our captain and his secret weapon—Y/N!”
Everyone cheers. Even Ikkaku raises an eyebrow and gives you a subtle nod.
You look up at Law. He doesn’t smile much. But you see softness around the eyes, just for you.
Secret’s out. And honestly? It feels kind of nice.
── .✦ Koby:
The marine base is quiet at night, almost peaceful. You walk along the edge of the courtyard, your boots barely making a sound on the stone floor. The moon is high, casting soft light over the base. You pause near the training field and look around. No one’s there.
Good.
“Koby?” you whisper, stepping behind a storage shed.
A soft rustle comes from the shadows. Then he steps out. His hair is a little messy, his uniform jacket open.
“You’re late” he says, but he smiles.
You roll your eyes “Only by five minutes.”
Koby glances around. He takes your hand and pulls you closer into the shadow of the wall. His hand is warm. You lean into him, your heartbeat fast.
“If anyone sees us…” he says, his voice low.
“No one will,” you say quickly “They never do.”
He chuckles “We’re getting good at this.”
“You mean I’m getting good at it,” you tease “You still get nervous when someone says my name.”
“That’s because Garp keeps watching me like he knows something” Koby says, eyes wide.
You laugh “Maybe he does.”
Koby groans “Don’t say that.”
You lean up and kiss his cheek “Relax. We’re always careful.”
He smiles at you, that soft look he only gives when it’s just the two of you “I missed you.”
“I saw you this morning.”
“That doesn’t count. You were in uniform. You called me Sir.”
You smirk “Would you prefer Captain Sweetheart?”
Koby covers his face, laughing quietly “Please don’t.”
The sound of footsteps suddenly cuts the moment short.
You both freeze.
“Did you hear that?” you whisper.
Koby nods, already pulling away. You both hide behind the shed just as two lower-ranked marines walk by, talking about some drill tomorrow. They don’t see you.
Your heart pounds. When the footsteps fade, you let out a breath.
Koby looks at you, serious now “We can’t keep doing this forever.”
You know what he means. But you don’t want to think about it. Not tonight.
“Let’s just have this,” you say “Right now.”
He nods slowly, fingers brushing against yours again “Right now.”
Neither of you say the words out loud, but they’re there, floating in the silence.
This is dangerous but it’s totally worth it.
The sky looks angry today.
Wind whips through the courtyard, and the clouds hang low like they’re ready to fight someone. Fitting, considering your brain’s in a brawl with itself after what Helmeppo said the day before.
"Koby, huh?"
You can’t stop hearing it. His smirk. That I-know-something-you-don’t-want-me-to-know tone.
You march past the barracks, straight toward the supply shed, your usual spot. You pace in tight circles. The door creaks. Koby walks in, drenched from the rain already starting.
“I heard Helmeppo” he says.
You nod “I didn’t tell him anything.”
“I know. But he knows. He’s probably telling his pillow right now.”
You snort, even though your chest feels tight.
“What do we do?” you ask.
Koby looks out the cracked window “I don't think anyone would even care about what Helmeppo says, but I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
You wait.
“…What if we stop hiding?”
You blink “Just like that?”
He shrugs “We tell the truth. If we get in trouble, we get in trouble. At least it’s not lying anymore.”
You walk up to him, water dripping from the edge of the window onto your boots “You’re serious?”
He nods “You’re worth the risk.”
Before you can answer—BOOM! The door BURSTS open like it owes someone money.
There stands Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, holding a giant sack of snacks.
“I KNEW IT!” he bellows, pointing a meat bun at both of you like it’s a pistol “I KNEW YOU TWO WERE SWAPPING LOVE NOTES INSTEAD OF LOGBOOKS!”
Your soul nearly leaves your body. Koby jumps like he just got hit by lightning.
Garp stomps inside, water puddling under his boots “You think I’m old and blind?! I see everything! The glances! The disappearing acts! The suspiciously timed bathroom breaks!”
You and Koby look at each other, stunned.
“I—uh—we weren’t—” you stammer.
Garp holds up a finger “Don’t lie! I’ve seen more romance in your sneaky hallway nods than in a whole damn soap opera!”
Koby finally finds his voice “Vice Admiral Garp, we—”
Garp grabs two rice balls from his bag and tosses them at your heads.
“About time! I was betting with Sengoku you two would crack by this month!” He slaps Koby on the back so hard he almost falls over “Make it work, kiddo. Or I’ll make you regret everything.”
He stomps back into the storm, yelling at the sky.
“I WANT A WEDDING INVITE WHEN THIS BLOOMS INTO MARINE-SANCTIONED LOVE!”
Then he’s gone.
The silence is unreal.
“…Did he just bless our relationship and threaten us at the same time?” you ask.
Koby looks dazed “I think he also gave us lunch.”
You both stare at the rice balls on the ground.
You reach for one “So… no more hiding?”
Koby grins “No more hiding.”
You nod “Good. But that wasn’t romantic. That was a jump scare.”
By the next morning, everyone knows.
You’re not sure how.
Maybe it was Garp yelling across the courtyard. Maybe it was the rice ball slap. Maybe it was the way Koby smiled at you in front of a full squad meeting like it was no big deal. But now, it’s official.
You’re walking through the halls and two marines actually wink at you.
One gives you a thumbs-up. Another whispers, “Cute couple” like this is high school.
And then there’s Helmeppo, waiting by the stairs like he’s been practicing his lines all night.
“Well, well, well,” he drawls “Look who finally stopped sneaking off like a pair of guilty raccoons.”
You roll your eyes “Don’t you have training or something?”
“Oh, I do. But this is more fun,” he says, grinning “You two really had me fooled. All those ‘Yes, sir’s and ‘Permission to speak freely’s. Cute. Very professional. Very fake.”
“I will tape your mouth shut” you say calmly.
“Spicy,” Helmeppo whistles “No wonder Koby’s in love.”
You expect Koby to stammer. To panic. To turn bright red and pretend none of this is happening.
Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist and says “Yeah. I am.”
What.
You turn to him “Who are you and what did you do with the shy marine I was dating in secret?”
He grins, a little pink in the cheeks, but steady “I’m done hiding. I like holding your hand. I like saying it.”
Helmeppo looks personally attacked “You’re gonna make me throw up.”
Koby shrugs “Go drink some water.”
You’re still trying to recover from the whiplash when Koby turns to you again, softer this time. No audience, no drama, just him.
“I missed being close to you,” he says “Even just walking next to you without pretending it means nothing. I hated pretending.”
Your heart tugs.
“I know,” you say “I did too.”
He leans in, forehead resting lightly against yours “Now I can do this.”
He kisses you. Just a short, sweet kiss. Right there in the hallway.
Someone behind you gasps. Someone else claps. It’s probably Garp. Or Helmeppo. Or both.
You laugh into Koby’s shoulder “We’re never gonna hear the end of this.”
“Good,” he says “Let them talk.”
── .✦ Ace:
It starts small.
Ace, lover of chaos and borderline inedible food, begins pushing onions off his plate.
At first, nobody says anything. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood. Maybe he’s just not feeling it today.
Then it happens again.
And again.
.........And again.
By the fourth time, Thatch is watching him like he’s trying to solve a murder.
“You good, man?”
Ace blinks, mid-push “Huh?”
“You keep banishing onions like they stole your ship or something.”
Ace shrugs “They just taste weird lately.”
Thatch narrows his eyes “You used to eat them raw.”
“Tastes change.”
“You once drank onion juice.”
“I was bored.”
“You said it ‘cleared the sinuses.’”
Ace looks up at him with a done expression “…And it did.”
Thatch is unconvinced. He stares at the sad pile of abandoned onions like they hold answers.
A few days later, Marco walks across the deck and almost trips over you.
You’re napping.
Not unusual. But you’re napping exactly like Ace. Flat on your back. Arm flopped over your face. One boot still on, one off. Dead to the world.
Marco leans down “You good?”
You snore lightly and mumble something about “I hate onions... mh”.
Marco’s eye twitches.
He walks off slowly and finds Thatch.
“We have a situation.”
Izou, Marco, Thatch, and Jozu sit in a huddle like they’re planning a heist.
Thatch slaps down a napkin with dramatic flair.
“Exhibit A: Ace has stopped eating onions.”
“Exhibit B,” Marco adds, “she naps like a dead log in the middle of the deck. Just like him.”
“Exhibit C,” Izou says, adjusting his coat, “he brushed his teeth twice in one day.”
Silence.
Jozu blinks “…What does that mean?”
Izou sighs “He’s trying not to taste bad, obviously.”
Marco nods slowly “Only one reason for all this.”
Everyone says it at once “He’s kissing someone.”
They all lean back like they’ve cracked the code.
Thatch grins wide “And we all know someone who always hated onions.”
Back on deck, you yawn and stretch, bumping into Ace as he leans on the rail.
“Morning” he says, smiling softly.
“You smell like mint” you mutter, surprised.
He leans in slightly “That a bad thing?”
You shake your head, trying not to grin “Nah. Kinda hot, actually.”
What you don’t notice is the small army of Whitebeard pirates across the deck, hiding behind barrels, crates, and a suspiciously placed sail, watching you both with the intensity of trained spies.
Thatch whispers, “Look at him. He’s glowing.”
Marco squints “Is that a love glow?”
Jozu nods “He’s never glowed before.”
Izou fans himself “My heart can’t take this.”
Thatch whispers like he’s narrating a nature documentary “Observe: the rare, emotionally available Ace, brushing his teeth and avoiding onions for the sake of romance.”
Marco chuckles “Should we say something?”
Thatch shakes his head, evil smile creeping in “Not yet. Let’s have a little fun first.”
The crew knows. You just don’t know that they know. Which is why things get weird really fast.
First, Thatch starts offering you food. All the time. Which wouldn’t be strange except “Here, Y/N, extra meat, no onions. Just how you like it” he says sweetly, placing it in front of you with a wink.
You blink “Thanks…?”
He beams “Y’know. For important stuff. Like kissing for example.”
You choke “What?”
“Kissing your enemies goodbye in battle, of course. Wouldn't be cool if you smell like onions.” he says innocently “What else would I mean?”
You narrow your eyes. He walks off humming the wedding march.
Weird.
Later that day, Marco corners Ace.
“You ever think about switching toothpaste brands?”
Ace looks up from his nap spot, squinting “What?”
“I heard mint’s nice” Marco says, deadly casual.
Ace raises a brow “I already switched. Why?”
“No reason,” Marco shrugs “Just figured you’d want to impress… someone.”
“…Like who?”
Marco just walks off.
Ace stares after him, confused.
Then there’s Izou.
He appears next to you while you’re doing your hair, watching like a hawk.
“Hmm” he says thoughtfully.
“What?”
“You’ve got a new little strand tucked behind your ear. That’s new.”
You frown “So? My hair just got a bit too long.”
“Just reminds me of how Ace tucks his hair sometimes. Cute. Subtle. Copying your crush is a classic move.”
You freeze “Wh-What crush?”
He smiles slowly “Oh, I didn’t say you had one.”
You almost trip over the comb.
And don’t even get started on Jozu. He starts playing “matchmaker” out of nowhere.
“Hey Y/N, what do you think of guys with freckles?”
You pause “I mean, freckles are nice... why?”
“No reason.” He grins “You like fire powers too?”
“…You’re literally describing Ace.”
“Am I?” he says, like he’s shocked at himself.
You walk away suspicious. The crew snickers behind your back.
By the end of the week, you’re starting to get twitchy. Ace too.
“Are they acting weird?” you whisper one night as you sit beside him on deck.
“Definitely,” he says, arms behind his head “Thatch winked at me when I refused onions at dinner.”
“Marco suggested I take a nap ‘in a more open, sunny place.’” You glance at him “Sound familiar?”
Ace groans “They’re onto something.”
You whisper, “Do you think they know?”
He shrugs “They’re dumb. I think we’re safe.”
The crew, literally hiding, listening in with cups pressed to the wood.
Thatch whispers, “They think we’re dumb.”
Marco snorts “They’re in love and hiding it like toddlers under a table.”
Izou fans himself “Give it another day. Then we strike.”
It starts over breakfast.
Again, totally normal day. Birds chirping. Sun’s out. Pirates being loud. You stroll in beside Ace, acting casual. Like you didn’t kiss him good morning five minutes ago behind the barrels.
You sit down.
He sits next to you.
Everything is fine. Until Thatch slams his fork on the table and stands up dramatically.
“Okay, this has gone on long enough.”
You and Ace both freeze.
Marco leans in lazily, sipping his coffee “So. You two are dating, right?”
Your eyes go wide.
Ace doesn’t even blink.
And at the exact same time:
You: “No! Who would even date him?”
Ace: “Yeah, we’re obviously dating.”
Silence.
A beat.
Then Jozu chokes on his juice. Thatch drops his spoon. Izou wheezes like he’s been punched.
Marco just blinks “Well. That answers that.”
You turn to Ace in slow motion “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY??”
He frowns slightly “That we’re dating? What—why did you say that so disgusted?”
You hiss “Because you weren’t supposed to just admit it!”
“Why not? We’ve been caught.”
“I was trying to lie!”
Thatch is howling “Oh my god—‘Who would even date him??’ Babe, the man LITERALLY has your name carved into his pillow.”
You whip around “He WHAT?!”
Ace shrugs “Just the initials. It’s cute.”
Izou fans himself “I’m going to die. This is the best breakfast of my life.”
Marco grins “This is better than I expected”
Jozu “It’s like watching a romance novel crash into a comedy sketch.”
You bury your face in your hands “I hate this. I hate ALL of you.”
Ace pats your back gently “I think it’s going great.”
You glare at him “You’re enjoying this.”
“Of course. I don’t have to sneak around anymore. I get to call you mine out loud now.”
That… makes your face heat up. You try not to smile. You fail.
Thatch yells, “THEY’RE BLUSHING. IT’S REAL.”
Ace slings his arm around your shoulders, smug and unbothered “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll survive the embarrassment.”
Izou smirks “Barely.”
Marco raises his cup “To the worst cover-up attempt in Whitebeard history.”
Everyone cheers.
You groan and slump against Ace, who kisses your temple like the traitor he is.
♡—zoro never paid your jokes or pickup lines any mind. that is, until something happens that makes you stop.
word count♡— 3.2k
genre♡— mild angst, fluff, straw hat!reader
content notes♡— opla zoro, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and tells very bad jokes, creepy dude oc, don't be creepy be cool yall, reader pulls off a heist with nami, zoro gets jealous, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, barely proofread
also on♡— ao3
author's note♡— this is a request from anon! I'm sorry if I tweaked a few things, I'm not the best at angst hhhh I hope you still like it!
“Okay, okay. Wait. I got it this time.” You say, already trying to keep from laughing.
“Why were the kids having trouble in pirate class?”
Zoro only side-eyes you with his arms crossed, vehemently unimpressed.
“Because they were overbored!”
Watching for his reaction intently, you keep your eyes focused on his face... Nothing changes.
You tsk, but aren’t seriously discouraged. This is how he always reacts to your jokes, after all. “I’ll get you one of these days, Roronoa Zoro.”
The swordsman only sighs, leaning back into his seat to take a nap. “You do that.”
“Don’t listen to him, love.” Sanji says from the other side of the kitchen as he cleans the counter. “I thought that joke was good.”
“You’re lying, but I appreciate the sentiment, Sanji.” You grin at him. Focusing back on the book you were reading, you miss the amused, challenging look Sanji sends Zoro.
Everyone hears Luffy approaching the kitchen before he enters. “Guys!” He bellows. “We’ll be reaching land soon. Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes!”
The majority of the day is spent restocking supplies. You were all split up into pairs, but before you left, Luffy pointed to a restaurant with a flashy, illuminated sign on top that reads: ‘Bistro of Light’. How cringey of them.
“We should meet there for dinner! You don’t mind taking a break, right, Sanji?” Luffy asks eagerly, and you think that no one could say no to him when he’s so enthusiastic. Sanji nods, and you all go through the town until the sun starts to set.
The inside of the restaurant is just as ridiculous as the sign outside. Chandeliers of every color hang on the ceiling. Huge fish tanks and fountains lined with lights almost blind you. You laugh when looking at it all causes Zoro to wince.
“Hey Zoro,” You call for him. “You know what’s faster than the speed of light?”
“...”
“My heartbeat when I think of you!” You wink at him, proud of the joke even when he only sighs and looks away.
Usopp walks up to a receptionist standing behind a desk. “Hey. Table for six, if you would be so kind.”
“I’m afraid we’re at full capacity at the moment.” They respond. “You’ll have to wait, is that alright?”
Everyone shares a look. Except for Luffy, who looks dead set on eating here, you all feel unsure about waiting.
“When’s the next table going to be available?” Usopp asks. “We’re actually a really big deal. It’s gonna be really embarrassing for you guys if you don’t let us in.” The person frowns, face screaming, ‘is this guy serious’?
But before they can reply, a booming voice enters the restaurant. A tall man, dressed in a pristine white suit and wearing jewels on every finger, pushes you out of the way to yell at the receptionist. You stumble, but thankfully Zoro is there to catch you.
“What on earth is going on here?! Why are there so many people crowding the entryway?!” He fumes, angrily gesturing to your group.
“If they’re not going to eat, then I strongly suggest—” The rich man freezes suddenly, his eyes trained on you.
You keep your face as emotionless as possible, but you die laughing inside when Nami swipes a brooch from his jacket while he’s distracted with you.
“Ah,” The man says. His tone softening a considerable amount as he walks over to you. “I thought I had the best jewels in my treasury, but you're the most radiant gem I've ever laid my eyes on.” It takes everything in you to not back away. Zoro tenses beside you.
“Why haven’t these guests been guided to a table?” He asks, turning back to the receptionist.
“We’re at full capacity, Sir.” Oh. He must own the place. It makes sense that the owner is as gaudy as everything else in here.
“That won’t do.” He looks back to you, and you swear you could feel your skin crawl under his gaze.
“I am Helios. Welcome to my establishment.” The man introduces himself with a flourish, bowing to you. His jewels and gold accessories glint in the light. “What might your name be?”
Reluctantly, you introduce yourself. Had this been a normal situation, you would have turned around and walked away from him the second he saw you. But, you could feel the crew going hungry, and you’re sure Nami will want to snag another ring or two—so you play nice.
Helios smiles, repeating your name. He was probably trying to sound romantic, but he’s not doing anything for you. Not when Zoro says your name much better.
You keep Zoro’s voice in mind, remembering how nice it sounds. It’s easier to smile at Helios that way. Time to lay on the charm, “I was really looking forward to having dinner here. I don’t suppose you could help us out?”
“Follow me, my dear. You deserve to dine upstairs. The view is simply spectacular at this hour.” Helios holds out his hand to you, but Luffy—bless his soul—grabs it to shake it zealously.
“Thanks so much for letting us eat here, Mr. Helios!” Luffy claps him on the back. Helios looks dumbfounded, and the crew does an impressive job keeping their composure.
Helios tries to walk beside you as he guides you all upstairs, but Zoro is steadfast on your right, and Nami smartly positions herself on your left. Luffy and Usopp tug the restaurant owner along, chatting his ear off. You almost feel bad for him.
Nami murmurs, her voice carefully silent so only you can hear. “Treasury, huh?”
You smile. “Of course you’d be curious about that.”
“Think you could get us to his mansion?” She dares you, eyes aglow at the promise of a good heist.
“I know I can.” You pause walking to check your reflection on an ornate, sun-shaped mirror. After fixing your hair, you grin at your friends. “I’m irresistible, after all.”
Maybe if you weren’t busy buttering up your host, you would have noticed that Zoro wasn’t eating properly. Normally, you would force him to eat. You would pile food on his plate, telling that joke about fake noodles being impasta that always cracks you up.
Zoro frowns at the meal in front of him. The fish seems to frown back. Sighing, he decides to just order another drink. But no matter what he consumes, a bitter taste always blooms in his mouth afterwards.
The glass in his hand almost cracks when he hears your voice sucking up to Helios again. “So, you own this place? Do you live around here?”
Helios leans far too close towards you, but you grin and bear it. “Would you like a private tour, my gem?”
You place a hand on his arm, he may read it as affection, but you hold him so he keeps that distance. “That sounds wonderful.”
Zoro huffs under his breath. He needs another drink.
Thankfully, Helios serves good booze at his manor. Zoro almost didn’t want to drink any of it, but he needs alcohol in his system if he has to watch you flirt with this idiot so Nami can rob him blind. Whatever she steals better be worth all this, or else he might punch something. Or someone. Preferably Helios.
You share a look with Nami and give her an imperceptible nod. With that signal, she passes by and pretends to lose her footing. Wine seeps into your clothes, staining the fabric and sticking it to your skin. Did she really have to pick red wine? You liked this shirt.
“Oh, my dear!” Helios gasps. “You should get cleaned up. I’ll have my servants draw you a bath and bring you fresh clothes.”
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Nami loops her arm through yours. “Let me help you with that.”
And so, with another fake smile sent Helios’ way, you rush with Nami to find the treasury.
“Be quick.” Nami says once you enter the luxurious bathroom prepared for you.
As tempting as the bubble bath is, you only take a few wet towels to tidy up. You step into the curtained area, about to strip when Nami holds out a hand to stop you.
“Wait.” She says, her tone serious. A teddy bear holding a rose is propped up on a shelf behind you. Tapping its eyes, Nami scowls before throwing the bear into the trash bin.
“A camera?” She nods. “Seriously? What a creep.”
You and Nami inspect the room. It’s not clear if there are other hidden cameras, but she stands guard in front of the shower curtains just in case.
“Hey,” She starts. “Did you notice Zoro acting weird tonight?”
You frown as you change into the dress Helios prepared. “What do you mean?”
Nami hums in thought. “He’s just…” A dumbass, she wants to say, but doesn’t. “He seems extra grumpy.”
That causes you to laugh. “I guess I should prepare more jokes for him when we get back.”
She winces. “...I’m not that sure he likes those.”
“Hm… Maybe not, but,” You pause to think. He may not laugh loudly as Luffy does, but he never shot you down for being bubbly around him. “Zoro would have told me to shut up by now if he didn’t, right?”
“Huh.” Nami says. “You got a point.”
You push the curtains aside, grinning at her. “Come on, let’s break into that treasury.”
“Of course, my gem.”
“Oh my god, if that sticks I’m going to be so mad.”
The treasury was a vault full of everything from jewels to ornamental weapons. Nami playfully crowned you with a diamond tiara, and she put on dangling emerald earrings that looked stunning on her.
After filling your bags and pockets with the most you can carry, you and Nami head out to find the others. You run into Usopp on the way back to the lounge.
“I see you two cleaned up well.” He jokes. “Luffy and Sanji are in the kitchen. I was just on my way there.”
“Where’s Zoro?” You ask.
“With Helios. You know him, still drinking.”
“We should leave soon.” Nami insists. “We risk getting caught the longer we stay.”
“Right.” You hand Usopp your bag, his eyes widen comically when he feels how heavy it is. “I’ll just go say goodbye, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Before you even enter the lounge, however, you hear Zoro speak your name. Are they talking about you? You press your back against the wall, straining to hear their conversation.
You almost wish you didn’t.
“She tells the worst jokes and doesn’t know when to quit it. Thinks she’s hilarious but she’s really not.” Zoro speaks in that deep voice that would usually be comforting to you—but his words now pierce through you painfully.
“What exactly is your relationship with her?” Helios asks, and Zoro is silent. It feels like your heart crumbles for every second he doesn’t answer.
You’re friends! You’ve been dreaming of more but, you’ve always been friends.
…Aren’t you? Doesn’t he think so?
“I don’t know.” Your heart fully shatters. What does he mean he doesn’t know? “She just sticks to me a lot. It can get annoying.”
“Well. That’s unfortunate, but it’s nothing to sob over.” Helios kisses his teeth. “I don’t care about her attitude. All that doesn’t matter as long as she has that pretty face.”
You wait for Zoro to say something. Anything. You want him to cut Helios where he stands.
But he doesn’t. The silence drags on. The air feels like it’s pushing you down, crushing your lungs. You have to get out of here.
You burst into the kitchen, trying your best not to cry. Nami immediately rushes to you, holding your shoulders to steady you. “What happened?”
Letting out a shuddered breath, you whisper, “You were right.” It’s impossible to think straight right now. “I want to leave.”
You look to Luffy, still shaken up. Your captain’s expression is serious as he nods. “Go ahead, we’ll get Zoro and catch up.” Not needing to be told twice, you head out the door.
Before she follows you, Nami hisses at Sanji, “Talk some sense into that dumbass, won’t you?”
The entire walk back to the Going Merry is silent. You’re grateful Nami doesn’t immediately press you for what happened, but you know that you should answer her questions. You finally get the words out in the safety of her cabin.
You sit cross-legged on the bed, and everything comes pouring out. “He called me annoying.”
“Zoro?” She asked, offering you a box of tissues.
“Yeah.” You sniff, taking the box.
“I’m sorry. That was fucked up of him to say.”
Unsure how to properly comfort you, Nami gets up and retrieves extra pillows from a storage compartment.
“Why don’t we have a girl’s night?” Nami asks, offering you a smile. It pulls a smile out of you too, the first one you mustered since Zoro crushed your spirit.
“I’d like that.”
Zoro is confused to find that you and Nami had left before them. Luffy gave Helios some lame excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but Zoro knew better. If you were really sick, the whole crew would be panicking and rushing to get to you.
He stares at Sanji and Usopp, trying to piece together what really happened. They both turn away from him, refusing to say anything.
In the next second, a maid rushes out, panting and screaming, “Mr. Helios! The treasury has been robbed!”
Fine. Answers can come later. For now, they need to run.
Once they’re back on the ship, Sanji follows Zoro into his cabin. He stares at the chef blankly, “Get out.”
“Did you do something?” Sanji leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Get out.” Zoro repeats, about to push him out of the room when Sanji speaks your name.
“She was upset. Asked to leave as soon as possible.” Sanji’s gaze is almost menacing, and his frown deepens when Zoro’s face falls. So, that’s what happened. You had heard him.
“Fuck.” Zoro groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Everyone noticed you getting bitchy over Helios.” Sanji notes “Did you confront him or something?”
Scoffing, Zoro sits on his hammock, the fabric dips under his weight. “It was something, all right.”
Wanting Zoro to explain himself unpromptedly, Sanji just watches him and lets the silence hang in the air. After a solid, suffocating minute, the swordsman caves.
“I called her annoying.” Zoro breathes out deeply. “I said her jokes aren’t funny and that she sticks to me a lot.”
“Man, that’s screwed up.” Sanji gapes. “I thought you cared about her?”
“Of course I do, but I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Zoro defends. “Luffy’s the only one who laughs at her jokes, and she’s always by my side.”
Sighing, Zoro continues, “...but I never minded any of it. I learned to care for those parts of her a long time ago. I was only trying to get that shithead off her back.”
“You’re an idiot.” Sanji concludes. “You have the emotional depth of a sink, sometimes.”
Zoro, surprisingly, doesn’t insult the chef back. He stares at the wall, slouched and looking the most empty Sanji’s ever seen him.
“What should I do?” He asks. “How should I make it up to her?”
Sanji’s eyes light up, he beams and claps his hands together in excitement. Even if Zoro hasn’t heard it yet, he already dreads the chef’s suggestion.
“I have an idea.”
When you woke up the next morning, you had every intention of avoiding Zoro like the plague. It was still really difficult to look at him, the hurt you felt still stings your heart.
But unfortunately for you, he had other plans.
You’re gazing out into the sea on the forecastle deck when you hear a familiar set of heavy footsteps. You sigh. “I don’t want to talk, Zoro.”
“I’m not here to talk.” You turn to him questioningly, but you really shouldn’t give him the time of day. Wasn’t he the one who complained about you clinging to him?
You don’t say anything. Only glaring at him and hoping he sees how disappointed you feel. Zoro stands here, appearing strangely vulnerable. If you weren’t so hurt, you would have hugged him by now.
But you are. So he has to wallow in the awkwardness of the consequences of his words. He—wait. What’s that on his face?
“I…” Is he… blushing? “I’m sorry I wasn’t around in the past.”
You make a face and blink at him. What is he up to?
“...Can I be part of your future?”
That knocks the wind right out of you, your jaw practically falls to the floor. Did Roronoa Zoro just use a pickup line? On you? You can’t help but glance at your surroundings to check if the sky is still blue.
No—hold on. He can’t win you over just like that. He needs to explain why he said what he did.
“You said my jokes are the worst.” You grumble.
“They are.” Zoro looks straight into your eyes as he speaks. “But you’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”
“You said I always stick to your side.”
He doesn’t miss a beat and answers earnestly, “You do. And I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”
“…You said you didn’t know what our relationship is.”
That causes Zoro to pause, searching your eyes as if he’ll find the answer in them. “…I don’t.”
Oh, this impossible sword-brain of a man. Your lips quiver, and you realize you can’t fight back your smile anymore. “I love you, Zoro.”
His expression shifts from anxiousness to shock, relief, and a bit of something else...
“I love you, too.” Ah, of course. Love, that too.
Slowly, tentatively, he raises his arms, inviting you to an embrace. He’s adorable, looking a teensy bit nervous that you wouldn’t want to hold him. Giggling, you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he envelops your shoulders.
“I bet Sanji taught you to apologize with that line.” You murmur into his chest. “If you tell me another one…” Zoro cringes, his frame tensing.
“...I’ll give you a kiss.” His expression lifts, seriously considering it.
After a minute, Zoro clears his throat. You almost squeal in excitement.
“Roses are red, violets are blue…” A classic. This is going to be good.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, I just want to have dinner with you.” You gasp, squeezing him tighter.
“Yes! That was perfect.” Laughing, you reach up and hold his face to keep your promise.
You plant a sweet, short kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you like he would fight anyone for you. He probably would, if you’re being honest.
“You’re perfect.” He breathes, mouth against yours and then he’s kissing you again.
Hiding behind a pile of crates, the rest of the crew whoop and cheer. (Silently.)
“That was such a good line!” Luffy whispers.
“I still think he should have used the ‘I don’t speak angel’ one.” Usopp whispers back.
“What are you talking about?!” Sanji angrily, quietly mutters. “That was perfect because he apologized and delivered the line.”
“Shut it, you guys. I was right, he didn’t last a day with her mad at him.” Nami holds out her palm. “Pay up.” The others groan, handing her some berry. All’s well that ends well.
I love your stories!! Maybe a Zoro x princess!reader would be interesting? She ran away and became a pirate of the crew, but she is still very formal and polite while Zoro is... Zoro 😂😂
⛥ﾟ・。 knight
synopsis: as a princess, you constantly have a bounty on your head, which means you are almost always under attack whenever the crew docks on an island. so, after zoro saves you from being kidnapped again, you both have a heart to heart... which ends in a little confession.
cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, reader talks very proper, reader's a little dense, zoro's a little emotionally constipated
"Get the princess!" the leader of the thugs shouted, swords drawn as the huge gang chased after you.
Hastily, Zoro attempted to cut a nearby corner, teetering to the side a little bit before he stabilized and continued to sprint down the street.
"What the hell were you thinking, huh?!" he panted, brows furrowed at he glanced at you, who was thrown over his shoulder. "I leave you alone for two seconds! And somehow you find a way to grab the attention of every damn criminal in town!"
"I was thirsty!" you exclaimed, defensively. "I thought I was going into a bar!"
"It was obviously a bounty hunter's nest!" he fired back.
"How was I supposed to know that?!"
"It was called the Killshot! And had a sign hanging outside with a picture of a gun!"
"I thought it was just a colorful theme!"
Zoro groaned, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he cursed whatever god that allowed this to happen yet again.
One of these days, he was gonna pretend he didn't see anything.
You were a princess, plain and simple, heir to the throne of some far off kingdom in the New World.
Ever since you were a little girl, you'd longed for adventure, not wanting your world to be confined to the walls of your castle, or the borders of your kingdom.
So, you promised yourself that the moment you turned eighteen, you'd run away.
And that's exactly what you did.
Though, in hindsight, it was probably not the best decision, as you had absolutely no idea how the outside world worked.
Still, somehow by fate or by fortune, your clueless self had managed to make it all the way to Loguetown, where the crew saved you from a few assassins.
Thus, you became the Strawhat's resident princess and diplomat.
And Zoro's resident pain in the ass.
Whenever the crew docked on a new island, you always insisted on exploring it yourself, excited to see the new sights and sounds.
And, like clockwork, you always found some way to call unwanted attention to yourself, the swordsman always finding himself in close proximity.
He had half the mind to think you did it on purpose.
Brows furrowed, his feet picked up speed, muttering intelligible things to himself.
'Princess be damned... no woman's worth this much trouble...'
Out the corner of his eye, Zoro peeped an alley not too far away, quickly running to duck inside it.
Dropping you to your feet, his strong hands grabbed your shoulders, yanking you into the shadows and covering your mouth as you let out a tiny yelp, eyes widening.
'Brute!'
You'd never been handled with such lack of care...
Back home, you were referred to as the Crowned Jewel of the Kingdom, known far and wide for your beauty and kindness.
Many often sang your praises, sending you buckets upon buckets of fan mail and writing songs about the prosperity your family had brought to the kingdom.
And the few that actually got to touch you did so with the utmost care, often reverently.
Meanwhile... this man talked to you as if you were an incompetent child, and tossed you around as if you were some sort of rag-doll.
Safe to say, it was quite the culture shock.
As the large group of men passed, Zoro tightened his grip on you, watching closely they examined the shops and stalls outside—some of them having split up to search quicker.
"Coulda sworn they were right here..." one of them grumbled under his breath, brows furrowed.
The dark-haired man paused, giving the space one more once over before turning to the others, sheathing his sword with an annoyed sigh.
"Looks like we lost 'em. Let's circle back to where we found 'em and see if that redhead knows anything."
Your eyes widened, knowing exactly who he was talking about.
"Nami!" you whimpered, forcing Zoro's calloused hand to press harder into your face to muffle the noise.
"Quiet," his deep, rough voice ordered, tone leaving no room for argument.
Suspicious, the man glanced in your direction, narrowing his eyes at the darkness as he looked directly at you—though he didn't know it.
Your heart stopped, your entire body freezing up as both you and Zoro stayed as still as statues, pressing firmer against the wall of the alley to avoid being revealed as he left.
And once he was completely one, you both let out a sigh of relief, your shoulders dropping as the tension finally oozed out your back.
"Are you stupid or something?" Zoro spat, curtly, brows furrowed. "You could've gotten us both caught!"
"I already expressed my apologies! It was not on purpose!" you countered, throwing your hands up in the air. "I simply wanted something to drink, but then those thugs just grabbed me! And did so without asking!"
Zoro let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he hung his head.
You couldn't be serious...
"They're bounty hunters, (y/n)... they're not gonna ask permission to kidnap you."
"I'm afraid I just learned that firsthand," you huffed, a small pout gracing your lips and you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest. "And after I was so generous... I even offered to negotiate the terms over lunch."
With a raised brow, Zoro leaned against the wall with you, confused.
"Terms?"
"A closed contract between me and all affiliates of the Killshot gang that would have guaranteed my continued residency with the Strawhat crew in exchange for a sum total of five-hundred million berries, paid monthly or in advance, depending on their preference."
The swordsman nearly choked on the air he was taking in, floored by the number you said so casually.
"Five-hundred million?!"
You nodded, plainly, confused by his surprise.
"Money is no object for my family. Especially pertaining to my safety," you shrugged. "I extend that offer to my friends, as well. Back at the auction house on Sabaody, I would have happily bought Camie to save her... but Sir Raleigh had already beat me to the punch."
Slowly, a small smile crept onto the swordsman's face, the rigidness in his stance slowly morphing into one more relaxed.
'Well, I'll be damned...'
It was moments like these that he enjoyed, as he was actually offered a glimpse at your true self.
The woman that an entire kingdom absolutely adored.
Princess (y/n).
Sure, you were hard-headed at times, and completely clueless when it came to social interactions outside of high society.
But you had heart, and generosity that quite literally knew no bounds.
Just... maybe some self defense lessons were needed.
"I gotta teach you some hand to hand if you're gonna keep goin' on these little expeditions," he sighed, clearing his throat as he glanced down at the ground.
"Combat?" you scrunched your nose. "What is the point of that when I have you?"
The gears in his head came to a screeching halt, his head snapping over to you so fast, you'd think he'd have whiplash.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You are a swordsman, are you not?" you raised a brow.
"Yes..."
"And you follow me around, yes?"
"I don't follow you around!"
The man flushed, face burning at your plainness.
"You are always there when I am in trouble."
"Yeah... well... that's 'cause I have shit luck..."
"But you care about me, right?"
Zoro froze, throat clamming up.
He had never been presented with questions like these before, and they were forcing him to think.
To read into why exactly he was always there whenever you called for help.
You were always within arms reach of him, the two of you seeming to just naturally float around each other, even as you did your daily routines.
And although you were far from his responsibility, Zoro couldn't understand why he felt the need to worry so much.
He knew million times over that the crew was capable of protecting you, and that if anything were to happen, Luffy or Sanji could more than adequately swoop in to your rescue.
But for some reason, reminding himself of that fact didn't subdue the concern that spiked in his chest when you left his line of sight, or the faint pang of panic in his breath.
'Dammit...'
Too many questions.
"I... yes," he answered, awkwardly.
Instantly, a warm smile broke out on your face, melting the swordsman's heart into a puddle on the floor.
"Then, that makes you my sworn sword!" you beamed, cheekily.
"Your sworn... what?"
"My sworn sword. My knight. My champion," you elaborated. "You stand by my side throughout my travels and keep me under your protection."
"I do WHAT?!"
"Is your hearing all right? You seem to be having a hard time processing what I am saying..."
"No, no... it's... it's not that..."
An uncomfortable silence suddenly settled over you both, the swordsman practically praying that the gang would come back so he could run you both back to the ship and escape the atmosphere.
You, on the other hand, had been feeling quite the opposite, wanting things to be settled right here and now.
Zoro had been your "crush"—lovingly dubbed by Nami—for over two years, and was the only person in the world that was consistently there for you, always rushing to your rescue without fail.
Despite his prickly exterior, and his sharp words, you could tell he was a kind, loyal, and compassionate man.
He just needed a little push.
Just then, the sound of running footsteps began to draw nearer to the mouth of the alley, your eyes shooting wide at the sound.
"Someone is coming!" you whispered, quickly turning to him .
Eyes doe wide, and breath quickened, you settled on something you'd read in a book once, hoping it would conceal your faces.
What possessed you to do it, you had no idea.
Pulling the man in by his robe, you smashed your lips into his, his eye shooting as wide as a saucer.
Everything had gone from zero to a hundred so fast.
Left was up.
Down was right.
But, in that moment, everything felt oddly right.
So, for the first time in his life, he caved, allowing his eye to flutter shut and his body to ease into the kiss.
Sliding your hands up, one of them cupped his face, while the other threw your arm around his neck, keeping him in place as he snaked his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer.
The kiss was electric, and, while very uncoordinated and eager, felt like liquid fire was coursing through your veins, pushing you forward.
Smoothly, the two of you shifted, Zoro pushing you up against the wall and tilting his head in order to get a better angle, deepening the kiss even further.
His hands gripped you even tighter, suddenly fearful he would float away if you didn't keep him grounded.
With your touch burning his skin and your scent flooding his nostrils, he felt like he was higher than the clouds, like this was heaven on earth.
Your lips were so damn soft...
Hell, you were so damn soft...
You washed over him like a wave of calm, the rhythm of the kiss lulling his worry-filled mind until the only thing he could think about was why the hell he didn't do this sooner.
"Aw, jeez! This is what you guys were doing all this time?!" Luffy exclaimed from the mouth of the alley, completely ruining the moment.
'Thats why...'
The two of you quickly threw yourselves off each other, faces burning with embarrassment as you looked in opposite directions.
"At least do that inside. You're gonna catch somethin' out here..." he shrugged, turning to walk away.
Your eyes shot wide, and you snapped your head over to the boy.
"Wait, Luffy, what did you think we were—?" "Don't wanna talk about it!"
"You idiot, we weren't—!" "M'not listening!"
You turned to the swordsman, brow raised in confusion.
"What is he talking about?"
Zoro's eye widened, and it finally donned on him that you hadn't been taught about... the birds and the bees.
'Christ...'
"I'll tell you another time," he sighed, talking your hand and leading you toward the exit of the alley. "Let's go back to the ship."
"Yes, of course!" you playfully bellowed. "Lead the way, knight!"
➷ in which your very protective boyfriend interrogates you about a certain wound you have
pairing: (opla!)bf!zoro x reader
genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship!AU
warnings: injuries, booze, mentions of self harm (it is assumed, but false) based off opla!zoro, but has chopper bc chopper <3
word count: 1.5k words
a/n: to my nct audience; LOL SORRY IF THIS CAME UP IN UR FEED AND YOU GOT CONFUSED 😇🙏 currently obssesed over one piece live action dude i physically cannot explain how much i love all the characters :( (esp koby and nami's character development!!!) anw ive been having a major zoro brainrot so :) enjoy!!!
You grumble and keep a hand to your cheek, shoulders slumped and sore, as you walk into the kitchen, in search of someone specific.
Chopper, your trusty nurse and adorable friend, of course. Who else would heal the cut on your face and bruises on your arm?
Hearing a little action going on in the kitchen, you can only assume is your captain Luffy, or Usopp, as they both are food lovers, after all.
"Hey, have you guys seen Chopper anywhe–"
However, once you make it inside the kitchen, you are shocked to see the person you've been avoiding this whole morning.
"Oh," You breathe out. A frown curls on your lips once you realize he's got a bottle of booze wrapped in his hand, bringing it up to his lips as he turns to gaze at you. "Damn it, I thought I hid those..."
Your boyfriend's got a nasty habit of drinking alcohol. Anytime he wanted. Bored? He's either napping, training, or drinking his stupid booze. Tired? Booze. Feeling happy or sad? Stupid booze.
You've been trying to stop him before he becomes 80% alcohol, but he's better at finding it than you are at hiding it.
"Morning," Zoro mumbles, as he puts his bottle down. "tried to hide these just like you've been hiding from me me all day?"
At his words, you look away, taking a step away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about,"
"Why are you holding your cheek?"
When your eyes flicker back at him, he's got a worried frown, a crease in his eyebrows some might mistake as anger, but you recognize it as care.
He cares for you, and you hate how soft it makes you.
"It's just... cold," You attempt to lie, rubbing at your skin. Bad idea, as you fail to stop your hiss of pain.
Zoro instantly walks towards you, his hands releasing his bottle of beer, and his swords, to raise it to your face. One hand hovers over your uncovered cheek, the other wrapping it's fingers around your wrist gently.
"Show me."
You still, not knowing what to do. You know you're gonna succumb to him anyway, so there's no need to put up a fight, but you can't help how stubborn you are.
So, you don't step away, but you don't lower your hand anyway.
"Y/N," Zoro says sternly.
"It's nothing, I swear, just a tiny... mishap,"
"Then show me,"
Despite his voice being so harsh, and his gaze just as much, you know this is all because he loves you. You can tell by the way his thumb softly runs over your skin, you can tell by the way he steps closer to observe further, you can tell by the way he doesn't force you. He trusts that you trust him, and you hate how it works on you every time.
"Do you at least have any bandages?"
With your tiny voice and small gaze up at him, Zoro knows you've given in.
"You know I always do,"
It's true. With the amount of fights he gets himself into, he has at least 2 packs on him. Also in case you scrape your knee or get a papercut. It's the small things he does that assure you he cares.
He finally releases his grip on your wrist, walking back to pick up his bottle of beer on the counter. Before he can even take a sip, however, you hop onto the counter in front of him, and snatch the bottle, shaking your head.
"It's 10 in the morning." You remind him sternly.
Zoro can't stop the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips, huffing. "Yeah, yeah,"
You know he loves you, he knows you love him too.
It's the tiny things like this that prove it. The way you try to make him a better man, the way you'd instantly take care of his wounds yourself, the way you shush the other crewmembers when he's napping. And unlike you, he loves how soft it makes him.
"Take your hand off now."
Though you have a disapproving look, and grimace, you comply, slowly lowering your hand from your cheek.
You look down at your lap once you hear his sharp intake of air, playing with the hem of your shirt.
Zoro can't take his eyes off the cut on your cheekbone, his heart sinking impossibly quickly, cracking when he sees a bruise right under the cut. "What the fuck happened?"
"It just... happened," You mumble weakly.
"Who did it?" Zoro'a voice, once again, is harsh, but you hear the shake in it, worry.
"...I did,"
You know he takes it the wrong way the next second, considering how you answered him, you would have skipped to conclusions yourself.
"You're harming yourself?!"
You interject immediently, reaching out to grab his wrist, "No! God, no, Zoro,"
You haven't said his name until now, and it still manages to send a wave of warmth over his body. The way you are so quick to reassure him, the way you lean into his warmth, how your skin rubs against his comfortingly, it all warms him inside. He's only ever felt warm with you, which is why he loves you so much.
"Then how did it happen?"
At his question, you frown again, but it's less serious than before, it's more of a pout, if anything.
"It's stupid."
"It's not stupid if you're getting hurt."
"You'll think it's stupid,"
"Our captain is Luffy, whatever you do can't be that bad."
Zoro waits patiently for your answer, taking out the band-aid from his pocket. His eyes shine with anticipation, no longer (that) angry, and you're glad he isn't as worried anymore. You hate making him worry.
"I..." You hesitate for a second, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. You decide that it doesn't matter if he laughs or not in the end, because he won't ever see you differently. He's your Zoro, and he'll always be by your side.
"You know how there was a storm last night?"
Your boyfriend's eyebrows raise at your words, and he nods silently, gently sticking the band-aid to your cheek. He blows on it, making sure it's secure.
"I fell off my bed and face planted onto the floor,"
At your words, Zoro completely freezes, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw. You can't tell what he's quite feeling, as one, you didn't have the pride to look at him for more than 2 seconds, and two, he remains as emotionless as a rock.
"...Zoro?"
Suddenly, there's a sound. A strange sound that comes from him. It's unfamiliar, but... strangely warm. You come to a conclusion that Roronoa Zoro, your cold, stoic boyfriend, is laughing. He's laughing with his whole heart, eyes squinting as he finally smiles, the prettiest, most precious smile you have ever seen.
Zoro's forehead lands on your shoulder as he continues, an arm wrapping around your waist to secure you in place.
"Roronoa Zoro are you laughing at me?"
"N-no–" He snorts. How dare he lie to your face.
Although he did flat out lie to your face, it's endearing. His laugh and smile is new, comforting, and you swear your could listen to it your whole life and not complain.
"I-I'm not laughing at you, I promise!"
"Doesn't look like it," You huff out with a grumble, facing away from, attempting to hide the shy smile curling on your lips.
"N-nooo!" Zoro chuckles. A sudden warm feeling envelops not only your chin, but your whole entire being, as Zoro tilts your head back to him, your heart almost stopping at the sight of his charming grin.
He's grinning.
And it's all because of you.
You have to admit, you're proud of yourself.
"You're just... too adorable,"
"Roronoa Zoro, you're flirting with me now?!"
"Shhh!" He shushes you, though its playful, and loving, placing his index finger on your smiley lips.
You two sit there, alone and together, for minutes on end, unable to let the moment become a memory. Zoro resumes with patching you up, caressing the bruises on your arm comfortingly.
It's moments like these that make you realize just how special you are to Zoro, and just how special he is to you, because who else on planet earth would be able to get him to laugh thay hard, grin that much, and love you that much?
You'd crash into the floor a million times if it meant seeing Zoro's smile, you'd admit to any embarassing moment, if it meant having to hear his melodious laugh.
"You know," He breaks the peaceful silence, causing you to grow concious of how you were staring at him. To be fair, the both of you don't mind staring at each other. What's there to hide? You love him, he loves you.
"you could come nap with me if you want. I could keep you anchored to the bed so you don't fall out again."
Considering how much he valued his hours of sleep, and alone time, this is something big he asks you of, and you feel a sweet warmth stirr in you.
This time, you don't grow shy, or snarl at his sarcastic remark. Rather, you grin at your lover, reaching up to pinch his chin playfully. "You'd like that, huh?"
"Don't say you wouldn't,"
"And if I drag you down with me?"
Zoro shrugs, ruffling your bed-head. "We'll both get to laugh and patch each other up."
You reach up to peck his cheek, before hopping off the counter. "I'll take you up on that someday,"
➷ in which your very protective boyfriend interrogates you about a certain wound you have
pairing: (opla!)bf!zoro x reader
genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship!AU
warnings: injuries, booze, mentions of self harm (it is assumed, but false) based off opla!zoro, but has chopper bc chopper <3
word count: 1.5k words
a/n: to my nct audience; LOL SORRY IF THIS CAME UP IN UR FEED AND YOU GOT CONFUSED 😇🙏 currently obssesed over one piece live action dude i physically cannot explain how much i love all the characters :( (esp koby and nami's character development!!!) anw ive been having a major zoro brainrot so :) enjoy!!!
You grumble and keep a hand to your cheek, shoulders slumped and sore, as you walk into the kitchen, in search of someone specific.
Chopper, your trusty nurse and adorable friend, of course. Who else would heal the cut on your face and bruises on your arm?
Hearing a little action going on in the kitchen, you can only assume is your captain Luffy, or Usopp, as they both are food lovers, after all.
"Hey, have you guys seen Chopper anywhe–"
However, once you make it inside the kitchen, you are shocked to see the person you've been avoiding this whole morning.
"Oh," You breathe out. A frown curls on your lips once you realize he's got a bottle of booze wrapped in his hand, bringing it up to his lips as he turns to gaze at you. "Damn it, I thought I hid those..."
Your boyfriend's got a nasty habit of drinking alcohol. Anytime he wanted. Bored? He's either napping, training, or drinking his stupid booze. Tired? Booze. Feeling happy or sad? Stupid booze.
You've been trying to stop him before he becomes 80% alcohol, but he's better at finding it than you are at hiding it.
"Morning," Zoro mumbles, as he puts his bottle down. "tried to hide these just like you've been hiding from me me all day?"
At his words, you look away, taking a step away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about,"
"Why are you holding your cheek?"
When your eyes flicker back at him, he's got a worried frown, a crease in his eyebrows some might mistake as anger, but you recognize it as care.
He cares for you, and you hate how soft it makes you.
"It's just... cold," You attempt to lie, rubbing at your skin. Bad idea, as you fail to stop your hiss of pain.
Zoro instantly walks towards you, his hands releasing his bottle of beer, and his swords, to raise it to your face. One hand hovers over your uncovered cheek, the other wrapping it's fingers around your wrist gently.
"Show me."
You still, not knowing what to do. You know you're gonna succumb to him anyway, so there's no need to put up a fight, but you can't help how stubborn you are.
So, you don't step away, but you don't lower your hand anyway.
"Y/N," Zoro says sternly.
"It's nothing, I swear, just a tiny... mishap,"
"Then show me,"
Despite his voice being so harsh, and his gaze just as much, you know this is all because he loves you. You can tell by the way his thumb softly runs over your skin, you can tell by the way he steps closer to observe further, you can tell by the way he doesn't force you. He trusts that you trust him, and you hate how it works on you every time.
"Do you at least have any bandages?"
With your tiny voice and small gaze up at him, Zoro knows you've given in.
"You know I always do,"
It's true. With the amount of fights he gets himself into, he has at least 2 packs on him. Also in case you scrape your knee or get a papercut. It's the small things he does that assure you he cares.
He finally releases his grip on your wrist, walking back to pick up his bottle of beer on the counter. Before he can even take a sip, however, you hop onto the counter in front of him, and snatch the bottle, shaking your head.
"It's 10 in the morning." You remind him sternly.
Zoro can't stop the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips, huffing. "Yeah, yeah,"
You know he loves you, he knows you love him too.
It's the tiny things like this that prove it. The way you try to make him a better man, the way you'd instantly take care of his wounds yourself, the way you shush the other crewmembers when he's napping. And unlike you, he loves how soft it makes him.
"Take your hand off now."
Though you have a disapproving look, and grimace, you comply, slowly lowering your hand from your cheek.
You look down at your lap once you hear his sharp intake of air, playing with the hem of your shirt.
Zoro can't take his eyes off the cut on your cheekbone, his heart sinking impossibly quickly, cracking when he sees a bruise right under the cut. "What the fuck happened?"
"It just... happened," You mumble weakly.
"Who did it?" Zoro'a voice, once again, is harsh, but you hear the shake in it, worry.
"...I did,"
You know he takes it the wrong way the next second, considering how you answered him, you would have skipped to conclusions yourself.
"You're harming yourself?!"
You interject immediently, reaching out to grab his wrist, "No! God, no, Zoro,"
You haven't said his name until now, and it still manages to send a wave of warmth over his body. The way you are so quick to reassure him, the way you lean into his warmth, how your skin rubs against his comfortingly, it all warms him inside. He's only ever felt warm with you, which is why he loves you so much.
"Then how did it happen?"
At his question, you frown again, but it's less serious than before, it's more of a pout, if anything.
"It's stupid."
"It's not stupid if you're getting hurt."
"You'll think it's stupid,"
"Our captain is Luffy, whatever you do can't be that bad."
Zoro waits patiently for your answer, taking out the band-aid from his pocket. His eyes shine with anticipation, no longer (that) angry, and you're glad he isn't as worried anymore. You hate making him worry.
"I..." You hesitate for a second, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. You decide that it doesn't matter if he laughs or not in the end, because he won't ever see you differently. He's your Zoro, and he'll always be by your side.
"You know how there was a storm last night?"
Your boyfriend's eyebrows raise at your words, and he nods silently, gently sticking the band-aid to your cheek. He blows on it, making sure it's secure.
"I fell off my bed and face planted onto the floor,"
At your words, Zoro completely freezes, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw. You can't tell what he's quite feeling, as one, you didn't have the pride to look at him for more than 2 seconds, and two, he remains as emotionless as a rock.
"...Zoro?"
Suddenly, there's a sound. A strange sound that comes from him. It's unfamiliar, but... strangely warm. You come to a conclusion that Roronoa Zoro, your cold, stoic boyfriend, is laughing. He's laughing with his whole heart, eyes squinting as he finally smiles, the prettiest, most precious smile you have ever seen.
Zoro's forehead lands on your shoulder as he continues, an arm wrapping around your waist to secure you in place.
"Roronoa Zoro are you laughing at me?"
"N-no–" He snorts. How dare he lie to your face.
Although he did flat out lie to your face, it's endearing. His laugh and smile is new, comforting, and you swear your could listen to it your whole life and not complain.
"I-I'm not laughing at you, I promise!"
"Doesn't look like it," You huff out with a grumble, facing away from, attempting to hide the shy smile curling on your lips.
"N-nooo!" Zoro chuckles. A sudden warm feeling envelops not only your chin, but your whole entire being, as Zoro tilts your head back to him, your heart almost stopping at the sight of his charming grin.
He's grinning.
And it's all because of you.
You have to admit, you're proud of yourself.
"You're just... too adorable,"
"Roronoa Zoro, you're flirting with me now?!"
"Shhh!" He shushes you, though its playful, and loving, placing his index finger on your smiley lips.
You two sit there, alone and together, for minutes on end, unable to let the moment become a memory. Zoro resumes with patching you up, caressing the bruises on your arm comfortingly.
It's moments like these that make you realize just how special you are to Zoro, and just how special he is to you, because who else on planet earth would be able to get him to laugh thay hard, grin that much, and love you that much?
You'd crash into the floor a million times if it meant seeing Zoro's smile, you'd admit to any embarassing moment, if it meant having to hear his melodious laugh.
"You know," He breaks the peaceful silence, causing you to grow concious of how you were staring at him. To be fair, the both of you don't mind staring at each other. What's there to hide? You love him, he loves you.
"you could come nap with me if you want. I could keep you anchored to the bed so you don't fall out again."
Considering how much he valued his hours of sleep, and alone time, this is something big he asks you of, and you feel a sweet warmth stirr in you.
This time, you don't grow shy, or snarl at his sarcastic remark. Rather, you grin at your lover, reaching up to pinch his chin playfully. "You'd like that, huh?"
"Don't say you wouldn't,"
"And if I drag you down with me?"
Zoro shrugs, ruffling your bed-head. "We'll both get to laugh and patch each other up."
You reach up to peck his cheek, before hopping off the counter. "I'll take you up on that someday,"
you reunite with zoro, and through battles, jealousy, a meddling demon, and heat-filled sex, you fight your way from childhood rivals to lovers who finally stop running from each other.
inspired by: devil's knight (yaoi manhwa) by buzzi
a/n: I really wanted to use a gn!reader but I already suck at writing smut so I had to focus a lot on writing and changed it to a fem!reader instead... saying it bc I'm sad about myself for it
words count: 5.9k
tags: smut with plot, nsfw, MDNI, sex with a demon, hints of a threesome, oral, fingering, blindfold, caught sex(?), wano arc, mention of hiyori, childhood friends to strangers, misunderstanding, tension, happy ending
zoro m.list || anime m.list || ao3 || ko-fi
The sun hits the training field, hot and sharp like Zoro’s blade. He’s always here first, swinging until his shirt sticks to his back.
You run up the hill, wooden sword in hand “You started without me again!”
Zoro stops mid-swing and gives that smug grin “You’re late. What if I was already a swordsman by now?”
You roll your eyes “Then I’d just beat you faster.”
“Ha!” He laughs and holds his sword up “Try it, then.”
The wooden blades clash. The sound echoes through the field. You used to lose every time, with bruised arms and scraped knees, but with always a grin on your face because training with Zoro was the best part of your day.
But lately, something’s different.
You move faster, block his attacks easily. When you strike, he barely keeps up. Finally, your sword stops an inch from his shoulder.
Zoro blinks “You… you got stronger.”
You smile “Guess all that training paid off.”
He lowers his sword slowly “Yeah… I guess so.”
You laugh, expecting him to tease you, to call for a rematch. But instead, he turns around. “I’ll see you tomorrow” he says, voice quiet.
Tomorrow never comes.
Zoro stops showing up at the training field.
You wait every day for a week. Then two. You even go to his house, but he’s always “busy“.
At first, you think he’s mad because you beat him. You try to talk to him once, but he just says, “I’ve got my own stuff to work on.”
So you stop going, too.
If he doesn’t want to see you, fine. You won’t chase him.
Still, every time you pass him in the village, your heart sinks. He looks away before you can even say “hi”.
You start to think maybe he hates you.
So you start pretending you don’t care. You train alone.
Days turn into months. The field feels emptier every time you go.
One night, sitting under the stars, you whisper, “Maybe I should just leave…”
And so you do.
You take your sword, a small boat, and set off on your own.
You don’t know what waits out there, only that it has to be better than feeling like this.
But fate’s funny. Because one day, when you find that strange fruit floating in a chest on an island, dark purple, swirling like smoke, and you eat it, everything changes.
And when the demon first speaks to you, his voice deep and amused, saying, “So… you’re my summoner?”
You have no idea that your old friend, Zoro, is somewhere out there training just as hard, still thinking you’re the one who left because you hated him.
The wind smells of cherry blossoms and smoke. Wano. The land of swords, of honor, and now, of trouble.
Your reputation precedes you. Everywhere you go, people whisper: “That’s one of the Worst Generation… don’t cross her. She can summon demons.”
You enjoy the fear. It’s been a long time since you were the small, scrappy kid training with Zoro. Now, you are power, danger, and mystery.
And yet… as you walk through the crowded streets of the capital, your eyes catch a familiar green head of hair.
Zoro.
He’s taller now. Stronger. His swords gleam in the sunlight. And just like old times, his eyes lock on yours. Only this time, there’s no warmth. No smile.
“Of all the islands…” you mutter under your breath.
“Of all the pirates…” he growls.
You meet in an alley. The moment stretches, tension thick enough to cut with a blade.
“You’ve gotten… loud” Zoro says, tilting his head, hand on his sword.
“Funny,” you reply, twirling your blade, “I was going to say the same about you.”
“You’re… still cocky” he says, frowning.
“And you’re still annoying.”
Neither of you smile. Neither lowers their sword.
Later on, the chaos of Wano pulls you in. Law and Luffy approach you.
“We need your help,” Law says, serious “Kaido isn’t going down without all of us working together.”
You fold your arms “And why would I help the Strawhats? Or the surgeon with the hat?”
Luffy grins, his usual annoying enthusiasm radiating “’Cause you’re strong! And it’ll be fun!”
You raise an eyebrow “I’ll help… but I don’t join anyone’s crew. Clear?”
Both men nod. Fine. Temporary alliance. That’s all.
Late at night, your cabin is quiet. The demon stirs beside you, shadows curling around the floor.
Your demon manifests as something humanoid but unmistakably otherworldly, caught between beauty and fear, the visual embodiment of temptation wrapped in a curse.
His hair is long, glossy, and black as spilled ink, but with drifting red strands that move as if alive.
He even has wings, but they’re not constant, they appear only when he manifests them, and when he does it, they’re translucent, with shadowy veins, almost like wings sculpted from nightmare fog. Instead of feathers, they disperse into drifting black particles if touched.
“You summoned me,” he purrs. His voice is silk and smooth, velvety, slightly echoing… the kind of voice that sounds like a whisper even when spoken aloud “What is it you want?”
“I need information” you say, leaning against the wall “Zoro. I need to know… his weakness.”
The demon chuckles “Ah… the swordsman with the green hair. You wish to enter the battlefield prepared.”
“Yes. If he hates me so much I need something to use to protect me. I want to know what hurts him, what breaks him. But subtle. I can’t just ask him.”
“Hmm…” He swirls around the room, the air thickening “Dreams are my playground. I can enter his dreams, but…”
“But?”
“I can enter his dreams as his strongest desire… or hatred. But I can’t see myself in his dreams.”
You nod “We can still find something about him…”
The demon smirks, cutting you off “Ah… someone he loves most. Or hates the most. The strongest feelings always leak the truth.”
You hesitate, thinking back. Zoro… always so stoic, but there’s someone. Someone he… wants to love or to kill.
“Do it.” you say finally.
The next morning, the demon reports. He speaks in a low, almost teasing voice.
“He dreams… of someone he loves” the demon says, voice curling around your mind like smoke “In his dreams… the moments are intimate.”
You blink “Intimate? How?”
The demon grins “Let’s just say… he’s vulnerable. Also, I have to say he’s really good at it. I almost lost the focus of my mission at some point.”
You look at him disgusted “You… you had sex with him in his dreams?”
The demon leans closer, smirking “It’s not my fault he has these desires. Anyway, I expect a favor later. I always do. You will owe me, summoner.”
You grit your teeth “Fine. But you haven’t found his weak point yet.”
The demon whispers, “The person he desires most is the key for it. I’ll find out.”
Later, during training with the alliance, Zoro sparring across from you, the tension is unbearable.
“You’re… stronger than I thought” he mutters after parrying one of your attacks.
“You’re… slower than I remembered” you reply, smirking.
Neither of you smile. Both of you are frustrated, distracted, still thinking you hate each other.
And yet, the demon’s whispers echo faintly in your mind: He is weak where he loves. He is vulnerable where he can’t admit it.
That night, while Zoro sleeps somewhere far away, the demon slips into his dream.
In the dream, Zoro’s face is tense, his muscles are taut, yet there’s a softness in his eyes. The demon gets closer to his face, voice low, teasing, while the whole room they’re in is full of heat.
“Tell my name…” he whispers in his ear, in the sexiest way possible “Call me by my name now.”
Zoro hesitates, then he thrusts and moans softly, the word barely leaving his lips “…Y/N…”
The demon freezes mid-motion, eyes widening. A slow smirk spreads across his face.
“Interesting…” he mutters. So the summoner of the demon… is the one he desires most.
After it, the demon vanishes from the dream. He returns to you, leaning against the wall as if nothing happened.
“You done?” you ask, eyes narrowing.
“Mm” he hums lazily, letting the shadows curl around him “Yeah. But… nothing to report. Didn’t see anything useful. His dreams are always the same.”
You frown “Really? That’s it? He just has sex all the time, everytime?”
He shrugs, smirking “He sees me as someone he truly wants to love… He’s good at it, by the way.”
You scowl, feeling frustration “You love teasing me.”
“Teasing keeps life interesting, little summoner” he says with a wink.
And somewhere, in Wano, Zoro sleeps unaware that his secret, softest desire has been observed and cataloged by your demon.
The night before the war, Wano is quiet. The calm before the storm. You sit cross-legged in your cabin, the demon lounging across from you, his shadow curling along the walls like smoke.
“I’m going in again tonight” he purrs, voice low, teasing.
You raise an eyebrow “And what are you planning?”
“Oh, subtlety is boring” he says with a lazy grin “I want him to remember this… to feel it. Desire is a weapon, summoner. I have to use it wisely.”
You rest your chin on your hand, watching him “I feel like you just want to go have sex with him. Just… don't hurt him. I only need information.”
He smirks, his eyes glowing faintly “Relax. I’m very careful… sometimes.”
That night, the demon slips into Zoro’s dreams again. The dream is vivid, intimate, and dangerous. He’s tense, muscles tight, eyes closed, caught between longing and confusion. The demon’s shadow moves around him, teasing, touching..
The demon leans closer, whispering “The night the war ends… come find me when everyone is asleep.”
Zoro’s eye flutter, caught in desire and confusion “…Y/N…” he breathes again.
Satisfied, the demon lets out a final moan and withdraws from the dream, melting into shadows.
The next day, chaos erupts. The Wano war begins. You fight with Law, Luffy, and the alliance, your blades flashing, your devil fruit powers rippling through the battlefield. You don’t keep track of everyone, only your own path. Only that Zoro is always there, somewhere, every swing of his swords echoing in your mind.
Luffy lands the finishing blow. Kaido falls. The war is over.
Celebration follows. Fireworks light the sky, lanterns bob along the streets. Pirates laugh, shout, and drink. You weave through the crowd with Law and Luffy, laughing and teasing, stealing glances at Zoro whenever possible.
He leans against a crate, swords at his side, watching the chaos. You notice he keeps looking at you. Again and again. Each time, his cheeks flush faintly.
You mutter under your breath “Is he… drunk?”
He glares, looks away, then looks back. Every glance feels like a challenge, a silent question neither of you dares to voice.
Around you, other pirates tease and joke, pushing drinks your way. You laugh along, but your attention drifts back to him. His jaw tightens when a rowdy pirate accidentally bumps into you. He doesn’t say anything, just watches… protective, angry, flustered.
You can’t tell if it’s pride, or something else, but the tension hums in the air between you.
But then you see Hiyori approaching him, with her elegant and flirty posture. She whispers something to him, something you can't hear and he suddenly looks flustered.
This lightens up something in your mind, “Is Hiyori the one in his dreams? Is she his weak point?”
As you watch them chat, you feel something heavy in your chest and decide to leave.
Back in your cabin, the demon waits on your bed.
“I found out who Zoro is dreaming about.” he says, voice low, teasing “But before I tell you, I want my reward.”
You roll your eyes, stepping closer.
He smirks, lounging lazily.
You climb onto the bed, straddling him, letting the shadows curl around you.
“I know it's Hiyori… but good job.” you murmur, while removing your shirt and pressing closer to him, teasing.
The demon chuckles, low and satisfied, hands brushing along your sides “Always… so bold, little summoner.”
You grin, leaning back slightly as he removes your bra “I know what you want… and you know I don’t mind”
He leans forward, whispering against your ear, “And I’ll make sure you'll love it…”
As soon as all your clothes are on the floor, he leans in, brushing his lips lightly against yours in a teasing, electric kiss. Your heart races, and the warmth between you feels like fire, almost too much to bear.
Then, just as your pulse spikes, he pulls back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. From the folds of shadow, he produces a small cloth, holding it up between his fingers.
“What about this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
He smirks, leaning closer again, voice low and teasing “I’d like to try something new tonight. Something… different.”
Curiosity pricks at you. The war is over. The night is yours. You nod slowly, letting him take the lead “Alright… show me.”
The demon drapes the cloth over your eyes, the world going black except for the feeling of his presence, the heat of him nearby. Every sound now feels amplified. You feel every movement he makes, every subtle brush of his hand, every shift of his weight.
“You trust me, summoner?” he murmurs.
“Always” you reply, voice steady even as your heart races.
He chuckles softly, close enough for you to feel it against your skin “Good. Because tonight… we explore the power of the unseen. Every sense is sharper. Every touch… intensified.”
You can’t see him clearly, but you feel the heat, the intensity, the thrill of surrendering to his playful dominance.
He laughs softly, leaning closer, his presence overwhelming.
He starts sucking your nipples, meanwhile you feel his hands moving from your hips to your legs, pushing the open.
He keeps kissing your body and suddenly he pushes two fingers inside you. You jump at the sudden feeling and a moan escapes your mouth.
You can’t see his face but you can feel his big, satisfied, smirk.
As he removes his fingers, he puts his member in right away, moving fast.
Suddenly, a faint noise at the door interrupts the moment. You stiffen, glancing toward the sound even if you can’t see.
“What happened?” you ask, heart skipping.
The demon doesn’t answer, he just keeps thrusting into you. As you go to remove your blindfold he doesn’t stop and so you can't stop your moaning.
As you try to adapt your eyes to the light, you see his big smirk. He goes faster, making you moan harder.
Then you hear a familiar voice call softly, “…Y/N?”
You freeze. Your chest tightens as you turn and see Zoro standing in the doorway, eye wide with surprise, hand on his sword as if he's ready to attack.
The demon doesn’t stop. Instead, he smirks, letting the tension hang heavy in the air. You feel a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment, your heart racing, your pulse thundering, your mind flustered with Zoro’s unexpected presence.
Zoro doesn’t advance. He just watches, unsure, tense, and clearly shocked.
The demon chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming “Seems we have company” he says, voice teasing “Don’t worry… it’s still your night, summoner.”
You take a deep breath, adjusting to the situation, feeling your emotions whirl… attraction, embarrassment, excitement, and the thrill of having Zoro watch you while the demon fucks you and smirks knowingly.
Zoro finally takes a step back, lowering his hand from his sword slightly, though his gaze never leaves you. The tension in the room is unbearable, a tangled web of desire, rivalry, and curiosity that neither of you knows how to untangle yet.
The demon finally comes and you moan loudly one last time, exhausted.
Then he leaves you laying on the bed and faces Zoro. He snaps his fingers and suddenly the door behind the swordsman closes.
The demon now stands before Zoro, smirking like he owns the world.
“We finally meet outside your… interesting dreams, green head.” he teases, his voice dripping with amusement.
You’re laying on the bed, exhausted, barely able to move or speak.
Zoro’s eye widen, and he finally breaks the silence “Y/N… what the hell is going on?”
The demon chuckles and answers for you “You know about her powers, swordsman. Making it short, I was the one in your dreams lately, not… her. Surprising, huh?“
Zoro blinks “…So… you made me come here to… watch?”
The demon smirks, clearly proud “I didn’t know you'd follow an order from a dream. But yeah… I’m giving you what you dream of. Why don’t you… step closer and see for yourself? Make your dreams come true.”
Zoro doesn’t answer. His steps are slow but deliberate. He stops in front of you, hand brushing softly against your cheek while his other hand rests on his sword, ready to act if needed.
“Y/N… are you okay?” His voice is low, serious.
You nod, catching your breath.
Suddenly, the demon appears behind you, leaning close in that familiar, mischievous way, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a playful, protective hold. You’re facing Zoro, tension radiating from both sides.
Zoro freezes at the sight but doesn’t step back. The air is thick with unspoken words, and the demon leans even closer, tilting your chin toward Zoro, as if he's offering your face to him.
“Why don’t you… kiss her?” the demon murmurs, smirk still in place.
“Why don’t you leave?” Zoro mutters, still tense, his hand steady on his sword.
You take a deep breath, voice soft but firm “Zoro… I know I’m not Hiyori, but… can you just… kiss me now? Please.”
Zoro blinks, confusion flickering across his face “Hiyori? Why would you—”
“Clueless summoner of mine” the demon interrupts, a teasing glint in his eyes “He was dreaming about you, not her.”
Zoro freezes, the color rising in his cheeks. The air crackles with tension… rivalries, past misunderstandings, and years of unspoken feelings all colliding in one moment.
You stay quiet, heart pounding, waiting for him to finally act on what’s been brewing between you for years.
Zoro takes a deep breath, his eye searching yours. He steps closer, and for the first time in years, the distance between you disappears.
Then, slowly, carefully, he leans in and kisses you. Soft, tentative, but full of the weight of everything left unsaid.
Your heart races. Time seems to slow.
The demon leans back slightly, smirking, clearly enjoying the sight “Finally,” he murmurs, voice full of amusement “Look at you two. The long-awaited moment.”
You and Zoro don't stop kissing.
The demon chuckles, still behind you “Careful… I’m still here, watching. Don’t get too comfortable without me.”
The demon licks his lips as his hand trails across your inner thighs and starts playing around your clit, making you moan during the kiss.
You and Zoro stop and he drifts his eye to what caused the moan. You watch Zoro in front of you and your eyes shift to his body and you cannot notice his hard bulge under his clothes.
Then you find his gaze and you see him blushing, maybe from embarrassment, or maybe from hotness.
You put your hand over his belt trying to push him closer.
“Are you sure Y/N?” Zoro asks you softly.
You nod and he steps closer. You unzip his pants and let them fall. He steps out of them and now the three of you are completely naked.
Zoro’s dick is fully erect, hard and hot. Precum at the tip, dripping down.
Your finger traces up the side of his cock and swirls around the tip, light enough to be felt. You wrap your hand around his cock and start stroking. Then you get closer with your face and now your tongue is on his tip as your hand keeps moving.
A “Fuck” escapes his lips when he takes a step back, freeing himself from your grip and beding over to kiss you again. But this time it's less soft and more hungry.
He softly pushes you to lay down on the bed as he gets on top of you without breaking the kiss.
Suddenly the demon appears beside the window, reminding you that he was still there. Then he smirks and says “Seems like my job is done here for today. I'll leave you two to your things. Have fun!” And he disappears.
You and Zoro don't even care. You just go back to kissing and then he starts kissing lower and lower. First your neck, then your collarbones, your nipples, your stomach and your belly. To end up kissing in between your legs.
You slip your finger in between his hair, gripping on it as he plays with his tongue.
You moan and moan and moan. Until he comes back up and you put your arms around his neck and kiss him.
You can feel his tip touching your clit, teasing you and himself. Then he thrusts deeply, inside you. His groans sound like music to your ears “...Y/N~”
It's so good that you start moaning along with him, following his rhythm.
“Why did you leave that day?” He suddenly asks.
You widen your eyes by the sudden question and answer, in a hissed whisper “You hated me… I had no reason to stay.”
“Hate you? Y/N… I had the biggest crush on you.” he says, words coming out with every rock of his hips.
“B—but after I defeated you… you started ah— you started avoiding me” you say moaning in the middle.
His tempo is slower, softer, as you both have the conversation you avoided for years.
He groans and says “Because I… I realised I loved you. Then I thought… you hated me because you found out… about it.”
You grip the sheets under you with all your strength. He notices and so he slides his hand over yours and intertwines your fingers, as to relax you.
“So… this is just a big… misunderstanding…” you say looking at his eye.
With his other hand he pushes your leg closer to him and increases the force and speed of his thrusts.
“You’re so beautiful Y/N…”
He cups your cheek and eagerly kisses you. Your tongues twisting together making it hard to breathe and moan at the same time.
“I love you so much…” you say against his mouth, not pulling back enough to actually stop kissing “I’m… so happy right now…”
He smiles softly. You’re so happy that what started with just lust, ended up as something so soft and beautiful.
“I’m about to —” he warns, rhythm getting ragged, desperate. Sweat drips from his forehead onto your chest. The bed frame creaks ominously with each thrust.
You nod frantically, words lost to the feeling of him so hot inside you.
You come while calling his name in a way so soft that he can barely hear it. Your back arching while the orgasm slams through, every muscle locking up as pleasure blurries your vision.Your orgasm and pleasure reflect back, maybe even amplified. His hips grind deep as he spills inside you, calling your name back, in a soft but hungry way.
When he finally stops moving, he doesn't pull out. He just plops on you, without putting his weight on you.
“Please don’t leave.” he mumbles softly into your ear “Just… Please. I need to know that this is real, that this is not another dream."
You move enough so that you are now face to face, and you cup his cheek with your hand softly, feeling him shiver at the gentle touch after all that intensity “This is not a dream, Zoro…”
He leaves a fast but soft kiss on your lips and then he stands to pull out. He does it slowly, as if he doesn’t want to hurt you, or as if he’s trying to delight the moment.
Then he collapses on the bed, beside you.
You turn your body to the side, and see him already gazing at you. His eye softly traces all over your face.
The room is quiet now, save for the slow rhythm of your breathing and the distant hum of the city, half still celebrating and half sleeping. Zoro’s hand finds its way towards your face as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your cheek.
You take a moment before finally speaking “Zoro… I’m sorry for all I did. About the demon, the dreams and all. I’m… truly sorry.”
“Wait.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he stands and goes into the bathroom.
After a minute he returns with a warm cloth in hand and a look in his eyes that makes your throat tighten.
“Let me take care of you, okay?” he whispers, and the tenderness of his voice and his action makes your eyes all teary.
He sits on the edge of the bed, gently pressing the warm cloth against your skin. The heat seeps into your tired muscles, easing away the tension.
Zoro murmurs, his eye soft and focused on you “No need to apologize to me..”
You swallow, blinking back your tears “I didn’t want to hurt you… I never wanted to hurt you.”
He shakes his head slowly, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips “You didn’t. I… I just… I was stupid, hiding from you. I shouldn’t have avoided you all those years.”
The honesty in his voice makes your chest tighten. You reach out, letting your hand rest over his “Neither should I have assumed you hated me and acted like I hated you back.” you whisper.
Zoro leans closer, brushing the warm cloth along your cheek. His thumb lingers near your temple, gentle, careful “We… we’ve both made mistakes” he murmurs “But… we’re here now. That’s what matters.”
You nod, tears finally spilling over, but they feel good “I just… I want to be with you. Not fighting, not teasing, not hiding… just us.”
His gaze softens further, holding you in the quiet aftermath “Me too” he says simply.
You lean against him, feeling the warmth, the weight of everything you both endured, and the gentle, unspoken promise that this… whatever this is between you… will finally have a chance to grow.
The demon suddenly appears again nearby, still smirking but surprisingly quiet, letting the two of you have this moment. He whispers softly from the shadows, “Finally… progress. About time.”
You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. Even in his teasing, there’s comfort… a strange, chaotic sort of support “Oi, don’t think I’ll forgive what you planned and did!” you say at him.
Zoro shifts slightly, pressing a careful, soft kiss to your temple “Rest now, Y/N” he murmurs.
And for the first time in years, you feel truly safe, finally letting go of the tension, the rivalry, and the fear.
The next day, the city of Wano is slowly settling after the celebrations. Lanterns hang along the streets, fireworks fading into memory, and the air is warm with the aftermath of victory.
You and Zoro walk side by side through the quiet streets, shoulders brushing occasionally. Neither of you speaks at first, just enjoying the rare calm after years apart.
“You know,” you finally say, nudging him lightly, “I never thought we’d get a moment like this.”
Zoro glances at you, lips twitching as if fighting a smile “Neither did I. Feels… weirdly normal.”
You laugh softly “Weirdly normal? That’s probably the nicest thing I’ve heard from you.” you tease.
He grunts in acknowledgment, but his eyes soften “You… still owe me a rematch. And I’m not going easy.”
You smirk and nod “As if I’d ask you to go easy on me… Especially after last night?”
He smirks at that. It’s strange, comforting, and familiar all at once.
Later that evening, you sit with the demon on the edge of the roof, looking out at the city lights. His shadow flickers.
“You know,” he murmurs, voice silky, “I could nudge things along if I wanted. Make life more… interesting.”
You glance at him, rolling your eyes “Oi. Don’t even think about it. I’ll handle this one myself.”
He smirks, tilting his head “Of course, little summoner. But remember… I do enjoy a good game.”
The next day, Zoro finds you practicing alone with your swords in a quiet courtyard. He stops a few meters away, watching silently for a moment before speaking.
“Mind if I join?” he asks. His voice is casual, but there’s a warmth there you haven’t heard in a long time.
You hesitate, then grin “You sure you can keep up?”
He narrows his eyes “Don’t underestimate me.”
And so, you spar. Blades clash, sparks flying, and the rhythm is familiar… teasing, competitive, but softer than before. Neither of you fights to win, exactly. It’s more about being together, rediscovering each other in a way that words can’t capture.
The demon appears again, lounging lazily nearby, this time unseen by Zoro.
“Look at them,” he murmurs, voice dripping amusement “So obvious. The heart, the longing… pathetic, really. But cute.”
You glance at him from the corner of your eye “Stop it. I can see and hear you, you know.”
“Just observing,” he replies smoothly, “Consider it… educational. For both of you.”
You roll your eyes again but can’t hide your smile. Somehow, his chaotic presence makes everything feel… lighter.
That evening, Zoro sits beside you quietly, sharing a meal on the deck of your ship. His shoulder brushes yours occasionally, subtle touches that neither of you comment on.
“You’ve gotten even stronger.” he says suddenly, eyes serious, looking at you.
You swallow, heart fluttering slightly “So have you. Always have been.”
He smirks faintly, and the air feels warmer “I’m glad… we’re here now. Together.”
You nod, leaning just a little closer. The demon watches from the shadows, smirking, whispering softly to himself “Finally… progress. They started big and now move little by little. Aaaah humans…”
The sun is bright over Wano as the celebration winds down. You and Zoro walk side by side all the time, shoulders brushing, hands bumping, and everyone around starts noticing.
“Oi, look at them.” one of the Strawhats whispers “They’re acting like a couple!”
Another giggles “Finally! They were stealing glances during a war!”
You smirk, leaning slightly into Zoro’s shoulder. He scowls faintly but doesn’t pull away, and the corner of his lips betrays a small, rare smile.
“Are you really this annoying in public?” he mutters quietly.
“You love it.” you reply softly.
Soon, the time to leave Wano comes. Pirates gather their things, and you’re standing at the dock, your demon visible this time, towering behind you.
“Oi! I want you to come with me!” Luffy suddenly calls, bounding up with his usual grin.
You glare at him, hands on your hips “Oi, before the alliance, I told you I wouldn’t join any crew.”
Luffy’s smile falters “But… we’re friends! You’d be perfect! And Zoro—”
Zoro steps closer, placing a hand on your arm. His voice is low, soft and it hits you differently than Luffy’s bluster.
“Y/N…”
The single word, barely above a whisper, makes your shoulders relax, your heart softens. You sigh, finally giving in “Fine.”
As you start walking forward, walking past Luffy and the rest of the crew, now on the Sunny, the sun glints off your hair, and you move like you own the place. The demon follows closely behind, balancing the impossibly tall stack of your belongings with a smirk, clearly enjoying the chaos you're creating.
“Oi! That’s ridiculous!” one of Zoro’s crew complains as the demon nearly crushes a barrel in passing.
Zoro shakes his head, his usual stoic expression mixing with amusement “Ignore them. You know how they are.”
Another crew member grumbles, “She’s terrifying… but kind of cool.”
You glance back at Zoro, teasing “You see? They’re learning to appreciate me already.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t contradict you. His hand brushes yours ever so slightly, and you squeeze it back, the bond between you silently stronger than words.
The scene closes with you walking toward the next adventure, the sun at your back, Zoro at your side, and your demon trailing behind like a chaotic shadow. The crew grumbles, laughs, and whispers, but one thing is clear: wherever you go, you leave an impression. And for once, it’s a good one.
Epilogue
Night falls gently over the Thousand Sunny. The sea glimmers under the moonlight, the ship rocking softly as laughter fades from the deck above.
In your cabin, everything is quiet except for the sound of waves brushing against the hull. You and Zoro sit close together on the edge of the bed, the low lantern light painting his skin in warm gold.
His hand slides to your cheek, rough fingers tracing your jaw as he leans in. The kiss is slow at first, then deeper, hungrier… the kind that says we made it through everything.
Then, of course, a familiar voice breaks the silence.
“Ah… how touching” the demon drawls, materializing in the corner of the room with that ever-present smirk.
Zoro groans immediately, head dropping against your shoulder “Ugh. Why does he have to ruin the mood every single time?”
The demon laughs, crossing his arms proudly “Be grateful, swordsman. It’s thanks to me that you two idiots finally got together.”
Zoro turns back to you, exasperated but still close enough that his breath brushes your skin “Can’t you keep him away?”
You smile at how annoyed he looks, brushing your thumb along his jaw “I wish. I can only control him under certain circumstances. And even then, he always finds a way to make me… pay for it.”
Zoro stiffens slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you “Do you… still do these… things… with him?”
Before you can answer, the demon smirks even harder and nods proudly, clearly enjoying himself.
Zoro freezes, jaw tightening.
You grab the nearest pillow and throw it straight at the demon. It passes through his shadowy form, of course, but it makes you feel better.
“I don’t, and I won’t,” you say firmly “Not anymore. I promise.”
You turn your gaze on the demon, voice sharp “Now leave.”
He gives you a mock bow, eyes glinting like embers “Fine, fine. But don’t think I’ll let you go so easily.” He turns to Zoro with a grin “Remember, swordsman… I know my way into your dreams.”
Zoro instantly stands, hand on his sword, glaring daggers at him.
You laugh, reaching out to calm him “Don’t worry. He can’t do anything like that without me consenting to it.”
Zoro relaxes a little, sighing as he sits back down in front of you. His eye soften again, the earlier irritation melting away.
“Good” he murmurs, leaning in close once more “I don’t plan on sharing you with anyone — demon or not.”
You smile, feeling warmth bloom in your chest as he kisses you again, this time slow and tender, a promise instead of a battle.
The demon’s laughter echoes faintly as he fades from the room, leaving only the two of you, the steady rocking of the Sunny, and the quiet comfort of finally finding peace — together.
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: Zoro catches you cleaning and talking to his swords when you think he's not watching and his heart skips a beat. But, he's not the only one who likes it. One of his swords- his cursed blade- is becoming a bit more fond of you than it ought to be.
CW: None
Word Count: 1.1k
Part Two: Unsheathed
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“…well, you know how he is- always getting up to something.” Hushed and low, Zoro could hear your voice pull him out of deep slumber. Before he even opens his eye, he lets your presence settle over his aching body. “I don’t have to tell you how stubborn he is.” Not feeling the presence of anyone else, he frowns- cracking his eye to see who you're talking to.
Zoro’s heart skips more than a single beat. “I just worry about him,” you speak gently down to your lap, Wado Ichimonj in your hands as you gently wipe it clean. Eyes squinting as you lift the blade tenderly to check your work. “So I need you to keep taking good care of him, okay?” Satisfied, you cautiously slide it home in the sheath, fingers soothing over it. “There, feel better?”
Staying quiet, unwilling to interrupt the moment, Zoro simply watches. “And you,” you sigh, pulling Kitetsu into your lap, “your turn, troublemaker.” Your finger taps pointedly against the sheath, “behave now, please.” Zoro swears he can hear a hum just beneath the ring as you pull the blade.
That was the first time you ever cleaned his swords for him. Though, it wasn’t the first time he’d entrusted them to your care. He had explained it to you before and you watched him do it so many times, you were confident you could. At least well enough until Zoro woke up. He’d overexerted himself in that last fight and had been in unconscious recovery, but it snagged your heart to leave his blades waiting and filthy. So you took matters into your own hands, hoping Zoro wouldn’t be too bothered by it- given the circumstances.
But, Zoro was bothered. Watching you tend his swords- tend to the extensions of himself that exist beyond his own body. More than that, you spoke to them and the words reached out and settled in his own soul. His heart felt so full he thought it might burst through the cage of his ribs.
Zoro was beautifully, painfully, wonderfully- bothered.
Time passed and he recovered and the days were easy on the Sunny. When it came time to tend his blades again, he wanted you to do it- wanted to watch the way you interact with them. But, he wasn’t sure how to ask that of you or how to explain the way it makes him feel. While he’d thanked you for taking care of them that day, he hadn’t let you know he’d been awake and silently observing.
Zoro sat down next to you on the deck where you leaned against the rail, sipping a drink Sanji had made for you while serving as the official judge to Luffy and Usopp’s fishing competition. Turning, you give him a bright smile- the way you always do, “Zoro!”
“Hey,” he answers, a slight blush to the tips of his ears he blames on the sun. “Will you hold this?”
Sitting down your drink, you smooth your hands down the thin linen of your flowing dress. “Oh, sure!” Zoro watches you take Wado into your arms, resting it gently across your body and just the sight of it nearly steals his breath. Absentmindedly, your fingers pet over the sheath as you turn to give the fishermen this round’s ruling.
Zoro places the cleaning kit on the ground between you- his grip on Kitetsu far more firm than yours had been. Enma patiently waits on his other side, always last in line and quite fine with that arrangement.
When Zoro goes to unsheathe Kitetsu, his expression immediately turns, eye glaring down at the sword. The blade gives him some resistance, not so easily allowing itself to be drawn. It’s not terribly unusual for his cursed blade to test him, but that typically manifested in its bloodlust. This felt different- more stubborn, more petty.
Zoro tugged pointedly at the sheath again, willing it to loosen. With his strength he could force it, but that would ultimately get him nowhere- a lesson he’s learned well over the years. Letting a bit of his own power seep through his palms, he issues a silent warning to the cursed sword, willing it to submit.
As if you could sense the struggle, you turn your attention to Zoro, noting his stern expression. “Uh oh,” you sigh, leaning over his lap and joining in attention. Zoro’s brow twitches when he feels a shift in the sword as you look down at it. “Someone’s being a troublemaker,” it thrums in his hand at the sound of your voice. “Like always, hm?” You tap the hilt, “what’s the matter?”
Zoro scoffs, “just being stubborn,” he answers for it. “Cabin fever, probably,” he mutters. It’s been a while since the ship has stopped anywhere and Kitetsu could get antsy when it hasn’t cut anything in a while.
“Not for much longer,” you promise. “Nami says we’ll hit an island in the next couple days.” Pointedly, you tap the hilt again, “you want to be ready for it, don’t you?”
Kitetsu hums a little in his hands and releases only a little bit of its length. Zoro’s brow furrows, his head tilting as he notes the feeling- something unusual from his most troublesome sword. It feels… playful. But, not for him. And not violently in the way it sometimes would.
Zoro’s not sure if you can feel it, but your fingers wrap around the hilt, “Kitetsu~” you coo, stroking over its ridges. “Won’t you please be good?” even Zoro blushes at the way your hand drags all the way to the tsuba, thumb tracing the golden metal. “Just for a little bit- for me?”
The sheath shoots off in one quick motion and your smile delights at Zoro, a little laugh on your lips. “I think he’s learning manners, try asking him nicely next time.”
Your eyes flit back down, voice lilting, “thank you, Kitetsu~” you give a grateful squeeze around the hilt and it jolts through Zoro as if your hand had wrapped around his own body. Kitetsu downright purrs, the vibration of it, curling up Zoro’s arms.
Only when you pull away and settle back into your spot does it stop. A sharper, more dissatisfied buzzing spreading through his fingers. Zoro’s eye flits between you and Kitetsu.
Oh, he realizes, this is going to be a problem.
He tightens a more unforgiving grip around the sword, quietly cleaning it himself. When he finishes and takes Wado from your hands, he doesn't give you Kitetsu- instead, laying it on the ground to his other side, separated from you.
Menacingly, it’s aura lashes out at him. Zoro glares down in reprimand, suffocating Kitetsu with his own haki- driving precisely into the blade until it quiets.
Yeah, he sighs, eye sliding over to your shining figure next him- laughing in the sunshine, so oblivious of the war waging for dominance right beside you.
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: Zoro has no idea how to explain to you that his sword has feelings for you. At least, not without explaining that he himself has feelings for you. He's opted instead for keeping Kitetsu separated from you- a decision the cursed blade is not happy about. When Zoro falls asleep, it finds a way to call to you- and get back in your hands again.
CW: Minor Mentions of Violence- nothing detailed
Word Count: 1.8k
Part One: Swords & Sweethearts
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Zoro had been right.
Kitetsu began to cause problems. Well, more problems than usual.
Kitetsu had always been a ‘troublemaker’- as you liked to call it. Always trying to force his hand to fight. Always urging him to make the deeper cuts. Always insatiable for blood and carnage. It was considered cursed for a reason and every day it has proven itself worthy of the title.
Zoro had succeeded subjugating Kitetsu through all the time he’s spent training and fighting with it these past couple years- proving to the blade there was no one better than him to satiate its thirst. But, this is an entirely new kind of trouble that Zoro still wasn’t sure how to get a handle on.
For some unfathomable reason, the cursed sword has become quite attached to- and protective of- you.
Constantly, it is responding to you- to your voice, your presence. Kitetsu had always been his most active blade. But, over the past few weeks it has become far more… lively. And far more demanding.
When Zoro is separated from you, he can feel Kitetsu trying to force him towards your direction. It gets agitated when you’re not nearby and downright territorial when your attention is stolen away by any random stranger that feels entitled to it. Particularly, other men.
Zoro hasn’t exactly figured out why a sword would bother with that sort of distinction, but it probably has something to do with the jealousy that sometimes simmers in his own gut at the sight of it.
Because the most difficult part of navigating this new problem is separating his own feelings from Kitetsu’s. When it comes to you, he’s not entirely sure where his own urges end and Kitetsu’s begins. Or if they’re one and the same. Which, he realizes, is quite a real possibility.
Zoro has always recognized his blades as an extension of himself. While they have their own spirits, his is also irrevocably twined into each of them. And it seems the piece of him that has been so long carrying that torch for you burns particularly bright in Kitetsu. Which, the cursed blade seems to have greedily subsumed into itself.
Though, honestly, he can’t truly say for certain. It wasn’t something he exactly expected or something he’d ever learned about. Not from his first master, not from the old sword smith of his dojo, and not from Mihawk- who more intimately understood the relationship between swordsman and sword than anyone else he’d ever met.
Regardless, it doesn’t particularly matter why or how. He just needs to figure out how to deal with it now. Before it gets further out of hand than it already has. Zoro hasn’t told you about it- he’s not quite sure how to explain that his sword has feelings for you. Especially without explaining that he himself has feelings for you. He’s been keeping Kitetsu out of your reach as much as possible, thinking the distance would force it to stand down, but it seems to have had the exact opposite effect.
Kitetsu fights him at nearly every turn, expressing its dissatisfaction any way it possibly can. A few times it’s managed to lash out enough to catch your attention- a confused little frown as you watch it rattle in its own sheath, calling out to you. “Everything okay?” you asked, but Zoro just held Kitetsu in a vice grip and gritted out that everything was fine.
When he fights, if you’re present, Kitetsu is extremely compliant. Lending all its strength to Zoro and yielding eagerly to his wield. Working with Zoro to make every cut flawless and true- completely obliterating any threat in your vicinity.
After he defended you from a monstrous reptile on some unnamed island you hugged Zoro and he thought he would shoot straight into the moon. When you turned to the sword in his hand with a, “thank you too, Kitetsu!” the blade lit up with your praise. That was when it clicked for Zoro that it was showing off for you.
That was when it clicked that maybe he was too.
When he fights, if you’re not present, Kitetsu becomes extremely irate. Viciously bloodthirsty, lending itself to rending anything in its path until its done. Completely impatient to get back to you. Just like Zoro himself.
If Zoro intercepts a moment it seems Kitetsu might actually gain some of your attention, it becomes murderous. Taking it out on Zoro through the following fights in which he’d wield it. Fighting him on every single cut. “You know,” he finally snapped, “if you get me killed you’re not going to get any closer to her. She’ll leave you on my grave and you’ll rust right along with me.” His grin sharpened as he held Kitetsu up to his face, “and when I crawl back out of hell, I’ll leave you there while I go off to find her.” After that, Kitetsu begrudgingly submitted. Still giving him trouble, but no longer trying to send him off to an early grave.
Zoro lounges in the shade of the tree on the main deck, back against the trunk, eye closed. Leaned over the railing of the second story, you watch the way the sun leaves golden patterns across his skin through the leaves- the breeze gently blowing his hair over his forehead. Your heart squeezes, the way it always does when you look at him.
Particularly, the way you look at him in secret stolen moments like this.
You had always found him handsome. Had always been drawn to him, had always admired him and liked the way you felt in his presence. Not that he knew that, you’d never been willing to put that kind of strain on your friendship. You didn’t think he was interested in you like that and you didn’t want to burden your relationship with that kind of confession. It would make life way too difficult as nakama and crew.
So you settle for moments like this instead. Drinking in what you can of him from a safer distance. Dropping your head to your arms, you sigh with the breeze, soft cotton skirt caressing your knees. In your mind, you imagine descending the stairs and taking the place next to him, dropping your head onto his shoulder instead and closing your eyes to nap with him in the sun.
The light flares and the glint of it reflects off his swords at his side. All three laid out next to him. You blink as the light reflects on the exposed silver gleam of a blade. Blinking away the shine, you look to see Kitetsu slipped a bit from his sheath, a few inches of him exposed to the salty air. You’ve learned enough from Zoro to know that’s no good- he must have fallen asleep before he realized it.
Knowing Zoro probably won’t wake up before dinner, you move from your position and slowly head down the stairs. Surely, it’d be no problem for you to fix it. Nestle Kitetsu right back into his proper home and leave them there to the peaceful afternoon.
Quietly, you drop to your knees on the soft grass under the shady tree. Slowly, you move, not wanting to wake Zoro from his needed rest. He worked hard- trained hard- you don’t want to disturb him.
As one hand wraps delicately around the sheath and the other around the hilt, you move to slide Kitetsu back in- when you suddenly still.
Fingers around the sword, there’s a strange- but pleasant- warmth that seeps through your fingers and trails up your arms. There’s a soft touch that moves against your skin that stutters your breath and pebbles your flesh. Like breeze given form, fingers whisper slowly over your hands and up your arms- following the spreading warmth that blooms across your cheeks.
“What are you doing?”
You gasp, eyes snapping up to see Zoro looking at you through his cracked eye, still lounging back lazily. Your blush deepens, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, “I- I was- just-“ your voice stutters embarrassedly. Realistically, you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong, you were just trying to help. But, your heart hammers in your chest regardless. A surprised little gasp falls from your lips when you feel the ghostly touch brush across your neck.
Zoro snaps awake, eye darting to Kitetsu in your hands, touching it again for the first time since that day on the deck. “Drop it,” he snaps.
You freeze at his harsh tone, “I’m sorry,” you respond instantly, fingers tightening instinctively around the sword. Zoro’s eye goes back to your face and he bites his tongue. It wasn’t you he meant to scold, but he can see in your eyes you took the brunt of it. “I was just…” your eyes go down to Kitetsu and you quiet for a moment- before shaking your head and breaking the spell you’ve slipped into. Quickly, you slide him home and place him quickly back onto the ground. “His sheath slipped,” you mutter your excuse, eyes downcast. “Sorry-”
“Why do you say that?” Zoro interjects, voice softening with curiosity.
“I saw it from the upper deck," you explain, “I know you said it’s important to keep the swords protected from the elements, so I thought I would fix it while you were asleep.” Your fingers clasp together in your lap, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched-“
Zoro sits up, leaning forward- his own heart sinking as he realizes he’s made you feel like you committed an offense against him. “No, that’s okay,” he assurers. “You’re right, it should have been completely sheathed,” he looks pointedly down at Kitetsu, knowing it had been before he dozed off. “I meant…” you look back up at him, his brows coming together, “why do you say ‘he’ ?” Confusions begins to slide over your face and you tilt your head. “You always call Kitetsu ‘he’ ,” Zoro presses, “why do you do that?”
Your lip snags between your teeth as you let the question sink in. “I…” that adorable little crease forms between your eyes, “I don’t know.” You look down at the sword, head tilting, “I never really thought about it…”
Zoro simply grunts in response. “Thanks,” he says, eye not meeting yours, “for looking out… I appreciate it.” His words are stiffer than he wants them to be, but he hopes you can tell he means it.
You give him a small smile, “yeah, don’t mention it.” You rise from the grass, dusting off your skirt. Zoro’s heart skips a beat as it flutters around your hips, face heating as he looks up at you- so gorgeous standing over him. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your nap.” He can’t stop watching you even as you turn away from him. All the he wants to do in that moment is grab your hand and pull you down, curl you into himself and sleep with you pressed against his body.
But, instead he silently watches you walk across the deck, heart trailing after you.
There’s a rattle on the ground where Kitetsu shivers in his sheath- as if his was too.
Pairing: Rodo x Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro [No use of y/n]
Rodo? Road? I am actually not sure lol
Summary: You wake up with no memory, but a giant who names himself God and calls himself your friend informs you that you've been afflicted with a mysterious sickness. Luckily, it's curable! You just have to do exactly as he says so you can feel all better.
CW: Sex Pollen (A Drug Rodo Uses on You & Zoro), DubCon, Intoxication, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Temporary Amnesia, Stripped Down (Reader), Examination (Reader), Forced Orgasm (Reader), Voyeurism, Somnophilia (Reader on Zoro), Primal, Biting/Claiming, Creampie, Possessive Zoro,
DD:DNE Rodo is a creep and you are his favorite doll. He likes to play with his dolls by making them play with each other.
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: boldly gooning where no one has gooned before (I checked)
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Your vision swims and your eyes sting when you try to blink the world back into focus. Mind thick and foggy, every thought that tries to surface drowns in syrup in your skull.
Only a pathetic little sound manages to escape when you try to speak. But the sound seems to alert someone- there’s a shuffling of footsteps, though they pound so loud in your ears you feel the thump thump thump vibrating down into your bones.
“You’re awake, my dear.” The voice thunders so loud that you wince. “Oh, I’m sorry,” it ushers more softly. It’s still far too loud, but not quite so painful. “I was just excited” A shadow passes above you and you will yourself to focus on it, trying to cease the swirling in your vision long enough to figure out what you’re looking at.
A face hovers over you- a man. A very, very large man. A- “giant.” The word is wool in your mouth, voice slurring around the familiar shape of it… Familiar? The sense that you should know something sounds somewhere in the chasm of your mind.
“That’s right,” he says. “Do you… remember anything?”
You try. There’s images there in the haze, but they’re blurry silhouettes of color and muffled noise that you can’t quite make out. “Hey, that’s okay,” he assures you. “You don’t have to remember anything. I know everything about you.” His voice warbles a bit with the effort to keep it low. “Well, almost everything. I’m sure I’ll learn more now that you’re here. I’d like that.”
He knows everything about you? You stare at his face, and slowly he comes into focus- sharp features partially shrouded by long midnight blue hair. He stares back at you, patiently waiting for… something. Recognition, maybe? But the spark of it doesn’t come. The sight of him stirs no recollection, but there’s a strange buzzing in the recesses of your mind that flits through your fingers like a stubborn fly when you try to grab it.
But, if he knew everything about you… Wait… do you know everything about you? What are you doing here? Is he a- “friend?” the questions only coalesce into a single word, but you hope it’s enough to haul you out of the shroud you’re swathed in.
He leans forward, eyes lighting, “yes, that’s right- I am a friend. I’m a very very good friend.” You sigh, relieved. “You, uh… you got a little sick, so you may not remember much.” Head heavy, you nod your acknowledgment. “I’m helping you get better. So just trust me, okay? Everything I do is to make you all better.”
“Thank… you…” how nice to know you have a friend so willing to care for you. Surely, your memory of him will come back soon. “What’s your… name?” you ask, words coming marginally easier, the spinning slowing.
“You can call me God.”
The buzzing zips across your brain and you shake your head to rid yourself of it. “God…?”
God scoops you gently into the palm of his hand and you feel so small- so vulnerable- within his grasp. An arrow of fear pierces your chest with the thought that he could so easily crush you, but you try to blink it away. If he’s your friend, you’ve nothing to be scared of. He’s helping you, after all.
“Just relax, okay? I’m going to be really gentle, I promise.” The wind of his whisper passes over where you lay cupped in his hand. His other hand comes up and there’s a glint of metal between his fingers. Instinctively, you squirm, trying to move away from it. “Shh, hey hey- it’s okay, I promise. It’s just to help me cause my fingers are so big. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re friends, remember?” His words cascade through you, coaxing you to still for him.
Though your heart beats rapidly, you do. As he brings the metal closer to your body you begin to understand what it is. A tool for grabbing things too small for his giant hands, though it’s tip looks concerningly sharp.
There’s a distinctive clink as the tips come together, your shirt pinched between them. A little whimper passes your lips as the metal leeches cold into you. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this plenty of times.” Still, you hold your breath when he begins to pull and the riiiip of your shirt sounds loud in your ears.
When he’s torn it enough to slip away from you, he peels it off and discards it somewhere else. “Now, hold really still,” he brings the tip to hover over your chest and somewhere your mind thinks if he were to drop it, it would slice right through you. But, he keeps his gentle composure as be brings the point of it between your breasts. “Don’t move,” he issues again and- once again- you hold your breath. A shiver threatening to betray you when the very edge of the tool grazes your skin- not enough to scratch, just enough to feel.
Snap! the midsection of your bra snaps open, your breasts bouncing a little being so suddenly released. The band slides out from under you as he pulls it away and you let your breath escape with it. For a moment, he just stares down at your half naked body before making the tiniest movement of his hand, watching your breasts sway with the motion.
The air shifts around you when he pulls in a stuttering breath before moving again, bringing the sharp tool to the waistband of your pants. There’s a long sound of the thick fabric tearing slowly down each leg as he slices it away from you. Then, you’re left laying in his palm in nothing but your underwear, his breath dusting over your naked skin.
Only when he brings the tool back to claim your last scrap of modesty does the bell of clarity ring enough for you to recognize that something… doesn’t seem right. “Wait, why are you…?”
“I’m just… making sure you’re healing properly. I’m looking for signs of the sickness.”
“Oh,” that makes sense… doesn’t it? Even still… “do you have to take…?” Your hands rest over your low body, fingers grazing your underwear.
“I do,” he says. “I have to take all your clothes off- even your panties. I know it’s embarrassing, but you’ll just have to trust me,” he explains. “Spread your legs a little, it’ll make it easier.” Even through the haze of your sickness, you feel heat bloom over your skin as you part your knees for God. “Wider,” he orders and watches you open yourself up, legs spreading under his command. “Very good. Hold still, now.”
Heart hammering in your chest, he brings the tool between your legs- fear slicking through you when he pinches the seam at your inner thigh. Your hips lift off his palm a little before the fabric tears and drops you down again. “There,” he muses. “Now I can look at you properly.”
Your heart drops with the rush of sudden movement as you’re lifted higher, God bringing his hand closer to his face to examine you up close. This way and that, he turns you a little, “Can you move yet? Raise your arms over your head.” You wiggle your fingers and roll your wrists, working through the resistance as you bring your arms out above your head, laying stretched out in his palm. “Hmm…”
There’s a clinking sound as he reaches for something- another tool, though this one looks far less imposing. A long stick for his hold, but a tiny tapered tip maybe the width of your hand. It’s soft when he touches it to your stomach. “This will help me examine you- just relax.” You take a deep breath, the air coming easier now, and do as he says.
He drags the little tip across your stomach and then up over your chest. You gasp a little when it roams over your breasts, grazing over your nipples. He lets it linger there, pushing it around and lifting your breast. The more he does it, the more sensitive your body becomes- nipples peaking embarrassingly under his ministrations. “God… are you almost done?”
“Almost. The sickness can hide here sometimes, I just have to be thorough.” You try to close your eyes, but it only makes the feeling stronger. “Bring your knees up and spread your legs, I need to check there.”
Doing as he says, mortification settles heavy enough to cut away more of the fog in your brain. Enough so that you nearly have a thought- before God drags the tip of the tool between your legs, causing your whole body to jolt. It doesn’t hurt, the touch is soft and measured- practiced, even. But, the feeling of it sends a shock through your system that has been so deftly muted since you woke up in this strange place. “You are very responsive.”
“Is… is that good?” You genuinely can’t tell. He runs the tool through your slit again and your body shudders once more.
“Yeah,” his voice is thick, “it’s really good.” He leaves the tip of the tool pressed into your folds making minuscule fluctuations with his hand. Well, minuscule for him. But, for you, the soft tip of the tool circles steadily over your pussy, grinding over your cunt and the top of your entrance. “I just need to check something…”
Another sensation builds up, pushing through the suppressive barrier. Perhaps that was the point- to return your senses to you through the most extreme ones. You couldn’t say, really, but you hoped because it certainly seems to be working. Maybe, a little too well. “Um, God… I think….” Your breaths are heavy at his faultless ministrations. “If you don’t stop, I’ll… something will happen…”
“Yeah, I know,” he assures. “It’s just part of the treatment. Does it feel good?”
“Y-yeah…” you admit.
“Tell me.”
“It… it feels really good, God. I think I’m gonna… if you don’t stop, I might…”
“Are you about to cum?” There’s a rise to his voice, and the question alone in combination with the relentless grinding is enough to make it happen. “Oh shit, you’re cumming now.”
“Yes, I’m… ohh~”
He pulls the tool away and your body rebels with the loss and he lifts you a little higher, leveling you with his eyes. “Legs wide, I need to see it.” Your legs open and you cover your eyes as the embarrassment weaves through your system, deeper with every clench of your pussy. “Perfect,” he breathes.
There’s some relief in that, you think. “So I’m healthy now? Am I cured?”
“Nearly.” Gently, he lays you back on his large wooden table. “You need to take your medicine now.”
“Medicine?” God sprays something into the air- a pink shimmering mist cascading down onto you. It tingles where it touches your skin and smells sweet as it settles into your lungs.
“It’s a special kind of medicine that will get all the sickness out of you,” God explains. “Don’t fight it, okay? Just let it make you feel better.”
“Okay,” hesitantly, you agree- the tingling feeling spreading warmer down your body.
God shimmers through the pink mist, his silhouette moving as he reaches down and lays something out at your side. Rising on your still trembling legs, you move slowly towards it. “Oh, it’s a person,” you say with a tilt to your head, “a person like me.”
“Yes, that’s right. Just like you. Only, he’s a man.”
“A man…” the tingling seeps down between your legs. Standing naked over the man, you peer into his sleeping face- a long scar down one eye and green hair hanging over his forehead. There’s a flutter in your chest as your eyes roam down his body. “He’s so big…” and just as naked as you are.
“To you, yes,” God agrees.
“Who is he?” even as you ask, there’s an ache inside like you should know. Or, at least, like you want to know- very, very badly.
“He’s going to help you feel better,” God assures you. “I chose him just for you.”
“Just for me?” Urges begin whispering in your mind, encouraging you to get closer. “Can I touch him?”
“You can do anything you want to him.”
“Anything…” your eyes catch on the heavy erection between his legs, cock thick as the rest of him glistening at the tip. Wetness begins pooling between your legs, slicking your thighs together.
“Is there something you want to do right now?”
A small moan responds in your throat, body quivering as it whispers to you exactly what it wants to do. There’s something thicker beneath the desire, something that makes you hesitate. “I want…”
“Go ahead, you can do it.” Instinctively, your body moves closer, drawn by a growingly incessant need. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, you hesitate. “He’s sick too,” God insists. “You’ll make each other better by doing what the medicine tells you to do.”
“Really…” God’s permission entices you down onto your knees next to the man’s massive body.
“Yes, really. It’ll cure you both.”
The man doesn’t stir even as you climb atop him, bracing your hands on the strong plane of his scarred stomach. Your leg swings over his hips and a whimper leaves your lips as your cunt spreads sticky, slick dribbling out onto him. Slowly, you drop your weight into his lap, letting his thick cock slot between the folds of your sex. Immediately, it feels so good that you’re grinding against him, chasing an instinctive need you have no idea if you’ve ever felt before.
Fingers digging into the man, you lean forward, letting the head of his cock grind against a sensitive little place between your legs. “Oh, he feels good~ he feels so good~” Your movements grow sloppy, the loud wet sound of your relentless grinding rising. “I’m gonna- I feel so-” mouth falling open, needy sounds tumble forth as a spring coils tight in your lower body.
“Cum on him,” God orders and you obey, cunt seizing and creaming on the sleeping man’s cock.
Your head rolls back, eyes closed lost in your bliss. Insatiable, your hips keep rolling- entirely unable to cease chasing the pleasure. “More, more, more-”
Big hands grip your waist, fingers digging hard into the soft plush of your curves. Gasping, you look down and see the man staring up at you through one open eye. There’s confusion on his face, but it quickly begins melting into something more heated- more feral- as his gaze rakes down your naked body, all the way to your cunt spread atop him.
“Woman,” he growls, voice thick and gravely. He takes a long inhale through his nose, eye sliding closed. “My woman,” he exhales, a rumble in his chest. You whimper and he opens his eye to the sound of it-
Before sitting up, arms wrapping around your body and you freeze, breathe shuddering. “Must be mine, bouncing on my cock,” he reasons to himself. His hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your eyes to look at him.
“I…” your lips quiver as you try to respond, a little slice of fear thrilling down your body, “I don’t know…”
His expression narrows on you, the center of his eye blown so wide you don’t know it’s color. With a growl he presses closer, teeth peeling back from his lips, “mine now,” his teeth snap in time with his hips. Crying out, you feel his cockhead slip into your body, cunt squeezing to suck him in deeper.
The hand at your jaw slips around your throat, the one at your hip forcefully yanking you against him. Rising on his knees, your legs wrap around his waist, holding tight as he starts thrusting into you with powerful motions that quake through your entire body.
His cock slams into something more sensitive inside and you arch back in his hands, voice breaking as your stretched cunt desperately grips around his massive cock. “Yeah,” he roars, “that’s fucking mine.”
Your world tilts as he leans forward and puts you on your back, throwing your legs over his shoulders. It’s exhilarating the way he maneuvers your body, bending you to his will. Dropping low, he sinks so deeply into you that it’s hard to breathe through the wonderfully agonizing stretch of your cunt. While you may not remember anything beyond this room, your body is so electrified you’re certain you mustn’t have ever felt something like this before.
“Breathe, woman,” he coaxes above you and laughs when you suck the air in greedy. Whimpering, you look up at him in utter submission, “that’s what I like to see,” he grins satisfied.
He drops down to his elbows, pinning you beneath him- body folded in half. Tears pool hot in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, his hips meeting yours with every deep thrust. Your body jolts a little when he shifts and the stars explode in your vision when he hits against something new and sensitive. “There it is,” he purrs.
“What…” you pant for breath, tears tipping over, “what are you doing to me?”
With a hard drive of his hips that presses you deeper into the table, he answers, “I’m fucking you.” Pointedly, he pounds the head of his cock directly into that special spot, “get used to it.”
“Fucking me…” the words repeat on your tongue, unsure of their taste.
“That’s right,” he croons. “You take my cock so well I’m starting to think you’ve done it before.” Heat blooms across your face at the very idea of it, turning away from his gaze, cunt clenching in supplication. He growls, the rumble of his chest vibrating over your breasts, “look at me,” he demands. “My woman will look at me when I fuck her.”
The possession in his voice coils low, “I’m…” you struggle to keep your eyes on him, “I’m gonna… again…”
“Yeah, I know. I can fucking feel it.” His grip on you tightens, preventing your body from moving an inch as he brings his pelvis flush with yours, grinding into your clit with every roll of his hips.
When your head tilts back, his mouth finds your neck, teeth dragging over your pulse. When he bites down, your cunt follows- squeezing down around his cock. His long groan vibrates through the hollow of your throat where he keeps sucking as his cock spasms inside you, something hot and thick flooding you from the inside.
His lips pop wet off your neck, drooling as he admires his claim. Leaning back, he keeps himself buried inside you but presses his hand over the mound of your Venus, feeling the slosh of cum around his dick.
Fingers digging into his arms, you tilt back, feeling so full you could burst. “What… what…”
His big hand smooths over it, thumb swiping over your clit. “That’s my cum, filling you up,” he tells you and you feel his cock twitch again. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” you respond immediately, “thank you- feels so good.”
Your mouth opens as his fingers drag over your lips, “you’re well trained,” he observes. A wicked grin slides across his face, “you’re a little whore, aren’t you?”
Mortification floods through you hot as the cum still sloshing around your cunt, hands sliding up to cover your blushing face. “I…” you don’t know what you are. You’re not even entirely certain you completely understand the meaning of the word that makes you feel both so terrible and so delicious at the same time.
With a gasp, your hands are wrenched away from your face and he stares down at you, “my little whore now.” With one big hand he pins both your wrists above your head, “isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you nod quickly, “your little whore, ‘Ro.”
He stills, head tilting, “what’d you say?”
Lidded eyes blink up at him as you repeat the words, “your whore.”
“No,” he leans closer, eye searching yours- a spark of something behind them. “What’d you…” his words fade as a fresh layer of the pink mist descends on his body, tingling over his spine and stirring his cock back up again.
With no further question and no warning, he starts fucking you again- cum splattering out of your pussy with every thrust to the tip. It creams around his cock foamy and white and he gathers it in his fingers before slathering it over your clit and furiously rubbing pleasure over the aching little bud. Your hips buck up to meet him, nails digging into his arms to keep yourself anchored to his body.
“Again, again, again,” you beg, “make me better, gotta be better, gotta be his good girl~”
There’s a groan in the air that belongs to neither of you and through the pink mist your eyes flutter open to see God looking down from above. Your man’s pace doesn’t even falter as his eye slices up to look at him. “Oi, big guy” he calls up, “you try and take what’s mine and I’ll kill you,” his warning is so even it takes a moment for your mind to process the casual violence in it.
“Y- you can’t talk to him like that!” You insist, voice trembling with the bounce of your body, “that’s God.”
The man throws his head back and laughs- a deep roll of thunder that vibrates all the way to your core. His grin stays wide as his eye slides back to you, a hand tightening possessively around your throat, “I’m your god now, baby.”
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When Zoro wakes up in the blocky new world, he’s alone- head pounding and groggy. With a groan he rubs his hand down his face, attention catching on the tiny crescents decorating his forearms. Brows furrowing, he tries to remember where they came from, but he doesn’t remember anything past the party on the ship. Yet, something stirs warm and low as he looks at them.
Sighing, he stands- stretching out his body that feels unusually, deliciously, heavy. Cracking his neck, he thinks maybe that absinthe was stronger than he gave it credit for. But, he’s not really sure- and he doesn’t really care.
The only thing he knows for certain is that he needs to find you. The only thing he really cares about is that he finds you right now. More than usual, his protectiveness flares into something a bit more possessive. Fingers feeling over the indents in his skin he starts walking- setting off to find you.
With a hand at hilt of his swords, god help anyone who tries to stop him.
