Forgive Me If I Break You | Zoro x Reader | Pt. V
Part I Part II Part III Part IIII
Trigger warnings: Drinking, Domestic assault, verbal abuse , physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT ! MINORS DNI
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The growing silence of the night is weighing heavily on your chest. Restless in the swordsman’s bed you toss and turn in search of a satisfying position. There isn’t one. No way to position yourself to feel comfort. To convince yourself this bed is where you belong. Your unnerve is only emphasized by Zoro’s absence. He said he would return soon, but soon passed hours ago.
With a sigh, finally at your wits end, you throw the covers off you. Creep into the dimly lit galley in search of something to ease your mind. Something to quiet the thoughts that keep you up, that question your decision. The thoughts that tell you The Sunny will soon feel like the prison the castle was. The thoughts that doubt Zoro.
You really do feel ashamed to be rummaging through the Strawhats’ pantry as if you were a part of their crew yourself . As if you had a claim to anything on this ship. But the insistent need to drown your thoughts out weighs your concerns of being caught.
“You and Zoro are more alike than I would’ve guessed.”
You recognize the voice, but that does not keep you from jolting up in fear at its sudden appearance. The navigator laughs seeing your hand rest on your chest as you slow your rapid breathing. Mutters a small apology for startling you. Once it seems you’ve gotten your bearings she joins you in the pantry. Scans the closet from floor to ceiling before landing on Sanji’s cookbooks. She moves them aside to expose the bottles of booze behind them.
“Sanji tries to hide the good stuff from Zoro.” She announces standing on her tiptoes to inch two bottles from the top shelf. She extends a bottle out for you to grab. The two of you crack them open right away, taking a swig before leaving the pantry.
“You okay?” She asks suddenly “I mean- given the circumstances. I can’t imagine any of this is easy.”
The two of you have made it to sit at the table before you’re able to conjure up an answer. One that doesn’t feel like a lie, or people pleasing. One that won’t leave that rancid taste of false sentiments lingering in your mouth.
“I will be.”
Nami gives you a soft smile in response, one teeming with understanding. Silence settles between the two of you. It is not heavy, or uncomfortable, nor is it full of expectations to continue the conversation. The quiet is inviting, filled with the companionship of the navigator.
You are almost halfway through the bottle when the mind numbing feeling you're in search of begins to wash over you body. In the past two months you’d grown so accustomed to drinking with the swordsman that it is embarrassing to admit how much you’ve missed the habit in the short time you’ve been home.
“I forgot you're a lightweight.” Nami teases, downing the remainder of her bottle before slamming it onto the table. An obnoxious smile on her lips.
“Can I ask you a question?” You inquire. The alcohol eats away at your inhibition, greases your tongue. Nami’s brows rise to her temple in surprise. She leans forward resting her elbows on the table. Eagerly nods for you to continue before resting her head in her hands.
“ Why would Zoro be willing to go through all this- just for me?”
The look she is giving you in return is difficult to read. To see if it is amusement in her smile, or utter disbelief. A giggle leaves her lip then there is a small pause before she loudly cackles. Her fit of laughter has her back pinned to her chair.
“I’m sorry- I- I don’t mean to laugh.” She wheezes, trying to catch her breath. “It’s just, well- he let you touch his swords. I think that says enough.”
Your eyes furrow slightly. Zoro granting you the privilege of touching his swords had always been a gesture of trust to you. Trust you have undoubtedly shattered at this point. It’s implausible for you to think the situation is of any relevance now.
Once Nami regains her composure, she glances you over with a grin. It drops along with her eyes when she sees the distressed look on your face. Immediately she is reaching over to rest her hand on your forearm. She squeezes lightly before speaking.
"Let me give you a real answer. Roronoa Zoro would rather die than not protect someone he loves and Zoro loves you.” The smile she gives is warm. Genuine. One last giggle escapes before she quips. “Maybe even more than Luffy.”
“Do you know where I can find him?”
“I’d try the Crow’s nest. He’s probably there.” She informs.
Softly, you knock on the door to announce your presence to the swordsman. The sound can not compete with the thrashing of his blades in the wind- or the grunts he lets out at each swing of his sword. Mercilessly shredding his imaginary foe with strIke after strike.
Zoro’s strength always left you in awe. Usually reserved for training sessions, or chores Nami berated him into, there were few moments on the beach you got to see actual displays of strength from the pirate.
“Roronoa!” You shout!
Zoro turns, baring his blades at you. His brows are scrunched to the center of his face, lips upturned into a snarl. It takes time before the darkness leaves his eyes. Before they soften and his features turn into something more amiable. Something recognizable.
“Is this what our life is gonna look like on the ship- you ditching me for swords?” You ask playfully.
Zoro wears his black kimono. The top drapes over the red band around his waist as his chest glistens with sweat. A weak smirk begins to spread on his lips, it barely peeks out over the hilt of Wado Ichimoji.
He removes the sword from his mouth, before sheathing all three. Only then do you saunter into the room. His breath is still ragged as he draws you into him, wrapping a burley arm around your waist.
“ Am I taking too long?” Zoro asks with a laugh coming soon after.
Your nodding before his statement comes to an end. Lips pursed into a pout to show your dismay. You wrap your arms around the pirate’s torso. Even though the sweat makes him sticky, you rest your check against his chest. The theatrics grow the swordsman’s smirk into a full smile,one that wrinkles the edges of his eyes. He bends to give you a peck on the lips before mumbling an apology.
“You’ve been drinking without me?” The swordsman inquires with a brow raised. He makes a show of licking his lips then nods at his own confirmation. “The good booze too.”
“Will you forgive me if I tell you where to find it?”
When the two of you arrive at the galley, the navigator is nowhere to be found. Which may be in your best interest. Don’t know if she’ll forgive you for blowing the cook’s secret, but it is worth the risk to see the smile on the swordsman’s face as he sings your praises.
“Of course Namie would tell you.” Zoro huffs, snatching the bottle off the shelf. “She tried to charge me 500 berry when I asked. I’m starting to think she likes you more than me.”
“I know she likes me more than you.” you tease.
The first mate rolls his eyes in frustration while forcing the top off the bottle. After a few generous gulps, he is passing it back to you. He drags his forearm across his mouth to wipe the excess.
“You wanna tell me more about our life on the ship ?” Zoro asks, taking a seat at the table.
He reaches for your hand to guide you into his lap. His tone is playful, but you can see the desire in his eye. The way it borrows into yours watching, searching for the vision of your new life in your iris’.
“We’re going to dance on the deck, and watch the sunset in the crow’s nest. I’ll get to see the whole world Zo, with you.”
There’s a gleaming smile on your lips at all the possibilities life at sea can hold. All the possibilities life with Zoro could hold. Your eyes brim with nothing but adoration , and love as you stare back at the swordsman.
It makes your heart sting not to see that same reverence reflected in Zoro’s face. The somberness behind his eye is easily detected in his avoidance. In his inability to meet your gaze. The hold Zoro has around your waist tightens, keeping you firmly in place. A shaky breath leaves his lips before he speaks.
“I wouldn’t be mad if you stayed.” The pirate announces. “If after all this you want to reclaim your village. Stay with your people to rebuild all that Lee has taken from them- from you.”
Your mouth hangs open slightly agape in search of words for the swordsman. Your heart has fallen to the pit of your stomach. It is difficult to fish coherent sentiments out of all the nonsense swirling in your mind.
DId the pirate change his mind? Is reality setting in forcing a change of heart? Did he think you should stay? Maybe it is the alcohol that is making it difficult to comprehend, makes you hear that Zoro no longer wants you.
“Zoro I- I don’t understand…”
“If you want to rule your kingdom, If you want to stay. I won’t be mad.” He reiterates. “It's your decision to make.”
“I want to be with you Zoro!” You rebuttal fervidly. No hesitation in your proclamation. Your hand meets his cheeks, turns his head so he has no choice but to address you. “No where else.”
You sure it is difficult for Zoro to hear your words and take them as truth. To really put stock into the sentiments you lovingly sprinkle him with. You lean in to crash your lips into the swordsman. Wrap your arms around his neck at the feeling of him kissing you back.
“I love you Zoro. So much. I’m sorry I gave you reason to question that.” You mumble on his lip. You pull away slightly , so the pirate can stare into your eyes as you speak. So he can see the truth in your testimony himself. “ I can’t wait to continue our lives together. ”
Zoro doesn’t respond, simply leans in to place his lips on yours one more time.
-
The good weather of yesterday has subsided. leaves only a haze of smoke. Storm clouds soak the island. Finally stifling the flames Lee allowed to continuously burn. Majority of the castle grounds have been reduced to unrecognizable ash. It is a shock the castle still stands strong in the wake of the destruction. The two stand before the tall wrought iron doors they walked through almost a week ago.
“You ready?” Luffy asks his first mate.
The question is more formality than anything else. The captain already knows the answer. It Is evident from the way Zoro’s hand twitches over the hilt of Emma the same way a trigger happy sniper’s finger graces their trigger. Lies in the bloodlusting look behind his otherwise stoic features. Zoro is ready. He has been ready.
Zoro can hear your voice in spite of your absence. It echoes from where you stood that day hand in hand with the chief announcing your marriage. ‘Husband’. It repeats incessantly. Grows louder with each passing second. It takes restraint for the pirate not to grimace. To shudder at all the memories of Lee kissing your lips. Holding your hand. All the idle touches he placed on you while knowing the swordsman was watching.
It takes a considerable amount of effort for Zoro to focus. Push aside the scenes of you denouncing your love for him. Rejecting his pleas. To quail all the anger, and pain that threatens to bubble over at merely thinking of the turmoil Lee put him through, at your expense. All with the sole intention of controlling you.
Zoro gives Luffy a curt nod. Unsheathing his sword his eyes glaze over the entirety of the doors. If this is your prison then Zoro would destroy it. Leave it a semblance of itself to show you that locks can be broken. Enma cuts swiftly through the air, the strike splits the thick iron doors into shards. Leaving it in crumbles before their feet.
The screams of household staff collide with the sound of tumbling rock. Zoro recognizes the pain in their eyes. Marked it the day of your return when the Strawhats marched the street. It mimics the very look you stare at him with today. A look he never wants to see again. There’s some relief in the eyes of the staff when they recognize the pirates. It glimmers underneath their otherwise fearful expressions.
“Where is he?” Zoro barks.
No one says a word , but the two footmen in charge of guarding the castle doors are ushering the swordsman in the direction of the stairs. The sound of footsteps approaching increases with each passing second- reinforcements for the calamity caused by their intrusion.
“Go Zoro! I can handle them.” Luffy calls out.
As Zoro searches for Lee, it is impossible for him not to note the evidence of the chief’s assault on you. The scuff marks leading to the grand staircase. The splintering on the wooden stairs. Claw marks on the walls and doorways.
Zoro never did have the heart to ask you specifics on what Lee has done to you. Never wants to force you into reliving such traumatic memories for his sake. Now he would never have to. It is easy for him to piece this puzzle together. To see the truly malicious intent behind the chief’s attack.
In the dark hallway the pirate is a glaring reflection of his former self. ‘Demon Pirate Hunter’. The name seems fitting more so now than it ever did then. Zoro’s rage blinds him too much to appreciate the irony. Too busy kicking in doors to reflect on the precise moment he became the pirate and the world became so full of demons. It merely takes three doors before Zoro finds Lee in his office.
“Roronoa Zoro. What a pleasant way for you and your captain to make your entry.” Lee mocks. “I knew she’d go running to you.”
Lee sits at a wide oak desk, in a cushioned seat ordained so intricately it resembles a throne. Moonlight pours in from the tall windows paneling the wall behind the desk illuminating most of the space.
Lee does not rush to his feet in urgency. won’t even bother to glance up at the swordsman. Simply continues to idly pour from the crystal decanter grasped tightly in his left hand.
Once his drink is poured he lets out an obnoxious laugh, waving his hand in the air to show how little of concern it is. He brings the small glass filled with amber liquid to his lips to sip before finally addressing the swordsman.
“I can’t for the life of me understand why a Swordsman of your caliber- first mate to the supposed future pirate king- is chasing after my wife. Surely a man of your strength and stature has no use for such a weak woman.”
“Weak?” It is now Zoro who is laughing. He strides toward the desk for Lee to see his expression more clearly. So Lee can feel the hatred that seethes out of his bones. “That woman is a lot of things, weak has never been one of them. Besides- she managed to escape from you twice now!”
Even in the dark, Zoro can see the clench of Lee’s jaw. Displaying his irritation even if his expression remains pleasant. Zoro notices the waiver in his sly smirk. Knows he is chipping away at the armor the chief thinks surrounds him.
“Do you think she loves you?” He asks , a sinister smile plastered on his face. “That she won’t leave you just as she’s doing to me? Stupid swordsman- you're just her escape plan.”
Lee reaches across the desk to grab a glass identical to his from the regal set. Refreshes his drink before pouring up a new one. He slides the glass across the table toward the pirate hunter in offering.
“Y/n can leave me, it’s her choice to make . I’m not trying to trap her… that’s the difference between you and me.”
“No?”
Zoro’s proclamation has the chief stilling before he can bring the drink back to his lips. His brow is raised to his temple in speculation. Another laugh falls from him.
“The guards say she told you to leave each time the two of you spoke. Begged you to get on your ship and go. Yet- here you stand. Tell me more Roronoa about these ‘choices’ you're giving her.”
Zoro narrows his eye at Lee.
Swish.
The sound of enma slashing through oak is quickly followed by the screech of broken glass. Wood shards fly in the air. The large domineering desk sits split straight down the middle. A puddle pools at the Chiefs feet decorated with the shattered pieces of his drink set.
“Me and you both know why I didn’t leave.” Zoro growled.
The chief jumps out of his seat. Attempting to doge the blow the best he can with his injuries.The sudden movement has blood seeping into the bandages wrapping his thigh. Finally showing some urgency Lee’s hand reaches for his pocket. Drawing a gun , he holds it pointed at the swordsman's skull. His hand tremors. The gun shakes in his tight grasp.
“...tell me Roronoa, is this the part where I get to see this three sword style of yours?”
Zoro chuckles sarcastically.
“I won’t need three swords for you.”
The armor Lee struts is completely rusted at the swordsman snide remarks. His brows furrow in a frown. His jaw is tight. The vein on his forehead pulses. He shuts his eyes close before weighing his finger down on the trigger. Although anticipating the blast the chief still flinches at the ‘bang’ of the bullet leaving the chamber.
A few seconds pass before Lee build the courage to open his eyes. To assess the damage he’s done. They widen at the sight of the swordsman still standing tall before him. Unscathed from his surprise attack. The bullet fired lays at the pirate’s feet. Sliced in a manner similar to Lee’s desk.
“You think you can save her? Then what- she’ll abandon all this to chase a life on the seas with you?” Lee let’s a cynical cackle. His head shakes from left to right manically as he looks the swordsman over.
“A pathetic girl like that could never survive the life of a pirate.”
Enma pierces the air again. The slash slices across the chief's torso. Sends him propelling through the window paneling behind him. His pained yelp morphs into a scream as he free falls from the two story drop. It is silenced by the ‘thud’ of his body smacking the ground.
The pirate sheaths his swords before he leaps from the shattered window down to the ground below. Lee lays a few feet away muttering low moans and groans. Zoro stalks over, surprised the man is still alive. He bends at the knees to meet Lee’s face. Wraps his hand strongly around his jaw to force the chief’s eyes to his.
“Watch your mouth!” Zoro snarls.
Lee is shaking his head, the mirth in his expression never fleeting .A bloody smile spreads his lips.
“Tell me swordsman, is it the sex? The murmurs she makes when she’s cumming? I get it- really! The head on that girl is some-.”
The last thread of the swordsman’s restraint snaps . Zoro’s fist is wrapping around the man’s tongue before his brain can herd all his emotions. With a single , finite tug Zoro rips his tongue from his skull.
The chief's insults are punctuated by pained screams. Spewing blood covers the swordsman from head to toe. Hot. Thick. Sticky. Creeps into the woven cotton of his clothes.
“You're done disrespecting my woman. “ Zoro barks , throwing the wet organ on top of the dying man’s chest.
“She will never be at your mercy again.”
-
Aimlessly you swirl the bottle of booze against the top of the dinner table. Again, you find yourself anxiously waiting on the swordsman’s return. The alcohol can not alleviate the intrusive thoughts that plague you in his absence. Thoughts that swirl violently, chaotically convincing you whatever outcome, the consequences are all your fault.
The low rumble of steps on the deck draws your attention. You don’t wait for the noise to meet you. You're pushing through the galley door to greet the sound before any good sense can tell you not to. The sun is beginning to breach the horizon. Its dusky rays dance on the ripples in the ocean. The rain has slowed into more of a drizzle pattering softly against the lawn deck.
It is Luffy you find first. A toothy smile spans the length of his face. There is some relief at the sight of the pirate, though your eyes still scan the deck in search of his first mate. Luffy gives you an innocent wave, before pointing his thumb behind him.
A sharp gasp leaves your lips before you’re able to stifle it. From his green hair down to those black boots, crimson covers the pirate. Blood splatters the grass trailing Zoro’s path. The look the swordsman stares back at you with, is similar to that of a cat who brings home a carcass for their owner. Dark. Hopeful. Desperately seeking approval.
“Zoro! Are you okay?” Your voice trembles as you mutter the question.
“That’s not Zoro’s blood.” Luffy announces, his smile reduced down to a satisfied grin.
Zoro pushes his hand into his captain’s back, shoving him forward in some weak attempt to hurry him along. Luffy rarely picks up on subtle hints, but this one is loud and clear. Alone, he’s off to the galley in search of a snack.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Zoro confesses. “... don’t be scared.”
A weak smile graces your lips. Emotions overwhelm you so harshly, it is difficult to land on one. Searching your body you find no fear. No alarm bells ring at the sight of Zoro trying to shrink himself under your gaze. Only relief.
“I’m happy to see you're okay.”
Your hand goes to reach for his blood stained cheek. The fluid is still warm to your touch. For a brief moment your mind wonders where the chief lies. If he is in agonizing pain. Waiting, hoping someone will come to his aid. If he is embarrassed by his displays of strength, and wit still not being enough to defeat the pirate.
Lee’s blood coats the palms of your hand, and all you can wonder is if Zoro forced him to feel a fraction of the pain he has been inflicting on you for so long.
“Do you want me to tell you everything that happened?” Zoro asks.
“...No.” You shake your head. “Just tell me it’s over.”
Zoro tangles his hand in yours, removes it from his cheek to kiss your knuckles. Then bends at the waist to plant a kiss onto your lips. One soft, delicate. Tasting of iron. Drastically different from the rough passionate kisses you're used to receiving from him.
“It’s over, you’re free.”
“Thank you Zoro, for all you did.”
“Don’t thank me.” The pirate’s features morph into something more serious as he speaks. “There isn’t anything in this world I wouldn’t help you do. No one I wouldn't protect you from. Next time, ask me for help- please.”
“I promise.”
You squeeze the pirate’s hand tightly. Stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. The tension held in his shoulders loosen at your touch. By the time your heels hit the ground Zoro’s expression has turned amiable.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You force Zoro to stop at the galley door. Guarding the threshold you ask him to strip. Not naked of course- only top and bottoms as to not track blood through Sanji’s kitchen. Refuse to soil the cook’s pristine floors. Especially when you’ve already drunk his pantry close to dry. Zoro’s brow rises to his temple at your request. It’s impossible to differentiate the tinge on his cheeks from blood stains, or embarrassment.
“We could already be in the bath by now Zo.” You huff, arms crossed against your chest.
“Why do you care about the shitty cook’s floors anyway?” He grumbles, pulling the edges of his damp black tee up and over his head.
“It’s the least we can do for stealing his stash.”
“The least we could do is nothing.”
“Oh hush! I’ll give you the last of the booze when we’re done. "
The swordsman only rolls his eyes in response. Fiddles with the button of his black jeans before coming out of those as well. Zoro drops the clothes in your hands before gripping about ‘hurrying up’. He is moving so quickly he threatens to leave you in his dust while scurrying through the halls. Less than enthralled at the possibility his crewmates would find him in such a vulnerable condition.
“Wasn’t this worth it?” You ask Zoro, hands tangled into his green strands. The bubbles finally foam clean after your third rinse of his hair.
He hums reluctantly in agreement. In spite of him not wanting to admit it, you know the feeling of your sudsy fingers scrubbing away at his scalp feels good. Clear from how the swordsman leans into your caresses. In the way he aimlessly glides his hands up and down your legs he is seated between.
“Tell me something.” You bend to whisper the request against his ear. The pirate fails to conceal his smirk at hearing his words being echoed back at him.
“Move in with me.” It comes out as more of a question than a strong proclamation. Zoro’s hands stop to grip your ankle’s awaiting your response.
“You’re asking me?” A confused giggle escapes.”I’m already here Zo.”
“Yeah but- I mean-“ he fumbles over his words. Glares at the wall so your gaze is less intense on his profile. “Move into my quarters, with me.”
The meek words of the ex bounty hunter blend into the soft trickle of the water dripping from the faucet. There’s a pause as your brain processes his request. The blush of his cheeks reddens to the tip of his ears as the pained silence prolongs.
“If you don’t want to- if you would feel more comfortable with the girls...” He mutters allowing his voice to trail off until it is no longer heard. He takes a deep breath as if winding up all his courage to continue.
“It’s okay. I don’t want you feeling like you have to do anything you don’t want, just to make me happy. Like you don’t have a choice.”
You could not fight the smile smearing across your lips if you tried. The butterflies swarming your stomach won’t allow you to act that coy. You lean in to crash your lips into the swordsman’s cheek. When he turns to face you, you place another kiss onto his lips. A needy, passionate kiss that threatens to snatch all the air out his lungs. The flutter your heart feels in this moment has you thinking that life on the seas may be better than you ever imagined.
“I’m most comfortable with you Zo.” You mumble against his lips. “I would love to.”
It’s the swordsman now who’s chasing after your lips. Claiming them hungrily, desperate. Professing all the sentiments and affections his words could not muster. When he pulls away he rests his forehead against yours.
“Even if we- if things change between us, you will always have a place here outside of me. I would sooner leave the Strawhat Pirates than make you feel like you don’t belong here.”
“I’m not going anywhere Zo.” You smile back at him Hoping to alleviate some of the grief off his face.
-
The following day brings better weather. Not a single cloud is in the sky. Bright rays beam down, drying any remainder of the storm's presence. For the first time in a long time you look out at the coast and see a recognizable glimpse of the island you grew up on. A glimmer of the place you used to call home.
You don’t know if you should find it strange- the lack of melancholy you feel at your departure. The lack of grief in your goodbye. Relief is the only thing washing over you as you ponder on your descent.
“Think you’ll miss it? Your home?”
The sudden appearance of the Captain makes you jump. Luffy always managed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. You shake your head ‘no’ to answer his question.
“I don’t think so…”
You will always miss them lemon orchids. The summer swings with your mother. Would always be searching for the sound of your father’s voice echoing down the halls calling out to you. The memories cultivated here with your family will always haunt you. Forever ingrained in you shaping the decisions you make, but that is all they will ever be- memories. Staying in this village trying to rebuild, or start over will never change that.
Luffy plops himself onto the lawn floor next to you. Clearly having more on his mind then just your departure. He wears a mischievous smile spanning the length of his face showing every tooth he has. A giggle falls from your lips consequently. The future pirate king's joy has always been infectious.
"What can I do for you Luffy?" You inquire.
"You know you're a part of my crew now ? That you always have a place here , even if you and Zoro break up."
“Thank you Luffy. I appreciate that.”
Luffy’ s smile grows wider at your praise. He lets out a laugh then shoots to his feet. Luffy doesn’t give you an opportunity to stand on your own, he is dragging you to your feet as well. Wraps his arm firmly around your waist.
“Luffy what are-”
“We have a surprise, to welcome you to the crew.”
He giggles. Stretching his arm till his hand reaches the railing at the other end of the ship.
“Hold on.”
The breath knocks out your lungs the moment you're flying through the air. Burrowing white fingertips into Luffy’s arms trying to hold on for dear life. You would scream if you could catch your breath enough to force the air out your lungs. But it is of no luck. To your joy, you are on the ground staring at the rest of the crew before Luffy's antics can send you into a heart attack.
“Luffy, I told you to stop doing that!” Zoro scolds. He reaches out for your hand drawing you away from his captain. Place both hands on your shoulder to look you over.
“She’s okay!” Luffy reassures dismissively. “Look what we did!”
The captain points over to Nami’s tangerine trees.A child-like squeal leaves your lips at the sight. It’s impossible to corral your excitement. To stop yourself from jumping up and down childishly. Sprinkled into the tiny grove are two lemon trees, identical to the ones that grow on the island.
“You all did this for me?” You choke.
“It was my idea.” Zoro chimes, not giving his crewmates the opportunity to claim credit.
“We just want to show you how happy we are to have you with us!” Robin coos.
Before you can choke out a thank you, Sanji is approaching with a tray in his hand. It holds a bottle of sake, with a few red sakazuki cups stacked on top of each other. The cook passes a cup to each of his crewmates before filling their glasses.
“To y/n!” Luffy Announces.
“We’re lucky to have you! “ Sanji adds.
The crew raise their cups to toast, then swallow the drinks in one gulp. Zoro gleams at you with a smile on his face, bends to kiss your lips.
“Welcome to the Strawhat pirates. “ He whispers.
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