Jul 27, 2024
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Feelin very romantical lately, that means I draw my fave being loved by my other fave
Our first entry for the ZoNa Holiday event comes from the amazing @kryru! A perfect representation of theme 1 - Lump of Coal! ~ Maiden
Winter's Delight
#1: SNOWFALL AND SOLITUDE
Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.
Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.
Warning: OOC possible. One shot.
Rating: T
Note: An entry for the ZoNa Holiday Event 2025 @zonamievents!
Prompt for the 9th – Home Alone. AU setting because why not? Who doesn’t love a sappy ZoNa. I know I do. Plus we need one.
This is part of an AU I keep thinking I wanted to write but got no time to put in MS word.
Summary: It was sinking deeply into her that she was alone. Tonight. During the first fall of snow.
Nami tapped her fingers against the marble countertop for the umpteenth time that night, her nails making a rhythmic clicking sound that reverberated across the silent kitchen.
She pouted as she let her head loll slight to the side, chin balanced against the palm of her propped hand, her eyes shifting languorously to glance at the window.
The sky outside is filled with heavy clouds—dark yet somehow luminous at the same time. The weather had taken a turn earlier that evening, the temperature lowering drastically as if readying itself for the forecasted first fall of snow of the season.
Which seems just about right. Nami already knew that of course. She knows all there is to know about the weather and everything that comes with it. It was her job after all. Haredas, her mentor, would always say she could put every meteorological device to shame when it comes to her weather readings and predictions.
But somehow, even the prospect of it snowing tonight (which usually makes her excited because she loves watching it), wasn’t able to lift her sulky mood up.
She should have taken up the shift at the weather station tonight. She’d rather watch over the changes in the climate patterns instead of spending the night alone and watching the kitchen tiles.
With a dramatic sigh, she slid off the barstool and decided to head towards her home office to open her laptop and check some e-mails. That should keep her busy for a while.
She gave a cursory glance at the delectably packed dinner, Sanji-kun had thoughtfully sent especially made for her (so says the note that came with it), knowing that she won’t even bother cooking when she’s the only one in the house.
Thank heavens for him. She won’t starve for tonight. But she wasn’t in the mood to eat. She’ll heat it up later once the need for nourishment arises.
For now she’ll just settle for some good old coffee.
A few minutes later, she was sitting in front of her desk with the steaming cup in one hand as she scrolled her e-mails, utterly bored out of her wits. There was nothing significant in there, nothing that needs her expertise. Her team that was working tonight was handling everything superbly.
It made her purse her lips as she settled back on her chair. Not that she was complaining or anything... she does love it when everything was going on smoothly. Her job rarely gives her such consideration.
But she was really, really getting bored.
The house was too quiet. And she’s all alone.
Nami huffed. Home alone. On the first night of snow fall.
She made a mistake of taking a leave today, giving in to her mentor’s demand that she should take a break every once in a while. Had she known that she was going be all by herself tonight then she would have...
Oh! She can probably still head to the weather station tonight. It’s not late after all!
She stood up and headed towards the bedroom to change clothes. But the moment she passed by doors leading to the balcony, she changed her mind.
It will definitely snow. Heading out will be a bad idea.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration rising out of her. Why was she so restless tonight?
Usually she had her whole day planned ahead. There was a certain task or thing to do in every hour of her day.
Maybe that’s what’s throwing her off. She was so used to her day being busy, so used to moving ceaselessly, that doing nothing was something new to her.
And her body and mind seems to be rejecting the idea of respite that it was making her fidgety.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her hyperactive nerves and brain. She should just learn how to enjoy this moment. This rest. This calm in between weather storms and responsibilities.
Her eyes flicked open immediately. Gosh, she sucks at meditating. She cannot even focus her mind to stop thinking.
Maybe she should not have spent the whole morning and the afternoon napping. That was definitely a wrong move. Because now, she was awake, active and on edge as the night deepens. Her brain filled with energy and looking for an outlet... something worthwhile to do.
She sat on the bed and made a grab for her phone. It was silent all day. No calls, no messages... something that rarely happens. She dialled a number, waiting for the familiar ring. The monotonous busy tone greeted her and she frowned. She pressed the option for voice message knowing it will be a futile effort.
“I’m bored you know.”
That was all she said before she sent it. She placed her phone back on the bedside table, before walking out of the bedroom again.
Some minutes later she was back in her office, curled up in her reading chair, her coffee still warm on the table beside her, absorbed in a book just had forgotten she had recently bought. It was all about a magical coffee shop and talking cats. It was a charming read and did a good job of holding her interest for a while.
Until she finished it in one sitting. Nami had always been a fast reader.
And now she’s back to moseying around the house, scouring every nook and cranny for everything and nothing, with a cup of a now cold coffee in her hand.
She stood in the center of the living room, looking blankly at the hanging lights with its warm glow and its weird shape. Usopp was the one who created it (as he dabbled in one of the many art hobbies he seemed to find time for) and gave it to her as a homecoming gift.
A thought suddenly occurred to Nami. Even though all lights were all on inside the house, giving it a warm, comforting glow... it still felt a bit gloomy somehow.
She exhaled loudly. Maybe she should just sleep this whole day off. Maybe tomorrow would be different.
She disposed the remaining coffee in the sink, leaving the cup as part of tomorrow’s dishwashing duties. She deposited Sanji’s food inside the fridge. That’ll be for tomorrow as well. Nami decided.
The orange-haired woman switched off some lights, leaving the whole living room area and kitchen darkened. She left one floor lamp on for illumination. She didn’t like it when the whole place is dark and she’s all alone.
Then she trudged upstairs, footsteps heavy even in her fluffy house slippers.
Outside the weather continued to shift much colder, more somnolent. Despite the superb heating system Franky has generously installed in the house, Nami felt a slight chill, caressing her skin.
It’s going to snow soon.
With a dejected sigh, she decided to wait for it to fall, watching it in one of the room’s windows while tucked and wrapped under the cosy covers of her bed.
But she hesitated when she reached the bedroom’s doorway. It was sinking deeply into her that she was alone. Tonight. During the first fall of snow.
And it was making her sad.
Leaning against the doorframe, she regarded the darkened room. There was a bit of light coming in from the outside caused by the city lights twinkling from afar.
Nami gazed at the bed the other half dishevelled, with the thick blanket crumpled to one side, the sheet beneath it looked like someone had tossed and turned in them. A mere indication that it was occupied some hours ago.
The other half...
Was neat. Tidy even. The sheets were straight, unwrinkled and totally undisturbed. The blanket tucked snugged on the other side of the bed. The pillow was smooth, fluffed to perfection as if no head bothered to lay down on it for the past hours... or the past days even.
This time Nami pouted. Because now... now she understood all the restlessness in her.
She approached the bed, switching the lamp on—the one on her side—as she crawled into the bed and lying down so she can stare at the empty space beside her.
Nami was... absolutely missing her bed mate.
She groaned loudly at that. As if the admission pained her in more ways than possible. She was a tad upset to be feeling this way. She wasn’t the clingy kind. She’s independent and can move and live on her own.
But...
Sometimes tides shift and the weather changes.
Her hand reached out toward the empty space, smoothing the undisturbed surface of the bed.
The fabric felt soft against her hand.
She shifted forward slightly, moving towards the part that she doesn’t really occupy.
It was his space after all. Even the bedside table near it spoke of the ownership of a totally different person.
Hers has two of her to-read-books neatly stacked up, a small money tree with orange gemstones from Robin, a scented candle from Vivi, a hand lotion that smelled like her favourite tangerines, a bracelet given by her sister Nojiko and a small slim vase alongside the lamp with a now dried flower because the person who likes leaving a fresh one for her was not there to change it.
His has a bedside clock, a lamp that was the exact match of hers, an empty water flask, some coins, his car keys and a picture frame with her in it, taken during a trip on the beach before she left for the city years ago. She remembered how she actually forced him to have it, teased him that he should be so lucky to have it, a remembrance lest he forgot who he owes the most money from.
When she came back and randomly found it hidden in one of his apartment drawers, her heart skipped a beat. Framed and kept like a treasure, believing she would never, ever lay her eyes on it.
But she did. And that was it for her. She never let him stray away from her from that moment on.
Well... except now. Now that he wasn’t here and she can’t see him or feel him.
And it was driving her absolutely crazy.
She rolled out of the bed. The restless energy back again. She shoved her feet on her fluffy slippers and swiped the pajama top he carelessly left on top of the armchair. She realized how much it smelled of him as she put it on top of her own pajamas. His scent calmed her a bit, bringing a certain warmth that soothed her frayed nerves.
This should do for now.
She headed out of the bedroom with no particular destination in mind. She just walked around, spending some time at the room that served as his training area, staring at the neat stack of weights, the unused bench, and the rolled training mat on the side before gliding out and probing the other areas of the house that had remnants of him.
Then she settled in front of the balcony door, watching the world outside. Waiting. For the snow to fall, for the ennui to disappear, for the slight clench in her heart caused by his absence to vanish, for tomorrow...
...for HIM.
She pressed her forehead against the glass pane. Cold underneath her skin.
Damn it all, she was missing him so bad right now.
Nami made a mental note to herself. The next time he flies out for one of his kendo competitions. She’s definitely coming with him.
Her eyes fluttered as she watched the night continue on ahead and lights flicker in the distance.
And when her eyes finally drifted close and sleep overtook her senses. The first snow of the season started falling down.
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Zoro sighed in relief as he stepped inside the inviting warmth and away from the outside cold. He brushed off some snowflakes that dusted his coat before shrugging it off and hanging it on one of the wall hooks near the door.
The traffic jam tonight caused by the snow was one for the books.
Good thing though his flight had touchdown before it actually started snowing. And it was even better that he was already halfway heading home before it began to fall.
Still that didn’t exempt him from getting caught in traffic.
He wasn’t due to be back today. He still had two days to spend at the competition, with all those formalities of meeting the sponsors and some of the other dojo masters. But he convinced Koushiro that it would be better if he be the one to accommodate them instead, knowing how Zoro usually lacks the patience to deal with all that shenanigans.
His sensei just gave him an understanding nod and a chuckle before saying, “Ah.” Like that simple word just summarized everything.
So he was in the first flight back home. Back to her. And it didn’t really help when he had gotten a signal at the airport and heard her voice in the message she sent.
He didn’t tell her he was coming back now. Sometimes it is much better to surprise her, so he can bask in the way her brown eyes light up, how that warm, almost glowing smile appear on her lips. Nami rarely gets surprise. And it is actually a treat to see when she does.
The entire house was silent. Zoro left his luggage near the front door and headed straight upstairs. He surmised Nami would be sleeping already. After spending so much time trying to kill her boredom and flitting about the entire house.
The moment he climbed the last step of the stairs, he froze.
Nami was slouched right in front of the balcony doors, head leaning on the glass, her hair covering her face.
He felt his heart jumped on his throat. What in the fucking hell happened here?
He ran up to her, bending down so he could check her.
Good fucking grief! This woman is really going to be the death of him.
Why in the world was she sleeping on floor while leaning against the balcony doors in a position that clearly says this could be a crime scene?!
He’s going to throttle her when she wakes up.
Zoro nudged her slightly. “Oi, witch.”
He was only answered by a soft snore as Nami drooped down some more, almost settling on the floor, still deep in her slumber.
“Nami,” he tried again and shook his head in disbelief when he didn’t receive any answer.
Freaking woman nearly gave him a heart attack.
He rubbed a hand against his face before running it against his hair, chuckling.
Zoro brushed the strands of her hair away from her face. Nami didn’t even stir. She just continued sleeping, snugged and seemingly cozy inside his oversized pajama top.
Whatever the hell she’s doing here, he’s just gonna chuck it in one of her weird antics that he can’t say he wasn’t fond of.
He carefully adjusted her position so he can lift her up in his arms.
He barely made three steps when she suddenly spoke.
“Zoro?”
“Hnn...” he grunted as he continued walking.
“You’re back!” She whispered almost excitedly, an almost glowing smile appearing on her face even as she looked at him sleepily.
“Yeah.”
She shifted slightly; arms reaching up to wrapped them around his neck, pressing her face against the crook of his neck to nuzzle it. Welcoming him home.
She seemed to take in his scent and his presence for a moment. Before tilting her head so she can look up at him.
“Where are we going?”
Zoro smirked. “Taking my wife to bed.”
“Oh,” she breathed out. Then she giggled, seemingly re-energized. This time she nimbly, shifted her body so she can wrap both of her legs around him.
“Welcome home then husband,” she murmured as she planted her lips on his, in the lightest, most welcoming kiss. “Tadaima.”
pulling me close (begging me to stay over)
Summary: Drunk Nami was going to be the end of him Rating: Explicit This can be found over on AO3
Hello I finally finished this.
Rated M for smut. 🫡
that fucking purple dress.
A tipsy Nami with a blushing Zoro under the mistletoe! My gift for @itsthemooface 🧡 I always enjoyed your ZoNa stories, hope that you like my fanart!! Thanks @zonamievents for make this event possible! Wearing red (underwear ❤) on the New Year's Eve means good luck for the future. Let's hope for a better year, for all of us and for our favorite pirates! 💚🧡
You’re Like Lightning In A Bottle.
ONE-SHOT.
Disclaimer: One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.
Rating: T
Author’s Note: so ive had awful writers block and i wrote this while trying to muscle through it, it’s basically an alternative version of the post time-skip scene where usopp meets up with nami for the first time
Summary: What if Zoro had ended up in the bar Nami was waiting in, and not Usopp?
AO3 link.
‘Fuck,’ he cursed to himself while glowering at the building that sat directly across the street from him, ‘Perona must have given him shit directions!’
For the better part of the last hour the pirate hunter had been wandering from grove to grove, searching for Shakky’s bar, and he was over it.
‘He’d just have to check in with her or Rayleigh later, in case more of the crew showed up. Right now, he was irritated and thirsty.’
Zoro pushed through a set of saloon doors, pausing the second that he laid eye on a woman seated at the bar counter with striking orange hair. ‘There was.. Something familiar about her...’
Stepping further into the building, he looked the redhead up and down, and spotted several shopping bags that were resting near her sandaled feet. Even though she wasn’t facing him, he felt like he knew her... Like he had a deep connection to her.
‘Orange hair.. A clear love for shopping.. And heeled sandals...’
His heart soared into his throat, and he began to unconsciously drift her way, an asteroid caught in the gravitational pull of a much larger planet.
‘Yeah... He definitely knew her.’
It cost him an almost concerning amount of effort to beat down the powerful urge he had to run and gather her in his arms. ‘Because, god - he’d missed her so fucking much. It was almost unbearable - but he was not about to embarrass himself by acting like that idiot cook.’
Though Zoro would have preferred to stay in the warm wake of nostalgia for a little longer, the sharp CLICK-CLICK of a gun being cocked to his left jerked his attention to the goofy man wielding it.
‘What in fresh hell..?’
Standing at a booth a few feet from the counter was a man dressed like Luffy, or at least, how Luffy dressed when the swordsman had first joined up, ‘...And were the clowns sitting with him supposed to be the other Straw Hats? Fucking idiots.’
It was a lucky thing that Zoro’s doppelganger wasn’t present, or he’d be sorely tempted to test out some of his new techniques on him. ‘He was almost disappointed not to have the excuse to get in a fight.’
“Nobody disrespects me!” The imposter Luffy shouted, recapturing the pirate hunter’s thoughts, but he was interrupted by the woman beside him who placed her hand on the barrel of the pistol.
Zoro took one look at her, snorted, and barely contained a cackle. ‘HAH! How the hell were people falling for this reindeer shit?’
“Let me handle this,” she took the gun and strutted towards the Straw Hat’s real navigator, sneering, “Har, har. You think you’re real cute, don’t you?” As she draped an arm over Nami’s shoulders, she leaned around her torso and pointed the weapon at her face.
On instinct, one of Zoro’s hands went to kitetsu’s hilt and he popped it loose with a flick of his thumb. The only thing that stopped him from acting was the cat burglar’s calm, bored expression despite there being a loaded weapon aimed right at her.
‘She looked like she had things under control.. But if that idiot redhead’s trigger finger even flinched, she was going to lose her entire hand.’
“I’ll make this super simple, okay?” Imposter Nami turned a sinister grin on his crew mate, “Either you come drink with captain Luffy, or you die,” she paused for a moment as if to let the message sink in, her grin stretching wider, “For your info, I have a bounty myself. I’m the Straw Hat’s navigator, Nami. You scared yet?”
‘All right, that was enough, he couldn’t stomach another second of this nonsense.’
The swordsman drew his weapon and swept across the floor in one quick, fluid motion. Coming to a stop behind both women, he lowered the katana between their heads, the deadly edge of his blade hovering very, very close to the imposter’s throat.
“Move,” he demanded, leveling the phony navigator with a violent eye that promised hell if she didn’t do exactly what he said. To emphasize how serious he was, his grip on the hilt flexed threateningly. When she didn’t respond, too frozen from a mixture of fear and shock from his sudden appearance, Zoro inched kitetsu so close that if she took too deep a breath - she’d slit her throat on it. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Seemingly coming to her senses, the redhead shrieked and jolted backwards, stumbling over her own feet till she crashed onto her rear. Somewhere along the way to the floor she dropped the gun, which Zoro spotted near Nami’s bar stool. He planted his boot on the pistol and dragged it over while lowering kitetsu. No one spoke as the swordsman turned to address the man who dared to parade around as his captain.
“Hello, captain,” he grinned like a shark that had locked on to its next meal, “Long time no see, huh?”
While their exchange was the center of attention, a few patrons had begun to whisper amongst themselves about the identity of the man with green hair making such a big scene out of the interaction.
“...I think I’ve seen his face somewhere...” “...Did he say captain?...” “...Someone look for his wanted poster...” “...Swear I had one here...’
Papers rustling as they were sifted through followed as Zoro continued to leer at the group of thugs, swinging kitetsu up to rest the back of the blade across his shoulders, “You got anything to say to me, rubber boy?”
Soon the comments grew plenty and loud enough for the phony Straw Hats to hear snippets from the people sitting closest to them.
“...That’s Pirate Hunter Zoro I’m sure of it...” “...But he doesn’t have a scar in the picture...” “...I thought he was part of Straw Hat’s crew...” “...Is this a mutiny?...”
The sneer that he wore turned malevolent as he watched the color drain from each pretender’s face. ‘They must have finally figured out how bad they fucked up, strutting around and disgracing the Straw Hats’ name, disgracing Luffy’s name, the way they were.’
Zoro opened his mouth but just as he was about to threaten their lives the woman beside him rose and rounded her stool. She stood right in front of him as she grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards hers. “That’s enough, moss head,” the navigator said in a stern tone that mimicked her expression.
“Huh?” His hackles rose as he prepared to start an argument - but he faltered some when Nami’s glare turned severe. If they weren’t in public he might have cringed away from her.
“I said that’s enough,” she repeated herself, piercing all the way into his soul with the heat of her scowl, “Help me with my bags, we’re leaving.”
Zoro snorted, jerking his chin out of her grip and side-stepping away from her, “I’m not a pack mule, carry them your fucking self you lazy brat.”
The navigator scoffed and settled her hands onto her hips as she watched him sheath his sword, “You’ve got all those muscles, but you can’t carry a couple shopping bags?”
“Oh shut the hell up, Nami.”
“Zoro, would you just do it so we can leave?” Nami stepped up to the pirate hunter and traced her pointer finger down the length of his exposed sternum, leveling him with a needy expression, “...Please?”
For a reason he couldn’t fathom, he felt his face heat up.
‘Fuck, was he blushing?? Shit, what the hell!! What was wrong with him?? Two years ago he could hold his ground no problem,’ Zoro clenched his jaw as he fought himself from giving the redhead her way, ‘..But Nami was so close. And.. She looked so good... God, she smelled even better. Was she casting a spell on him?’
“.......“ He was silent for several seconds before he released a very displeased growl and bent over to gather all of her bags up in one hand.
“Good boy,” the navigator winked as she grabbed his free hand and towed him towards the exit the moment he’d straightened up, “Let’s go!”
“Quit fuckin’ treating me like a dog, Nami!” Her crew mate snarled as he followed after the cat burglar, vehemently trying to ignore the jolt that had rocketed up his arm and down his spine when she touched him. ‘What the fuck was that about? Why did he feel so nervous and giddy just because she was holding his hand?? Fuck.’
Not even two seconds after she dragged him through the bar doors, Zoro heard what sounded like a lightning bolt strike directly behind him, and spun around without letting go of Nami. The entire building was lit up with jagged, electric yellow beams, like there was a thunderstorm raging inside.
His jaw fell open but he didn’t notice. ‘How’d she do that?’ The pirate hunter followed her through the crowded walkway into an alley between two stores where they could lay low, absentmindedly hanging onto her fingers the whole time.
“Why are you such a drama queen?” The navigator heaved a heavy sigh once she was sure the coast was clear, turning a chastising stare on her crew mate.
“Who the hell are you calling a drama queen?!”
“You! You didn’t need to go and play knight in shining armor, I could have handled myself.”
‘Was she seriously trying to lecture him? Already??’ The pirate hunter crowded her up against the alley wall and pinned her hand right above her head so he could get in her face, “I wasn’t rescuing you, woman. I just got fed up watching that shitshow, and decided to put a stop to it.”
“Sure, tough guy,” Nami smirked, though it was small, and slipped her fingers into the top of his haramaki, pulling him closer to her, “You weren’t trying to defend my honor?”
Zoro tried to convince himself that her touch didn’t shock him to the core with an overwhelming need to kiss her. ‘Fuck... Why did he feel like this? Was he sick? What the hell was coming over him?’ He closed some of the space between their faces, his eye tracing from her eyebrows down her nose to her mouth where they lingered.
“What honor does a thief like you have for me to defend?” His heart thumped unevenly as he spoke, fingers tensing and relaxing around the handles of the shopping bags he was still holding. ‘...He wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.’
“Are you saying I’m honorless?” The corner of her lips twitched up as she traced a finger beneath his jaw, lifting her chin a couple centimeters, “How rude, I guess you didn’t learn any manners in two years, hmm?”
“What did you expect?” Zoro chuckled quietly and moved in even closer, his eyelid falling halfway shut, “You think I’d turn into the love-cook just because I missed you?”
“Did you miss me, tiger?”
‘Shit.. He hadn’t meant to tell her that. If she knew how he felt about her she’d probably use it against him, but..’ His surroundings all seemed to blend together, and flow with his doubts to the back of his mind, ‘He had missed her a lot. He’d missed her so much that it made his chest and throat burn like he’d drank a pot of boiling water.’
“Maybe...” the swordsman murmured after his brief stint of silence, brushing the end of his nose against hers, “Did you miss me?”
Nami played with her crew mate’s earrings as his head tipped to the right, then cupped the side of his face in her palm, “Maybe.”
“Witch.” Zoro murmured close to lovingly as a short, breathy scoff escaped his throat. He smiled as he leaned the rest of the way in, and when he kissed her a current of electricity seemed to jump from her skin into his.
It fried every inch of his body from the top of his head, to the tips of his fingers and the ends of his toes. Kissing Nami was like kissing a lightning storm.. where even her taste electrocuted him. He was practically humming with all the energy that coursed through his nervous system.
'Shit.. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive.’ The swordsman broke away for a moment to steady his breathing and settle his cycloning thoughts, 'Hell, if he wasn't careful - There was a good chance he could get addicted to this woman. Or maybe he already was...’