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Wrapped Around my finger (18+)

(assassin swordsman Zoro x criminal surgeon Law) Synopsis: Law has been doing many illegal activities around the city, and Zoro has been assigned by his superiors to eliminate him, but things are turning out more difficult than necessary to eliminate someone you once had relations with… Cw: drugging, assassination, oral (m! receiving), anal penetration, slightly ooc, law’s a manipulator, slightly toxic, jacking off, temporary amnesia, past lovers, law is lowkey obsessed, angst, hurt no comfort wc: 5.6k

The city looms with the darkness of a stormy night; taxis invade the streets to take employees home, thousands of umbrellas occupy the pedestrian walkway with unbothered civilians, and the bright neon lights of billboards decorate the walls of the towering buildings of the city’s central. Above it all, a figure covered with a deep forest green coat, black undergarments, three swords, three golden earrings, and a scar blinding his left eye observes over the city, lightning striking behind him. The gaze this man has over the city is deadly, precise, and intricate, taking in every detail the bustling centre has to offer; every cellphone switched on, every offsetting footstep, every abnormal presence. The man breathes in deeply before jumping down the building, catching onto a flagpole before using it as leverage to strike down on a deal happening in a back alley with supersonic speed. Before the two men could even realise what had happened, they both had been struck with precision across their throats, not a single sound emitted from them except the thuds of their bodies on the floor. The agile man arose from his crouched position, sheathing the two swords he took out mid-flight towards the two.

“Target eliminated,” he finished gruffly before disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway, the bling of his earrings being the last visible thing.

“Zoro. Report to HQ with immediate effect. Nami will pick you up two streets down.”

“Copy,” the cloaked man known as Zoro replies monotonously as he jumps up against the apartment staircases to reach the rooftop to scope for Nami’s Aston Vantage. Once he spots the car, he immediately begins leaping and parkouring his way into the vehicle, Nami leaving the canopy open since she’s used to his outlandish antics. With a sudden thud, Zoro lands in the passenger seat. Nami closes the canopy and continues driving toward HQ.

“You could've at least disposed of the bodies when you finished slitting their goddamn throats,” the ginger complains as she sighs into her steering wheel, “you have no idea how cumbersome it is to try to clean up your messy assassinations without getting weird stares. I just got my nails done as well! You’re getting accumulated interest for that stunt.”

“Hey! It was two lowly nobodies,” Zoro turns to his partner, appalled by her audacity, “I don't owe you shit, Nami!!”

Nami just sighs, a small conniving grin slowly creeps onto her face, “Oh, no worries. Then maybe next time I’ll just tell the higher-ups about how sloppy you are when it comes to finishing the job and how your partner always has to clean up your mess. I’d say that's a bit sexist considering our roles in this duo,” her gaze peers to Zoro’s confused one, “I wonder what’d they do if they found out how consistently messy and sexist their top assassin really is, he would probably be taken out right there and then,” she giggles, “but oh well since you don't want to pay me to shut up i guess you dont–”

“You little! Fine, I’ll pay you by Sunday,” Zoro grumbles. The idea of losing this job is one he cannot afford to make a reality, mainly because violence is all he knows.

“Thank you for your cooperation!” Nami winks as they head down into an alleyway that opens up to a tunnel. The tunnel seems never-ending until they reach a massive, wide-open space filled with many more sports cars and fellow assassins walking around, practising their aim with guns, agility training facilities, and many more. Nami slows the car as they reach the end of the container, turning off the engine as they step out and head toward the elevator.

“God dammit, how come that mosshead ended up with my sweet Nami while I get stuck with this cowardly sniper?” a blonde smoker grumbles as his partner nips the final piece holding the cutout’s head together from 500 meters away with a bullet. His partner turns to him and sighs, “With how you sometimes act around ladies, Sanji, it’s with valid reason.”

Before the elevator closed, Zoro decided to throw a cheeky comment Sanji’s way, “At least I don't have curly eyebrows and reek of cigarettes to throw off my flow!” The elevator then closed before Sanji could have had a chance.

The ride up to the top was quiet, but not from awkwardness; Zoro just happens to be a shy person, disguising it as nonchalance. Upon arriving at the boss’s office at the top, Zoro and Nami step out to a spacious room, walls decorated with trophies modelled as meatbones and animals, crowns, mementoes from the boss’s friends, and much more. When the elevator doors close, the big swivel chair spins around to reveal their younger boss, snoozing in the most uncomfortable position; it’s not surprising to the partners to find their boss asleep like that. Nami sighs begrudgingly before walking up to him, backhanding her boss to wake him up, the youngin jolting awake at the sting, rubbing his cheek to ease the pain.

“Nami, you could've at least shaken me awake; your methods are scary.”

“My methods have a 100% success rate, boss,” she argues back, “now what’d you call us both up here for?”

Zoro stays quiet, not only because he didn't know what to say during the interaction, but also because he knows Nami’s wrath all too well.

“Huh?....oh right!! The new intel!” their curly-haired boss snickers before sitting up straight, Zoro inching closer to hear their new mission. “According to our fellow doctor, Tony Chopper, there’s been illegal experimentation going around the city, and for quite some time, without any of us realising,” the boss reaches down to his drawer to drop some files onto his desk, attempting to avoid the cleaned-out plates of bones and pasta scattered all over. Nami carefully picks up the folder, only to find two sheets of paper containing only witness descriptions and a few snapshots of the person’s movements.

“Wait, that’s it?! Luffy, we can't work with this,” Nami’s tone shifts to impossibility, going through what little intel they've been given, “surely there’s gotta be more?”

“Sorry, Nami,” Luffy sighs as he reaches for a drumstick on a plate, “but this guy is tricky. He’s rumoured to be extremely intelligent and intricate about how he operates. I do trust you two can complete this job, yes?”

Zoro decides to chime in, “What about Franky and Robin? This seems to be more up their lane.”

“They got caught up in another job. I would ask Brook, but something came up with one of his previous jobs’ clients. Jinbei still has his undercover job with Big Mom, so you two are my only other options.”

Zoro makes a sound, not out of annoyance but one of understanding. “Can’t be helped, I guess. Any hints on how to get more intel?”

“Whoa, Zoro, think about this for once!” Nami turns to his partner, “We’re talking about one of the smartest criminals out there! We can’t be throwing ourselves into this possibly endless goose chase, knowing we can't even get a sliver of information!”

“I read somewhere the price for his head is about 3 billion dollars; he must really be–”

“Let’s go to Chopper’s clinic!” Nami squeals as she grabs Zoro’s forearm and drags him back down to the garage, “Don’t worry, boss! We’ll be done before you can say ‘chicken noodle soup’!” and before Zoro could even get a word of input, the elevator lift closes; Luffy laughs at the two and turns his chair to view the dark city night.

Zoro and Nami arrive at the clinic Chopper’s been dispatched to. Upon exiting the car, Zoro felt a chilling gaze set upon the two, his eyes darting to find where they could be staring at them from. Just before giving up, a glint of golden pupils catches his grey pupil’s attention up on the clinic’s roof before it vanishes, immediately setting Zoro into action. He jumps up onto a nearby streetlight, catching Nami way off guard, and uses the pole to catapult himself onto the roof. He lands crouched on the edge, his eyes filled with murderous intent upon seeing a black doctor's coat with yellow leopard-like markings play with the shadows of the night. Without further hesitation, Zoro unsheathes his swords and immediately strikes for the darkness, the power within his swing toppling over some trash cans and sending pigeons flying; only to stand up and realise that he didn't slice anything. Confused, he wanders around the roof. I could've sworn I saw a figure…

“Zoro!! Get your ass down here! Chopper has something for us!” Nami shouts from her car, resting against the canopy. A moment passes before Zoro just sighs and jumps back down, sheathing the two swords he took out to look down at their junior doctor.

“Zoro, Nami!! It’s been a while!” the young boy, Dr Chopper, cheerfully greets as he hugs the two before leading them into the closed clinic.

The two are seated on an operating bench while Chopper pulls up his chair with another file he was able to construct for the two. “I don't have much more info for you two, but I was able to snag a name: Surgeon of Death.” The two nod at the new information, Zoro still hung on to the idea that he actually spotted him on the roof earlier. “I don’t know exactly why, but up until a few days ago, he’s been buying medicine from me under the alias ‘Torao’, which I believe he changes the compositional structure before re-distributing illegally alongside his unusual surgeries.”

“Do you know how long he’s been your client?” Nami chimes in.

“I wanted to search back on the system, but it seems his first few transactions have been wiped, “ Chopper spins to his desktop, opening up all the transactions from the past ten months. “I couldn’t find anything else on him, but maybe you should try my friend from the underground, Bepo. He should have something on him since he used to work with him from what I remember.”

Zoro immediately stands up and walks out of the room before closing the door. He thanks Chopper, and Nami quickly gets Bepo’s whereabouts before following close behind. As they enter her car, Zoro feels a paper crumple in one of his scabbards. Curious, he picks it out of the cramped space and analyses its words:

So close yet so far, Roronoa You could've had me if your little partner hadn't called you down. Saturday, Punk Hazard Laboratories. -L

L?? Is this Surgeon?? Zoro keeps this information to himself, crumpling the paper into one of his back pockets as Nami starts the engine and cruises through the night to the location Chopper gave them.

“You seem quieter. Something on your mind?” Name comments, eyes deadset on the road, noticing her partner isn't as responsive as usual (mind you, he isn't as responsive initially) “Hm? It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

“You and thinking don't usually go hand-in-hand,” she snorts a little, getting a ticked off sound from him, “you know you can talk to me if something’s up.”

“Noted.” Nothing more than a single word as he looks out the window, questioning the true intentions of this Torao guy; the secretive appearance, the crumpled paper in his sword scabbard. There seems to be more to him, and Zoro wants to know.

They reach an underground boxing arena, most likely an unregistered one. Nami parks her car in an alleyway before draping it over to avoid suspicion. She heads to her boot and takes out one of her favourite fashionable jackets, Zoro deadpanning her.

“What? God forbid a girl dress up for the occasion?”

“It’s an underground boxing arena.. And we’re here for work, not betting against old rich guys.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouts, but sashayed on toward the door, Zoro just sighing and following behind, until he gets pulled into the shadows; his mouth covered to avoid any noise and with such suddenness that Nami hadn't realised her partner wasn’t following behind her. Zoro tries to use brute force to escape the tight grip before he feels the chill of a venomous voice slither up his neck.

“It’s only a matter of time, Roronoa,” he whispers before stabbing him in the neck with a syringe. Luminous green liquid begins to flow into his bloodstream, and his veins begin to pop out of his neck. Due to his mouth being covered, all he could let escape his mouth were grunts and muffled words. The mysterious figure lets out a low chuckle before letting him go and once again disappearing into the shadows, Zoro unsheathing his swords, ready to attack, but not sensing his presence anywhere. Stunned by what happened within the past minute, for the first time, he’s frozen. Frozen with confusion, oddity, and… yearning? What yearning could this be? The yearning to finally put down this sly surgeon or the yearning to know who he really is that has him burning hot with embarrassment and…pleasure. Wait, pleasure?! He looks down and lo and behold, a tent has formed against his skintight jumpsuit. Surprised at his body’s inconvenient timing, he moves his sword belt so that the three swords hang in front of his boner as he hurriedly catches up to Nami, who’s already made her way inside.

The place erupts with noise as one opponent gets knocked down in the ring, many men clinging to pints of beer and roughhousing each other. Zoro manages to catch up to Nami, holding her close to avoid weirdos from even attempting to reach for her. As the two weave through the crowd, Zoro’s senses become a bit dazed; his movements become sluggish, and his vision becomes delayed. He tries his best to maintain his sanity, trying not to do anything that’ll make Nami suspicious of his demeanour or start any unnecessary fights. As he tries to adjust his focus again, flashes of the surgeon come and go between the crowds; a demented smile plastered on his face as his huge snow leopard-patterned hat disguises his hair and eyes, almost as though he’s teasing Zoro’s very existence and playing in his face since he isn’t in the right form to attack.

By some lucky star, he, alongside Nami, makes it to the VIP section where this supposed Bepo guy hosts these fights. Two bodyguards appear before the door, one in a shark hat and one in a penguin hat, and block the two assassins from entering. Nami comes forward and hands them a letter Chopper wrote in case access would be difficult for them. The shark hat guard takes the note, reads it, and nods to the penguin-hat guard, both of them stepping aside for the duo to enter.

The VIP section is lavish; premium bars, buffet with an endless food supply, and on the far right, three humongous couches facing a window dangling above the boxing ring. Zoro already begins levitating to the bar when Nami grips his forearm with brute force and gives him a ‘don't you dare’ look, a jolt of fear zips through Zoro as he defeatedly follows the ginger to the couches. Seated right in the centre with piles of money sat the alleged Bepo; a huge figure, silver hair running down his forearms as they bulge out his half-folded up white dress shirt, short silver hair styled back as he wears black circular sunglasses, leaned back comfortably against the soft velvet couch.

“I take it you’re Nami and Zoro?” the man comments, counting the bills in his hand with some seafood in his mouth.

“How did you–”

“Dr Chopper alerted me of your coming,” he sighs before standing up. The moment he towers over the two, Zoro carefully reaches for his swords, still not fully healed from the substance, but he won't waste a second if things go south. Nami and Bepo have a little stare off before the serious demeanour of Bepo drops with immediate effect and embraces the two in a bear hug. “I have BEEN waiting to see you guys!! My two favourite assassins on the block!”

“Huh?!” Nami and Zoro question, not being able to garner much air from the tightness of the hug, tapping Bepo’s back to let them breathe.

“Oh, sorry,” he lets go of them, straightening anything that got crumpled in the hug, “the doctor’s told me so much about you. Ahem,” he snaps for two guys to clear the money on the couch before leading the two to the furniture, “please. Take a seat. The rest of you get out. Now.” The seriousness in his tone sent everyone scrambling out of the section, leaving those three and the two bodyguards outside.

“We heard you’ve had communications with this Surgeon of Death,” Nami slides the criminal file over to him, “got anything that’ll help with finding him?”

The snow-coloured man pondered for a bit, his calloused fingers running through the slivers of his forming beard. A few moments pass before he snaps his fingers, and Nami and Zoro’s attention is set on him.

“I remember now! Man, has it been so long!” He heartily laughs and sits back on the couch, “His name is Trafalgar Law.”

Something in Zoro snaps.

“I just remember at some point he worked with your boss while I was still around; wayyy before he went ‘rogue,’ one would say.”

A sword begins to unsheathe.

“I would suggest either checking Winner Casino in the east part of the city or that rundown suburb, Flevance. That’ll hel–”

Before he could even finish, Zoro was halfway across the couch, murderous intent in his eyes as he lunged for Bepo. Luckily, Nami was able to pin him down with swiftness as two guards came rushing in and pointed pistols at his head. Bepo could only lean back in terror at what the half-blind assassin had done. Five seconds pass, and Zoro snaps out of the trance he was put in, his hands behind his back, Nami as well, as they get taken out of the vip section, tossed out the back as though they were rubbish.

Both of them regain consciousness, Nami being quicker as she grabs Zoro by his short punk hair like she was about to rip it clean off his head.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! We were getting good info on our target, and Bepo was warming up to us!!” She screamed into his ear.

“What do you mean? That Law guy was just about to slit Bepo’s throat. I only moved accordingly,” Zoro groans as he rubs his head, his brain still sort of fuzzy.

“What are you talking about?? There was no one behind Bepo. Even I would've noticed a knife by his neck,” she huffs out, dropping his head back down as she heads to her car, “whatever sick dream you think this is, you better wake the fuck up now. We got business to handle.”

Zoro arose from his position, confused at Nami’s words. But he was about to kill Bepo. I saw the knife and his conniving grin plastered on his face as the knife drew closer to his neck. I..Did I really see that alone?

The drive to Zoro’s apartment was quiet. He almost killed their only source of information on their target, got them kicked out, and worst of all, (well, according to Nami) he soiled her favourite fur coat when they got tossed out. Upon arrival, before he could step out the car, Nami said monotonously, “We meet back at HQ at 3 pm sharp tomorrow. You'd better cut whatever’s going on in the mosshead of yours out by that time, or I'll be taking this case on solo.” Zoro just huffs out as he steps out, Nami speeding off into the cold, rainy night.

His apartment is minimalistic; a few weights, a couch, a tv and a bed, with a kitchen on the side. Closing the door and kicking off his boots, he heads to the fridge for a bottle of sake when–

“Nice place you got, Roronoa-ya,” a chilling voice echoes through the empty room, his swords unsheathed and ready to strike.

“Who wants to get sliced and diced tonight?” The swordsman’s eyes are quick, navigating the area for any traces of this mysterious voice that looms in the night.

“Oh, I know you wouldn't cut me up,” a hand slides across Zoro’s back with delicacy, causing him to turn around to a whole bunch of nothing, “you wouldn't dare cut up your only boyfriend now, would you?” the voice snickers, still lingering in the shadows of the dimmed room.

“Boyfriend?” Zoro scoffs, “I don’t focus my attention on sappy relationships, let alone with a man.” “If that’s the case,” the voice looms closer, lips barely kissable from Zoro’s ear, “then why is it your body reacts so obediently at the mere sound of my voice?” he chuckles before feeling around Zoro’s waist, tatted hands slide gently across the swordman’s toned abs before leading up to his neck with a scalpel. “You are going to forget this night ever happened, Roronoa-ya, and I’ll make sure of it.”

Zoro makes haste and turns around, grabbing the hand before it vanishes into the shadows to reveal the target he and Nami have been searching for: a humongous snow leopard hat, tattoos from his collar-bone down and glowing golden eyes akin to those of a panther in the night.

Trafalgar Law.

The mere sight of him caused Zoro to stutter in his movements; he did not move to stab his vital points, nor did he swing to slice his head off to return to his boss, Luffy, as a trophy. He didn’t move at all. His eye widened as though he saw an ex-lover who was thought to be lost forever. Was that the case? Even if it was, how would I end up forgetting what he looked like?

Law saw the distraught in his eye, a sly grin played on his face as he moved his lips to his neck, nipping at the skin to leave marks.

“Your mind will always forget me, yet your body remembers every touch. Enjoy it while you can, swordsman,” he continues to move down, slowly undressing the swordsman in the kitchenette as Zoro couldn’t do anything but stifle groans at the pleasure the very person he was meant to catch was giving him. His grip on Law’s wrist and his sword loosened at the sensation of his lips; his sideburns and goatee brushing against his rigid skin as his veiny hand moves to uncap him and run his fingers through his spiky, raven hair.

“Impatient, I see. Let the doctor fix you up.” At this moment, Law is on his knees, face to face with an aching bulge waiting to be freed. A small flush of pink dusts Zoro as he sees him kneeling in front of his erection. Both from embarrassment and desire. All he could let out was a grunt and a small nod before looking away, too ashamed to bear witness to what he’s allowing from both himself and the person he was set out to assassinate. No further time was wasted, as Law pulls down the assassin’s underwear; his erecting bouncing against his abdomen before facing him once more, precum dribbling against the bell of his tip.

“I never got tired of this view, you know,” Law begins, taking the girthy erect in his hand, pumping slowly, a loud groan escaping Zoro’s lips as he leans against the kitchen’s island for stabilisation. Each pump feels, for some reason, nostalgic to the mint-haired man as his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Law, after a few more pumps, decides to slowly encapsulate his dick with his mouth, suctioning it from the tip to bottoming him at his pelvic area. The mere feel of Law’s soggy walls against his length had Zoro’s head tilted back and grip on his hair tenser, Law continuing to bob his head to and from his pelvic area. Zoro knows this is wrong; this man is probably toying with him. From the moment above the clinic, to the unexpected drugging, to an illusion of him behind his former co-worker. This was all to toy with Zoro’s reality and his emotions. Yet, here he is, getting a blowjob by that same manipulator. His balls tighten as he reaches his climax, his dick moving around in Law’s mouth as strings of cum splatter around his mouth. He pants heavily as he lifts the surgeon up from his kneeling position, hair still gripped tight.

“That felt good, didn't it? Agh,” Law grunts at the pain from the grip, yet the pleasure from sucking off the swordsman.

“Why are–why are you doing this to me?” Zoro huffs, still coming down from his high, “Who are you exactly?”

“Didn't you hear me the first time, Roronoa-ya?” Law chuckles, his face brought closer by the swordsman as one of his swords sits deathly close to his neck, “I’m your boyfriend.”

“Impossible.” Zoro’s eye grows thin, like an eagle who has eyes on their prey, “If I had a lover, I would fucking be aware of it. So what the fuck,” he shakes the surgeon by his hair again, “is your business with me?”

“I’m just here to please my stubbornly shy boyfriend,” he snickers, “after all: you will forget this night ever happened anyway as you try to search for me tomorrow thanks to my drug.”

“What the fuck did you put in that–” Zoro couldn't finish as Law grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a messy kiss. Stunned by the suddenness, Zoro tries to pull out of it, but it’s no use; his body wants to pull Law closer, turn them around and pin him on the island, but his brain wants to end this toxic, messed-up hookup and eliminate him right there and then.

Whatever took over his mind in the next three seconds was beyond his control, as something switched and he no longer was sceptical about his actions as he gave into the kiss, pushing his tongue into Law’s mouth as the hand he was gripping his hair descended to his neck and the other by his hip. Law chuckles into the kiss, getting exactly what he wanted as he moves the two to his bedroom. The heavy rain of the night is the only light and sound for the two as they collapse against the bedding, their two bodies making the bed creak as the kiss deepens. Left with barely any room to breathe, Zoro flips Law around, still connected by the lips as Law’s on all fours in front of him, hands moving aggressively yet with precision to remove the blue jeans he had on.

They release each other from the kiss, catching their breath as Zoro’s swollen lips move to kiss him on Law’s nape, moving steadily to unclothe him from his black and yellow cloak and his underwear, revealing his gaping anus, practically begging to be explored. Zoro aligns his length to the minute hole, lifting Law up by his neck so that his back is practically attached to his chest.

“Breathe, I don't want to hurt you,” Zoro murmurs low, nipping Law’s ear just above his earrings.

“Funny, five minutes ago you wanted to do nothing but hurt me,” he chuckles, “but okay.” he breathes in slowly, calming his heart as Zoro slowly penetrates him, the immense pain from the stretch causing both of them to wince, more Law than Zoro as a small whimper escaped Law’s lips.

“Oh fuck, how you’re so sexy,” Zoro groans as he leaves a hickey on Law’s collarbone, just above his tattoo, “now take all of me like I know you can.”

Zoro continues to move in deeper; the tight, fleshy walls of Law continue to compress and retract around him before he bottoms out. They stay in that position before Zoro lets go of Law’s neck. His huge hands move down his toned body and settle by his hips as he leans down a little.

“Make sure to breathe,” his voice is low against Law’s ear as he begins to slowly move out, causing Law to moan a little.

“Tch, you didn't tell me you were gonna move, idiot.”

Zoro grunts, a chuckle seeped underneath as he continues to thrust in and out, “yet you still take me so well for someone with a smart mouth.”

“Shut -ngh- up,” Law groans as his eyes roll back to his brain and his head gets pushed into the bedding as Zoro thrusts deeper. It all feels too familiar to Zoro, his subconscious aware of the situation but unable to take control. Unable to snap out of the idea of giving backshots to not just any random man, but his alleged boyfriend, whom he’s meant to kill. That same concept kept swirling in his mind throughout the night, because even though he knows he should stop, he is physically incapable of stopping. Zoro reaches to spread Law’s asscheeks further as he thrusts deeper, each push stimulating his climax further; a few more groans escape his lips before he pulls out to pump his seed on Law’s back. Both continue to pant as Law turns to face Zoro, busy pumping his own length at the beautiful sight of his “man” being absolutely battered at how well his hole took him. Zoro stared down at him with confusion, lust, and questioning. Why am i so sexually driven? Why did that feel so good? Is he really my boyfriend? So many questions swirl in his mind as he plummets next to Law, assisting him in finishing him off. After Law cums in his hand, he looked up at his glowing golden eyes, lost in their beauty yet unaware of how they’ve trapped him in this endless cycle they’ve been in for the past 2 years.

*flashback two years prior*

After the intense cold war Luffy’s assassination firm had with one of the Four Fathers of the city, Kaido, Law and Zoro had realised how close they’d gotten during the conflict. Every interaction with each other’s organisations, they’d leave subtle yet impactful hints for each other; sitting oddly close to each other in meetings, more glances than usual across the room, leaving assassination tips underneath their paperwork when the latter doesnt notice. They’ve been at it for months, and even their respective organisations didn't even know that they ended up together at some point. They had to keep it secret for the sake of themselves and any rogue organisations that’ll use it against them.

During a mission Zoro had, he was mid-mission when he had gotten a morse-code message from Law. They usually did this as their form of communication since phones are trackable. It was an emergency message. Law had been set up and was about to be executed. Without further hesitation, Zoro finished off his kill and blitzed to the scene, leaving Nami to yet again clean up his mess. The only downfall was that Zoro’s sense of direction was beyond help. He kept circling the city, ending up everywhere but the location of where Law was. In the end, he realised it was too late, and Law didn’t want Zoro to be burdened by the idea of him not being able to protect his loved ones, so he planted a small auto-injecting syringe in Zoro’s earpiece that, when stabbed, the user will have their memories altered to forget a person’s existence. Before Law initiated that syringe’s actions, he morse-coded that he would never stop loving him, no matter what he may become in the future to come. The harsh reality was that Law felt the path he was to face after this face-off with Blackbeard would lead him back to his ways before meeting Luffy and them, and he didn’t want to face Zoro with all this. So he had to keep what they had together for himself, and save Zoro the misery and weight of the idea of his boyfriend ultimately becoming a criminal again.

*back to the present*

The afternoon light peeks gently into the apartment’s windows, the bed resulting in one body when two were evident during the night. Zoro grumbles at the light interrupting his sleep, sitting up and placing a hand on his forehead from the pain. He doesnt even remember returning to his apartment, nor the fact that he took off all his clothes and how messy his bed became. He knew he was a deep sleeper, but he never moved around like this. He paid no mind to it but would keep it as a note to install cameras for the future. His phone buzzed against the pedestal, and he saw Nami’s many texts and phone calls. Realising the time, he dashed to change and head back to work, unaware that Law was looking over him again; across the street, behind an alleyway with his usual shit-eating grin.

And every other day, the same routine occurred; Nami and Zoro would get a hint on how to eliminate Law, with Law popping up every now and again during the mission to toy with Zoro, drugging him so that he would never remember these experiences and have manipulative sex. Zoro would never understand why it was so hard to catch this guy; meanwhile, the whole time, Law has him wrapped around his tattooed finger.

im sorry if the ending is lowkey bums i've been writing this fic for weeks now and exmas are coming up, so i didnt want to leave this to be finished in June :/