#zoro fluff

[too-pxnk-4u]

✧ Zoro x Reader — Not Going Anywhere✧

Fluff | Established Relationship | Modern/Domestic AU | A cold morning where leaving his arms feels impossible…

Morning arrives quietly, like it forgot to knock.

Outside, the cold presses against the windows, turning the world into something pale and distant.

Inside? It's warm. Soft. Safe.

You wake slowly, one muscle at a time. Warmth is the first thing you notice.

Heavy. Solid. Beating.

Your cheek is pressed against Zoro's chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear like a slow drum keeping rhythm just for you.

One arm slung around you, loose but immovable. Not that you intend to move.

You finally notice a faint clicking sound. A regular tempo. You blink, eyes adjusting. You tilt your head just enough to see it.

A small gaming device in his large hands. Of course.

Zoro is wide awake, staring down at the screen, one hand holding it steady, thumb on the stick while the other lazily taps buttons.

No urgency. No intention of moving.

"...Morning," you mumble, voice soft with sleep. "Mm."

That's it. That's all you get. You huff quietly against his chest, but you don't move away. Instead—

you shift slightly, adjusting so you're more comfortably draped over him. His thumb pause for half a second.

Just to make sure you're settled.

Then continues. Peak "mosshead" behavior.

You smile to yourself. Fine. If he's committing to the game— you're going to give him something else to focus on...

You lift your head just enough— and press a soft, feather-light kiss to his chest.

No reaction.

Another one. A little higher.

Still nothing.

Your lips trail slowly upward, unhurried, like you've got all morning and nowhere else to be.

Chest. Collarbone. Pause.

His fingers move slower on the controller. Just a little.

You hide your smile against his skin and keep going. Another kiss. Then another. Up his neck now.

He exhales through his nose.

"...You're awake," he mutters, voice rough with sleep and something sharper.

You hum softly in response, lips brushing just under his jaw.

The game?

Definitely not his focus anymore.

You press one more kiss on his jaw, lingering slightly— And that's when his patience breaks.

"...I hope that kiss comes before breakfast." His tone dry, lazy.

You freeze for half a second. Then pull back just enough to look at him.

One eye barely open, green and heavy-lidded, fixed on you now instead of the screen.

The small console lowers slightly. There it is.

That quiet, caveman-level demand. You definitely didn't get with him for his sugarcoating.

You raise a brow. "...Oh?"

He shrugs, like it's obvious. "Don't see you aiming for it."

You scoff softly. "Maybe I'm pacing myself."

His arm tightens around your waist just a fraction, pulling you closer.

"Bad plan."

You lean in slightly.

"...Why's that?"

His gaze drops to your lips. Slow. Unapologetic.

"'Cause I'm getting impatient."

Right there, you almost break character. But you keep your composure.

Instead, you let the moment stretch just enough to tease him, tilting your chin up. Challenging.

Then finally—

you close the distance.

Soft at first. Warm. Slow. The kind of kiss that fits the morning.

He hums against your lips, satisfied, one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, keeping you there just a second longer than necessary.

When you pull back, he exhales quietly. "...Morning."

The portable console gets tossed somewhere to the side of the bed without a second thought.

Mission accomplished.

You settle back against his chest, smug now.

"...Better?" you murmur.

His hand drifts lazily up your back.

"Mm." A beat. "...Now we can eat." You snort softly.

But neither of you moves.

Breakfast can wait. You wouldn't trade a warm bed on a cold morning for anything else.

Zoro's arm tightens around you just enough to say— you're not going anywhere.

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[lvmimis]

cw: quickwrite. fluff.

"you know... you're too heavy for this."

'this' is zoro who has suddenly shown up as you were re-stitching the hem of a torn shirt (yours, but with one of his repaired and draped over the chair beside you), kneeling before your feet, and pressing his head into your lap.

it's disturbed your stitching slightly, but deftly you've moved your handiwork out of the way, careful not to use your needle and poke out his other eye - something he really should consider the next time. ordinarily, you'd try to pay him no mind, and let him rest as you continued your work, but today he holds on so tightly you wonder if he's attempting to tell you something without actually saying a word.

"you okay?" you finally ask.

face still buried in your lap, you hear a muffled 'yes', and snort to yourself.

"are you being a big baby because you need to be or is there something i should be asking you?"

still muffled, without moving his face, he mutters,

"you're not very nurturing, are you?"

"nope!" you offer cheerfully.

it's his turn to snort, but he hasn't let go still. your free hand rubs carefully over the short crop of his hair, then you let out a sigh.

"you sure you're all right?"

zoro still doesn't say a word. your mind passes quickly through the last few days - conversations, battles, meals, anything that could upset or anything that could cause a surge of emotional fondness... you find that with zoro, all of his emotions mingle and mesh together, muddled and compressed so tightly that they come out as one thing.

which may be him holding you so tightly right now without a word.

as you ponder this for a moment, your hand in rhythmic motion as you stare out at the expanse of the deep blue sea before you, he finally inhales deeply, then sighs.

"you're doing it again."

you blink, then look at him. finally, his head tilts up, his chin resting on the curve of your knee.

"doing what?"

"treating me like i'm some kind of puppy."

your head tilts gently to the side.

"you're the one who came here wordlessly for a hug. do you not expect to be petted when you come in that fashion?"

he gives you a long, appraising look, but in this reverent, practically clinging position, attempting to look upset is futile, even cute.

"difficult," he murmurs.

"yeah, you are," you offer, but your hands close around his face, and slowly he comes up to his feet, guided by the pull of your fingertips, for the kiss he so desperately needs.

[loverrin]

| VULTURE | PART TWO | RORONOA ZORO

summary: after (sort of) confessing his feelings for you in the middle of the alabasta dunes, zoro now has to deal with you focusing more on the mission and the aftermath than him. in any other scenario, it wouldn't be too tough - but, when celebrations finally come around and your drinking skills make an appearance, how come you end up in his bed every night?! [set - alabasta] pairing: roronoa zoro x straw hat! reader wc: 3.3k tags: this is a part two! f! reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, filler (wandering through the desert, zoro v mr. 1, then celebration), you lowkey aurafarm, still blunt, still rude, still snarky, zoro is in DEEP, you are too but you fight so hard not to show it, suggestive undertones, slight canon divergence (he needs a little help against Mr. 1, Mr. 3 died on Little Garden), the feast for Alabasta is over multiple days, haha you have an iron fist (metaphorically) and that's funny later, you guys drink a LOT a/n: you ask and you shall receive - i will live and die by the fact that zoro is FUNNY first chapter <-

Zoro was hot and bothered.

Well, sure. Hot - he was in the desert, huffing as he lugged around the bag of berries and heavily hand-filtered water you'd tossed to him. The sun was blazing, there was no breeze, and even worse, you yelled at him for drinking water while you carried absolutely nothing, shading your eyes as you looked for more resources.

Bothered? That, too, was entirely your fault. A week, now, he'd known you. And all seven days, you were positively torturous.

"Why don't we finish this job for Vivi, and you can find me after?" The words flashed in his mind, your smug smile gleaming in his thoughts, and he stopped in his tracks, panting.

You turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Getting tired, little swordsman? We're almost at the meeting point, you know. Just hold out."

"Did you mean it?" Zoro asked, hand tightening around the strap of the heavy resource bag. Slinging it back over his shoulder, he staggered towards you, hot forehead leaning against your shoulder.

"Mean what?" You replied, slipping your hand under his headdress to check his temperature. He was perfectly fine. "You good, swordsman?"

"That I could come find you. After." He looked up at you, gaze lingering on your sweaty neck.

You snorted, pushing his face back with your finger on his nose. "What, like you know me to be a liar? Yeah, Zoro. Let's save Alabasta, and then you can come find me."

"'Kay." He grumbled, pushing his cheek against your palm. "Promise?"

"Stop dawdling, swordsman." You harrumphed, flicking his cheek and walking off towards Yuba. "We have a stupid captain to meet, and resources to split."

You looked back, a couple feet ahead of him now. He was still in the exact same stance, head lowered right where your palm once was, bag heavy on his back.

"I promise."

Zoro started walking.

Not only had you not let him fulfill the promise yet, but he also owed you. Which was almost the worst outcome possible - Nami was a hustler, Vivi made you feel so guilty for owing that you ended up owing more, and you?

Man, you were straight up mean. You'd berate him to the end of the earth. You'd challenge him to drink and make sure he woke up with a raging headache - the only person to outdrink him, the only one who somehow sniffed out liquor before he did. You'd gamble while drinking, and on top of waking up with his head throbbing, his wallet was empty. The only soul on the boat you'd ever show mercy to was Chopper, who you took care of like your own flesh and blood.

Yet, it somehow got worse. He didn't owe you money - he owed you his life.

A swordsman versus a man made of steel. A man, sharp at every point, with further reach than he, lethal through touch of any limb. When the man cut down the bridge above Zoro, rocks cascading downwards, it was you who pulled him out and to the side, rapidly avoiding the debris as you set him down gently on the ground.

He wavered in and out of consciousness, losing blood at a devastating pace. You tossed him a roll of bandages swiftly, and he caught it, arms shaking.

"My fight is with the swordsman." Mr. 1 stated calmly, pointing his jagged fingers at you.

"He's unavailable." You replied swiftly, sprinting towards your opponent. Jabs and slashes came your way, but you evaded, fist slamming on the top of his iron-hard head.

"I recognize you." The agent groaned, stepping backwards. "You worked for Crocodile, taking on temporary jobs that were too inconvenient for others. The phantom agent, [Name] the Iron Fist."

"Lame. Super lame name." You grunted, closing the distance to swipe at his face once more.

He dodged, arm jabbing at your neck. You sidestepped, dashing backwards to where Zoro was. He didn't look good - pallid, panting, sweating heavily.

"You killed Mr. 3." The agent stated. "You've carried out your goal. Why do you intervene now?"

"I have a promise to keep." You said, stepping in front of Zoro. "One that can only be carried out once this country is free."

"I'm not a good match for you. You know that. Fists cannot beat steel. You have no powers."

"Wrong. I ate the Fist-Fist fruit, which gives me the ability to shove my whole fist up your fucking ass." You snarked, before disappearing on the spot.

Mr. 1 grunted in annoyance, aggravated at your sass. The wind flowed by his ear, and he jabbed his arm forward.

Squelch.

"B-bitch..." You groaned, as Mr. 1 pulled his razor-sharp fingers from out of your bleeding shoulder. "You'd better... win..."

"Speak up." Mr. 1 demanded, stepping forward to take hold of your neck.

"Zoro... you owe me... big time... bastard..." You trailed off, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Yeah." Zoro huffed from behind Mr. 1, causing the agent to turn around in shock. "I'll find you. Later."

"I would really like to get up." You complained to Vivi, who was pushing your shoulder back into the hospital ward bed. "Come on, let me help repair the kingdom or whatever."

"No." Vivi warned, pushing you back. When you kept getting up, she sat on your stomach. "No! Listen here, you almost lost your whole arm! You get that? Your whole arm."

"Sure." You nodded, picking your ear. "And then I was well enough to fall asleep and miss literally everything until it was all already resolved. I think I'm pretty okay."

"No, you lost consciousness!" Vivi, Chopper, and the palace doctor yelled.

"No, I was asleep. Plus, I’m good with my fists.” You nodded firmly. "I've decided."

"It's not a matter of deciding! And you being good with your fists still has nothing to do with it!” Chopper shouted, running over to hit you on the head. "Doctor and princess' orders! Rest!"

You scowled viciously, but lowered yourself back into bed anyways, immediately falling asleep and snoring aloud.

"She fell asleep!" Vivi and Chopper's jaws dropped. Loud snoring erupted from the other side of the nursing ward, drawing attention. Zoro's mouth was wide open, drool dripping out of his mouth and onto the pillow as he slept, heavily bandaged, holding his swords. "Zoro fell asleep as soon as she did!"

"Two dolts..." Usopp and Nami sighed. Terracotta walked in then, hauling a ginormous cart of fruit for Luffy, which he swiftly inhaled. "Three dolts..."

"I'm hungry!" Luffy stated.

"You just ate everything! Wait for dinner!" Nami yelled, whacking his head.

"Now, I'm just wondering. As we prepare a feast over the next few days, we wanted to know what kind of alcohol you all prefer. Or other drinks for that matter-"

"Alcohol?" Two drowsy voices chimed. "Where?"

"They're awake!" Vivi and Chopper shouted, faces pale in shock. "Just at the word alcohol!"

"Where?" You and Zoro said groggily, rubbing your eyes at the same time. "What alcohol?"

"No, dears. I was asking what kind of alcohol you'd like for your next meals." Terracotta laughed gently. "If you had a preference."

"Beer!" You yelled.

"Sake!" Zoro retorted. You glared at him fiercely, shoving your middle finger in the air.

"Wine!"

"Sake!"

"You greedy pig." You spat. "There's multiple meals, she said. Multiple! We can have different alcohol! Lots of it!"

"Shut up!" Zoro retorted, pointing a finger at your face. "You are not drinking! You could've lost an arm! One whole arm!"

"Who are you to talk?!" You flung your pillow across the room, Nami and Usopp ducking. "Your torso's all cut up! Annoying! Stupid! Ugly bastard!"

"Hey, now... What've me and Sanji said about honesty?" Usopp sighed. Sanji threw his cigarette at Usopp - a quiet statement. I'm too tired. Keep me out of this. Whatever happens.. Side with [Name]-chwan.

"We're surrounded by weirdos!" Usopp and Nami groaned.

"Now, listen here..." Zoro growled, sharpening his eyes.

"No, you listen." You warned, eyes glinting with mischief before a smile spread across your face. Zoro flinched back, scrambling to the corner of his bed. An evil, evil smile. "Oi, Zoro. You owe me."

His face paled. Shit. You remembered.

"So, tonight. We're drinking. Everything."

"No..."

"Come on, Zoro!" Usopp said, patting his back. "You can outdrink anybody!"

"Hey, Usopp." Luffy blinked, picking his nose. "You passed out last time we drank, but it was Zoro who lost, you know?"

"What?!" Usopp shrieked, gasping in shock. "No... Zoro... Save yourself..."

"'M sorry."

"Hah?! Are you quitting already?" You burped, wiping your mouth and slamming down the empty pint of beer. "Another! Let's keep drinking! Come on, Zoro."

"Sorry..." He whispered, hand reaching across the table to grasp yours. "You got hurt... 'Cause of me.."

You blinked, grabbing another pint of beer and chugging half, before smacking his head. "Sap! Stop bein' sad and drink more."

The guards' stomachs hurt from laughing - your antics, combined with Luffy's, had utterly defeated them and they were all curled up fetal position on the floor.

King Nefertari blinked, before turning to the decently sober Nami. "Are your two crewmates over there dating?"

Nami giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at Vivi. "Are they? Well... Not yet!" They burst into laughter, getting out of their seats to dance and laugh.

You burped loudly, slamming down Zoro's ochoko of sake. "Zoro, wake up!" He snored soundly, still holding your hand, drooling on the table. "Jeez... Guys, I'm gonna take Zoro to his room!"

"Oho?" Nami, Vivi, and King Nefertari smirked, before whispering among themselves and bursting into laughter, the king now joining the dance circle. "Yes, have fun with that!"

You blinked, cheeks red from alcohol. "Okay." You walked over to the other side of the table, slinging Zoro over your good shoulder.

Passing Chopper on the way out, you felt his hoof tap your waist. Groggily, he said "...no high-energy activity while you're injured."

Your ears flushed further. "Come on, Chopper. I'm just bringing him back."

He smirked, still half-asleep. "That's what he did, too, when you fell asleep in our room."

You snorted and left. While you carried him to his room, Zoro's hand sleepily drifted to your waist, rubbing small circles into it. "Thank you... you're so nice to me..."

"You said I was too mean to you just a day ago." You sighed, pushing the door of his room open and lumbering in. You were dizzy now, floor spinning, but you managed to put him into bed anyways and stripping his shirt and pants off.

I don't like sleeping in my day clothes. They make me warm. He'd said that to you once.

"I like when you're mean to me." He said sleepily, holding his arms out. You blinked, then promptly passed out.

This cannot continue, Zoro has decided. It was rare to have your own room as a pirate, let alone a room with a good, decent bed size and a door that you alone could lock.

Yet, how is it that even with these privileges, he can still hear laughing from outside his door? Nami, of course - and naturally, Vivi too.

"Told you..." they laughed, muffled, "told you she'd sleep here!"

Who? Who sleep where? Zoro started to get up, before realizing his arms were incapacitated. Looking down - what the fuck?

You again. Snoring. Drooling. One foot sticking out of the blanket. Reeking of the heaviest, yet somehow most charming liquor smell he'd ever had the (dis)pleasure of experiencing. Clinging to his bandaged chest, his arms wrapped firmly around you.

His eyes bulged out of his head.

Come find me after. That's what you said - so how come you were in his room?! Memories came flooding back; keg after keg of beer, bottle after bottle of wine, endless ochokos of sake. You dragging him back, him silently pleading for you to say.

But you hadn't even meant to stay! You passed out. Zoro groaned at this revelation, somehow just a little upset over it. This meant that you didn't exactly seek him out - your crashing here was a total accident.

He frowned at this, brushing your hair out of your eyes. But then, maybe it was something in itself that you'd brought him back and felt safe enough to just pass out here, even with your instincts.

It made him feel just that little bit better. Gently prying your hands off his waist, he got out of bed, picking his clothes off the floor and getting dressed. He threw the blanket back over you, keeping your foot out, and headed for the door.

Opening it, his frown grew even deeper. Nami, Usopp, Chopper, Vivi, Sanji (still very upset at this development), Luffy (sleeping on the floor with a piece of meat in his mouth), King Nefertari, Igaram-! All awake individuals grinned at him once he stepped out.

We know your secret.

Whatever. He walked away.

"Hey, Zoro!" Nami whispered. "You forgot to close the door. Your girlfriend is reaching for you in the empty bed!"

He froze in his tracks, grimacing. Turning over his options in his brain, he racked his mind for possibilities.

Shit. None of the possibilities sounded as good as going back to bed. He sighed, turning around and trudging back to the room, the door locking behind him.

"He locked the door!" King Nefertari giggled.

Stupid old man. He sighed, peeling his shoes off again by the bedside. Your arms were where he was, and you grabbed at the pillow like it was his face. He sighed some more, than peeled his clothes off and got back under the covers.

"More." You said, slamming down an ochoko stolen from Sanji.

"Gods, she drinks like an endless pit." King Nefertari sighed, signaling for more liquor. Sanji ran in from the kitchen, carrying yet another bottle of wine and sprinting to your side.

Zoro appeared out of nowhere, snatching the bottle from his grasp and pouring it for you. Sanji's brows furrowed.

"What's your issue?"

"You know what my issue is." Zoro said, drinking out of the bottle when he finished pouring. "You were outside this morning, just like everybody else."

"Have you done anything yet, moss-head?" Sanji smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Or are you just going to keep hoping she wanders back to your side all the time?"

"Feelings can't be rushed!" Nami and Vivi squealed from the end of the table.

"Sanji! More dessert!" Nami added, holding her plate up.

"Coming, Nami-swan!!"

Zoro turned to you, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he saw you finish another bottle. God, you were insatiable. And pretty. Your hair looked really good. Your eyes were so beautiful-

"I tap out!" He shouted, hands slamming at the table. You were distracting. He had to get back to his room! "I'm going to bed early!"

He left the dining hall, walking at an unusually brisk pace for a drunk man. Opening his door, he untied his swords from his hip and set them gently by the entrance. Shutting the door behind him, he sighed, peeling his clothes off and flopping into bed. It was so warm, and he was so dizzy.

He knew you were going to be a problem. He groaned, feeling his face redden again just at the thought of you. Pretty. Messy. A slob. Drooler. Snorer. Fighter. Risk-taker. Violent. Brutish. Attractive.

He admitted it. He was in love with you for the strangest possible reasons. He sighed, defeated, turning to sleep on his side, before the door flung open.

"Um, hello? This is my room." He huffed, sitting up from bed - but the door had already shut. In the dark room stood a very familiar figure, wobbling side to side, approaching the bed. "You again? Jeez... What is this, some kind of curse? You only sleep with me when we're both drunk out of our minds?"

"Move, Zoro." You sniffled, pushing him to the side to crash on the bed. "I'm mad at you."

"What'd I do now?" He groaned, putting a hand atop your head lightly. "Come on, look at me, pretty. What'd I do?"

You turned to face him, eyes watering. He froze. Who the fuck knew you could cry?! Legends never spoke of evil witches crying.

"You... never came to find me..." You whimpered, a tear flowing down your face.

His eyebrows furrowed. "I was too drunk yesterday. And you were too drunk today. We are too drunk. All the time."

"Who cares?!" You shouted, hitting his shoulder. He sat there, letting you hit him for a bit, before sighing again.

"I care." He replied simply, holding your wrist and kissing your palm. "You know that."

"Could've fooled me. Sword-hoarding bastard."

"What, you want me to ask now? Impatient woman." He grinned, cheeks still red. "You're drunk. Let's go to sleep."

"No." You refused, sticking your pointer finger up his nose. He shouted, squirming. "Ask me now."

"Ask you what?" He smirked, pinching your cheeks and pulling them apart. "You know, you're cute when you're not yelling at me."

"Shtop it! Bitch!" You swatted his hands away. "You know what I want you to ask me. Ask me, and I'll fall asleep and maybe even kiss you a bunch."

"Yeah?" His smile grew wider. "Promise? And you'll remember in the morning too?"

"Yesh!" You insisted, sticking your other pointer finger up his other nostril, making him groan in disgust. "Sho ashk!"

"Alright, woman. God, you're ridiculous. Loud. Impatient. Annoying. Rude. Sloppy."

"Ask like you like me!" You said firmly, stating his side.

"I'M NOT DONE!" He retorted, swaddling you in the blanket and watching you flail. "Yeah, you're warm, aren't you? Stay like that, since you won't stop yammerin'!"

He sighed, but chuckled a bit, watching you squirm about in the bed. "But you're kind too, when you want to be. Impatient because you can't wait for good things. Loud, to fill up the silence of a room. Rude, yet honest. You live like there's simply no tomorrow. You fight next to me like there might not be one. And, honestly? I've never met a single soul that could outdrink me while stealing all my money at the same time."

You paused your squirming, looking up at his smiling face from on the bed. His eyes were warm, like looking at you was looking at a midday sunny sky.

"I love you, even though you scavenge like a vulture and make me drag around all your shit. Even though you like me and don't even let me drink water in the desert."

"Well, that would be selfish." You nodded, pondering drunkly. "We should save as much water as possible until everybody gets a share."

"Selfless, too." He grinned. "I like that."

"Ask, then."

"What do you think all of that was?!" He yelled, chopping you on the head.

"A declaration of love." You said blandly. "But you didn't ask."

He slumped into bed, hands over his reddened face. Then, he turned to face you, still swaddled. Seeing your pouty, flushed face, he smiled. In return, you couldn't help but grin too.

"You're mine. Okay?"

"That's the strangest way I've ever heard anyone ask someone to be their girlfriend." You said, rolling out of the bed and unfurling the blanket, before jumping back on to put him in a headlock.

"Grrk!" He choked rocking back and forth. "Gerroff! Gerroff!"

You laughed loudly, but released him, watching him gasp for breath before shouting when he poked you in your side. "Answer! I asked!"

"Okay!" You relinquished.

"Okay?" He blinked.

"Okay. Yeah, I am. I'm yours." You said, throwing the blanket back over the two of you. Zoro sat up, pulling the blanket back so your leg stuck out.

"Night."

"Mmm."

"So? Nami grinned mischeviously at you and Zoro, wiggling her eyebrows. "Did you make Vivi and her dad proud?"

"Why would you say it like that?" Usopp frowned. "That's totally gross."

"Bitch finally asked." You nodded resolutely, finally sober.

"Hag finally accepted." Zoro said, pinching your side.

"Oh! What're the rules this time?!" Luffy shouted from the head of the Going Merry. "Which one of you is bitch?!"

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[moonlitwake]

I Didn’t Plan for You

Zoro doesn’t fall in love easily. He doesn’t even know how to try, but somehow… he never stops choosing you.

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Roronoa Zoro has always been simple in the way that matters.

One goal. One promise. One path.

Everything in his life has been sharpened down to a single point, become the greatest swordsman.

There was never room for anything else.

No distractions. No hesitation. And definitely not love.

Then he met Monkey D. Luffy, and somehow… that path widened. His captain’s dream became something he carried just as fiercely as his own. Another weight he chose. Another promise he’d die before breaking.

That should have been it.

That was it.

Until you.

He notices it immediately. Not like the stories say, with lightning strikes or hearts racing out of control. It was much quieter than that.

You laugh, and something in his chest pauses. You move across the deck, and his eyes follow without permission. You speak, and he listens. Really listens.

And Zoro… Zoro doesn’t do that.

At first, he ignores it.

Files it away as nothing. A distraction. Something to cut down and move past.

But it doesn’t go away. It grows. Settles into him like it belongs there.

He’s not good with words. Never has been.

He doesn’t know how to start something like this. Doesn’t know what to say, how to say it, when to say it. Romance has never been something he’s trained for, never something he’s needed.

So instead, he stays close. Always within reach. Always within sight.

Training on the deck where he can see you out of the corner of his eye. Napping in places where your voice might drift over to him. Sitting next to you at meals, shoulder pressed against yours, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

(Sanji complains. Loudly. Zoro ignores him. Or shoves him aside without a word.)

The crew notices.

Nami smirks every time he turns his head just a little too fast when you glance his way. Usopp whispers about it like it’s the greatest mystery. Sanji nearly loses his mind over it.

Zoro tries, in his own way.

He asks questions. Small ones. Listens to your answers like they matter, because they do. Talks more than usual, even if the words come out rough and a little awkward around the edges.

And when you respond, when you lean into it, when you smile at him like you’re happy he’s trying, something in his chest tightens.

Off the ship, it’s worse.

If you’re not with him, he wanders, telling himself he’s just scouting ahead. Keeping watch. Doing his job. But he always ends up looking for you, and every time, he gets lost.

So the crew adapts.

They always pair you together now. Because if Zoro’s with you, he doesn’t wander. Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t get lost.

It takes him a long time to realize something. Longer to accept it. Even longer to act on it.

Because this—you—isn’t something he can fight. Or train for. Or win through sheer will.

So one night, under a quiet sky, with the ship gently rocking beneath him, he finally speaks.

It’s not smooth. Not perfect. Not anything close to what you probably deserve.

“I… don’t know how to do this,” he admits, voice low. Honest. “But I know I want to.”

A pause.

“I want you.”

And you just look at him. Soft. Knowing. Like you’ve been waiting.

Because you have.

You noticed the way he stays close. The way he watches. The way he chooses you, over and over again, without ever saying it out loud.

Acts of service. Quiet presence. Unwavering attention. Zoro has been telling you all along.

So you smile. Step closer. Take his hand—calloused, warm, steady despite everything.

“I know,” you say gently. “I’ve known.”

For the first time in a long time, Roronoa Zoro feels something unfamiliar.

Not a battle. Not a promise. Not a goal.

But something just as strong.

Relief.

And just like that, he gains something he never planned for.

You.

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PAIRING: Roronoa Zoro x f!Reader

SUMMARY: Sometimes getting drunk while celebrating with your crew, while your ex was there, was a really, really bad idea. But you were drunk, so how bad can it actually be?

GENRE: Smut. Tiny bit of fluff and angst.

WARNINGS: Ex to lovers, reader being obnoxious, heavy drinking, minor spoilers for the end of Wano, sexual activities while being drunk (no penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2.3k words

You were never the type of girl to get drunk and drown your heartbreaks in alcohol. But you just freed a country from an emperor, so you thought one night (more like a week) of bad decisions was worth it.

Everyone was excited, basically, for a week, the country of Wano celebrated non-stop, a week where you realized that your ex had a new love interest (at least in your eyes, that was it). But could you really blame the princess of Wano for falling for him? Strong, big, reckless, and brave. And unfortunately, you hated every single time you saw them together. Even if it was only speaking, you felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But why? You were the one who ended things. You were the one who was tired of the emotionless relationship you had with Zoro. He was free to be with whomever he wanted, just not in front of you. And it was ok! At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself when you knew damn well that you wanted to die.

The girls, however, were worried sick. Because, well, yes, they would even drink if they feel like it, get a little loose, but not every single night. Your excuse of “we deserve having a little bit of fun before returning to the real world, where we are going to be chased” was starting to get old. But they didn’t know how to help you. Well, they actually did know. Call Zoro for help, but they were sure that you would either hit him or completely ignore him.

What was even worse was the fact that you tried to forget Zoro with other guys. Kid, Killer, even tried with Law, but nothing would help you forget about Zoro just a little. An annoying voice that sounded a lot like his was always in the back of your mind, reminding you they just weren’t him. They couldn’t and wouldn’t make you feel as good and loved as he did.

And that’s how you found yourself, sitting on Sanji’s legs, playing with his hair while Zoro was looking attentively at your actions, ignoring Hiyori who was by his left side. Poor Sanji, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you wanted to make Zoro jealous, and he would take every single opportunity to mess with him, even if it meant being used by a gorgeous woman.

“Liking that?” He asked while you chugged another bottle. You nodded at the blonde after putting the bottle down, a little bit too tipsy for your own good.

“Yup!” 

“You will get alcohol poisoning if you keep drinking like that.” You could tell he was worried.

“But this is our last night here ‘Ji, don’t you just wanna have some fun?” Your hand that was previously playing with his hair was now caressing his ear, making him shiver in response. He shook his head. You were playing a dangerous game that would cost him if he continued indulging.

“I do, but I also want you to be alive after this week.” He stopped your hand and put it in your lap. Even if he was enjoying the physical contact, he didn’t want you to regret anything tomorrow, knowing fully well he wasn’t the one you actually wanted.

Zoro, on the other hand, felt like he could break the cook’s bones at any moment, because even if he could tell he was restraining himself, he still saw the way one of Sanji’s hands was grabbing your hips, the way his eyes would close whenever you said something in his ear, and the way Sanji would lick his lips whenever he saw yours. However, he was grateful, because knowing Sanji, he would’ve already taken you to another room where he could have some privacy with you, but he hasn’t. 

And the image of you leaving with Sanji was enough for Zoro to stand up, completely ignoring Hiyori’s complaints, and make his way to you. When Sanji saw him, he was kinda glad he was finally doing something after the week you just gone through.

He stood up and carried you in bridal style, ready to hand you over to Zoro to fix whatever situation you needed to. You were about to complain when you smell him. Zoro.

“Just don’t make this worse, mosshead.” Zoro was now leaving with you in his arms. The chatty version of yourself that was with Sanji completely disappeared. You didn’t have the energy to throw a tantrum. Heart too heavy to even react.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asked without looking directly at you as he exited the room you were in. The chill breeze of the night made you tremble, making Zoro move you closer to his chest.

“I hate you.” You said, but not in a mean way, more in a playful manner.

“Bet you do.”

“I hate you and your-“ Hiccup! “big body-” Hiccup! “and your stupid handsome face.” Hiccup!

“God, how much did you drink?”

“Dunno.” You pouted. This was the first time the two of you were alone in sooooo long. And you would hate to admit it, but your whole body was on fire. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you were well aware of his hands in your body, but you could feel his presence in your soul.

You stayed in silence, wondering where he was taking you, when you decided to break the silence. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your perfect little princess?” You grumbled and earned a chuckle from him, which was weird because most of the time, he was stoic as fuck.

“You jealous?”

“Bfft, of course not.” You haven’t felt this calm in weeks. Your head was now resting on his shoulder. You breathed in and closed your eyes. “I like this.” You whispered, and that’s when he finally looked at you, but only for a moment, before continuing to look straight ahead.

God, you looked so pretty like this, moonlight illuminating your face softly. He didn’t understand why you decided to just break up with him. He considered himself a good boyfriend. Keeping his distance when he thought maybe you wanted to be alone, not showing too much affection, why would he? He knows you know he loves you. Knowing was enough. But the moment he thought about it, it clicked. Of course you ended up breaking up with him. He was surprised you put up with his emotional and physical distance for so long. 

He missed you so much. And he was a little bit disappointed that he hadn’t realized this sooner. Because if he had, you would still be together, you wouldn’t think he had an interest in Hiyori, and he wouldn’t hear that you wanted to forget him with another guy that would fall for your schemes. And he wouldn’t admit it to you, but it worked, just not in the way you expected. He would hear from Robin and Nami, your newest conquest, making his blood boil, but he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. You weren’t his. So he just stayed away. It doesn’t mean he wasn't really close to breaking.

You felt him stop, and that’s when you opened your eyes. You were in front of his room. 

“Ahmm. Thanks, but I think it would be best if I go to MY room.” He put you on the floor, but quickly grabbed you by your waist after you stumbled.

“Yeah, I think not.” His strong hold prevent you from running away, and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t listen, but he did and decided it was best to ignore it if he didn’t want you to run away. 

“And what, stay here with you?” You joked and started to laugh, but quickly stopped when you saw his serious demeanor. He didn’t answer. He just opened the door and, with a swift move, carried you by the legs.

“Zoro, what the f- PUT ME DOWN!” You started to kick and punch him, not really hurting him. He thought he was being hit by a kitten. A really cute but hard to handle one. He laughed. And you froze, letting him put you down with delicacy. It was so rare to hear him laugh, but god, how you loved the sound.

“There. Happy?” You mumbled a small thanks and started to look everywhere but at him. He sat down on the edge of his bed, while grabbing both of your hands and bringing you closer.

You don’t know what took over you, but your hands went straight to his hair and started to play with it.

“So you brought me here to…?” You questioned him while your hands were roaming all over his hair and neck.

“I just want to be with you.” You quirked an eyebrow, feeling some kind of pride and relief after hearing him.

“So you want me for sex?” Where did this sudden confidence come from? He slid his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as possible.

“I’m not fucking you.” He could see your disappointment. “Not while you’re drunk.” He looked up at you, and you looked down at him, making your knees weak at the sight. His eyes were screaming two things: need and lust.

“Ah.”

“However, I can still make you feel good…” His hands started to untie your belt and open your yukata, showing that you were only wearing your underwear. He smirked. You didn’t cover yourself. Alcohol giving you the confidence you wouldn’t have if you were sober. You kept your yukata on.

He started to leave wet kisses on your abdomen, making your breathing hitch. With every kiss he was leaving, you could feel a rush of excitement go directly to your core.

“So you're only teasing?” You asked while one of your hands grabbed him by his hair, stopping his actions, so you could straddle his lap.

“I wouldn’t do that to my girl.” The possessive adjective made your stomach jump.

“Yeah?” You fully sat down on his crotch, and just moved your hips once over his hard cock. You heard him swear.

“Let me make you feel good.” He said while sucking hickeys on your neck. You only nodded, too drunk, but this time on him.

His left hand went straight to your core, moving your panties to the side, middle finger slowly moving over your pussy, smearing your juices all over.

“Zo-“ You moaned his name in his ear. His left arm went around your waist to help you steady yourself.

“Mhm?” His finger was now flicking your clit so painfully slow, giving you pleasure, but not enough to start building your release.

“Shit, please.” You whimpered.

“What? Just say it, baby. I promise your wish is my command.” He could feel you getting wetter with every circle around your clit.

“Make me cum, pleeaseee.” You sounded so pathetic, but so sweet.

“With only one condition.” He stopped, and you groan in complaint. “You are never leaving me ever again. Got it?” You quickly nodded, not really sure if it was because you actually wanted to get back with him or if you were too worked up that you would do anything to get your release. “Say. It.”

“I won’t ever leave you, Zoro. Just- fuck,” his finger started to move in circles in your entrance, teasing you, never really going in, “please make me cum. I’ll do anything you want.” Zoro smiled, and without any warning, two of his fingers went in while the palm of his hand started to move in circles over your clit.

“Fuuuuck.” Zoro was astonished. “Shit, don’t stop.” You were never this vocal, always trying your best to keep it down. He has to admit he was grateful you were drunk, because he was damn sure it was the alcohol inhibiting your senses.

His thumb was now playing with your clit while his other 2 fingers were still fucking you good. You grabbed his shoulders strongly for some kind of balance. Your knuckles started to become white. Every movement was slowly building up your orgasm. You needed it so bad. And Zoro could tell too. Your cries and whimpers were what he needed to know he was doing a really great job. He could hear how wet you were. Wet noises were filling his ears. God, he could even smell your scent.

“I’m-,” you cleared your throat, “closse.” He could tell. You were now panting, breathing too erratically. Your hole was squeezing his fingers so good that he wished it was his cock inside you, making you feel this good.

“It’s ok, baby, come around my fingers. You deserve it.” His fingers continued with the same movement, pressing his thumb to your clit, while still moving it in circles.

“Shiiit, Zo. D-on’t stopp.” You were now slurring your words, and it only took some other movements for you to finally cum. You could feel the pleasure running all over your body, head heavy. You were panting.

Zoro didn’t dare to move, not wanting to overstimulate you, and he could feel your clit throbbing against his thumb. Alcohol plus an orgasm was a deadly combination, mostly because he could tell you tried your best not to move. You were dizzy, but so happy at the same time.

He slowly moved his fingers out of you and his hand away from your core. He cleaned his hand on your clothes.

“Hey!” You protested.

“Is not like you are gonna need it anyway.” He took the yukata off of you, and you shivered. The air wasn’t as warm as it was earlier. He hugged you after you were only left with your underwear. His hands started to caress your back, trying to warm your body up.

“I won’t let you leave me. Ok?” You smiled and only nodded. God, you were so happy. And you didn’t know who to thank. Sanji, or all the alcohol that allowed you to be reckless. Maybe both.

n a v i g a t i o n

o n e  p i e c e  m a s t e r l i s t

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killshot - roronoa zoro x reader

roronoa zoro x reader

cw : a bit of angst, mentions of drinking

word count : 1.3k

Zoro was devastatingly handsome, and you were painfully aware of it.

You were pretty sure Zoro was going to kill you. Not that he didn’t like you, of course, but he was so handsome that his presence made your heart speed up way too fast, and you were pretty sure it was skipping beats. 

As the ship’s chronicler, you would find places to sit and write out the travel log wherever you saw fit. This time, you were up in the crow’s nest, scribbling away as you hummed to yourself. Zoro was nearby, and you were desperately trying to keep your eyes off him. 

But then…you look up, and he’s sweating, picking up a bottle of water in his large hand, and gulping it down. His Adam’s apple bobs, and your eyes are so trained on it that you practically salivate at the sight. When his good eye flicks to you, you swallow and look away, continuing to scribble away in the log. What was wrong with you? Never had you ever felt like you were going crazy over a man simply drinking water. 

Standing up abruptly, you gather your materials and scramble down to the main deck, feeling as if the air in the crow’s nest was too stifling, too thick. Rushing past Robin, she uses one of her many arms to lightly grab ahold of yours, stopping you. 

“Hey - slow down, what’s wrong? Did you see something?” She asks, same dulcet tones she always used with those she was close to on the crew. 

You hesitate, juggling your work materials. “I - well -” Your eyes widen slightly as you see Zoro descending, and you let out a small, imperceptible sound from the back of your throat, pulling away from Robin and rushing to the study Franky had specially built for you.

Robin turns, raising an eyebrow when she sees Zoro. With a towel slung over his shoulder, his lips turn down at the corners. “She alright?” He asks, “She was in the crow’s nest and then bolted. Wanted to make sure she wasn’t sick.” 

With a quiet hum, Robin looks back towards the direction you bolted in. “She must not be feeling well. She didn’t say much.” Robin tells him, a small smirk playing on her lips as the swordsman nods slowly and wanders off to find a spot to nap. Like many things that happen around the ship, Robin seemed to have it figured out before anyone else. 

Back in your study, you pace the small space, wondering when on earth you started to feel this way about Zoro of all people. He was stoic, usually quiet, and definitely didn’t shower as often as he should. 

But…he was also shy, and kind, and wouldn’t hesitate to step in front of another weapon to ensure your safety. Maybe it was in the way he always left the seat next to him open at breakfast for you, or the way he would bring you water on extra hot days, when you were scribbling chronicles down without stopping to take a break. You didn’t know, but just seeing him lately made it feel like your heart was in your throat. Was this feeling anxiety? 

Taking a shaky breath, you press the backs of your cool hands to your cheeks. “Get it together, stop being weird” you tell yourself, taking a deep breath and looking at your reflection in the glass door of your book cabinet. Why were you acting like you hadn’t been around attractive men before? You scoff at yourself and shake your head again, steeling yourself and opening the door. 

And there, fist raised, a sake bottle dangling idly from his other hand, stood Roronoa Zoro. “I…wh-” you start to say, just as he asks “Are you okay?” 

You pause, swallowing. “I’m…fine.” 

Zoro raises an eyebrow, taking a step back as you exit your study and close the door. “You sure? You keep bolting every time you see me today.” 

You nod, mustering up the courage to look him in his good eye. What the hell were you supposed to say - “you’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen, please let me bite your biceps”? Somehow you didn’t think that would do you any good. 

“I’ve just…got a lot of extra energy today.” You manage finally. You know that your cheeks are as red as Luffy’s vest, and you know he can see it. You smile, trying to play it off like it’s normal. 

Zoro raises an eyebrow, watching you for a moment. It didn’t look like he believed you. You shrug at him. He narrows his eyes at you, but takes a step back.

”O…kay.” He says. “Let me know if you want to train together later.” He says, shrugging. You flush again, but nod. 

“Sure, sure! That sounds great!” You quickly agree, your voice strained. 

Zoro stops,lowering the bottle to his side. “Okay. You’re lying to me.” He says, a frown painting his lips. 

You freeze, a startled scoff coming from you. “I..what? No, I’m not.” You say, shaking your head vigorously. You try to step sideways and make your way around him, but he blocks your path. You look up at him, a bit startled to see how close he was to you now. 

“Did I do something to hurt you? Annoy you?” He asks, his gruff voice quieter than usual. His nostrils flare, and you watch as he swallows. “ You don’t usually run away from me like this.” 

That makes you pause. You didn’t consider that trying to dodge him because you can’t control your blushing would hurt his feelings. But he would never admit that. You knew that. 

“Oh…” You breathe out. “No. No, of course you didn’t.” You say softly. “I just…I…” You swallow. 

Roronoa Zoro goes for the killshot, it seems. His free hand leaves his side, his thumb and index finger coming to pinch your chin lightly, moving you gently to face him. “You just what?” he murmurs, brows pinched now. His good eye studies you, like he’s trying his hardest to read your mind. 

“I just…” you swallow, your gaze flickering over his face. “I like you.” You whisper. 

He stops, freezes like what you said has pinned him in place. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have -” You begin to say, trying to pull back from his grasp. 

His fingers tighten slightly, holding you there. “You…what?” He asks, one gray eye sliding to yours. 

Your brows pinch. Was that…a blush creeping across his cheeks? You clear your throat a bit, sliding your hand up to grip his wrist, gently pulling his hand down. “I like you.” You say again, and he nods once. You watch his Adam’s apple bob slightly. 

“That’s what I thought you said.” He whispers quietly. 

“Listen, if you don’t feel the same, that's okay, I just really needed you to know.” You say. “I keep running because watching you make me blush and stutter like a schoolgirl.” You rush out. 

Before you can keep rambling, Zoro steps forward, caging you in against your study door. 

“Zoro?” You ask.

“Shh.” He says, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face. You lean into his rough, calloused palm, chasing the warmth of him. Your breath falters as he leans forward, his eye flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Can I?” He asks gruffly, his voice hushed in the corridor of the ship. You nod, eyes fluttering as he finally leaves in and captures your lips with his. 

It was electric, every nerve in your body seemingly coming to life as his lips moved against yours. Your hands hover, finally resting against his chest as he pulls back. 

You’re breathless, eyes sparkling as you look up at him. Zoro rests his forehead against yours. 

“I need to tell you something.” He says softly. 

“O..oh?” You whisper into the space between you. 

“I like you too.” He says. “Maybe not as much as my swords but -” 

You laugh at that, shoving his chest lightly, which pulls a small grin from him as he catches your wrist and pulls you into a hug. 

Safe. Protected. His.

a/n - this has been in my drafts for 3534345 days and i'm so glad i finally finished it.

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Found:Special Chapter

A Zoro x Reader One Piece Fanfiction (with Chopper!) 

Note: I wrote this with the Live Action Adaptation in mind so I will follow the same structure that the live action did. This is heavily unedited. 

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Sanji just finished cooking breakfast, he served his masterpiece in front of his crewmate, smirking, genuinely satisfied and proud of himself.

As usual you, Nami and Vivi were served first before the boys, much to Luffy, and Usopp’s disappointment. 

“That's not fair, man. Getting them ladies to get the sweetest first taste while we men get the scraps?” Usopp complains and Luffy is salivating just by looking at the plates served in front of the ladies.

The cook just shrugged at the complaining bunch, not listening to their rants and made his way to your direction.

Sanji placed a plate in front of you, the food meticulously presented, he also made you a cup of tea smiling charmingly as you took the cup from him with an awkward look given you could feel Zoro’s stare while he sat beside you with Chopper settling on his lap, the reindeer is eyeing the food, obviously excited to get started with breakfast.

“A cup of freshly brewed coffee for the beautiful maiden on the ship.” Sanji winks. 

“Thanks, Sanji—”

Before you could even sip on the cup of coffee, Zoro snatched the cup away from you, beating you into it. He sipped on it with a smug look on his face as he watched Sanji’s face get painted with horror.

“I just said it’s for the beautiful maiden on the ship, not for a mosshead.” 

Zoro looked at the cook with a bored look as he gulped the entire thing. He placed the cup right back down on the wooden table, his lips curling up into a smug smirk when he saw Sanji’s dumbfounded reaction.

“That's an expensive brew you little—”

“Well then, you should spend your time brewing your expensive coffee for someone else rather than brewing them for my woman.”

You almost spit the roasted beef that you were chewing on when Zoro just blurted it out like it's nothing.

Nami and Vivi stopped eating, their mouths gaped open at the swordsman, before they switched their gaze to you.

Usopp is just as dumbfounded meanwhile Luffy took the chance to annihilate a piece of his meat while Usopp was staring at the commotion.

Sanji’s jaw dropped, almost like he was in a freeze frame just staring at the green haired swordsman with absolute surprise.

Nami was the first one to recover from the utter disbelief and looked at Zoro. “Since when did you learn to make a joke?” She asked, at this point in her mind it's much more likely for Zoro to do that as a joke to mess with Sanji rather than that being reality.

She looks at you and Zoro, memories of the two of you constantly screaming your heads off because of your daily banters make her think she's in some sort of fever dream. Did she get bitten by another tick? Is this a hallucination?

Vivi observed quietly her mouth still gaped open but then memories came flashing right back in her mind. She's a recent addition to the crew but during the first time she met you, she remembered how Zoro fiercely placed himself right in front of you. 

The cogs in her mind start to turn, she does remember your endless argument with the seemingly nonchalant swordsman, a banter that the entire crew has learned to tone out of their mind; it's too frequent their brains don't even register most of it now.

Vivi's eyes met Nami’s and at that moment both women had a realization.

“It's after Drum Island isn't it?!” the two asked in unison looking straight at you.

The two connected the dots, how the never ending loud bickerings between you two started to cease, at first they believed it was all because of Chopper, that you both just learned to tone it down to not scare off Chopper but they looked at how you two were sitting from across the table. Chopper is on Zoro's lap, you're sitting beside Zoro looking completely taken aback.

It's like a damn family portrait.

You flinched at the sudden interrogation, Sanji just recovered but felt like his entire strength left his body, Usopp had to catch him to steady his feet.

Chopper currently sat on Zoro’s lap and is absolutely innocent at whatever’s happening but he felt like he needed to give his thoughts, seeing you speechless.

“Hmm, Zoro loves her! That's why he keeps her close and hugs her tight and kisses her because he wants to keep her safe like I kept Dr. Hiriluk’s fla—” 

Zoro gave Chopper a mouthful of meat, stopping the reindeer from talking, the latter ate it, swallowing it down, confused why his sentence was cut off but didn't make efforts to question Zoro.

Sanji blinks, finding his voice after the utter shock, “ARE YOU SERIOUS? HIM! HIM?! OVER ME?!” Sanji asked dramatically.

Zoro looked up at the blonde, “Go cry about it, chore boy.” He raised his brow taunting the cook and Sanji is easily rage baited.

“This must be some bad dream.” He mutters to himself.

You felt dizzy from all the attention, and from what you can see Chopper can't seem to comprehend what's happening around him.

Your ears are overwhelmed with voices, Nami’s, Vivi’s, Usopp’s, Sanji’s, and Luffy’s loud chomping noises.

Honestly you've had enough. Well, you knew sooner or later the shift in your dynamics with Zoro ought to start suspicions, though you both never addressed nor talked about how to break it off to your crewmates.

Your eyes travel around the room still observing their over the top reactions, you hold your hands up to get noticed and clear your throat.

“Look, it's true… Zoro and I...we're a thing now.” 

You're trying to find a better term for it but that's the only thing that you can come up with and Zoro smirks at the bewildered bunch.

“And yes, it's after Drum Island. And look, this is the only time I'm explaining okay. That's it. We are what we are now. I hope that's clear.”

Sanji clutched his hand over his chest. “My poor heart.” He says dramatically falling over while Usopp catches him again.

Nami and Vivi still look in disbelief like the entire thing is some joke you and Zoro were playing.

Zoro has had enough of the skeptic looks, with a bored look he nipped your chin between his fingers, tilted it on his way, used his free hand to cover Chopper's eyes before he leaned down to kiss you.

Your breathing hitched but almost as if it was instinct you automatically placed your hand on his biceps, a habit you usually do whenever he kisses you.

Even Luffy who was fully invested in his food turned his head, his eyes widened in confusion, wondering why Zoro’s lips were pressed on yours.

When Zoro pulled away, he removed his hand covering Chopper's eyes, the confused reindeer looked up at him. “What was that for?” he asks.

“Is that enough proof?” Zoro asked, he held your hand pulling you to stand up with him, his other free hand still carrying Chopper as you both exit the kitchen to go up in the deck.

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“You can be so extra sometimes you know that?” You told Zoro as you both settle by the figure head, you took Chopper from his arms, the reindeer settling in your arms with a smile, you brush his fur gently.

Zoro shrugs, “Don't just blame me, he snitched on us too.” He boop Chopper's blue nose and the reindeer scrunched his face up pouting, making the green haired swordsman smile.

“I just said what you told me, right?!” Chopper asked looking up at you for confirmation and you giggled pinching his cheeks. 

“Ahuh you did, and he should've known better than to blame a child.” You remarked looking at Zoro’s ‘sulking’ face but the small curve of his lips says otherwise.

“Right, right teaming up with the kid against me sounds right.” he rolled his eyes but his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close to his side kissing your forehead and Chopper points him.

“See?! You do kiss her! I just told them that you do!”

Zoro laughed patting Chopper's head. “Damn right you did.”