A quiet groan leaves his lips as he pressed his cheek deeper into the pillow, voice muffled through the cushions.
It tingles. But it feels so so good — the rhythmic tap of your fingers before you begin to drag your fingertips across his bare back, feeling the little scars and brushing over the bruises with soft reverence.
His back muscles are tensing, arms wrapped around the pillow, biceps flexing ever so slightly, jaw clenching as he tries to cover his own whimpers.
“Feels s’good.” a shudder runs down his spine.
“Hmm? What was that, pretty boy?” a teasing hum.
You are making yourself comfortable on the back of his hip, leaning right over him and letting your hands roam around — before kneading the well built muscles.
The feeling of them makes you incredibly giddy, all happy to be the only one who gets to see him so bare.
“All yours, continue.”
Instead of heading his plead, you do the opposite and halt mid movement — he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please continue.” he corrects himself.
“Good.” you whisper and do as he pleases, beginning to scratch harshly.
“Shit—”
The unforgiving, red marks vividly appear as you run your fingernails across his back. The contour beneath his skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the full shape of his back. And the way his muscles stretch and tighten as his hands curl around the fabrics of the pillow.
You fucking love it, bite your lower lips while leaning forward and massage his shoulder. Your shadow falls over him as you loom right inches above him, one hand trailing down to his biceps to squeeze it lightly.
“Wish this could go on forever, you’re too good f’me.” he buries his face deeper into the pillow.
He could feel your palm dragging over the hard, defined parts of his spine. Then it wanders down, fingertips dipping into the curve of his lower back and it tingles comfortably. He relishes in the way your touch seems to linger on the hard, corded muscles, tracing little maps.
As soon as you pressed a little harder against it, dipping right between the curve — he subconsciously arches his back.
Summary: How do One piece men act before they realise they like you - and when they do ෆ˚
(Disclaimer! I DO NOT own any of the pictures above, or in this fic. Credits to the rightful owner)
Pairings: Portgas D. Ace x reader, Monkey D. Luffy x reader, Trafalgar D. Law x reader, Roronoa Zoro x reader, Shanks x reader (seperate & not in order)
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Luffy:
It's no secret that your captain has a little crush on you.
Well, everyone thinks so at least
You're not really sure because it's Luffy, he's always affectionate and an absolute sweetheart to the people close to him. So maybe everyone is just overthinking things.
But sometimes, there were moments that made you think twice.
Like how every time you guys find an island to explore, Luffy always drags you with him.
How he always ends up sitting beside you every time. Or when he would barge into you, Nami, and Robin's room because he was bored.
The crew noticed it way before you did.
At first they weren't sure if they were assuming things
Every time there's errands to do, Luffy always has to be with you. And if he isn't, he immediately start arguing with everyone and use his title as the captain until he got his way.
How every time Ussop invites him to go fishing, Luffy always asks if you can join. How whenever he catched a big fish, he'd run off to you and start showing off.
Chopper noticed how every time you were sick, luffy would always bring you 'cool things' he found on an island he explored so "you wouldn't miss out"
How luffy always runs off to you every time something cool happens with the biggest grin in his face.
"LOOK! LOOK AT THIS WEIRD BUG I FOUND"
"LOOK AT THIS BIG FISH I CAUGHT"
"LOOK AT THIS NEW TRICK USSOP TAUGHT ME"
Always yelling out to you everytime something happens.
Robin, Nami, Ussop, and Chopper noticed immediately
Sanji, Franky, and Brook noticed shortly after
Zoro also noticed, but didn't care much about it.
But everyone's suspicions were confirmed when luffy did something no one ever thought would happen.
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Everyone was in the dining room, all laughing and enjoying your food. Of course, right next to luffy.
Luffy was busy eating his food, then suddenly, he put his food in your plate.
Everyone went silent, they couldn't believe what they just saw.
Luffy. Sharing. Food?!
"Huh?!" you turned to look at him.
He grinned "Try it, it's really good"
Luffy noticed how quiet it became, he looked over at everyone, confused why everyone looked shocked.
Nami blinked.
Usopp blinked.
Sanji's cigarette fell out of his mouth.
Robin smiled.
"DID YOU JUST SHARE YOUR FOOD?" everyone screamed.
"Yea, so?" Luffy said bluntly, like it was a normal thing for him.
Zoro choked on his sake.
Sanji fainted
"Yo ho ho, oh young lovee" Brook said
Chopper rushed over to luffy "Luffy! Are you sick? This isn't like you to share!"
Luffy took a bite of his food "I wanted y/n to try it!" He paused and turned to face you. "It's good right?" He smiled
Your heart skipped a beat
'What is going on?!' you thought to yourself.
You composed yourself and grabbed a bite "It's really good luf" you smiled
His smile widened and he started grabbing more food for you.
"Here try this!"
"Try this one too!"
Everyone just stared at you two, too shocked to say something.
"Oh dear" Robin chuckled "It seems our captain has fallen in love"
You choked on your food and Luffy turned to Robin looking confused.
"Huh? What does that mean?" he asked
Robin smiled "It's when you always want to be near a certain person and feel weird around them. You always want to spend time with them and be on their side forever"
Nami sighs "You sure that's not too hard to understand? It's Luffy were talking about"
Luffy grumbles "That's it?"
Everyone nods
Luffy blinked
Looked at you and grinned
"Then I think love y/n a lot!" He exclaimed before he went back to eating
...
...
...
And once again, the room went silent.
You could feel your face on fire and everyone's eyes on you two.
What the fuck just happened?!
"What?! You can't just say that so bluntly!" you scold him, but luffy just laughed.
"Why not?" He pouts "That's what I feel about you but I just never knew what it was"
At this point, your brain couldn't process all this information at once. You open your mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"I-uh" you stutter. Too nervous to say the words about to come out of your mouth.
"Hmm?" He responded
You took a deep breath and said "I love you too then" you smiled.
Everyone's eyes popped out of their head
"WHAT" They all screamed.
Let's just say, nobody expected dinner to turn out like this.
Zoro:
Zoro is slightly obvious about it, but just doesn't realise it.
Because for some reason, he happens to be there wherever you are. If your reading a book while sunbathing? He'll come by after a few minutes to take a nap because 'the sun is nice'
Your passing by while he's training? His eyes follow your figure immediately and never take it off you, easily getting distracted which makes him forget how much reps he's done.
You leave the room? He notices way before anybody does even though he was supposed to be asleep already.
His face turns red everytime you smile at him or tease him. Just do anything as simple as breathing and this guy would be blushing like crazy, because he finds it 'cute'
And when anyone points it out, he says the same exact thing.
"Tch, shut up"
Because Zoro still thinks that he's acting normal. Which he isn't, but he's just simply too stubborn to admit it.
Too stubborn to admit that the way his heart races when he's around you isn't normal.
Too stubborn to admit that the way he always ends up wanting to be around you isn't normal.
Too stubborn to admit that how he feels and how he acts around you isn't normal.
But how can he admit to something he doesn't understand?
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You guys stopped over at an island to gather some supplies and decided to split up to make the job easier.
And you ended up going shopping with Zoro. Nobody honestly wanted to go with him because of his ability to always some how get lost and it takes too much time to look for him.
Not that either of you were against the idea.
Matter of fact, Zoro would much rather be with you than anyone else.
But of course, he had to get lost and now your stuck walking around looking for him. You took your eyes off him for 30 seconds and he was nowhere to be found.
As your walking around, you see a guy walking towards you. Then, he spoke.
"Hey, your not from around here right?" He stopped in front of you, hands behind his head.
"No, just visiting" you paused "Have you seen a green haired guy with swords on his torso?"
He raised his eyebrow, looking interested "Green hair? Haven't seen him around. A friend of yours? Or something more?"
'Or something more?'
Oh how you wish that was the case
"A friend" you said quickly, feeling a dust of pink creeping up to your face and your heart beating faster than usual.
"Then how about I help you look for him?" He winked "We can get to know each other in the process"
You paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. I mean, this would make the hunt for a certain moss head easier right?
"Ye-" but before you could even accept his offer, you felt a large rough hand on your shoulder.
"She won't be needing any help" a deep gruff familiar voice grumbled near your ear. You could feel his breath against your ear, which caused your whole face and ears to turn red.
Behind you was none other than Roronoa Zoro. His gaze narrowed down on the guy in front of you. He looked at him so intense, it won't be a surprise if he burned a hole through him.
The poor guy slightly trembled, taking tiny steps back. "Hey hey, I was just tryna help this beauty over here"
Zoro's eyes twitched, you could feel his grip on you slightly tightening. Veins showing on his forehead, obviously agitated at a certain person.
"She clearly doesn't need your help anymore"
"Well can't blame a guy for trying" he sighed. "She said your not her boyfriend so why do you care so much?"
That question made Zoro pause. His jaw tightened and his throat felt dry.
As annoying as he is, he has a point.
'Why does he care so much?'
For a moment, no one spoke. The only noises you could hear were vendors promoting their shop, kids running around, people chattering.
Both men just simply stared at each other, not saying anything. Zoro was the first to break the silence, "It's none of your business"
The man stared at Zoro for a moment before letting out a whistle.
"Y'know, I think someone's inlove"
You felt Zoro stiffen beside you.
"What did you just say?"
The guy laughed nervously "I'm just saying, I went and talked to her then you showed up and been glaring at me the whole time. Then you come over here acting like her personal guard dog"
A vein appeared on Zoro's forehead "Watch your mouth"
"You can't tell me you don't like her"
"I don't"
"You do"
"I don't"
"It's obvious"
'Does this guy have a death wish or what???'
You could feel Zoro's patience disappearing. So before things could get any worse, you quickly stepped between them.
"Okay, that's enough from both of you"
The guy immediately took a step backProbably because he realised he might lose his head.
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving" He turned around and winked at you "See you around then beautiful" he said before walking away.
As he walked away, he looked at Zoro one last time.
"Trust me, man. You've got it bad" Then he disappered into the crowd
For a moment, neither you or Zoro said anything.The busy marketplace carried on around you as if nothing happened.
You cleared your throat.
"So..."
Zoro immediately started walking.
"Tch. We still have supplies to get"
You blinked before hurrying after him.
"Heyy, wait up!"
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After that whole commotion earlier, you and Zoro went back to gathering supplies. But this time, it was unusually quiet.
Normally, you wouldn't think much of it. He wasn't really the talkative type, but today he was quieter than usual.
Usually, you would talk and he would respond properly and listen to you ramble about anything. But today was different. Every time you talk, he'd only answer with a grunt, or a short response before it becomes silent again.
Meanwhile, what the guy said to him kept replaying in his head.
"I think someone's in love"
That's probably the most stupidest thing anyone has ever said to him.
But he couldn't stop thinking about it. Could it be why he always end up near you?
Why he get this weird feeling around you?
Why he get mad when another man tried to get too close to you?
Suddenly, you stop at a stall and picked up something. In your hand was a small cat trinket, a smile spread across your face as you excitedly showed it to Zoro.
"Aw look, it's a cat" you look up to him and smiled brighter than before.
Zoro's breath hitched, and for a moment he just stared at you.
'Why did he get even more nervous when he saw your smile?'
His eyes widened, it all made sense now. The way he would always end up wanting to be near you. The way his heart beats when you smile at him.The way he always notices you without even trying.
And suddenly, maybe the annoying guy from earlier was right.
Tch, you've gotta be kidding me'
You place the trinket down, and notice him just staring at you. His eyes wide open, his breathing uneven, his face all red and flustered.
"... Why are you looking at me like that?"
Your voice snapped him out of it. He looked away fast, while covering his face with one of his hands.
Zoro coughs "I'm not"
"You are"
"I'm not"
A grin slowly spreads across your face.
"Why is your face so red? You look a little flustered"
"It isn't"
"It is"
You stared at him for a little bit before laughing.
"That's cute"
Zoro's head immediately snapped to look at you. His face was redder than it was before
"Eh?!" You laughed even more and kept on walking, completely unaware of the overwhelming situation you put Zoro into.
"Tch, woman wait up!" He snapped back into reality and immediately chased after you.
Ace:
Ace is painfully obvious about it, just not to himself.
Because apparently to his logic, it's normal to spend almost every minute with you. At least his logic says so.
If your sitting alone in the deck, Ace somehow always ends up sitting beside you.
If your helping around in the ship, Ace always finds a reason to help out to.
If your somewhere alone together, he'll stay far longer than he planned.
And when anyone pointed it out
"It's not a big deal"
Because he believes it isn't that big of a deal. So what if he always spends him time around you? You both live in the same ship, so isn't it normal to be around each other often?
But he doesn't realise how he laughs harder than usual when your around.
He doesn't realise that when anything exciting happens, your the first person he wants to tell about it.
And he definitely doesn't realise that he spends more time looking at you than anything else.
But how is he supposed to realise that this feeling is he feels is something else when he's never experienced anything like it before.
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Everyone in the ship noticed it for a long time, except you or Ace.
Because even with everyone's little comments, you genuinely believe that's just the way he is. Always playful. Always flirty. And really clingy.
'That's just the way he is, right?'
At first, the crew thought they were imagining things. Then they started paying attention.
Marco notices how Ace always sat beside you during his meals. Giving you bits of his food to try because he thought it tastes really good.
Izo noticed how if you both were missing, it's always most likely you both are alone together somewhere.
Thatch noticed how he would get all flustered when you smile, or make physical contact with him.
And Whitebeard noticed everything.
Every time Pops asked about it, Ace always had an excuse.
"She's funny"
"I like talking to her"
"Whats the big deal?"
Eventually, everyone just started making bets on how long it will take until Ace realises his feelings for you is 'more than friends'
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Everyone's gathered around one of the tables, eating and talking after a long day. And among those people was Ace telling a story, about you.
Again.
"...And then she tripped over a bucket and somehow blamed me for it"
Everyone laughed, including Ace as he takes another bite of his food.
Then Marco spoke, "You know... You talk about her a lot"
Ace shrugged
"So?..."
Thatch repeated "So?"
"So?" Ace said again
Everyone exchanged looks, then Marco sighed.
"Ace"
"What?"
"Your in love with her"
Ace laughed
"What? Me?" He snickered. Then he looked around and saw that nobody was laughing.
Marco looked completely serious
Thatch looked completely serious
Izo looked completely serious
Pops is just silently grinning
Ace slowly stopped laughing,"... Wait" he paused "You guys are serious?"
Marco nodded, "Very"
Ace immediately shook his head, "No way, seriously?"
Thatch leaned forward. "Seriously"
Everyone shared another look, before they started interrogating him.
"You always sit next to her every meal"
"So?"
"You share food with her"
"And?"
"You spend all day with her"
"We live in the same ship?"
"You started blushing like crazy when he pulled you in a side hug"
A slight tint of pink spreads across his face.
"I did not"
"You did"
"That doesn't prove anything"
Everyone sighed
"Fine" Marco replied. "Where is she right now?"
Without thinking, his eyes dart across the room trying to look for you. He looked at every corner, the door, the stairs, the deck. He looked everywhere but you were no where to be seen.
"She's taking forever, I'll look for her" But before he could stand up, a hand grabs his wrists and stops him.
"See? You didn't even think about it" Marco smirked
"Huh?"
"See? You always do that. The second she's not around, you start looking for her. You always find some excuse to be near her."
The room went completely silent. Ace froze as his eyes slowly widen when the realisation hits him.
Everyone immediately started laughing, exchanging money.
"Pay up"
"I told you it would happen by the end of this month"
"I said before the next island"
All this commotion going on, and Ace was just silent. Because for the first time, he's finally realising that maybe there's more to it. More to the feelings he gets around you.
The way he always wants to talk to you.
The way he always wants to be around you.
The way being around you just felt right.
And suddenly, maybe they weren't wrong. Maybe he is in love
Ace slowly dragged a hand down his face.
"Your joking right?"
And that made the laugher somehow louder than it already was before.
"Nope" Thatch replied.
Pops let out a laugh, "Took you long enough
Shanks:
Nobody really noticed when it started. Not because Shanks was trying to hide it, but he just simply didn't realise what he was doing.
Somehow he would always end up wherever you are every time. You two would just always end up... alone together.
Like how he was only supposed to tell you something little for five minutes turning into thirty minutes.
How every time he makes you laugh with his corny jokes he suddenly gets this weird feeling.
Times like that just ended up getting longer and longer just because neither of you want to stop the conversation.
Shanks never thought much about it. It was simple really. He just found it easy and comfortable to talk to you.
It just slipped its way into his routine without him realising.
And when one of the crew points it out he'd just laugh it off.
Because in his mind, he didn't think anything was going on.
You were just you, fun to talk to that's why he keeps going to you.
At least that's what he told himself.
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The realisation happened in the most random way possible.
The crew stopped by an island to get some supplies, and of course you eneded up spending the whole day with your captain.
Not that you both planned it, it just naturally happened like always.
You both walked around the market, stopping by random stalls and talking about anything.
As you both were walking around, you spotted a stall filled with fruits.
"Shanks look" you tugged on his shirt and pointed at the stall "Those apples look juicy, can we check it out?"
He looked over and chuckled, "Of course.. anything for you"
You roll your eyes at his usual playfulness before walking over to the stall.
An elderly woman running the stall smiles at you two. "Hello, would you like to buy some apples?"
You smile back at her, "Yes please, can we get a kilo of apples?"
Shanks grabbed some money from his pocket before handing it to her.
"Thank you young man, just pick one of those bags"
You look around the table of bagged apples, looking for the best looking ones. Then, you spotted one in the middle of the bunch. But before you could get them, a hand grabs them before you can.
"They're heavy, I'll carry them for you"
Shanks grabs the bag and smiles at you. "It's one kilo, it's not that heavy. You're already holding something, and you've only got one arm. Let me do it" you argue.
He sticks his tongue out "No, let me carry it"
You open your mouth to argue with him some more before you heard the elderly woman giggle a bit.
"Oh what a lovely couple"
You both immediately froze.
"Oh no we're not together"
Beside you, Shanks laughed.
"Not even close"
The woman chuckled before returning to packaging the apples.
Neither of you thought much of it before continuing shopping.
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The day went on like usual, you both walked around did your thing and talked. You pointed out things you like or need for the ship, and he ends up carrying most of them even with how much you argue.
Nothing unusual
Nothing different
But still, his mind went back to what that old lady said.
'Oh what a lovely couple'
Thats stupid, you were just friends
Really good friends. That was all to it
So why is he still bothered about it?
Why can't he stop thinking about it?
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By the time the sun set, you both were back at the ship. Everyone was scattered around the ship's deck, conversations overlapping, crates being moved, people laughing and chatting.
You went and immediately started getting pulled into conversations. Laughing and helping around the ship.
Shanks was leaning on a railing near you, just watching for a moment.
Just... thinking
And in that moment, he noticed something he didn't think much of before.
How his attention always softened and drifted back to you. How he always changes his schedules around just to be with you.
How it felt natural and comfortable around you. And that comment the woman made slowly started to make sense now.
Why people always assume something going on between you two just simply because he acts like it.
Because there is something going on
Well for him at least...
Shanks exhaled through his nose, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as a slow smile formed on his face.
"... That's a problem" he muttered a little softly.
Across the deck, Benn glanced over to him. "Your doing it again"
Shanks continued to look at you.
"What am I doing?"
"The staring"
That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and brief, like he already knew the answer.
He didn’t deny it.
Didn’t ignore it either.
Just let it sit there
"…Yeah" Shanks admitted under his breath.
Then, almost like it caught him off guard even as he said it
He gave a small sigh.
"Damn… I think I’m in love with her."
Law:
Law isn't that obvious about it.
Not because he's good at hiding it, but it's just because nobody thought their captain was capable of falling in love.
It's just simply because he's naturally quiet, distant and cold. The type of person who would rather lock himself up in his room than spend and get to know people.
So even when someone had a slight suspicion, they would usually brush it off.
Because isn't it normal for the captain to remember every little thing about a certain crewmate more than others?
Or why he always know or want to know where you are.
Or how he notices you more than anyone else.
Or how he would always stay by your side and barely leave unless important when your sick?
It's because he's the captain and the doctor, paying close attention to his crew is simply his job.
That's what he thinks at least.
Just a responsibility
Just you.
But Law can't stop wondering why he pays more attention to you more than the others.
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You went out for a quick trip in town to get some supplies you forgot to buy. It was just supposed to be quick and simple, but of course luck was just simply not on your side today.
Because somehow, this island had to be under watch by an vice admiral without you or the crew knowing.
Vice admiral Gou is a new marine officer known for being ruthless and merciless. Gou wasn't really famous like the other admirals, but he still earned a reputation for not letting his targets escape.
And of course, you just had to cross paths with him.
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Back on the submarine, Law was busy as usual in his office.
You were supposed to only be gone for a little while. But that little while turned into an hour, then two.
He let out a long exhausted sigh, you should have been back by now.
Maybe you got distracted
Maybe you got lost
Maybe-
But before he could think of the worst, someone knocked on the door.
"Captain" Bepo said before opening the door. "I'm worried, it's been a while and she still hasn't come back"
Law stood up and grabbed his sword next to him. "I'm going out, watch the ship for me" he said before walking towards the door.
Bepo stepped aside, making a way out for his captain.
"I hope she's okay..."
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The moment he reached town, he could clearly tell something was wrong.
People were running around the streets screaming, a few buildings damaged and the ground was cracked in multiple places.
His heart sank as he immediately thought of you.
Then, he overheard people talking
"A pirate fought that new vice admiral Gou"
"She never stood a chance against him"
He froze, trying to process what he just heard
Then he ran, as quickly as he can.
"Damn it, what did you get yourself into" he cursed to himself.
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After running around the streets, he was starting to lose hope on finding you.
But then there you were, soaked in blood.
You were sitting against a broken wall with chunks of rubble around you. Your clothes were torn, blood staining almost you whole body and the ground under you.
For one second, Law's heart stopped. His mind jumping to the worst possible things.
You weren't moving, you were too still. His chest tightened so bad it hurt.
'What the hell happened here?!'
He immediately ran towards you, heart beating faster than ever. His hands shakly grabbed both your shoulders. The sight of you like this made his heart clench, he couldn't simply stop the tears threatening to come out of his eyes.
He was scared, a feeling he hasn't felt this intense in years.
You felt something wet drop on your face. You struggled to keep your eyes open, only managing to open them barely.
"... Captain?..."
It was a surprise you managed to find the strength to say that. It was a relief that you were still conscious.
"What were you thinking?!" his voice came out harsher than expected. But even while he's scolding you, he's checking your injuries.
Already trying to stop the bleeding
Already making sure your pulse is still there.
Because no matter how angry he was at your stupidity, he was still worried sick about you.
He carefully lifted you into his arms, making sure not to make sudden movements.
Please
Just stay alive
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Back at the submarine, he immediately took care of you and did everything he can to make sure you'll be okay.
He spent long hours, trying to patch you up while the crew waited outside the room. They've never seen Law like this before.
Usually he was calm and collected, but right now he seemed scared and panicked.
And finally after a long time, he finished treating you.
But even though you survived, you still weren't awake.
A day passed, then another
During that time you were in a coma, Law spent all his time in your room.
Sometimes he'll sit beside your bed while reading one of his medical books.
Sometimes he'll try to work, but most of the time he'd just simply watch the steady rise and fall of your chest. Waiting for you to wake up
Making sure you were still breathing. The crew immediately noticed Law would never leave your room.
Because every time they came to visit you, Law was there.
Like he's afraid that if he left, something would happen to you.
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A few days later when your eyes finally opened, Law was right there sitting next to your bed. Like he always had for the past week waiting for you to wake up.
For a moment neither of you spoke, just savouring each other's company.
Then he let out a breath that sounded almost shaky.
"Your an idiot"
Your throat felt dry as you try to form words in your mouth.
"Nice to see you too" you tried to smile, but you felt too weak to do so.
"You nearly died"
The words came out sharper than he thought.
You notice the dark circles under his eyes, how his shoulders slowly start to loosen up. He looked exhausted, like he hasn't slept properly in a while.
Seeing you finally awake made him feel a sense of relief. He didn't have time worry about something happening to you during your slumber.
You stare at him for a moment.
"Have you slept? You looked exhausted"
Law looked away "That's not important"
But it was, because it got him thinking why was he acting like this all of the sudden?
He never acted this panicked when one of the crew almost died once.
But with you it was different. How many hours he spent locked in your room the whole time you were in a coma.
The constant need to check on you, to make sure you were still breathing.
The fear he felt when he thought about losing you.
And that's when the gears in his head fit into place.
The reason why seeing you covered in blood made his heart drop.
The reason why the thought of losing you scared him more than anything else.
The reason why he couldn't leave your side no matter how many times he told himself to get some rest.
Law lowered his gaze, his shoulder resting against the arm rest of his chair.
"...Seriously?"
The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Because after everything, it all finally made sense to him.
It wasn't just because he was scared of losing a crew member.
He didn't just notice you more because you were a crewmate
- ❝you don’t usually initiate touch and intimacy, and you certainly aren’t the clingy type. until today that is. And he’s caught off guard.❞
⤷ Pt 2 જ⁀➴ Pt 3 જ⁀➴
˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: fluff, sweet like a cupcake, suggestive themes; SFW. Reader is she/her 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 400 per seperate fic (roughly)
₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro, (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: this is a request from a reader! I hope you enjoyed this sweetness because I sure did ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)🤍❞
Rob Lucci
(Note: this man… I’m not normal about him)
Rob Lucci is a man of focus.
He doesn’t melt, doesn’t break, doesn’t bend.
A machine, if you must.
He was overlooking some reports concerning updates of the Underworld; feet landed on top of the table, his hat and tie slung over the chair. Even Hattori was nudging on some seeds by the table. He had that usual look on his face.
And that’s when you came in—he doesn’t glance, doesn’t look your way but he knows it’s you just from the steps.
“I’m working, so unless it’s important—“
You leech onto him in an embrace.
He freezes. Not blinking.
You dig your face into his neck. Burying. Nuzzling. Kissing him. Only then does he take his gaze to you. Letting go of the reports.
“… is everything as it should—?”
“Rob,” your hand places on his cheek, tilting his face to you as you give him a kiss on the lips. Quick, gentle, before giving him another three pecks on his cheek. Meanwhilst, you manoeuvre into his lap.
“Hey.” He says — and you only crash your face back into his neck. Humming. Taking in his scent. Dark cologne and brandy. He hesitates placing his hands on you.
“What’s gotten into you.” He tries to catch your gaze but you’ve made yourself at home under his chin.
“Rob…”
“Hm?”
“Call me pretty.”
He blinks. Lips parting.
And then a hand goes to your face. Pulling your cheek.
“Owowowow—“
He let’s go.
“What was that for!?” You rub your cheek, giving him a frown.
“I had to check if you were the real deal.” He leans back and you hmph.
Burying your face back in his neck.
… he’s not saying you’re pretty. You decide to punish him. Just a little. You give his neck a lick. A kiss. A nibble. Just a small one.
Rob is a man of focus. Doesn’t break, doesn’t bend, doesn’t melt. But for the first time in a long, long time—he flinches. Tenses.
“Did something happen?” He says at last and you shake your head. “No. I just missed you Rob.” You say, nestling your face into him. You adjust your seat in his lap, so to angle yourself deeper, closer to him. “I missed you so much.”
He blinks, and carefully, carefully, he places his hands above your shoulder blades. Breathing as slowly as he can.
… right. Aha.
Sure. He’ll buy it.
His heart didn’t skip a beat. No. Absolutely not. Not Rob Lucci. And he’s not breaking, or bending or melting at all. Not at all — not even when he places his hand on the small of your back. pulling you closer. Kissing you back. (Lies)
Rob will let you rub yourself against him, like a cat marking her territory. He does not mind. No in fact, when your scent sticks to his shirt, he’ll hesitate putting it into the washer. But only hesitating.
Sir Crocodile
He was pissed.
Well. When isn’t Crocodile pissed?
Probably when he’s reading about rare mushrooms and where to gather them. Or when he overlooks his bananawani, like a proud father who can’t admit he has a soft spot for them.
Now, however — he isn’t smiling. Or laughing. Or smirking. No the man is scowling. Hard. The report paper crumbling in his hands as he sees Buggy’s spending habits finally starting to catch up to his schemes.
That’s when you tiptoe your way in to his office. He does not look your way, only takes a quick smoke before taking his cigar out his mouth. “Not now darling; I’m in the middle of work—“
You lock him in to an embrace without so much a word and he freezes.
He feels you nudging your face into his spine. Pulling him deeper from behind.
He glances over his shoulder. A sweat droplet slipping down his cheek. “… are you well? Did something happen—?” He turns to face you but you won’t let go.
You shake your head. Face buried in his chest. Arms still locked around his waist.
The report paper is suddenly all forgotten as it trickles down the floor. “You sure—?”
You press your face deeper into his chest.
He smells so good. Like something refined and expensive; you can’t get enough of it. Enough of him.
You look up from his waist and he tenses at the sight of your face. Flushed cheeks and eyes begging for more.
“I missed you; I want to be near you. Is that okay? Or are you too busy?” You don’t mean to sound whiny or pleading but whatever tone you’re using; it’s working.
He sets his work aside for you — steers you both down into his arm chair. Letting you nestle close into his chest, his skin.
You tug onto him like a little kitten mewling for its mother. You take in his scent, more and more and more, not once getting enough. You even earn a chuckle from him.
“You’re clingy today—what’s the change of heart?”
You withdraw only so you can stare at his handsome, smug face. You lean in and steal a kiss on the lips. Then on his cheek, jaw, nose and eye lid. You kiss everywhere and anywhere, ending it again on his lips.
His face is twitching as he tries his best to hold his composure.
“Jus’ missed you.”
“… I see.” He says, a smirk pulling on his lip. Tugging you closer.
He won’t be letting you go for a good while.
Trafalgar D. Water Law
Law just finished an operation.
Figuratively speaking; he’s dead.
All he wants is to catch a nap before sunrise — opening his bedroom door however, he’ll spot you sitting on his bed.
He blinks; watching you inch closer. Your steps slow, deliberate—as if prowling for a kill.
“Hey, what’s up—?”
You lunge your arms over his shoulders, tiptoeing as you bring him into an embrace.
He tenses. Immediately.
Even when you press yourself against him, even when you take in the scent of him and your hands travel up his shoulders, to his neck and into his hair.
Your voice goes dangerously close to his ear. “Law… you smell so good.”
He blinks. Seven times to be exact.
“… yeah…?”
“Mhm.” You pull away, smiling. Arms still slung over his shoulders.
The tips of his ear are shot red.
You’re smiling, and your cheeks are round but he decides to ask anyways. “Is everything alright?”
You nod, leaning in and stealing a peck on his lips, hands sliding down to his chest. You tug him, steering him to bed.
“Uhhhhhhh—“ is what leaves his mouth when you press him down onto his mattress and climb over him. Locking your body over his. Digging your face under his collarbones.
“Hey. Babe.” He looks up, now it isn’t just his ears being red, but his face too. “I… uh I—?”
You glance up from his chest. “Shhh. Just let me hug you and enjoy it while it lasts.
The Surgeon of Death folds like a piece of paper.
Yeah sure — whatever his pretty girl wants.
Law sinks back down onto his pillow. Letting out the biggest breath from his chest. Heart pounding a little bit too fast.
He’s gonna sleep good tonight alright.
Donquixote Doflamingo
Donquixote Doflamingo.
Controlled, flamboyant and charismatic. Enough to fool a King and his kingdom that is.
It was dead in the night. He had just tucked you in a few hours ago.
Now — he was overlooking some of Vergo’s reports, wine glass half empty as he hears you tiptoeing inside his office.
He glances to you, this time; he wore no glasses or a grin. His eyes were tired, his face quiet but when you enter with a blanket wrapped around yourself—you earn a small incredulous little smirk.
“Oh? Can’t sleep cariña?” He says putting down the reports as you inch near.
You don’t say anything as you approach him, only looming over him when you finally come close.
He doesn’t pull you in — just watching your pretty face. “Go on… Is there something you want—?”
You lift your blanket, wrapping it over him with you. You come close, leaning into his hair. Taking in the scent of him.
For a moment — Doflamingo just blinks.
Even as you come closer, pulling him to you with the blanket and nestling your face into his neck.
“You’re warm.” You say, and move into his lap. Only then does Doffy look up. Brows pulling. “… are you upset? Did something happen?”
You shake your head. Adjusting your seat on his crotch. “No, I jus’ wanna be near you. That’s all. Promise.”
Funnily enough — the way he lets you settle in, it’s almost a bit clumsy. His hands hover above your hips, he leans back as if to not invade your space and his shoulders are tense.
But when you rest your cheek on his chest only then does he soften up.
He lands his hands on top of your shoulder blades. Bringing you close. Face leaning down to your ear. Voice hot on your skin.
“What’s with the special treatment?” He grins, “trying to earn yourself a reward—?”
“Yes. I am.” You look up to him “I missed you. I want to feel you, be with you. That’s what I want.”
And it’s like you stole his breath away. He blinks, chest empty. Grin immediately gone and something vulnerable, something raw appears on his face.
For once — this charlatan is at loss for words.
The fact that you want him, even when you know his true nature—it brings such a soft ache in his chest that he can’t describe as anything but relief.
When you see that he can’t answer you only give him a sheepish smile. Kissing the corner of his lip.
“Don’t get all ahead of yourself — I’m just clingy for tonight.” You say, tugging onto him. Burying your face in his neck.
And he scoffs.
Embracing and kissing you back.
Roronoa Zoro
He was sharpening his sword when you trudged inside.
He gives you one sharp glance. “If you’re gonna nag about how I forgot to buy you snacks then—“
Your steps are fast, hard—plunging. And before he knows it, you’re grabbing onto his bicep.
He freezes. Whatever he was doing with his sword — long forgotten.
For a moment; there is just silence between you two.
You nudging your face into his arm.
Him malfunctioning from your sudden switch in behaviour.
He glances to you, almost motorically.
“Oi. What’s going on.”
You cling onto him harder. And when you kiss his bicep, only then does he flinch.
“H-hey, if this is some tactic to go get me run you errands, it’s not working—“
“Zoro,” you breathe, looking up to him.
And he turns pink.
Must you be so damn pretty lady?
He clicks his tongue, looking away.
Returning to sharpening his sword.
You tug onto him. “Zoro.”
He pretends you aren’t there.
“Zorooooo” you whine, pulling him and tugging his arm but he tries his best to ignore his heart pounding out of his chest.
“What is it.” He bites back when you lunge over his back. Your chest pressed onto his spine as you lean over his shoulders.
“Pay attention to meee~” you whine out and looks to you. Eye twitching.
“Did something happen? You’re awfully clingy.”
You make a face and he grumbles.
Damn it. Fine. You win. Whatever.
He turns to face you, and you immediately push your face between his pecs.
Arms slung over his shoulders. You take in the scent of him. He smells so good, you just want to bite him.
“Everything alright?” He says at last, carefully bringing you close and you shake your head. “I missed you. I just wanna be with you. That’s all.”
“You sure that’s all—?”
You bring your mouth to his neck. Kissing him. Nibbling him.
“You smell so good. I want to eat you.”
He blinks. And then closes his eye. Sighing. Admitting defeat.
He’ll let you cling yourself onto him, let you rub and kiss him. Heart pounding out of his chest.
And when this moment of yours is over; he’ll miss it more than a touch starved sailor at sea.
summary ﹏ When Zoro decides to ask Dracule Mihawk on a dual to dethrone, you think it’s the most stupid idea ever, but who are you to stop him? Though, you can totally remind him that sometimes, he shouldn’t be the one in control.
The smell of sweat and sex flowed inside the small room, moans echoing loud against the wooden walls, mixed with the clicking of earrings. Zoro’s hands tugged on the ropes, burning the skin of his wrists, creating redness there. It wasn’t a punishment per say, but he had been stupid enough to ask Dracule Mihawk for a fight, thinking he’d be strong enough to dethrone him and take the title of world’s greatest swordman. It was his dream and so, you had decided to not try to stop him, but that didn’t mean you liked the idea.
And so, you had decided to make him realize how stupid he was for thinking he could always be in control of things.
You had met Zoro at the same time you met Luffy and Nami at Shells Town, when you had helped the three of them steal a map of the Grand Line, thus becoming a member of Luffy’s crew (even though you were at the marine’s base to steal it for yourself, in the first place).
There has been some immediate tension between you and Zoro from the first second you had met him; glances here and there, shoulders bumping, teasing, sarcasm. The whole bunch.
But it had heated up the moment the crew had stopped at the Baratie, the moment you had sat down at that restaurant table and Zoro’s free hand had rested on your thigh, squeezing the fat there, eyes looking elsewhere like it was the most normal situation ever. You hadn’t said anything about the touch, but thoughts about his hands on your body had run through your mind. Thoughts of his lips on your skin, his fingers curling inside your warmth, his cock nested deep inside you.
And when you thought this could keep going for weeks, he had to be dumb enough to have a death wish with Mihawk. You thought if Zoro was about to die later, he could at least get a sample of what he’ll be missing forever. But there was no way you’d let him be in control after being so dumb—and so, the both of you were locked in his room, his hands tied by thick ropes and up above his hands. Sweat covered his forehead, grunts and groans leaving his mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock.
It had started with a little argument, some sarcasm on his part, as always. Fingers tugging on hair, lips crashing against lips, hands groping your tits, his shirt flying away before you turned the situation to your advantage.
He tugged on his restraint again, like it would suddenly break and let him free. His dark eyes were focused on your face and the expression of pleasure that decorated it. His voice was strained as he finally spoke. “Fuck, come on, I got it. Untie me, yeah?” He groaned as you lowered yourself down on his cock again, the wetness of your cunt coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls, sticking to both your skins.
Your hands pushed on his bare chest, stabilizing yourself as your hips rolled on top of his own. Squelching noises made the movements more perverted and icky, but that didn’t make you stop at all. You shook your head at Zoro, a heat in your lower belly when his tip hit your sweet spot. “No—No, you don’t deserve it. You were stupid.” You voiced at him, before throwing your head up to the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in pleasure.
His hips jerked up when yours lowered, skin slapping skin and his shaft hitting deeper which made you moan out his name. Your nails scratched at his torso, leaving red marks on his tan skin, before one lifted to tug on his short green hair, making him hiss, his throat now bare for your liking. His earrings created little clicking noises that mixed with the whines coming from your throat. Curses escaped his mouth, his thighs shook under the weight of your body as you fastened your riding. “How am I supposed to make you feel good if I can’t touch you?” You heard him say, and you chuckled at his words, shaking your head.
“I can make myself feel good, Z, I just have to use you for that. Besides, it’s your punishment for being stupid and thinking you are stronger than Mihawk.” A strong jerk of his hips up made you gasp, his bulbous tip hitting your cervix which made you moan out his name loudly. Your pussy clenched around his cock, the length dragging in and out of your gummy insides. You could feel the veins twitching, the pre-cum flowing out of his pretty tip to mix with your juices, the way your ass slapped down on his balls when you lowered yourself.
The swordsman tugged on his restrain once more, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he felt you suck his cock inside your tight little cunt, creamy white come around the base of his shaft; so pretty, so dreamy. “Come on baby, let me touch you.” He groaned then, eyes half-lidded from the pleasure but you only chuckled once more and shook your head at him. You bounced faster, feeling his tip rub against your sweet spot so deliciously.
Zoro wasn’t one to beg for anything or to anyone, but at that moment, the pleasure was almost torture. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers, to make you bounce down on his shaft.
You loved the tone of his voice as he did beg to be freed from the ropes, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of touching you. You didn’t want to think about the fact that he could clearly lose his fight with Mihawk and die; no, you wanted to think about him coming back to you and how he could tease you the same way you were teasing him. It would be only fair.
Zoro gasped as you rolled your hips to a new angle, velvety walls sucking him in, your wetness coating all his length and down to his bush. Your hands moved backward, resting on top of his knees as you bounced faster and harder, your ass slapping down on his thighs.
“Fuck, fuck—Come on, good girl, that’s it.” He praised, even if unable to touch you like he wanted to, even if he didn’t have the power. His dark eyes lowered to where his cock met your cunt, his thoughts in shambles at the view of the mess you created there. Your wetness coating his pubic hair, making them glisten with your essence, showing how good you felt.
You rolled your hips, sweating and panting, warmth coursing through your body at the slightly new position. “Z, fuck, it feels so good.” You moaned at him, eyebrows furrowed when your eyes met his own. Zoro couldn’t help himself from jerking his hips up to meet your movements, letting his cock slam inside your insides. Your juices dripped to your inner-thighs, slick and sticky, coating your skin. The green-haired man beneath you nodded, his eyes closing for a second or so just to open again and look at you.
“Feels good like that, uh? You like riding me?” He asked, smirk back on his face.
You almost wanted to stop, remind him that you were the one in control and he didn’t have the power to speak like that; but who were you kidding? So you nodded, biting down on your lips, hips slotted down against his pelvis and his cock nested all the way inside you. Your clit rubbed against his bush, bringing another wave of pleasure inside you, making you moan. His hair tickled against your wet skin. “Yeah, t’feels good…” You only replied, too busy pleasuring yourself at that moment.
“Don’t stop then, let me see how good you can make yourself feel without me touching you.” He added, jerking his hips up against yours once more, his tip hitting that sweet spot at the entrance of your pussy. Your hands were clammy on his knees, your grip tightening as you started to bounce again, rolling your hips forward so your clit would rub and hit against his bush. Moans escaped your mouth, eyes focused on his face as he nodded and praised you quietly. “That’s my girl, come on baby. Bet that feels good, uh?”
For one little second, you swore at yourself: that should have happened way before. If only you both had acted up on those feelings and tension instead of walking around it without saying anything. Zoro could die and he could have left without knowing how you truly felt for him.
A warmth coursed through your lower belly again, your pussy clenching around Zoro’s cock, keeping him there so snuggly. He hissed at the feeling, muscles taunting as he tugged on the ropes again, but never able to break them. His head rolled to look at the wooden ceiling for a moment before his dark eyes met your face. Your thighs burned from the efforts of riding him and he must have realized, his hips now rutting upward to meet yours, his tip rubbing your g-spot continually.
You moaned, hands flying to rest on his chest once more, hips bouncing to write your name onto his cock. Loud noises of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, followed by the squelching of your wet pussy filled by his shaft.
“Zoro, m’bout to come… Fuck!” You whined, and after those words, you fastened your pace on top of him. Zoro groaned, feeling your juices sticking to his balls and dripping all the way down to his length to pool at the base. He just moaned for a beat or two, before speaking. “Come on my cock, come on—show me how good you feel, sweet thing.”
Those words were your undoing, and you gasped loudly when your cunt clenched around him, sucking him dry. Your thighs shook around his hips, your pace uncoordinated, warmth coursing through your entire body. You could hear Zoro praise you, but a buzz in your ears made you unable to understand his words. Your nails scratched the skin of his bare torso, muscles convulsing as you came on his shaft, making a mess with your juices. Your essence leaking down to his base, glistening against his bush—your clit throbbing from the rubbing you had done too.
But your hips kept rutting, searching for more, trying to bring Zoro to his climax too. Your walls squeezed him tighter, and he hissed as you bounced up and down, more lazily. “Move baby, I’m about to—” He groaned and you nodded, sweaty and out-of-it. Your hips lifted up, his cock slipping out of your wet warmth in a loud-pop at the same time he came.
A loud groan left his mouth, thick ropes of creamy and hot white semen flowed to hit his lower belly and chest, his cock hitting back on his belly, twitching.
You sighed, watching his semen decorate his own skin, before gently sitting back on his thighs. Zoro took a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at you. “Fuck. Are you going to untie me now, sweet thing?” He smirked, tugging on his restraints for a last time before you chuckled, nodding your head at him.
You moved, hands carefully undoing the ropes from around his wrists. The swordsman immediately rubbed at the raw skin there, humming quietly at the feeling before his dark eyes met your orbs. He didn’t speak for a second before his strong hands groped at the fat of your hips, bringing you closer as he sat up.
“You know, the floor isn’t very comfortable for that kind of activity.” He joked, rolling his shoulders, the muscles of his biceps bulging. You hummed at him, before replying. “What? You want to try the hammock, next time?” Zoro acted like he was thinking about him for a beat or two before nodding his head, looking away.
“So… You’re saying there will be a next time?”
“If you survive Mihawk, why not?”
“That’s a deal, baby.”
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[When Miss Goldenweek paints you afraid, that includes Zoro as well. If he wants to wipe that paint off of your arm, he needs to get much closer, witnessing how fear turns into terror with each step towards you.]
a/n: let me know if you want Sanji's version!!
Although Zoro wasn’t one for philosophical debates, he had a habit of indulging you. It was nothing short of selfish – he longed to be the sole beneficiary of your attention. Even if your ponderings were utterly uninteresting to him.
Alas, now he wished that he had listened to you closely, taken in every word you had said. Perhaps then he’d know how to get through to you.
The fear that glistened in your teary, red eyes was impossible. Not only in terms of intensity but also in its origin. How could he, Roronoa Zoro, put such terror in your trembling heart? He, who had promised time and time again to not let harm come your way; he, who shielded you with his own body during a fight; he, who considered a bleeding wound to be a small price to pay for your safety and well-being.
With each step he took in your direction, you took two steps back, ever growing the distance separating you. It seemed as though the larger the chasm between you, the more fearful you were. Something viscous and dishonest inside your thoughts used the space as proof: prey crawls away from the predator, it’s only natural. If you must be so far away from Zoro, just how bloodthirsty is he? What menace lies behind the dexterity of his fingers and the persistence shining in those deep-brown eyes?
You continued to retreat, gaze darting around in search of escape. How silly you really were – there was no way you could possibly outrun him. Finally, your back hit a large tree trunk. A muffled thud symbolised your impasse.
The man was about to take another step forward when your shaky voice called out to him:
“Stay there! Don’t come any closer!”
A desperate break in your voice rendered him immobile. Such an unfamiliar sound, yet more horrible than anything he’s ever heard. It resounded somewhere deep inside him, his own fears repeating it like an echo. His chest suddenly tightened and Zoro found himself both speechless and breathless. That unnamed sensation seared through his lungs, heart and spine. Trembling hands longed to claw his chest open and rip out whatever was hurting in such an unbearable, inexplicable way. It wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. Nothing in nature should be subjected to that agony.
Your entire body shook as you slid along the trunk and sat on the ground, knees held close to your chest. A violent sob escaped your throat. Trying to stifle it, you put your hands on your mouth, in vain. Hot tears streamed down your face, glistening in the high noon sun.
Seeing the reflected sunrays, Zoro recalled one late night, when you begged him to stay up a little and join you in some stargazing. Bright, white dots littered the dark sky like precious jewels scattered on a sheet of black satin. There, sitting next you, Zoro finally understood the idea of art. If he could somehow save that moment, he would. Then, any time his heart desired, he could once again see your soft smile filled with wonder, faraway stars glistening in your eyes and the almost reverent look with which you admired the night sky. He recalled how you broke the long, pleasant silence: “I wonder what they see when they look down on us.” Zoro would have reminded you that stars, obviously, don’t have much internal dialogue but then you looked at him, casually decided to forever change the way he thought about you: “Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me. I mean, we’re so different and yet, we’re here. How does that happen?” The warmth of your skin against his was still fresh in his memory. Unknowingly, he clenched his hand into a fist, desperately trying to relive the sensation of holding you close.
“Fine,” he answered, after a moment of shared silence. Zoro swallowed with difficulty. He didn’t trust himself with longer sentences, not when you trembled in fear before him. “I’ll stay right here.”
He was terrifying.
It was like waking up at dawn and trying to remember the nightmare you just had. There were no details, only fear. A blurry set of silhouettes, their imposing aura only growing darker the harder you tried to make out their specifics. Similarly, you couldn’t recall a moment when one of Zoro’s blades lay threateningly against your exposed throat. The fear, however, remained, as though you remembered you had once remembered such a scene.
Even if you never had a direct reason to fear Zoro, wasn’t it simply common sense to fear a lion? It didn’t require being mauled to realise what a predator is. Although Zoro didn’t roar and neither did he have formidable claws, he was no less threatening: three sharp, well-made swords, years of experience in swordfighting, infamy amongst pirates for hunting them with a rettifying ease, an unshakable determination that even impressed one of the Warlords. Roronoa Zoro had the potential to be a nightmare brought to life. He could be a true demon, the personification of all vile fantasies.
But was he?
You held on to this sliver of clarity like a dying breath. It was impossible to tell which thoughts were your own. The fear directed at Zoro was suddenly directed at yourself – what was happening to you? How could you lose control of your own mind? More importantly: how can you escape the danger if it’s something inside you?
In that moment of clear thinking, you recalled as many memories with Zoro as you could. Maybe it was possible to convince yourself that he was never a threat. As images of shared laughter, intimacy and serenity flood your mind, you hold on to one, undeniable fact: Roronoa Zoro had countless opportunities to kill you in the most gruesome of ways. If he wanted to bring your demise, he already would have. After all, he’s not exactly fond of sitting idly.
“Help me!” you called out to him as your thoughts began to blur once again. Terror grew over them like ivy and moss hide once marvellous buildings. “I can’t stop it!”
“It’s the paint!” he answered, finger pointing at your shoulder. “You need to get the paint off!”
Confused, you looked at your arms. Your gaze landed on a red spiral painted on your skin. Something about this picture intensified your fear. The sliver of clarity was nowhere to be found; grim clouds covered every thought of yours that presented Zoro as anything other than a hungry predator.
You watched as Zoro slowly moved towards you. The beast was on a prowl, keen gaze observing you closely. Surely, he was looking for the quickest way to draw blood from your still-writhing carcass. Zoro was saying something to you but you couldn’t quite make out the words except for “paint” and “come”.
The conclusion was clear as day: Zoro put it there to lure you in. It’s all a scheme to get you to come closer to the swordsman. He was a predator and that was his hunting strategy.
What followed happened much quicker than you could realise. Roronoa Zoro, the beast that he was, pounced on you. Strong arms wrapped tightly around your frame. There was no escaping from that hold, like there was no escaping for the fly wrapped in a black widow’s cocoon. You tried to force your way out of that prison, pulling and pushing as strongly as you could. Tears rolled down your cheeks and onto his hands.
A piercing scream filled your ears. It might have been yours but you couldn’t be quite sure – the sound was inhuman, belonging rather to a wounded, frightened animal than a person.
Then, a warm hand rubbed against your shoulder. In a moment, everything went still. What a strange sensation it was, as though the time suddenly slowed down. The colours of the foliage became clearer. Your lungs filled with sweet-smelling, fresh air.
Your heart calmed down, returning to its usual steady rhythm. The fear… was gone. Completely. Along with the terror, all thoughts of Zoro’s murderous schemes disappeared. You could recall some of them, like one recalls a bizarre nightmare they had just woken up from. As the dawn breaks and sunlight fills the bedroom, the night terrors become ridiculous and laughable. How could you ever be afraid of something so calming?
“You with me?” whispered Zoro. His hot, shaky breath brushed against your temple.
“Yeah, I’m here,” you answered equally lowly. “Thank you.”
“Let’s not do this ever again, okay? I-” He cut his sentence before he could finish it. Zoro exhaled slowly, steadying himself. Your terrified shriek still rang in his ears, still asking him whether he truly deserved your trust. “I hated seeing you scared of me.”
His embrace remained just as tight as before. It was both bruising and grounding; one learns they are alive only when they greet Death at her door. Your face was nestled against Zoro’s chest, his chin resting on top of your head. The feeling of being engulfed by him had, strangely, the same power over you as that red paint: it confused your thoughts, taking control of your sanity. However, instead of fear, it instilled a deep sense of safety and belonging, as though the world began with Zoro’s left arm and ended with his right. Everything outside of that was nothing more than a mirage, an afterimage of a dream you had once dreamt.
“You will never have to be afraid of me. You know that, right?” Zoro’s question was met with silence but not with ignorance. The nod of your head was everything he needed to know. “Good,” he muttered under a sigh. It seemed that the acknowledgement was meant more for his own anxiety. The piercing scream continued to echo in his head, although quieter than before.
“You know what was the strangest of all?” you asked. Zoro answered with a low hum. “When I asked for your help, I had this moment of clarity. I tried to make myself remember that you’re not a threat. That I’m always safe with you. And the fear that clouded my mind was the scariest thing I’ve ever felt. The thought of me being scared of you was… “ You shake your head, looking for the right words. “It was more terrifying than anything I could imagine. I would hate to live in a world where, somehow, I should be afraid of you.”
“Good thing you will never have to.”
You felt a pair of lips softly kissing your temple. Was it a promise? An apology? Perhaps a symbol of duty to you.
Zoro wasn’t one for philosophical debates. If he were, he might have understood that he had just witnessed the most profound declaration of love.
now with you and 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘, sharing little kisses would be normal between the two of you. platonic, romantic, however you wanted to see it.
you two were at the table, glued to each others sides as luffy practically inhaled his lunch.
"[❦] you’re not gonna eat all of that anyway just share!" he exclaimed, already poking at your spaghetti with his fork.
you were slurping the delicious noodles, savoring it right in front of his face. "mm. dunno, lu’! sanji really did his thing with lunch today tonight."
luffy visibly frowned, eyes batting at you. your tomato-sauce covered lips mirrored his frown, already giving in. you didn’t even have to say it, his fork was already twisted into the noodles, slurping the spaghetti right with you.
it didn’t take long before it turned into some kind of competition on who could eat the most of it, the most off of YOUR plate.
you two were both on the last remnants of the spaghetti, slurping up the same noodle and ended up lips to lips.
"luffy!"
"[❦]!"
"luffy!"
"[❦]!"
the both of you turned to sanji, instantly arguing to him over who ate more of the spaghetti, asking for more. the look on the blonds face showed how irritated he was at the fact that luffy got an easy kiss from you without even trying.
sneaking a kiss onto 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 would be relatively simple. plan it for the middle of the day and find him in his usual napping spot, easy!
your feet padded against the wood of the sunny, eyes scanning for the mossheaded man. you were shocked you didn’t spot him instantly with those loud ass snores that could be heard across the ocean.
you slid onto the floor in the quietest manner, moving in to kiss his cheek before you felt his warm palm against your forehead- stopping you.
"you’re supposed to be asleep, zo’."
"you can’t tip toe for shit."
you rolled your eyes, moving his hand and kissed his cheek. you gave him a cheeky smile and sped off of the deck to go find your next victim, leaving him with a warm face as he sunk back against the wall.
to sneak a kiss on 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, just ask her if you can test some lipglosses on her. she’d be skeptical at first, but would eventually say yes if you bribe her!
"nami quit movin’!"
you put on yet another gloss, another glossy kiss to her cheek.
"literally what is the point in this and why didn’t you just ask sanji!"
"because he’d pass out and you’re right here!" another kiss to her upper cheek, now you were starting to run out of space.
"what about usopp? or luffy, or hell even zo-" you cut her off, pressing a glittery pink kiss to her lips.
"that one! this color i like this one! thanks nami!" you got up, picking up all your glosses and skipped right out of the girls cabin.
she unfroze, getting right up behind you. "hey, hey what about my berries? come back!"
𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏 was right in his workshop, jumping back with a squeal when you whispered “boo” in his ear from behind.
"usopp it’s just me!" you giggled, looking at whatever contraption he had on his work desk. "you can’t just do that while im working, [❦]! but i wasn’t actually scared or anything i was exercising my throat."
"okay okay sorry. what’re we working on today?"
"we are not working on anything. the last time you helped me it ended up with a shining star glitter bomb. i swear i still have it in my hair." usopp muttered, putting some plant into a ball for his slingshot.
"that was totally an accident." you walked around the room, poking whatever you thought was interesting. "stop touchin’ stuff while im not looking."
you didn’t reply, searching through one of his drawers before you found a box that read in bold, "LUFFY AND [❦] DO NOT TOUCH." on it. of course you opened it. a box full of glitter bombs and makeshift slingshots filled the box up to the rim.
a smirk stretched both ends of your lips, picking up a few of the little bombs and putting them away in your pocket. you grabbed a slingshot and another bomb, shooting it right into usopps temple, covering his face and hair in the sparkly substance. "[❦]!!"
before he could get the chance to complain more, you took your thumb and wiped off the glitter on his lips, cupping his face and placed a kiss on them as an apology.
"sorry usopp! gotta go find sanji!"
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 would be in the kitchen, per usual, flipping through his cook book to find a recipe for the crews dinner tonight. that’s when you slip inside unnoticed and hug him from behind.
“sanji!” he jolted at the feeling of your arms around his waist and the sudden warmth of your voice on his ear.
“[❦]! what’re you doing here, it’s not time for dinner yet, mon coeur.”
you hummed, moving to sit on the counter as he looked up at you. “can’t i visit my favorite cook? but if you truly want to know i wanted to ask for a milkshake.”
before you could even blink, sanji had all the ingredients for your favorite flavored shake in the blender and into your hands. you brought the straw up to your mouth while his patient eyes waited for a response.
after a few sips, you wiped your mouth with a smile. your feet hit the ground you took one more sip. “ten out of ten, sanji. not that i expected anything less.” you could practically see his eyes turn into hearts before you pecked his cheek, swiftly leaving with your drink- (also swiping an extra straw). sanji was love struck and slouched against the kitchen island.
getting to 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 is probably the easiest to get a kiss on out of the crew, probably easier than zoro!
the tiny reindeer was cleaning up the med bay, his face beaming when he saw you walk in. “hi [❦]! can i help you?” you almost melted at the smile on his face, holding up your milk shake.
“yes actually. sanji made me this milkshake and there’s a flavor in it that I can’t put my finger on. wanna try it?” if his face wasn’t beaming before, it was now. chopper nodded his head almost aggressively when you put in that second straw and handed him the milkshake.
“s’good! it taste like he put banana in it!”
“really? i guess I taste it now that you say that.”
while chopper took another sip, you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, leaving chopper confused but with a free milkshake in his hand so he didn’t question it.
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 was right where you knew she’d be! right in her library as you carefully tiptoed inside, tips from zoro. she was facing one of the numerous shelves, a book in hand as one of her devil fruit ones grazed the books at the top.
"[❦]?”
you froze in your steps, a frown stretching upon your lips. she hadn’t even turned around and knew you were there! time for plan b.
"m’not [❦]!" you exclaimed confidently in a mock attempt to sound like chopper.
without turning, she chuckled and shut her book. "chopper? my mistake, i wasn’t aware your feet got bigger overnight."
"my feet didn’t get bigger i was just stomping..?" robin turned around finally, striding over to wear you were standing. you rocked back and forth from the tips of your toes to your heels, looking at the floor. "my feet aren’t big."
"no, but you have a very peculiar pattern in the way you walk and it stands out." she poked your nose, making you tilt your head up. "what did you need, [❦]?"
your cheeky smile returned, your hands cupping her face and standing on your tippy toes to give her a kiss right on her cheek. "nothing! that’s it!" and you walked right out.
robin lifted her hand to her cheek, a smile tugging at her lips.
BONUS: 𝐀𝐂𝐄 was sitting right next to you at the dinner table with the rest of the whitebeard pirates, drunkenly holding your hand as he sang along to whatever drinking song the crew was singing.
"[❦]?" he turned to you, cheek slumping into your shoulder. "you’re the coolest girl in all of the seas. dunno how i landed you. so so cool."
"you’re drunk, ace."
"doesn’t mean im not telling the truth." he mumbled, squeezing your hand again, lifting his head. he tapped his cheek with his finger, signaling you. "kiss?"
you rolled your eyes, about to protest but just ended up leaning in to kiss his flushed cheek until he grabbed your face and kissed you right on the lips.
you didn’t get to react before his head fell right into your lap, the same way it did in the middle of eating a good meal. "stupid firefist can’t even keep his ass awake.." you said under your breath, thumb stroking his jaw.
a/n from princess awesomeness: almost forgot i don’t only have to write for one show ☺️☺️ anyway i had no fucking idea what to do for brook and franky so i hope ace suffices. no proofread, DEEP SIGH.
