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See-See Fruit |Masterlist|
Roronoa Zoro x Reader, angst, protectiveness, fluff, uncontrollable feelings, mentions of depression, Reader is an empath, swearing, definitely blood and a teensy bit of torture?? Idk, shit went dark. #alittledisturbing
Summary: In a fight, you take a hit for him that leaves you in your most vulnerable state.
A/N: Sorry for not posting for so long, I apologize. Writer’s block has been tough and I’m struggling with medical issues. Dysautonomia?? Screw that. So I thought I’d write something sweet. Also, I’m still figuring out my writing style so—like, some of my fics are shit and some are not so much, so please bare with me. (I will be re-vamping them, but not right now)
Also thank you for the 84 followers! That means a lot >:)
Atleast 2k; and I’m making one of these for the other Straw Hats, but it’s gonna take me some time and I just needed to get this one out.
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Roronoa Zoro:
Walking through the woods of another refreshing island, you were welcomed with warmth. Sun shone through the trees, overcasting a soft glow on your face. You were luckily accommodated with little wind as you walked beside your swordsman.
The island was overtaken by nature. Vines, much overgrown, wrapped around every corner—while flowers sprouted from every nick n’ cranny.
Much to your surprise, the woods weren’t dense, they were open with mossy patches and thick trees that extended meters high. The wild-life thrived, and you and Zoro spotted many animals.
Though you’d discouraged him from making them a snack,
“Zoro.” You tugged, pulling him behind a fallen trunk. “It’s too cute to die—eat something else!”
He let out a quiet sigh, begrudgingly sitting beside you. “The shitty cook said to grab food, so that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“And? Since when do you listen to him?” you whispered, tightening your grip on his haramaki. You kept him close, un-trusting that he wouldn’t turn that cute little deer you saw, into a kabob.
You quietly glared, holding his gaze.
This wasn’t a competition he was gonna win.
He still tried, he really did, but it was a lost cause. He couldn’t beat you on this, and his expression finally cracked. He caved, turning away.
“You can’t save everything, it’s life,“ he grumbled.
“Maybe not, but if I can do something about it I will.”
Curse that stupid look.
Zoro ran a hand down his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before looking over his shoulder. He peeked through a disfigured branch to watch the animal tend to some grass.
He hated to admit it, but you were right.
It was kinda cute.
Zoro felt you shift beside him, and he paused looking back. You moved halfway into his lap, resting your knee between his own as you used him as a pillow. He smirked, a little confused by your sudden closeness—but he didn’t complain.
He grabbed your waist, leaning closer.
“What are you—ach-“
You pushed his face away, focusing your attention to the deer and its apparent mother came from a bush. It was at-least three times the size of it’s baby, with a black and bushy white tail.
“Zoro, look!” You smiled, turning his head.
In a soft curse, he muttered your name, grabbing your wrists. He saw the deer, but it was at an awkward angle and he let out a muffled noise of distress. He huffed an annoyed, “woman,” pulling your hands away, but you were far too excited.
“Zoro—“
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he mumbled, watching you. His eyes followed to your smile, and your fidgety fingers, and he couldn’t help but stare. Zoro took in your sweet features, slowing his hands back to your waist, closing his eyes to relish the moment.
Your swordsman for once relaxed, and you seemed to too, sinking closer. “You still gonna kill it?”
“No, I’ll find something else.” he replied, leaning back.
You hummed in satisfaction, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched the two deer trail off, enjoying the cozy moment.
It was all perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
A crashed echoed behind you, and Zoro instinctively moved. He pulled you down, using the trunk you’d pestered him for as a shelter, avoiding a narrow blow.
A strange streak of black and blue zapped above you, exploding nearby stone—crippling it to rubble. You went to speak, but Zoro was already reaching for his swords, standing to glare the person down.
“Oi! What the hell was that for!” he snapped, covering you. His sword stretched, flickering to the side to cover your face, glinting just barely in the sun.
You couldn’t believe this was happening.
Soooo—much, for that peaceful moment.
“Yeah—what the fuck gives?” You muttered, grabbing your weapon. “Who are you?” you called, moving to your feet, sidestepping Zoro’s protection.
Silence only emitted, and the masked man remained eerily quiet. He shifted forward, but Zoro’s sword raised and he paused.
“That’s not of your concern.” The man’s voice was smooth, but he seemed transfixed on something—though, you couldn’t tell what.
“The hell it is, you almost hit us!” Zoro pulled his third sword out, placing it in his mouth.
He wasn’t messing around.
“I was aiming for the deer.”
“Bullshit!” You both chimed, and the stranger casually shrugged his shoulder.
He seemed… bland? And you didn’t like that. Neither did Zoro. Because, that meant he was hiding something, and that something could easily give him the upper hand.
Without hesitation, Zoro moved. He wasn’t putting up with this bastard’s bullshit. It was fucking obvious that he aiming for you.
“Ushi Bari,” he spoke, sending a strong attack with his first two swords, then swinging in with his third. The man staggered, defensively blocking Zoro’s weapons with his own.
The dueling blow was close, and he was strong, but he wasn’t stronger.
“Be careful!” You yelled, watching from afar. You watched them exchange blows, feeling useless for not helping—but you knew Zoro could handle it alone.
It was clear he wanted to when he’d just zoomed off, but you couldn’t blame him. He was looking out for you, he always had, and—besides, when he got stubborn like this, he was stubborn.
You sighed, shifting your sword in your hold.
You weren’t fighting, but you could analyze.
This dude obviously had a devil fruit, but of what? He turned trees to mush, and rock to rubble—maybe an acidic specialty? No, that wouldn’t make sense, that’d be a paramecia type, and Zoro had already nicked him.
Searching for an answer, you watched his hands glow with the same blue he’d blasted at you and Zoro from before.
“Zoro get back! He’s gonna use—“ A shockwave of energy followed, but your lover dodged, letting it fly through a row of trees. The unsettled land smudged to the ground, pulsing softly with blues.
“Thanks for the warning.” he huffed, shifting his blade in his mouth.
“Yeah, of course—but watch his hands.” you took a step forward, keeping an eye.
However, the stranger suddenly turned to you, and something uneasy settled in your stomach.
Why were your eyes watering?
Zoro’s eyes narrowed, and he watched you carefully. He looked to the man, following back to you, and questions racked in his mind. Feelings of concern and discomfort twinged, what was he doing?
“I’ll get your bounty first.”
Your eyes widened.
A bounty hunter?
Masses of black charged towards you, and Zoro shouted your name. Your ears rang, and a stillness blinded you. Something settled heavy in your chest, and you just—barely, dodged it.
Debri flew overhead and Zoro called your name again, but you didn’t answer. You were shakily kneeled, struggling to get up.
His attack had clearly affected you—and Zoro was done. He took the initiative to finish this fight before shit went further South.
“Oi, your fights with me!”
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The forest was ruined now.
Long smoldering sword marks, and devil fruit abilities were etched into the island. Dust rose, and the bounty hunter was still taking Zoro head on. He was using his unkown abilities to his advantage, sending blasts that Zoro had to dodge, because he didn’t know what it’d do if it hit him.
It’d just barely grazed you and you were already fatigued, you looked off—even different. Your eyes were weakly glazed, and your movements were slowed, but you were still you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but in a way you looked sad, and he hated it. He didn’t know what that bastard did—but he’d put a stop to it. No matter what.
Zoro was filled with determination, but the bounty hunter played dirty. He dangerously sent another attacked towards you before a blistering one to him—and he had to dodge.
“Watch out!”
This was getting ridiculous.
Frustrated and angry—Zoro finally charged.
He found an opening, and he took it.
“Ashura!”
A three headed, six silhouetted figure, appeared behind him. Nine swords lifted, and they came down with a devastating blow, sending your attacker feet in the ground.
He slammed through torn mossy floor, crunching further into the earth—rendering unresponsive. Dust masked your line of vision, but you could faintly make out Zoro who’d been standing somewhat close.
A wobbly smile crossed your face, and you let out a relieved sigh.
He’d won.
“Zoro, you okay?” You rasped, coughing as grime flew into your face. A hand came to your chest, and you shut your eyes to struggle with the burn of the dust. The heaviness that pressured your chest from before, suddenly ached, sending a cold sharp wave throughout your body.
A lightheaded feeling surfaced, and anxiety quickly spread. “Zoro—?”
“I’m here,” he said, gently grabbing your shoulder. “You hurt?”
You shakily shook your head, “No, I’m fine.”
“You?” you muttered, looking him over.
He didn’t seem too bad, but it was clear he had a few spots. Though, you weren’t really any better, you looked exhausted. Your clothes were dirtied, and your cheeks and limbs were scraped from flying scrap.
You were a mess, and you still looked…sad.
Zoro didn’t know how else to describe it, your eyes were soft, as if they were on the verge of tears. It settled an unresolved anger, and he wasn’t sure how to help.
The bastard’s power had affected you one way or another, but he didn’t comment on it. He wouldn’t until you did, because he trusted you to speak up and say something.
“I’ll live.” he replied, stepping closer. His eyes flickered to your torn shirt, and he caught the tremble in your fist as it was placed your heart.
His eyes narrowed.
Was it getting worse?
Zoro rumbled your name, but you didn’t respond.
Your eyes had locked over his shoulder, to the onset black light, flickering in the dust.
He wasn’t down?
A whirring sound hummed across the forest, and on instinct—you acted.
Zoro was a big man, he always had been, but adrenaline made you stronger, even in your weakened state. He sucked in a breath as you pushed him, and in slow mow—it happened.
He was sent back, bracing fallen woodland with you in his arms. Zoro’s mind screamed at him to do something, but he couldn’t. Shock coursed through his veins, and he tightened his grip on you.
He felt wood splinter into his back, but nothing hurt as much as the thought of you sacrificing yourself for him. His consciousness flickered dark, but panic must’ve brought him back, because you were unresponsive in his arms.
He didn’t know how long he’d been out—but it didn’t matter. All the mattered was you.
You’d expect it to happen in a flash, but the trees and leaves were still falling. Everything was going so slow in time. It felt unreal.
Zoro weakly called your name, looking you over—expecting the worst, but you were the same. There wasn’t a blistering mark, or anything? You were just out.
“Fuck, hey, come on,” he shifted you up, kneeling with you close. His voice broke, and it cracked with fear as he cradled your body. Calloused hands found your face and he muttered your name, again, desperately.
Why weren’t you waking up?
A sick laugh echoed from the distance, and he tensed. Realization settled across him, and it was deadly.
Him.
Zoro set you down as if you were glass, brushing any leaves that had fallen on your face.
He was beyond raged.
“Couldn’t dodge that one, could you?”
“Fuck you! What’d you do?” Zoro snapped, standing up. He grabbed his sword, already stalking forward.
And the bastard just smiled.
The fuck did that mean?
Zoro aimed the sword to his throat, but strangely, he didn’t fight back. A whimper sounded close him, and he froze. It wasn’t from the bounty hunter.
Zoro almost dropped his sword.
He quickly breathed your name turning around—though his heart twisted.
You were crying. Hard.
He couldn’t see your face, but your shoulders trembled, and he knew. You were curled on your side, burying yourself in the crook of your arm, sobbing. He fucking forgot where he was, and what he was doing. He felt crushed.
Why were you crying? Were you hurt? You had to be. But you said you were fine?
Zoro was yet again frozen, he’d never felt this fear before. This excruciating guilt, the kind that made your body ache. He’d never hesitated this much in his life—and maybe this was the reason you were hear now.
He couldn’t believe he let this happen. Not to you. Not to anyone. Seconds passed, and he finally brought himself back. Your nails dug into your chest, and another sob broke the silence.
His heart couldn’t take it.
“What, did. You. Do.” Zoro growled, stepping forward.
In milliseconds, the bounty hunter was slammed back. He had no time to react, no time to render anything, just time to experience pure, brute—force, with searing pain.
Though his smile never wavered.
It was weird. It was as if this fucker was feeding of your pain? Of your agony? The first emotion ever showed—was joy, by your suffering?
Un-fucking-forgivable.
Zoro’s hands shook, and his sword swung. The man tilted his head back to avoid the blow, and it shredded the trees behind him.
More leaves fell, and he finally answered.
“Anything I think, she feels. She’s living in whatever illusion I created.”
What?
Zoro’s sword hesitated as it was held high.
What could this bastard, possibly think, that could make you like this? To the point of sobbing? Crying?
Shusui slammed into his leg—eliciting a sharp breath.
“Then, Fix it.”
The bounty hunter laughed, though his pain was obvious, “I’d rather die.”
“Trust me you will.” Zoro sneered, twisting the sword. “I said fucking fix it.”
A strangled noises echoed, and he craned his sword up to his hip. The man gasped, squirming back, but it dug deeper. “You stupid pirate—“
“I’m not repeating myself.”
“Fine!” The sword didn’t let up till it was to his side, but he seemed to finally let you go.
Zoro looked back, and your body had finally stilled, growing quiet. He ripped his sword away, swinging it behind him, not bothering to look back at the scene—and he was next to you in a instant.
His sword was sheathed, and he shook you gently.
“____, come on,” he murmured, wiping your tears.
He felt you stir, and a breath of relief escaped him. Zoro hugged you to his chest, holding the back of your head as he breathed you in.
You weakly croaked his name, and he only held you tighter.
“I’m here, you’re okay.” you were brought up, held protectively in his arms.
“I thought you—“
“I know. Just rest.” he said, “I’m taking you back to the ship.”
“Ship?”
Zoro steps slowed, “yeah, the Sunny.”
“No—the, the Sunny’s gone?” you broke, shakily leaning up. His hand shifted to your back, and he held you tighter.
Your voice seemed so broken.
“____, the Sunny’s here.” He looked you over, and you still seemed so shaken. Your eyes were red, brimming with tears—and he couldn’t care less about the snot.
You were hurt, maybe not as much physically—but mentally, the bounty hunter’s power made you shatter. His heart ached, and he remembered the man’s words.
“Anything I think, she feels.”
Anything. He, thought.
Zoro cursed under his breath, and he set you down onto the mossy floor, making you flinch. His hand steadily came to your back, but you only hugged him tighter. It was clear you didn’t want to let go, scared he might disappear—but he wouldn’t.
He’d stay right beside you, but you needed to come back from whatever hell that bastard created.
He needed you here, and he needed you with him.
Zoro carefully crouched in-front of you, and he shifted back to take your face in his hands.
He looked you in the eyes, and it was clear what he was doing. He was giving you the time to breathe, to realize—it was okay.
You sniffled, letting out a shaky breath, and your grasped his shirt.
“Zoro.”
He didn’t respond, and he didn’t offer you pity—but he did offer you his presence. And that was enough.
“It, it wasn’t real was it?” you voiced, looking up to him, and he only shook his head.
He sighed, brushing away your leftover tears.
“No, everyone’s fine. The Sunny’s docked in the cove, and the crew’s safe.” Zoro grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. “They’re probably waiting for us now.”
He gently brought you in his arms, letting you hug him, waiting for you to be ready. He wasn’t urgent, and he wasn’t rushing. He was careful, and patient.
Your arms encircled around his neck, and you buried your face in his shoulder. A few silent moments passed, and you eventually felt ready. “Then, can we go?”
“Yeah, we can go.” he picked you up, shielding the forest with his shoulder as he brought you through. Zoro wasn’t letting you go for a long time, not even in the safety of the Sunny, or in the infirmary where chopper would treat you.
Today was something he experienced for the first time, and never, I mean never—would he let it happen again.
He would work harder, and he would protect you.
Bitterspicy? |Master-List|
Sanji x !Fem!Reader, fluff, crack, swearing, bubbly clumsy reader, cuteness aggression, one-shot
You check out what Sanji’s making and get a little too curious…
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You glided down the hall, hopping down the stairs as you excitedly made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to tell the cook you’d caught a fish. Or—well, somewhat, it was a flounder of the sorts, a mixed half-seabeast that left the scaredy cat trio utterly petrified.
Regardless, it’d been a fight to reel in, but thanks to the boys it hadn’t been too much of an issue—to you at-least. Your pole had been the lucky one, and you’d gladly handed it over to Luffy who’d been happy to eat it.
The sea-beast was large, large enough to keep a steady food supply for a week—that is if the captain didn’t eat it.
Swiftly passing the kitchen doors, a heavenly smell drafted through. Something similar to curry, maybe with peppers, left a comforting sense to your nose along with the herbs. You smiled, swinging yourself around the service hatch.
“Sanji! Guess what I caught,” you pipped, hanging on the corner.
“Hm? What’d you catch love?” his tone was gentle, using something he only used for you.
Sanji’s back was turned, and you couldn’t help but notice how nice his tux carved to his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled, accentuating his fore-arms that left your mouth watering.
Gosh, he could be so clueless. Or he couldn’t. You could never tell with him, from teasing to showing off to acting oblivious and naive he was a mix of the three.
“I have no idea,” you muttered, coming up behind him. Along the counter, your attention drifted to the organized ingredients he’d aligned in black and white bowls.
“It’s big and scaly though,” you shifted a bowl to check its contents, curious to what it was. “I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s weird. It has whiskers like a cat—but it looks like a pufferfish mixed with a halibut.”
He hummed softly in response.
“Oh, and it was really snappy too. You shoulda’ seen Usopp, he was terrified,” you laughed, leaning over to smell some of them. Your nose was immediately assaulted with spice and warmth, and you careened back.
Sanji nodded, listening with a smile. Your laughter was music to his ears, and he’d wished he could replay it over and over.
“Big and scaly? Did you catch a sea king?”
“No, I don’t think so, Robin said it’s high in protein though. She even pulled out a fancy fish-log to make sure.”
“Hm, well that sounds promising, good job Love we needed that,” he praised, stirring a pot he’d only break out for stews and curries.
The acknowledgment flew over your head as you sniffed a bowl’s contents, grown oblivious to the use of his affectionate tones. He threw love and praises like a child blowing dandelion seeds, leaving fluttering white fuzzlies of positivity you’d sprout from.
“Thank you,” you chirped, popping carelessly beside him.
“Zoro’s cutting it down for us now actually, so you don’t have to. I figured you were busy making something,” you jumped, leaning into his side, creeping slowly to check the food you so craved. You always knew it’d look good, but that didn’t change the fact you still wanted to see it.
The steam hit you like a burning fog, making your eyes water.
“Finally, moss-head’s actually pulling his weight,” he snarked, hovering his hand to quickly shield your face.
“Careful it’s hot sweetheart.”
“Yeah I know, it just smells good.” you shrugged, wandering back over to the small dishes.
The mindless compliment sent his heart racing, and his eyes turned to hearts. “Why thank you my Angel, you’re too kind.” He swirled, mixing the turmeric colored dish.
“Of course,” you muttered, sniffing a spoon of something you expected to be sweet, but it stung, yet again leaving your eyes to water.
You dropped the spoon, leaning back, coughing slightly.
“Phew, the fuck is that?”
“Oh? Those are the chillies,” he laughed, adding some cloves to the pot, keeping casual in your presence. You joined often in the kitchen, appearing time and time again and it’d just become a norm between you too. He watched as you inspected, he told, and you helped. It was a sweet balance, teetering on the edge of chaos with your clumsiness. Rather blunt recklessness in his opinion. But he’d loved you the same.
He found it endearing.
Though, this time you’d inspected a bowl of something sweet. Stark contrast to chilies and cayenne peppers from before, you simply wanted to taste. And the thought had been to quick to stop.
Your eyes wandered, purely drawn to Sanji’s fluent skills. Chopping vegetables and chicken so perfectly, it put his knives to shame.
You’d ironically been mesmerized, due to the fact he was so slim and tall, manly, and the literally epitome of a gentleman. Yet he worked with knives and food like a ballerina to her shoes.
Lost in the maze of your admiration, you’d mindlessly put a bit too much on the spoon to try, and the bitterness hit hard. You hadn’t paid attention, and now you payed the price.
A muffled cough sounded throughout the kitchen, and a hand flew to cover it, but it was too late. Your eyes watered and you immedialty regretted the impulsive decision.
Poofft . . .
Sanji paused. His cutting slowed, and he’d gently placed the knife down to wipe his hands. Maybe you’d sniffed the wrong bowl again? He thought, slowly turning around. But gods was he wrong.
Oh. Oh. Okay.
There was cinnamon everywhere. A clouded dust of brown had covered the counter, and he couldn’t even see your face. Had you—?
He urgently called your name, keeping ease.
“Mon Amour? Are you—is that the cinnamon?!”
He rushed to your side, eyes filled with concern as he finally met your teary ones. You turned to him in a coughing fit, splashing cinnamon painfully after. You owlishly blinked up at him, and his heart exploded at the sight.
His instincts told him to not make fun, but a light-hearted laugh escaped him before he’d grabbed a dampened towel for you.
His arms tenderly outstretched, wiping your face, chuckling, “Sweetheart what’d you even do?” he chided, sweeping his thumb over your chin.
“I didn’t mean’thu, I thought it—pff—“ another rasp of cinnamon launched between you, and you coughed. And he only laughed more.
Which turned to contagious giggles.
Sanji gingerly held your face, bringing your hand which held a cloth—close to your face.
He was truly your savior. Because you urgently spit it out, wincing.
“____, hun, here, there you go.” he said, pushing your brown tinged hair out of your face.
“Sorry,” you finally mumbled, surrendering in complete defeat and humiliation.
“I thought it was, I don’t know, like, edible—“
“It’s okay, you were just curious…though why you thought eating a spoonful of cinnamon was a good idea? I will never know,” he mused, looking quietly down to you. His thumb caressed your cheek and he fawned again. He squeezed your cheeks, and he was gone.
You looked absolutely adorable like this, and your perfume? Now infused with the spice? Did wonders.
This had to be what cuteness aggression was. Otherwise he wouldn’t be squeezing you so tight.
“Sanji let me go,” you muttered, struggling in the tight clasp of his hug. He only mumbled something whiny and incoherent in your ear, and your face felt like the burner of the stove.
“Just let me hold you, you’re too cute.”
You blushed, grumbling. What got slipped in his breakfast this morning? You rested your head on his shoulder and he tightened his grip, twirling you around.
You relaxed, giving into his affection. But smoke caught your glimpse.
“Uh, baby—“
“No. Let me hug you.”
“No you—Sanji!” You groaned, “The foods burning!”
Lay Off! |Master-List|
Roronoa Zoro x !Fem!Reader, fluff, angst/comfort, anxiety, reader snaps, anger-issues, make-up, swearing, lowkey made me tear up.
Summary: You get overstimulated and finally break...
A/N: I have finally revised this fic. I am so glad, because I can’t believe I WROTE THIS 😭😭 There might be a few slip-ups, but it’s WAY better from before.
(Taking a break changes your grammar and set-up istg.)
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It'd been mid-day.
The hours had been painstakingly fucking long, and you'd cooped yourself up in your room to avoid further attention.
You didn't know what set you off, but you just wanted it to stop.
Your skin crawled, and your head felt like it was going to explode. Your limbs helplessly flexed and turned, attempting to alieve your symptoms, but nothing would let up. You were wound. And you were wound tight. Your body wouldn’t let you loose, leaving you to suffer as anxiety prickled over your skin.
You tried to distract yourself with a small craft, you really did, but only more frustration welled. You couldn’t keep still, and you finally cursed. Hands slammed against the desk, sending your paper crafts across the wood, into your mess of scraps.
Tears welled, and you pushed yourself away with your rolling chair—avoiding the further abuse you’d inflict on your workspace. Heat raged, and your nails drug through your hair, trying to pull yourself out of your head, but it wasn’t enough. No matter the distance you put within yourself, it never felt right.
You were stressed, anxious, and torn that you pushed the ones you loved away. And you could never fucking explain why. You just felt so angry. So turmoiled, that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself.
Your fists curled in your hair and a burning sensation followed, leaving you to feel something other than your pain.
But the unexplainable feeling grew, and it coursed through you like an endless loop of rage and helplessness. You didn’t know how to control it, and you didn’t know how to deal with it, you just couldn’t function.
Left, to right. Over and over, you paced your room. Trying to calm down, but a distant knock echoed.
"Hey, lunch is..." Usopp's voice trailed off as he saw your state, and he quickly backed off.
"Uh, I'll let Sanji know you—“
"Just go, please!" you snapped, banging your fists against your head. Your chest heaved, and Usopp’s breath caught.
"Yep! On it!" he squeaked, shutting your door.
Silence washed over the room, but peace didn't follow like it usually did. It was unbearable, and your body felt intolerable. Like you needed to do something, or you needed something. You couldn’t remember what or why, and nothing clearly came through…
The restlessness grew, and it was boiling.
You shakily went back to your desk, picking up the small paper you'd originally thrown with your trembling hands, trying to convince yourself it'd be okay. That you'd get through it.
You could just mend it. You could do it. It'd be okay. Just calm down.
You're fine.
It was just some small papery flowers, how hard could it be? Anyone could do it—you had this. You always did. You got frustrated and eventually came back to fix it. You just needed time.
So why couldn't you do it right now? You gave yourself plenty of time.
Though you still couldn't you function, and couldn't you think. Why the hell was it that you felt like you had no time? Like there was nothing but everything coming at you all at once? Why couldn't you—
"Oi, what's going on?" Zoro appeared by the door, and his voice was firm—steady. His presence was grounding, and it’d been something you’d always loved, but your body strangely hated it in the moment.
You were too lost in it to realize, but Usopp had probably been worried.
He must have told Zoro, because everyone knew he'd been your paper-weight. He kept you together, like a stack of paper, or in other words—aligned control. But, in the moment, you couldn’t understand that, and you’d eventually come to regret it later.
Zoro was tense at your silence, as he wasn’t often familiar with it. He was used to your laughter, and your clumsy remarks, even your stupid comments.
But he knew that wasn’t always you.
You kept yourself together well, until you couldn’t and you hid. He wasn’t an emotional guru or anything, but he’d been attentive enough to pick up on your behaviors.
Especially, when things took a turn for the worse.
He'd easily seen it this morning when you came in for break-fast and left, sparing no good-morning, no sweet smile, no teasing—you were just struggling.
You weren’t acting like you, and he hated it.
Zoro wouldn’t seem the empathetic type, but when it came to the ones he loved—his chest would uncomfortably ache. Especially when it came to you, who held herself so high yet was hurting so much deep down.
The sniper had startled him awake, quickly telling him—or, rather rambling to him, that you weren’t okay. It seemed rather urgent, and he looked offly looked worried, so Zoro obviously wouldn’t set it aside.
If you needed help, or guidance—you just did.
There was no easier way to put it, and it wasn’t embarrassing, it was just life.
And Zoro was never one to bullshit, but you could be sensitive at times. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just made things harder for you.
You could get worked up over the smallest of things, unintentionally snapping—or taking it the wrong way, blocking yourself off…
He’d seen the signs.
He always had.
And this was clearly one of those times, where something had gotten the better of you.
But little did he know, it wasn't just your anger. It wasn’t like the other times, something was painfully different. This was deeper.
Calmly, Zoro spoke your name.
You were quick to snap, but you turned away covering your face. You tried to calm yourself and catch your breath—but yet again, it wasn’t helping.
"Yes, I know, just give me second.” you replied, uncharacteristically hitting your desk. You hands slammed your poor creation, and tears began to well. You were cracking, and more frustration poured.
You snapped again, and a curse flew out your lips as you kicked your desk. It was harsh, and you were sent roughly back against the wall in your chair—creating a slam.
At your action, he knew you were overwhelmed. Hell, he’d felt it as soon as he came in, but as you curled in on yourself—digging your nails, it only confirmed it.
A muffled sob broke through the silence, and he was beside you in seconds.
In two steps, he’d crouched down infront of you.
His calloused hands, prevented you from hurting yourself, though his touch wasn’t rough. It was strong, and it was strong enough to keep you from pushing away or thrashing.
He needed you here, with him, and not lost somewhere else.
"Breathe." he ordered.
"I can’t, just stop, don’t—fucking touch me!” you choked, attempting to squirm, "Zoro stop it.”
Your lover doesn’t break, nor’ does he stop. He only holds you tighter, as if he knows you’ll only spiral further.
Your breath is labored, struggled—and he can already see you slip.
His gaze softens, and he steadily pulls you into his lap. Zoro doesn't comfort you with words, but he does with the way he knows how—his presence.
By being there, holding you—grounding you, tightening his grip as you stubbornly try to push away, he doesn't let go.
He silently urges you to relax; creating absent circles over your back, as his hand tightens at the base of your neck, pushing you easily to his shoulder.
His legs lock to come around your own, pulling, to keep you in.
"Stop fighting me, you'll only make it worse," his voice rumbles over the crown of your head, and you can’t help but feel comforted.
You want to agree, you want to stop, but your body doesn't. It involuntarily moves, and you cry as you push against his chest, growing light-headed.
But the dizziness forces your body to relax.
Your shoulders slack, and you ease. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out a shaky breath.
"You good, now?" he asks, keeping a gentle grip.
You sniffle, nodding as you can't bare yourself to look up at him. You don't even know what came over you, and you can barely remember what happened.
You feel like an idiot.
Embarrassed, guilty—ashamed, just wrong.
"Yeah, I’m sorry.” you whispered, leaning back.
Though Zoro doesn’t let up, he keeps you in his lap and his hands shift to cradle your face.
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” his thumbs wipes your tears, and you can’t help but lean into them.
“I should’ve come down earlier, I didn’t know you were getting so worked up.”
"It's okay," you mumbled, lowering your gaze, but he tilts you back up.
"____, it's not. You know that, what’s going on?”
"I don't know," you manage out, and his look crushed you.
You know he wants to understand, he always does, the whole crew does, but you’re not even sure yourself. A weight topples over you, and you suddenly remember the way you snapped at Usopp.
Shit. You didn’t mean that—you didn’t mean any of this.
Why weren’t you doing anything right?
"I just, I don’t know.” your voice broke, and you turned away. “I couldn’t stop, it wouldn’t go away.”
"Then, why didn't you come to me?"
"Because, it's too much, everything feels like too much.” you whimpered, covering a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to snap at you—or Usopp. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
"Hey—stop, look at me." he adjusted you forward, and this time he held your gaze.
His eyes carried a warmth, and it felt like a safety you never had the privilege of experiencing.
"Sorry,” you whispered.
"No. Don’t. Don’t, go apologizing. No one needs that.” Zoro’s hand ran through your hair, and he focused forward. You needed to hear this, and he’d say it over and over until you didn’t.
“You don’t need to apologize for feeling something, no one expects you to be perfect all the time—and I sure as hell don’t give a shit if you snap at shit you didn’t mean.” his lips twitched into a smile, as he remembered a time you cursed at Luffy for grabbing your food.
He liked your unexpected anger, even if it was this.
“The crew sees, I see you. And that’s all that matters.” he murmurs, and he sees you crack a smile.
Good. You needed that.
“You hear me?”
“Yeah, I do.” you sniffled, nodding your head, “loud and clear.”
He let out a breath, “good. Now C’mere.”
Zoro shifted, leaning against the wall to hug you close. He was being soft, and he was being kind.
In his own Zoro, way of course, but he was still there. He always would be.
He cupped the side of your head, letting you bury yourself into the crook of his neck.
Your lover wanted to take away anything that had harmed you, but that took time—and he realized that. But he didn’t mind hugging you a little longer to fix it.
He wasn’t going anywhere, and little did he know, this was all anyone could ask for.
Someone who still loved you at your lowest.
Card DECLINED |Master-List|
Monster Trio+Law x !Fem!Reader, crack, fluff, modern-au, poor core (real), cashier is going THROUGH IT, !Early-relationship! , Ugh I thought this was so adorable, might be my favorite so far
They take you on a date and their card declines in-front of you...
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Luffy
100% bought it all on fast food, he holds a Guinness World Record for the most amount of food eaten, period.
Would be confused at first, and wouldn't get it till you finally told him somethings wrong with his card. He about shoved it in there 100x times...
"HAH!? Why's it not working!''
"Wait huh seriously? Aww man..."
He'd definitely apologize and laugh it off. But he'd silent judge his card for failing him now as he attempted to finally buy you something. He’d definitely go and text Nami to Venmo him some quick money for you--in which she'd automatically decline.
(Much like his card)
Your bf would grumble, but he'd be quick to mask it with his short attention span.
He ended up dragging you into another random store after finding a whopping 5 bucks on the ground, sopping wet and crumpled from the rain... But somehow the cashier accepted it out of pity and he'd managed to buy you a little doodad in exchange--coming up behind you with a surprise in hand.
He giddily spun you around gleaming with excitement as he pecked you on the cheek.
"Shisihi, look what I got youuu! It's awesome"
(It was a crooked hot-wheels, but you ended up putting it on your shelf to cherish it)
Zoro
Sake was his downfall. Alcohol as we all know is incredibly expensive so it wasn't even a surprise, you expected it to eventually happen with how much he loved his booze...
Moreover you'd think it was a turn off with all his bottles but he'd always been a responsible drinker, and he barely got drunk...maybe a few times if he'd finally eased up in your arms.
Though when he swiped his card, it hadn't gone through. He'd pause and play it off a first, trying again, but when the cashier finally told him their were insufficient funds he'd go beet red.
"I don't know what you're talking about, it's gotta be your stupid machine..."
Not slick, at. all.
He'd act dense abt it, though deep down he knew he royally fucked up, so much for a romantic date...
When you finally offered to pay, he stubbornly grumbled as you had placed some spare cash on the counter.
"Oi, You didn't have to do that..."
He wouldn't immediately say thank you, but he'd been quietly grateful you were smart to bring 'just in case' cash... which he'd also said wasn't necceasry... but look what happened.
You tended to be right in these scenarios.
A few days later he had begrudgingly said thank you and handed you some floppy but colorful flowers as he had randomly stopped by your house heading to work.
Coincidently getting lost, but he'd never admit it.
The offer was rather chaotic as you'd just gotten out of the shower, but it only made him more flustered.
"Didn't uh, mean to interrupt, just wanted to drop these off. And thank you for the other day."
Sanji
I physically cannot see this man's card declining, so he had probably used the wrong card...
But even if he did I could see him full on freaking out, like telling the cashier to run it again and crossing his arms as his fingers anxiously tapped on his arm. He almost went to call his bank until he realized it wasn't his main card and his embarrassed meter went through the roof.
He went pink, but as you offered to pay he immediately shut it down. Sanji would never let you pay for anything, he wanted to take care of you and spoil you like no other--so forget asking. Even if you weren't that far along in dating.
He'd rather search the floor for pennies than let you pay.
Though if you did somehow manage to pay, he'd pay you back beyonddd extra. Like I'm talking about full on flowers and little chocolates or anything romantic.
Even if you thought it was rude to accept, he'd quickly assure you it was okay and that 'he wanted to' so it didn't matter if it was 'payback' or not. He'd came over to hang out, and he'd gently grab your hand kissing it as he spoke with gentle words.
"My love, just take it please, it'd mean the world to me."
Law
Law's card wouldn't normally decline, but one of his transactions for his action figure(s) had finally come through and he didn't realized it till he'd taken you out for lunch.
The waiter had handed him back his card and he deadpanned for a moment--before telling them to try it again--but hopelessly it didn't make a difference. And to make things better the waiter outright said he was broke and needed a different form of payment.
Law would loathe the moment, feeling second-hand embarrassment for miles as he brooded wishing it happened anywhere else no mattering the time.
He'd be embarrassed, growing quiet with a darkened expression as he averted his gaze. Which it only intensified when you happily handed the waiter your card, assuring him it wasn't the end of the world... and that you were just happy to be here with him.
He had gone increasingly quiet, and you couldn't help but laugh as he covered his face with the tilt of his infamous hat.
"L-Let's just go."
This man would NEVER let it happen again, and he'd carefully watch his guilty spending habits with a sour expression. The thought of that moment practically kept him up at night.
Law didn't pay you back, but he'd taken a little time off work to spend more quality time with you as that seemed to make you happy. And your doctor-in-training wanted nothing more than to see your smile.
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Ok, due to the fact that I'm a new writer, and recovering from a concussion I'll be taking limited requests and extending them as I'm comfortable.
I tend to be a perfectionist who procrastinates, so it takes a few days for me to follow through... though if you do request something just know I'm trying my absolute best to get it done.
And it helps if you're a little descriptive with your request, like little key points, or maybe a certain scenario? Or a starter if you want!
Fandoms:
• One piece
Topics:
I do not do heavy NSFW (As I'm learning.)
SFW is fine
No Incest or god awful weird shit pls, like horrific Ao3 tags, I'll forever be traumatized by those.
I'm great with angst and comfort
Loveeee fluff
Can be descriptive or blunt, whatever you'd prefer
Lowkey this blog is more abt comfort and just feel good stuff—so mental health, or other related things are always welcome!
Stuff I am not comfortable with writing I will let you know, I won't just not reply.
I do Romantic AND Platonic, because I feel as if we don't have enough of those
To be cringe is to be free, so don't be afraid if your request isn't seemingly perfect, because I know damn well my fics are a mess
Characters I'm preferably best at:
Zoro/Sanji/Usopp (My baes)
Characters I'll write for (For Now):
All of the Straw hats (I will NOT do anything romantic for Chopper. He's a child)
Heart-pirates (Same goes for Bepo)
Things I'll Do:
Head-cannons
One-shots
Short Stories
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The Menacing Bra |Master-list|
Fluff, swearing, kissy-kissy, crack, cringe and cliche?? Longish-drabble
You and the cook have a moment, and he actually grew a pair to make a move
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Laundry day.
Oh boy. What absolute joy, the repetitive chore that tested your limits. Chipping away your mental capacity, and your motivation to do anything at all.
You’d spent hours on end, scrubbing and rinsing, only to wear the clothes again, ferevently repeating the cycle.
You cursed, pinching a clip to your nose. You had always wished there was some cheat sheet, some easy way out, other than free labor from the boys. Especially, when you’d gotten stuck with Nami and Robin’s clothes. You’d kindly asked them, seeing their closets were getting low and they’d never decline an offer like that.
Because honestly, who would? Washing clothes by hand was time consuming, and neither you nor the women had the patience for it. Sure, you might be throwing yourself under the bus here, but you cannot for the life of you fucking throw soap and bubbles for an hour.
Wiping the sweat from your brow, you scrubbed and submerged the materials hoping you could get done before lunch.
Luckily, the odds seemed to be in your favor. You hadn’t procrastinated as much as you normally did, so you’d be done with this before lunch. But the peace didn’t last, distant crash emitted from downstairs.
“Spoke too soon,” you sighed, hearing a distant laugh and girlish scream follow after another. A familiar angry shout rang from the kitchen and a chaotic catchy cackle echoed.
You didn’t even want know what the cook was dealing with now.
When paired, the trio of boys were a nightmare. Though speaking of them, if you even had to touch their laundry you’d pass away. That was an actual health hazard, and even thinking about it made your skin crawl.
You shuddered, shaking your head. A grossed shiver ran through your spine causing bubbles to fly.
Ew. Just imagining the men’s laundry was a shit show. Maybe not Sanji’s, as he actually cared about his hygiene—but regardless, it was still nasty.
Sanji, who seemed to holler again—made you crack a smile. Your thoughts centered to him as he consequently reprimanded the idiots for whatever ‘crime’ they outdrew.
Though the glimpse of his agitated face made your smile widen.
The way his brows would have creased into a frown, and the way his jaw would have clenched—sharpening his neck... You silently cursed as your mind filtered elsewhere, leaving the rest of you to the mercy of your imagination.
Ok, sure, maybe you had fallen for the hopeless cook but how could you not?
He’d always showered you in devoted affection—heartfelt compliments, and any craving you could possibly think of. You saw him as the perfect package.
Yeah, maybe he could be a little perverted in the terms of others, but that was just his charm. Or so you’d convinced yourself. You never had an issue with him, he’d always been kind—and that kindness easily swooned you.
Yes, he had unhinged compliments, but it was heart-felt. It had to be. Because deep down, his selfless acts and perverted thoughts felt more like a puppy love than anything. Appreciation, admiration, and his firm morals…were always so oddly refreshing.
Though, speaking of that appreciation, you were almost done. You just had to hang up one of your undergarment’s. The task was easy as the deck finally quieted, meaning lunch was ready.
So as quickly as you could, you stepped onto the rail, reaching to a height where you could hang the material. Ignoring the breeze that rushed by, you hopped down to deal with the soapy water—dumping it overboard.
“____, my love! Lunch is done,” Sanji called, his voice glowing with an excited smile as he steadily rounded the corner to take you inside.
“Yeah, just a sec.” You replied, shaking the soapy suds from the container, watching them fall to the ocean below.
“No worries, I can wait darling.”
Turning back, you weren’t met with the handsome face of the cook, but a sharp gust of wind and a wet towel. It speedily flew towards you, smacking you straight in the face.
“Shit—“ Thwack
“Damn wind—you alright?” His voice reached, muffled over the violent winds. The immeasurable pressure howled over the ship, shoving you against the Sunny’s rail with blunt force.
You managed a muffled holler as a response, but the towel had blocked your vision. Musky soaked flowers welcomed your sense of smell, but it quickly disappeared as it thudded to the floor. This wind died down, and you were left soaked. Your blue tank hard a darker hue, and your hard smudged to your face.
You annoyingly wiped the edges out of your face, quickly asking the cook if he was okay. But he wasn’t. You immediately froze at the sight in-front of you.
No.
Actually die.
He’s dead. You killed the man—or well, the bra that covered his face did. He was as red as a tomato, frozen in place.
You would’ve laughed at the sight if you weren’t so embarrassed.
Hesitant hands came in-front of you, debating what to do with yourself in this situation.
“Sanji?”
“S-so soft...” he whispered, dramatically plummeting to the floor.
There he goes…
A long huff escaped you, watching the pathetic trail of blood stream from his nose, and you slowly knelt beside him calling his name.
Sanji didn’t respond, so you tried again, and again, and again. But he was utterly helpless. He twitched like some possessed bug—far too gone to be saved, so you decide you decided to give him air.
Peeling off and tossing aside the bra, your hands hovered yet again, hesitating. You gently patted his cheeks, hoping to snap him out of his spell.
“Hello? Earth to sanji?” You called, patiently waiting. Though as time passed, you began to grow worried. You almost thought to call Chopper, but you didn’t really want to explain this situation.
Far too awkward, far too embarrassing.
So you took matters into your own hands.
“Hey,” You finally chided, swatting his face—leaving light pink marks. “Sanji, snap out of it!”
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Nothing. Literally nothing.
God, how bad was he down for you? Like—religiously? Or—
Ok rude. That was rude. Don’t think that.
You regretted the act of your harsh hands, and impulsive thoughts, but this was ridiculous. His face was blissfully unaware of your torment, and he’d just been in heaven.
Thriving through the cusp of your bra—you couldn’t believe this.
A frustrated sigh escaped you, and you lightly cradled his face, quietly murmuring his name. No matter the frustration or embarrassment, you could never keep yourself from watching him, he was just too pretty for that.
Luckily, your gentle movement did the trick. It was almost instant.
“Yes, d-darling?” his eyes fluttered open, and he stuttered bringing a blue handkerchief to his nose, cleaning away the mess.
“Are you okay?”
“Haha, yes—lovely,” He breathed, locked in the aftermath of your bra. He couldn’t believe he’d seen the world.
You only seemed to grumble at his words, but your heart hammered when his eyes shined to your own. He gently smiled and you just froze, quietly watching him.
“Are you sure?” you asked, leaning a bit back.
“You’re pink.”
Ugh. Blow by blow, your heart was taking too many hits, and you wish you could just disappear.
This was not your friendly situation of: you could do this. This was embarrassing.
Sanji chuckled, leaning on his heels. He was far from you in your kneeled form, and it was just another hit to your chest.
“Positive Love,” he reassured, tucking his tissue aside. He seemed oblivious now, or—as he so acted, but for such a doting idiot he didn’t seem to take a hint.
“Are you alright?”
“Huh? Why wouldn’t I be,” you muttered, averting your gaze. You were quick to stand, but he’d been quicker helping you to your feet.
“Just wondering, that towel flew by before I could stop it,” he said, looking you over. Taking in your dampened shirt and messied hair— he fell in love with you all over again.
An innocent silence went by as you fixed your hair, taking notice to his stare. You thought to comment on it, maybe to change the subject and flirt—but you’d just point out your own habits.
So you opted not to.
“Yeah—uh, it did,” you said awkwardly, transfixing your gaze to the deck, which he’d taken quick notice to. But you hadn’t been slick enough to keep to yourself.
“That wind was pretty crazy, huh? Pushed me into the rails.” you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
“That it did, is your back alright chérie?”
“Huh? Oh—it’s fine, I’m okay. Push and shove is fine, I mean, no—it’s not.” you didn’t even know what you were saying now, you were tumbling over your words but you couldn’t seem to catch yourself.
But Sanji didn’t seemed to mind, he loved your little rambles.
He could tell you were nervous, and he just loved it. Inside, he was a wreck himself, but seeing you like this made him confident. Sanji saw how he was affecting you, and he only wanted to see more of it.
So, he pushed to make you blush.
“I should—“ you went to say something, but his hand found your waist and your stomach tightened.
There it was.
The cook gave you the option to step away, but you didn’t and he continued. He stepped closer, keeping a kind smile to his face—patiently waiting for you to look up to him.
But you only panicked, you didn’t know what to do, but you didn’t want it to stop. You wanted to kiss him—but was that the wrong move? Was that he wanted? Probably, but you’d didn’t know how to follow through with it. You were a complete ditz to this.
Romance wasn’t your forte, but it sure was his. He knew how to sweet talk a lady, and he knew how to treat one. He was the embodiment of a gentleman—and he’d never dare hit a woman.
Not even if his life depended on it.
“I don’t bite, you know,” he murmured, watching your hands stiffly come to your front.
You finally turned to look up at him, and he wanted to kiss you then and there, but he held back.
Sanji always had with you. He was gentle, and he always made sure you were comfortable. He was a flirt, and you were awkward but that didn’t stop him.
Reactions had never been hard to get out of you, and he liked that, but as more of those nervous rambles drew out; he found himself wanting more.
Unknowingly, you drew him in like an addiction, something he could just go hours watching. Taking pleasure from it. Nervous or rambling he adored you more than he could ever describe.
“If I’m being too much you can tell me,” he reminded, keeping considerate.
“No, no not at all I just,” your voice trailed off and you found yourself looking to his lips.
He caught that, and he took the hint pulling you closer. You chest bumped against his and you leaned back.
“Sorry,” you muttered, averting your gaze.
“What? Don’t apologize, there’s nothing you to be sorry for,” he chuckled, dragging a tender hand along your back, sending tingles of warmth along with it.
He looked to you, and he was drawn to your lips like honey to a bee. But that train of thought was quickly interrupted. His eyes widened as you impulsively leaned up, kissing him.
But it wasn’t long before he melted.
A soft groan muffled against your own, and he cupped the back of your head deepening the kiss.
Sanji always thought you looked sweet, but this far surpassed any imagination he could conjure.
His lips longingly met yours, and he groaned when your hands slid up his chest to his shoulders. His legs almost buckled at the feeling, and he needily slipped his tongue across yours.
You parted to take a breath, but Sanji was too eager. He kissed you again muffling a noise, as he walked to push you against the rail, tilting your head back.
A warm breeze blew by and hands were everywhere, dragging along every part of you, carefully squeezing your shirt and skin. Fingers dipped beneath your tank, trailing up your stomach to the soft dips in your ribs—brushing against the underside of your bra.
SLAM
A door across from you opened, and an impatient captain ruined your moment. “Sanji! Can we eat now?!”
With quick reflexes, the two of you flew away from each-other. You quickly fixed you tank while he tidied up his tux, an awkward cough sounded from you.
“Hey what are you—“
“Nothing!” You dismissed, coughing again—trying to rid the burning feeling in your mouth. You looked beet red quickly passing past the boy.
“He just came to tell me lunch was done, we can eat now!” you chirped, wiping a thumb your lips to rid it of any dampness—fleeing the scene.
You couldn’t believe you’d been so close to being caught.
“Uh—____ wait—“ Sanji tried, but he was fairing off no better. A deep blush was absorbed to his face spreading down his neck. He was a mess.
But as soon as you left, he was seething. It was like a switch as it came to play Luffy had interrupted something that he’d have continued.
“Huh? What’s her deal—“
“Did you have to ruin that?!” He snapped, grabbing the stretchy idiot by his shirt, rapidly shaking him. He didn’t even bother to hide fluster.
“You idiot! Could you not see I was having a moment! I’ve waited forever for this—and you just had to plow through and ruin it!”
“What moment?! And what do you mean ruin it! I just said I was hungry!” his rubber head helplessly flopped back n’ forth, as he tried to avoid the cooks wrath, but he’d ultimately failed.
Yes, Luffy might’ve been hungry.
But, Sanji had been starving.
A Swordsman’s Love |Master-list|
GN!Reader, Fluff, angst if you squint, comfy comfort
First one-shot, too long for a Drabble! Basically a run down on Zoro’s love for you, yap sesh, and vulnerable moments with the lovable swordsman.
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Zoro’s love language is quality time, maybe with a little mix of acts of service here and there, but regardless you couldn’t change my mind.
Despite how ‘cold’ and ‘rough’ he may be, he’s just a little more emotionally constipated than others. Zoro tends to be forward and blunt with his love, even if at first it doesn’t come across that way.
He is nowhere near as romantically inclined as the cook, and compared to Sanji, Zoro’s actions speak louder than words.
He doesn’t care for all that gushy, sweet, blabbering—it’s not really his style, nor his strong suit. However, he can still have his moments with you. Being unironically sweet, flirty or even splitting to a grumbling blushing mess the next, it’s just the way he is.
The time he spends with you is a whole ‘nother story. It’s incredibly important to him and the basic building blocks of your relationship. It’s what you both really tend to feed off of, even if a certain stubborn swordsman won’t admit it.
An often occurrence between you, is him dragging you for a nap, tossing you over his shoulder without a care. Hauling you to his bed.
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“Come, I’m tired.”
“So—I was relaxing?”
“What? And you can’t do that with me?” He prompts, carrying you through the hall towards the men’s quarters. His arm was securely wrapped around your thighs as his left hand casually wandered to your end, gently gripping the hem of your shirt.
Zoro always made sure to keep a stable hold, as you often leaned up on his shoulder like now.
“Well yeah I can, but it’s different when I’m in the sun,” you grumble, softly glaring towards him. Trying and ever so failing to ignore his hand placement.
“Different? I’m plenty warm, I don’t see what your issue is.” he replies, effectively shutting you up. Your protests were a lost cause as he already made up his mind, tossing you up in the bunk with an incoherent mumble.
“What was that?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you—caging you in. Your head rested gently against his shoulder letting your legs tangle with his.
“Nothing.” you muffled.
“Thought so.”
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Zoro isn’t the chatty type, so one of his favorite things to do is listen to you. Whether you’re sitting in his lap or resting by his side, you name it—talking about whatever your heart desires; he’s listening to you.
Your voice and presence soothes him in ways he can’t describe, like a coolant. Often, it eases his troubles, distracting him so he doesn’t have to do it himself—focusing all his thoughts to you.
Zoro tends to pick up on the things others don’t. Whatever you don’t like, he’s noted. Whatever you may fear—he’s quick to keep you away from it. Shield you, protect you, and if you’re sick or sad he knows what to do to make you feel better.
It’s like a second nature to him.
You’d think he wouldn’t have a clue what to get you for a gift or present—but he just somehow does.
Zoro knows how to pick up on silent cues, whether it’s emotional or physical he has a feeling. He can’t describe it, or exactly figure out why, he just knew.
Likewise, you’d gotten a nasty fever—bed ridden for days—and he’d stuck by your side (as most of the crew would). But, he figured you hated being alone. He had a hunch you hated silence, missing the company of your boisterous crew he hoped his presence was enough.
And it always was.
Yeah, he might have slapped a cold rag over your face, telling you to get better so he could train—but he meant well. He just had a gruff way of showing it.
He gave discrete affection, like brushing his hands through your hair to help you sleep, or holding you close so you felt like he wouldn’t leave—he wasn’t too awkward about it. It was causal for him, which led to him sticking by you—deftly tucking you into bed.
To put the cherry on top, Sanji had brought you in one of your favorite foods. Yet you hadn’t remembered mentioning it or telling anyone—but you ultimately suspected Zoro was the culprit.
Either that or you had run your mouth and someone else caught on, which…was probably also Zoro.
But regardless—he’d begrudgingly asked the cook to make it for you.
You didn’t ask him about it, but you did quietly thank him as he dozed off by your side. He’d been awkwardly leaned against you, making your legs go numb under the weight of his muscly chest.
He was an idiot, but he was your lovable idiot. So you’d take what you could get.
There was always so little but so very much of Zoro, and you cherished every second of it.
Zoro always looked out for you, sometimes in ways you couldn’t tell.
The way his eyes followed you as you climbed down from the crows-nest, exhausted or just in general—he made sure you made it down safe. Though if there was ever a moment you’d fall—he’d always catch you.
That includes you being clumsy, or stupid—tripping on a chair or stumbling down the stairs—he had an instinct. Which was also apart of his protective charm.
Zoro’s charm is quiet, but it’s safe. You always felt comfortable no matter the RBF he wore. Which left you questioning if he was frustrated with you or something else entirely.
But he was 100% your safespace.
And your guard dog
But no one would outrightly say that. He could be as brash and avoiding as he wanted to be, but he could never run from you, nor hide his feelings.
Well anyways.
His touch tended to be rough and calloused, you were usually manhandled—not that you minded, but expect being pushed against a wall and kissed senseless.
It was a deep love. The type of love where if someone asked you why you loved eachother, you wouldn’t be able to tell them. You were just drawn, like some gravitational pull, clicking like soulmates. Somehow drawn.
In the warm dawn of a long day, locked in his hold, limbs entangled with snoring bruisingly loud in your ear, he was still yours. Trusting you enough to be vulnerable like this, holding you sleepily in his arms, he loved you.
He never often said it, but when he did, he’d always meant it.
Zoro wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and miscommunication had never really been an issue between you two.
However, without being told you’re loved and that you’re important, overthinking can tend to flourish. Especially with someone like Zoro, which left you doubting your abilities, wondering if the time and effort he gave you was really worth it at all. Overall feeling like a chore…
It’d been a rough patch in your relationship, but it eventually passed. Even if it took a little breakdown and pure avoidance—he’d quickly caught on.
Once he’d figured it out, he wouldn’t be angry or frustrated, he’d just be confused.
Like I said, Zoro’s a little emotionally constipated, so you’d just have to be simple and straightforward with him. Even if it’s hard to communicate that.
He just couldn’t magically understand what the problem was, and you’d probably have to tell him. Ending in a method of heated discussion—or a pure ramble and breakdown of words.
He would be there for you regardless.
•~•~•
For a moment, Zoro would be stunned. A blank sheet, but the words would register and his gaze would slightly soften.
He would take it slow, coming closer, offering you a hug to let you decide what you wanted. As he never wanted to control anything, your relationship was a ship off balance, floating teetering—drifting free, it was simple.
He’d pull you close, letting his hands comfortingly wash over and sink beneath your turmoil, wiping away the very tears he didn’t mean to cause.
He didn’t really know what to think, he didn’t blame you, but he did silently blame himself.
Zoro jokingly said you needed to toughen up, but it had never been meant harshly. His crude humor had been used in the wrong setting and brain would fry as you cried more, feeling stupid.
His brain would fry, but he’d be quick to comfort you. This was probably one of the only times he’d apologize—and they’d chaotically fly and ramble out.
His stubborn heart just couldn’t stand your tears, as it was definitely one of his weaknesses.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t—____ please, please don’t cry,” he’d mutter and shush, gently grabbing your face as he tried to wipe away your tears.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured, pulling you in for another hug until you simply stopped. Guardingly, he’d pull you into his lap, attempting to ease your anxieties.
Zoro would internally curse the world and himself for being so dense, but no matter your anxieties it never affected how he saw you.
His motto, was that if you didn’t feel loved, then he’d simply have to remind you over and over again until you did.
Zoro would bring your tears eyes to look into his and he repeated the words he didn’t often say, determinedly.
“I love you, I. Love. You, you got that?”
He never idled you weak, but he wished you’d realize how important you were to him, and how much he loves you.
The literal Straw Hat to his Luffy, or the SUPER to his Franky, it simply wouldnt be the same without you. And he’d stand stubbornly by it no matter what negative thoughts you had to offer.
You were his to love, his to hold, and his cherish.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
•~•~•
Overall, a Swordsman’s Love like Zoro’s is indefinite. It honestly depends how you view him and his character, though out of all the odds he was just a kid forced to grow up too fast.
He serves as a first-mate on the crew, meaning his literal job is to protect and take care—meanwhile holding second charge. But in the real light, he’ll downplay it. He puts on a front, acting strong, letting no one see him so weak—but he can’t hide it from you.
The crew sees it sometimes, but it’s mostly with you in quieter moments.
Ever since Kuina died, he’d lost a lot. He’d lost his best friend, and he’d lost a challenge to further achieve his dream.
So he had to live for her, and achieve it himself.
That dream never wavered, but as soon as the crew came into play—they always came first. Including you.
His worry for you was strong, whether you could fight or not you’re always in sharp terms on his radar, and he can’t help it.
You’re not fragile to him, but in the moments where you’re injured, it’s like he has tunnel vision. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. He can’t stand seeing you in pain, or suffering, because it was his job to protect you in the first place.
You’re his.
Maybe, just maybe, he would be on the overprotective side. But, it comes from a place of heart. He’d constantly remind you to rest, to take it easy—and even haul you to bed if he had to.
When you’re hurt he doesn’t let you out of his sight, he watches you like a hawk—but he just needs to know you okay and you’re safe.
Because he never had that confirmation with Kuina, it’d been sudden, out of the ordinary—and he wasn’t taking that chance with you.
He’d tend to your wounds without ask and he’d always be gentle, even if you didn’t want him to do it.
You’d insist you’d be fine, but he’d never let up.
Zoro was a strong minded person, and when he had his mind was set on something, it was very hard to break.
•~•~•
“____, Can you just let me—?”
“No,” you said shakily, crossing your arms over your stomach. A bleeding wound with old bandages was hidden beneath, creating a slow decline in your energy. “I said it’s fine, you don’t need to, Chopper will be back in a bit.”
“Yeah, like I’m gonna wait and let you bleed out. Just C’mere and sit your ass down,” he scoffed, walking over to you.
“I’m not gonna bleed out—“
“If I don’t re-bandage it and put some pressure on it, yeah the hell you are,” Zoro snapped, carefully grabbing your upper sides as he pushed you to sit against the lounge.
It wasn’t long till he had a wad of bandages with antiseptics at either side of you, kneeled in-front.
Despite Zoro being a dummy, you often forgot how tender and smart he could be in situations so dire. He had a way of knowing, but never explaining.
He most likely learned the medical techniques by watching the injuries Chopper had treated on him.
You couldn’t find a word of protest, as you didn’t know how to talk to him when he was so brunt and focused. You weren’t used to being cared for, but Zoro exceeded at that—leaving bittersweet feelings to rest.
You had to look away as he rested between your legs, distracting yourself from the pain as he pushed you gently back.
As careful as he could be, he peeled off your shirt wrapping off the old and tending in with the new.
It was an uncomfortable burn, followed by sharp stabs and throbs leaving you breathless. You were painfully tense and quiet, but he picked up on that.
You quietly cursed, letting out a shaky groan as the antiseptic finally hit your skin. You closed your eyes, focusing on anything else, eventually finding the intricate grooves ceiling where made shaped out figures—creating them like your dignity depended on it.
A slight whimper followed and Zoro’s hand tightened on your thigh.
You sucked in a long breath, closing your eyes as you focused your attention to his touch—rather than the pain that was causing it, “You done yet?”
Zoro dabbed the cotton swab over the freshly cleaned wound, “Mhm, just relax.”
“You’re almost done. A bit longer ____.”
“I know.” you winced.
He hated hearing you like that, much less seeing it.
He quickly wiped over the wound before leaning up to grab the bandage, moving his hand to your lower back—leaning you up.
“I just need to wrap this up. Hold on to me, yeah?”
You nodded, letting him bring your arms to his shoulders. The pain suddenly intensified and you’d whimpered into his shoulder.
“I know, I know.” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your head.
Before you knew it, he successfully pulled you into his lap, finishing off the bandages with a gentle tie.
His hand gingerly combed through your hair as he kissed your temple, bringing his hand to your lower back, holding it there with soft motions.
“Rest pretty, I gotcha.” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head. Zoro lifted your legs over his lap, holding you there.
He leaned back against the lounge, resting securely with you in his arms, “I gotcha.”
•~•~•
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Updated 5/2/25 started 9/11/24
I am currently re-vamping my older fics 💔
Mash-ups:
Enclosed (Straw Hatx!GNReader) 🫧❣️
Card DECLINED (MonsterTrio+Lawx!Fem!Reader❣️ |Head-Cannons| (re-writing)
Sub-Tastic? (MonsterTrio+Law,Usopp,Sanji!FemReader) ⭐️❣️ |Head-Cannons|
Roronoa Zoro
A Swordsman’s Love (GN!Reader) ❣️🫧 |One-shot| (re-writing)
Lay Off! (Fem!Reader) ❣️🫧|One-shot|
See-See Fruit (GN!Reader) ❣️🫧 |One-shot| (re-writing)
Sanji
The Menacing Bra (Fem!Reader) ❣️⭐️ |One-shot| (re-writing)
Bitterspicy? (Fem!Reader)❣️|One-shot| (re-writing)
Usopp
Gonzo (Fem!Reader) ❣️🫧 |One-shot|
Talent (GN!Reader) ❣️ |One-Shot|
Monkey D. Luffy
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Trafalgar D. Water Law
Death of Pizzaz (Fem!Reader) ❣️⭐️ |One-shot| (re-writing)
Sleepy stalls (!GN!Reader)❣️ |Head-cannons| (re-writing)
Portages D. Ace
As The Day Slips By 🫧❣️|One-Shot|
Complications ❣️|One-Shot|