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firefirefruit · 5 months

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Steel in Her Veins | Table of Contents

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Synopsis: Your name is Kozuki Raya, but no one calls you by that name anymore. Using the alias of Tenguyama Raya as advised by your grandfather, you are the descendant of the legendary swordsmith Kotetsu and a distant friend of the Shimotsuki clan. Following in your ancestor’s footsteps, you dedicate your life to the mastery of sword crafting, wielding, and learning. With much of your life being taught by gramps Sukiyaki, you realise that the dormant power, ancient knowledge and ancestral secrets that thrum within your veins start to play a very important role in the way the future world is shaped. Meeting the Straw Hats was not written anywhere within your blueprints, but – most importantly - meeting Roronoa Zoro wasn’t supposed to change the trajectory of your life either.

Table of Contents:

Prologue

Chapter One: What Happens When a Swordsman Meets a Swordsmith?

Chapter Two: All Goop and No Blades

Chapter Three: The Golden Medallion

Chapter Four: A Cyborg, A Skeleton and A Lot of Limbs Walk Into A Shop…

Chapter Five: Oh, Ohara...

Chapter Six: It's Awful, Do It Again.

Chapter Seven: BWING!

Chapter Eight: The One-Eyed Marimooo

Chapter Nine: The Niece of Oden

Chapter Ten: Fight, Flight, Freeze

Chapter Eleven: The Bushido Code

Chapter Twelve: Read Me, But Don't Weep

Chapter Thirteen: A Line in the Sand

Chapter Fourteen: Enigma

Chapter Fifteen: Did You Watch Your Spine Run Away from You, Too?

Chapter Sixteen: Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Chapter Seventeen: Onigiri

Chapter Eighteen: Burn, Demon, Burn

Chapter Nineteen: Daemgar

Chapter Twenty: Minks and Vivre Cards

Chapter Twenty-One: Polar Twwwang

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Doctor Just Pinched Me

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Children of the Beyond

Chapter Twenty-Four: You Want to Come Over and Touch Me, Too?

Chapter Twenty-Five: One More Sword

Chapter Twenty-Six: Simple. Practical. Easy

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Alcohol. Love It or Hate It

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sugar and Spice and Everything... Sooty

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Stupid Fucking Plan

Chapter Thirty: Fuck You, Too.

Chapter Thirty-One: Rubber

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Thorned

Chapter Thirty-Three: Sharp Metal, Be Damned

Chapter Thirty-Four: Aragnus

Chapter Thirty-Five: A Surly Monster

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candyquokka · 6 months

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──★ ˙ ̟just a friend, right?

pairing: zoro/reader

word count: 349

genre: fluff, drabble, comfort?, oblivious reader, strawhat! reader, best friend! zoro, zoros just downbad for reader ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

summary: you haven't been getting enough sleep

warnings: kinda shitty still working on my writing style

“How long has it been since you last slept?” Zoro asked, walking over to you with a concerned tilt of his brow. Why were you so obsessed with the map?

You were hunched over your table, head nodding with sleep. He stopped, eying the several empty coffee mugs across the scattered desk. “Ah. I see.” You can't just drop everything to study this map??? You need to sleep???

Zoro sighs, before putting on hand on your chair and pulling it back.

"cmon, get up."

"..."

No response from you as you continue studying your map (or trying not to fall asleep). You can't even hear me. Zoro rolls his eyes before placing two hands under your arms and hauling you up.

“You don’t… get to tell me… to do… anything,” you slurred, half-asleep as you allowed yourself to be maneuvered into Zoro's arms. Oh my god this is a bit close I- no. You are Zoro. Your friend canNOT make you blush. You've defeated pirates with some of the highest bounties.

“Then let me ask you. Would you like to be tucked into your bed?”

“You’re… a… annoying. But yes please thanks.” You smile sleepily and slightly slap Zoro's cheek in thanks, but Zoro can only look at you endearingly. I- NO ZORO DO NOT TURN SOFT IT WAS JUST A PAT ON THE CHEEK. He slightly shakes his head before turning to walk in the direction of your bed.

After tucking you into your bed and making sure you were comfortable, he starts to leave, but you grab onto his hand.

"stay?" you ask sleepily, gently tugging on his hand. Zoro looks down at your drowsy face, and he can't help but melt inside all over again. ZORO LISTEN TO ME YOU ARE NOT SOFT YOU ARE RORONOA ZORO AND YOU HAVE DEFEA- but its ok to be soft for your friend right its ok its ok its ok its ok-

Zoro's inner turmoil resolves as he slides under your covers, you instanting latching onto him. As you doze off, he smiles to himself. Just a friend, right?

#drabble #kinda shitty #zoro #rorono zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #ronoroa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #rorona zoro fanart #opla #one piece live action #op live action #oplaedit #cute #strawhat #straw hat pirates

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genderless-naper · 2 years

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zoro x gf!reader

he takes care of his gf who has a bad headache ! lowercase intended !

“i dont feel well”

that was the only sentence you were able to manage out between the pounding of your head and the lightweight of your body. you gripped your head often and stumbled when walking. this immediately caught zoros attention

“y/n are you okay?” he held you to support you up and asked worriedly, which surprised you

“of course i am, i mean im a little seasick.. but nothing to worry about!” you smiled back up at the muscular figure, but realized he isnt giving into your excuses

zoro pulled you along “lets go to chopper, youre not well.”

you tugged on your arm weakly, “i swear im fine zoro”

he still insisted you get checked, and with the pounding getting more rapid you finally gave in

chopper didnt quite understand what was wrong. you repeatedly mentioned it was only seasickness, and nothing to be worried about

the worried doctor shook his head, “i dont know y/n.. ive barely ever seen you seasick, and the symptoms arent like this. you should lay down until i can determine whats wrong”

you sigh and nod. maybe a nap wasnt bad after all

“ill take her to bed” zoro nodded at the doctor but chopper shook his head

“shes having a lot of trouble breathing and needs fresh air. she should lay outside”

zoro nodded and made you follow the doctors advice.

zoro has never believed in following rules in order to get better. he thinks he can train off a sickness and be better, but he will make sure you do anything that could make you feel better. so he made sure you were laying down and comfortable on the deck chairs. he fixed an umbrella above you so the sun didnt have a chance of bothering his sick baby

you giggle at his actions, which only resulted in him lecturing you about why you need to take care of yourself. “boo hoo, youre such a hypocrite zoro” you poked a tongue out and curled up ready to sleep

he sat himself next to your chair with a hand rested on his sword, watching over you. nami giggles to robin while watching zoro, which immediately earned her a hard glare from the swordsman. she rolled her eyes, “im not gonna eat your girlfriend”

he grips a sword, “be quiet. she needs to sleep.” nami once again rolled her eyes while you apologize for zoros actions

“control your guard dog y/n”

a spark lit in zoros eyes as he goes to pull put his sword. you hit his head hard and groan at the sudden movement you had to make in order to tame him, “i need sleep zoro, not you killing people” he nods. for the rest of the day he was on his feet for you

“zoro im really thurs-“ you got a glass of water in your hand

“zoro its really col-“ you got wrapped up in a blanket

“zoro my head hur-“ you got an immediate head massage, which you had to make him stop since his tight grip was only worsening you

you eventually fell asleep, and zoro tasked himself with making sure the crew around were dead silent

you ended up sleeping the whole day; and well into the night. you woke up around 3 am because of the boats sudden rocking, but feeling much better

while stretching and sitting up you noticed a specific marimo still on guard next to your bed

“zoro? whatre you doing up so late?”, no response

you shook his shoulder, still no response

you got up and went around to face him only to witness him asleep while sitting up straight

immediate guilt started tangling in you. you realized it was best to leave him be since he was obviously tired from ‘protecting’ you all day

you managed to lay him down on the grass, and joining beside him. he shifted around while you wrapped the blanket around the both of you

giggling, you look up at his sleep-induced face “thank you for taking care of me zoro..”

cupping his cheek and lightly tracing a finger down his scar. to your surprise youre met with his eyes. he automatically wrapped his arms around your body, still being protective. maybe it was a habit rather than a decision.

yawning in your face and started mumbling, “aho.. take care of yourself..”

all you could was smile widely and kiss his forehead while drifting back to sleep in his embrace💚

hi😏 hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it !! its 2am 😏

#one piece #op #onepiece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece zoro #rorono zoro #zoro #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece strawhats #straw hat zoro #zoro x y/n #!!!

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firefirefruit · 5 months

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Steel in Her Veins, Prologue

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro.

Synopsis:

Your name is Kozuki Raya, but no one calls you by that name anymore. Using the alias of Tenguyama Raya as advised by your grandfather, you are the descendant of the legendary swordsmith Kotetsu and a distant friend of the Shimotsuki clan.

Following in your ancestor’s footsteps, you dedicate your life to the mastery of sword crafting, wielding, and learning. With much of your life being taught by gramps Sukiyaki, you realise that the dormant power, ancient knowledge and ancestral secrets that thrum within your veins start to play a very important role in the way the future world is shaped.

Meeting the Straw Hats was not written anywhere within your blueprints, but – most importantly - meeting Roronoa Zoro wasn’t supposed to change the trajectory of your life either.

Prologue

"She's passed on, young man."

A weathered voice croaks out from behind one of the passing fruit stalls. The shadowed man lingers from the safety of his merchandise, the scorching sun missing only by a small inch from kissing his leathered skin.

Gritting his teeth, Zoro aimlessly turns around whilst sheathing the limping metal back to her home. Does anyone keep their fucking thoughts to themselves anymore? He mutters in his head.

“You really should let her go," the man eggs on with such a proud voice that it almost flows against the direction of the wind, against the grain of the public. As Zoro stands within the mingling market, with bundles of crowds gracing the pavements around him with their excited chatter, only but this old voice advances stronger than the rest, almost resting too clearly and proudly within the shell of Zoro’s ears.

Zoro kisses his teeth and whips his head at the direction of the sound again, finally being able to spot the silhouette to the voice - right there. The shadow with hands that slice through those blood red apples with an abnormally jagged knife. Zoro narrows his eye at the blurred figure, trying to figure it out.

“Tsch, fruit guy. Butt out, yeah?” He grumbles, shooting him a disdainful side eye. Crossing his arms in defiance, Zoro stays in his position like the good lap dog he seems to be turning into; if Luffy wasn’t so intent on him coming on this bloody island, he would’ve been able to rest. And to be able look at his poor, wounded sword in peace without dealing with so many wandering eyes.

In an instant, the old man cracks out in laughter, his voice bellowing out in clear tides. His shadowed arms grasp at his belly, a large-lipped smile peering out of his shelter. “Feisty one, I see…Is she special to you?”

The she in mention begins to hum weakly against the side of the green-head’s hip, whimpering and struggling, almost as if trying to reply. With an irritated twitch of his eyebrow, Zoro finally gives in to gape straight-on at the old geezer.

“It’s an it, not a she, dumbass. Swords have one purpose only; this one has simply served it,” Zoro snaps, straining his eyes even further to try to look at this peculiar man.

With a broken pang, the sword sheathed by his side begins to twinge again, but in an octane lower - and somehow, Zoro can feel it in his own core; he knows what the thrum of metal tugged across his leg is trying to say – the sword feels hurt by his own stupid words.

In a snap, Zoro's hand carefully rests over her head.

“Looks like you’re caressing her to me.”

“Shut up! Who even asked for your opinion?" Zoro growls, immediately yanking his hand away from his hip. The odd merchant simply guffaws in response.

Tsk. How dare he decide whether his sword was fit for battle or not?

“I’m not here to judge you, green-hair, but it simply looks to me that you have a bond with that scrap of metal. Come here.”

“I’m not in the mood, gramps. Go sell your damn apples to someone else.”

“I see. I suppose you would waste their time, anyway…”

Although Zoro’s ears are now perked by the ‘them’ in question, he keeps his eye shut tight and remains silent; he’s not going to give into this fraud’s tactics in getting a reaction from him. Hmph.

The merchant continues, quite obviously enjoying his jest with the bull-headed swordsman. “You know, that swordsmith. What was her name again…Penguyama? Tenguyummy? Tengushimmy…?”

Zoro stares at him blankly.

Clearly, this geezer is overestimating Zoro’s intelligence.

The small hints of names he’s throwing out is completely flying right past the swordman’s head, seeing how it seems like no one’s at home. Literally no light bulbs are screwed on properly up there.

Another second passes where they both stare, bewildered by one another. The old, short man clears his throat.

“Pardon my language…But you seem quite dense.”

“Fuck you! You’re the one who’s talking in riddles!”

“I. Help. You. With. Sword.” The merchant slowly enunciates, using his fingers to imitate the words coming out of his mouth.

“Come.” He points obnoxiously with his finger at the incline into the hills. “Person. Makes. Swords…They. Help.”

“Stop talking to me as if I’m slow!?”

“Pfft, you could’ve fooled me.” The merchant giggles like a child.

“Are you begging me to slice you in half?” Zoro shouts, childishly stomping towards the fruit stall.

But then, something very odd happens; as Zoro manages to look at gramps clearly for the first time, he freezes in his spot.

Indeed, it is a weathered old man leaning behind a stack of his precious fruits. With silver hair brushed across his shoulders, his unwavering smile greets the samurai with an odd sense of confidence.

But that isn’t what makes Zoro stop in his track, no, it’s what he says next. The next six words that comes out of the old man’s mouth…his awfully jagged knife limply resting over his knuckles, a knowing glint striking across his well-travelled eyes… all of it sounds self-assured.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Zoro doesn’t know what it is about this guy in front of him, but it just makes him stop. His mouth fails to open to retort something offensive – instead, he simply cocks his head to the side.

He doesn’t know whether it’s the knife that he’s masterfully twirling across the both of his hands, or if it’s the familiarity of his face – those eyes, hasn’t he seen the same ones before? – but something about him makes Zoro pause for a moment.

Gramps smiles wider, indenting his wrinkles further like ripples scattering across water, and rises one thick grey eyebrow at him.

“Now, then. Are we ready to go?”

The samurai kisses his teeth for the fifth time in a row and twists his head to the side in defeat. Subconsciously, his hand inches towards his broken sword - his untethered lifeline.

“Whoever they are, they better be worth it.”

Zoro didn’t know at the time of what was about to unfold, of what was about to be the trigger to a never-ending tale of perplexity and pain, but I can assure you that now, at this very moment, he would say that – indeed - she is worth it all.

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Four

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Thirty-Four: Aragnus

All she can think of is him.

He plagues her in her sleep. Comatose and unkempt, all her body is able to do is toss and turn, drink and re-drink each memorised plane of his body.

His hands. Large and calloused and firm – in another lifetime, she really would’ve complimented them. She would’ve held her fingers over them, quietly sliding over each scar, over each section of where his skin regrew to be tougher, to be stronger, to be… better.

Oh, and the way those very hands travelled across her jaw; his rough, heavy fingers curling across her throat as he held in his own admiring breaths reserved for her. They felt firm on her skin - yet in the way they lingered, they could only be described as soft, tender almost. It was as if they were self-assured, that in that moment, she was his, and nothing could take that away from him.

His mouth. His jaw. The way he’d silently part his lips and pant out repressed breaths as he’d loom over her, and when he stared at her like he’d never seen someone so delicious as her, consumed by the lust that even the strongest men are rendered vulnerable to…well, something tore within her.

Constant dreams. Of his breath laying hot against her skin, his large back curling over her body. His shoulder blades flex as his lips near the shell of her ear. And with each pant he released into her, another wall between them broke.

Hard kisses and shivering gasps and intensely gripped at hair. Bare skin brushing against bare skin, lips crossing across lips like wind that delicately brushes through long grass.

A swell of something inside her grows as she turns in her sleep again, her psyche desperately clawing at the vision that lays before her - begging, pleading, for it not to dissolve into some man-told fiction.

It’s a constant and repetitive dream, lasting for days on end. And when Raya finally stirs from her own relentless mind, she wakes up gasping, her torso shooting up from the bed.

Raya gasps heavily, blinking confusedly within the darkness of the medical cabin. It’s silent here, the only source of noise being from her own fearful mouth that inhales all the oxygen of the room.

She feels hot – too hot, uncomfortably hot in a way that feels like her body is on fire. On fire with anger, with lust and confusion and heat, and everything in between, every single thought and feeling is relentlessly aflame.

And so, Raya makes a run for it.

Plagued by the intensity of her own blood and skin, she swings her legs over and stumbles out on the night-ridden deck, where she’s immediately slapped in the face with a gust of freezing air.

Wearing nothing but a long shirt and socks, Raya stands on the deck, shivering. A repulsive sensation of the wind mingling in with her sticky sweat irritates her even further, making her look down and curse at herself for leaving the room without putting any pants on.

But when Raya inspects the skin on her legs closely, narrowing her eyes in suspicion, a sense of dread washes over her. Because her legs aren’t just bare, no. They’re glistening, with metallic protrusions threateningly spiking out from her skin.

Since when did it grow out of her legs, too?

“You should be asleep,” a deep voice mutters out from behind her, the heaviness of his boots creaking against the wooden surface of the dock.

Raya’s heart trembles.

Because she knows whose voice that is.

Raya spins around clumsily, meeting with the face she only stopped obsessing over a few moments ago.

Her breath catches in her throat as she continues to stand stupidly in front of him - Zoro, meanwhile, tries his absolute best not to look at her legs, but his little glances downwards betray him.

“I…feel…” Raya swallows. She doesn’t know when or why she does it, but her legs automatically take a dizzy step towards Zoro. “I feel all wrong.”

She takes another step closer, taking in Zoro’s baffled furrow of his brows, his arms tightly folding against his chest as he quickly scans her over for any sign of injuries.

She stares at him. At his strong jaw, the thin scar that slits down his eye, the muscles that ripple from his neck, and the heat from within her pulsates, the sweat across her skin beading faster together in a desperate attempt to regulate herself.

Zoro clears his throat, feeling quite uncomfortable with being under her scrutinising eye. “Wrong?” He forces his gaze away from her half-naked form. “What’re you talking about?”

Raya tries her best to shrug as coolly as possible. The heat underneath her skin continues to pulsate as she roughly swallows, eyeing the muscles that run so perfectly through his arms. And, as if on their own command, her fingers raise towards Zoro’s face, gravitating towards the line of his thinly veiled scar.

“I… Everything feels so…”

Zoro gapes at her as he raises his own hand, grabbing her fingers before they reach his face. He shakes his head, unable to take his eyes off from her. “Raya… You should go back to sleep.”

"I can’t. Someone’s coming for me. I can feel it" Raya dazedly whispers, rising on the tips of her toes to reach his face. She nears his mouth, her fingers gently searching for respite in the nook of his shoulder. “But…but I…”

She can’t control herself anymore. The heat within her is too suffocating, and she needs a release more than ever.

So, softly, ever so gently, her lips lay against Zoro’s neck. Peppering his tan skin with light kisses, trailing so sensually towards his clothed chest, her voice softly muffles against his body. "But I can’t seem to care."

Zoro stands frozen in place, his mind reeling as Raya's lips press against his neck with a tender urgency that sends pleasure through his entire body. His heart pounds in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to comprehend the sudden shift.

For a fleeting moment, he's overcome by a surge of conflicting emotions - confusion, desire, and a gnawing sense of unease that coils like a serpent in the pit of his stomach. He knows that something isn't right, that Raya isn't herself, but the intoxicating heat of her touch ignites a primal urge within him that he can't ignore.

As her soft lips trail down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, Zoro's resolve begins to waver. His muscles tense involuntarily, his hands twitching at his sides as he fights against the overwhelming tide of desire that threatens to consume him.

Zoro's voice emerges as a rasp, strained with a mixture of disbelief and arousal. "Tenguyama," he manages to force out, his words thick with restraint. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

In response, Raya's gaze intensifies as she searches for his eyes, her own filled with a desperate longing. With a swift movement, she pulls away from him, her breath still warm against his skin. "Are you uncomfortable?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "I can stop."

Zoro's cheeks flush hotly, his gaze darting away from her as he struggles to find the right words. "No!" he blurts out, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "That's not... I mean, it's not about that. You're just... not yourself right now."

“But I want you,” she murmurs softly, her arms hesitantly returning to rest across his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I want you.

But just as Zoro begins to speak, his words are swallowed by a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips. Raya’s mouth electrifies his senses as her lips press against his neck - harder this time - and begins roughly sucking at his skin, sucking so desperately, that even Raya muffles out a sigh of pleasure. With each stroke of her tongue, he feels an intoxicating wave of pleasure wash over him, rendering coherent thought impossible.

“Raya,” he hoarsely mumbles. He fights to suppress a mounting groan as she responds to her name with a teasing nip at his neck. “You’re not in the right mind—”

“Why do you never leave me alone?” Raya slurs softly against his neck. She kisses a tender spot from below his ear. “Even when I’m in a bloody coma, you’re still there. Burned into my retinas.”

With a low growl of desire, Zoro leans into Raya's touch, his hands sliding possessively over her hips as he pulls her closer. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine, igniting a fierce hunger within him that demands to be sated.

Before Zoro can open his mouth, a ferocious onslaught of wind consumes the sails of the ship, throwing the Sunny itself into a spinning plank of wood. Amidst the deafening roar of the tempest, all semblance of sound is devoured by the howling winds, leaving only a cacophony of chaos in its wake. With wide-eyed terror, Raya watches as the air itself seems to warp and distort, heralding the arrival of an unimaginable threat.

An enormous gasp escapes her lips as the surreal sight unfolds before her: a horde of colossal dragons descending upon them with breath-taking speed.

Each behemoth is a marvel of ferocity and power, their scales gleaming like molten gold in the pale moonlight as they carve through the tumultuous sky with deadly precision.

Zoro's hands move with practiced urgency, instinctively reaching for the comforting weight of his swords as he braces himself for the impending clash. Muscles taut with anticipation, he stands ready to defend against this otherworldly onslaught.

"What the fuck?" Zoro's voice booms above the tempest, his words swallowed by the roar of the wind. But even amidst the shock, his resolve remains unyielding, his gaze fixed on the approaching threat.

And then, Raya does the mistakeable. She locks eyes with the largest of the swarm, the darkest of the dragons.

The dragon, a towering titan among its brethren, commands the sky with a presence that defies description. Its scales, as dark as the abyss itself, seem to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it, giving the creature an aura of ominous power. Each movement is fluid yet purposeful, its sinewy form twisting and coiling with a grace that belies its immense size.

As it descends upon the ship with lethal intent, the dragon's eyes burn with an intensity that pierces through the chaos like twin beacons of malevolence.

It is her, his voice rings in her mind.

Raya staggers backward, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion into her mind. The dragons' voices reverberate within her skull, sending shockwaves of pain rippling through her consciousness. She clutches her head, her nails digging into her scalp as she struggles to block out the cacophony of voices assaulting her senses.

Another dragon swoops into her vision with a huff from his snout, almost as if sneering at her. She does not smell strong, Aragnus. Perhaps old age is catching up to your snout.

The large dragon roars furiously in response, his large, wet eyes narrowing at his red brother.

Do not ridicule me, smallthing! He thunders out loud in Raya’s mind, making her scream out in pain, desperately clawing at her ears to make it stop. Her talons do not lie.

Speak with the human, Aragunus, a feminine voice huffs out. With each of its exhale, plumes of smoke and flame billow forth, painting the night sky with a searing glow of impatience. She seems to be in pain.

"What are you doing?" Zoro yells, staring at Raya who’s gripping at her head in complete terror. “Grab a weapon, already!”

But Raya shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the dark behemoth that soars overhead. “No,” she whispers, her voice barely audible above the roar of the wind. “No. They’re here for me.”

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firefirefruit · 2 months

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Two

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Thorned

Metal. Hatching out from soft, fragile skin, splintering out like daggers from a suit of armour.

Raya breathes loudly, silently staring at her own hands. Watching it metamorphosise. In real time.

Blood trickles across her skin from each birthing of steel, pain consuming her body in constant throbs of torture. She says nothing, does nothing, but stare at it happening in paralysed fear.

“Go get my kit, Bepo,” Law bites out, his knees messily grounding into the sand. He darkly takes in Raya’s condition, eyes flickering across her skin in thought, his head subtly tilting towards the other doctor. “Chopper, your drug – what does it consist of?”

Luffy, drawn to the commotion, widens his eyes in admiration as he stares at the silver peeking through skin. “Woah, what are those on your hands, Swords? Is that a new weapon?”

“No, it’s not,” Law spits out, shooting Luffy daggers with his eyes. He immediately looks down to the reindeer. “What did you use?”

“Atropine and Mink salve,” Chopper alertly responds to Law, as he, too, sits before Raya. His hoofs gently take in Raya’s palms, frowning intensely. “Did you take your dose today, Raya?”

Luffy frowns at his response, realisation slowly dawning in on him of the severity of the scene before him.

“Raya… are you okay?” Luffy asks – in a much quieter voice this time – as he stumbles his way towards her.

“Um,” Raya swallows, her voice trembling. Her eyes flicker to Zoro, who doesn’t even spare a glance in her direction. She notices his arms folding even tighter against his chest as he stands amidst the lapping waves. “Yeah, about half an hour ago.”

“Her tolerance,” Law mutters, making Chopper nod his head in agreement. A panicked Bepo comes running from a distance, Law’s medical tools clasped in his big paws as his eyes tear up in fear for his long lost friend’s sake.

The doctor breathes out a sigh of relief as he accepts the pack from his second mate, and with quick fingers, he begins to unfold his flap of tools. “We need to determine the condition as fast as we can. No known cause, no known cure – I’ll be honest, this isn’t good.”

“Fuck,” Raya grits her teeth, her hands slightly trembling in the fluff of Choppers soft hooves. Another metallic spike lodges its way out of her skin, almost as if reacting to her sudden anxiety. “Why don’t you keep on scaring your patient, Law? It’s doing wonders for her.”

What am I going to do? Raya thinks, watching the blood trickle heavily against her skin. Chopper presses firmly on the edge of the metallic wound, making sure to not lodge the shrapnel further into her skin. This isn’t fair. I didn’t ask for any of this.

Suddenly, a warm hand rests on Raya’s shoulder.

She looks up, surprised, only to meet Luffy’s eyes.

Almost as if he’s read her mind, a soft, comforting smile sets on his lips, a bright look that promises her safety.

“You’re okay, Swords.” He smiles. “You’ll be the silver hedgehog of our crew, if they keep on growing outta you.”

And out of the blue, a flying hand comes into contact with Luffy’s head, smacking him so hard his head dislodges from his neck.

“Shut up, Luffy!” Nami yells.

“And here we were, thinking you were gonna be supportive for once,” Usopp sullenly mumbles, unimpressed.

As Law continues his examination, Zoro finally decides to walk towards the commotion, his arms so tensely folded together, the contours of his muscles bulge out in restrained fear.

"How did this happen?" he snaps, his gaze piercing as he directs his question at Raya.

Raya bristles at his accusatory tone, her jaw tightening as she meets his gaze head-on.

"What, you think I did this to myself?"

"I didn't say that," he replies. “But you sure as hell weren’t taking care of your hands when you were sharpening that sword before.”

“I’ve been sharpening swords my entire life, Roronoa. Spare me the lecture.”

“These conditions aren’t supposed to be triggered from physical wounds, either,” Robin gently intervenes, offering a comforting smile to both Zoro and Raya. She lifts the glittering tome in front of them – the one that they stole from the Shaman Island – and flips through the pages with delicate fingers. “According to the tome.”

Nami looks up at her, hope desperately grasping at her eyes. “Did you learn anything else? Does it talk about Raya’s condition at all?”

Robin shakes her head; worry takes over in the crease of her brows. “It only addresses basic mythic changes like metamorphosis.”

“Right, yeah, because that’s totally basic knowledge. You know, metamorphosis, something everyone knows about,” Usopp mumbles, gaping at Robin.

Raya's hands tremble slightly as she watches Law and Chopper work, holding in a painful breath, while Luffy silently rests his chin on her shoulder for moral support.

Zoro's gaze remains fixed on Raya, his earlier irritation tempered by a growing sense of concern.

"So, what are we supposed to do now?"

Law sighs heavily, his expression grave as he finishes his assessment.

"We need more information," he declares, his tone clipped and business-like. "Without knowing the cause, I can't offer any definitive treatment."

Raya's heart sinks at his words, the weight of her situation pressing down on her shoulders like a leaden blanket.

"But where do we even start?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nami's eyes flash with realisation as she begins to mumble in a trance. "The guy I spoke to before," she softly mumbles. “The one who knows where Suki is. He knows something.”

Suki?

Raya’s heart stops, her whole body turning cold from hearing those words, before a whole flurry of metal shards pierce through her skin synchronously, making her scream out in bone-chilling pain.

“Raya!” Sanji shouts. He stares at the metal that now spreads to her arms like an uncontainable plague. He then glares at the Surgeon of Death, before furiously barking out, “Law, do something, for fuck’s sake!”

“Why don’t you stop yapping like a dog and let me do my job?” Law barks back, his narrowed in menacing slits.

But Raya doesn’t seem to be listening to them – instead, she continues to stare at Nami, her face growing paler by the moment. Blood drips onto her clothes like a monotonous metronome, her heart faintly beating in her chest, before she opens her mouth to speak.

“You know where Suki is?”

Nami looks at her worriedly, nodding softly. “Very vaguely — I mean, a potential spot on the map. I was going to tell you before, but then… I saw your hands…” her voice breaks, complete devastation taking over her composure. “We need to take you to that man, Raya. Gods save me, I’m going to find you a cure. And he might be the one who has it.”

Raya's breaths come in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to contain the agony coursing through her body. Each movement feels like a fresh onslaught of pain, the metallic protrusions from her skin digging deeper with every passing second.

No! Fuck the treatment! Fuck the concern over me! It’s Suki we need to save! She screams in her head. I’d rather die than prolong his torture further.

“No, Swords.” Luffy stares hard-eyed at Raya, almost terrifying in his assertive gaze. He moves his chin from her shoulder, looking at her face-to-face. “I’m not letting that happen.”

Raya gapes at him whilst still gasping from her pain. “I-I didn’t say anything, Luffy.”

He cocks his head at her. “But I heard your voice?”

Gods, he needs treatment more than I do.

His eyes flash up and grins in response. “See? That’s definitely you!”

“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Zoro mutters, glaring between the swordsmith and his captain.

“You didn’t hear her?” Luffy frowns at him.

“Never mind that,” Raya forces out through clenched teeth, the pain hitting the very marrow of her bones. Another set of metallic teeth jut out from her arms, growing out like ruthless talons. “My old man is my top priority. Not my fucking arms. I swear to you, I’ll refuse any sort of medical treatment if I have to prove my point.”

Zoro scoffs out loud, almost letting his fury show through his calm composure.

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening,” he spits out, his jaw grinding together so hard Chopper begins to worry for his teeth.

Raya glares up at him, betrayal consuming her whole. If he’s so haunted by his own actions, then why’s he butting in?

“I thought we had an understanding, Roronoa,” she gasps out.

“No.” His nostrils flare, his face almost seeming drunk with anger. “Not at your expense, Tenguyama.”

Raya's breath hitches in her throat, a mix of pain and frustration swirling within her as she locks eyes with Zoro.

Zoro's expression hardens; he squares his shoulders, refusing to back down.

“Is this really what you think Suki wants? You, to needlessly die, for his sake?" he growls. “You wouldn’t be saving his life, no. You’d doom him to live a life as a broken man.”

Beat.

And Raya screams out in pure, uncontrolled fury, swiping her palms away from both doctors. She screams out so furiously, the tears that spill from her eyes are thick with fire.

She bellows into the air, so fiercely, so wildly, that the winds around her grow in such tumultuous speeds, swirling out so heavily around everyone, that Luffy’s hat almost disappears into its swallowing mouth.

“Who are you, to tell me that?” she yells out loud. And almost majestically, her feet raise from the sand.

Her eyes glow with whites and oranges as she floats within her own tempest. “You are insufferable.”

“Get down! Right now!” Law bellows at everyone, pulling himself and Bepo down to the sand. “She’s possessed!”

“Raya!” Nami screams as she scrambles for her hovering body, but before she gets anywhere near Raya, Luffy roughly tugs at her away in his arms.

“What the fuck?” Usopp screams, slamming his body to the ground with Chopper underneath his harm.

Raya does not know where she or who she is. She is simply elemental. She is both human and non-human.

And, as she rises higher and higher into the sky, her eyes blazing in a distant trance, the blood in drains from her faster and faster. She howls like the winds amongst her, cries like the way her own metal stabs at her, and all the same, she is confined to a frail human body that offers many limitations and very little freedom.

One of the limitations being blood.

Raya then collapses to the floor, no pupils found in the midst of the whiteness of her eyes.

Beat.

Zoro gathers her up in his arms, the metal from her body burrowing deeply into his own skin. He freezes in his spot for a second, allowing the metal to sink its teeth all the way into his body, allowing Raya’s complete pain to transfer into him.

And with no reaction – with no expression on his stern face, and no sound made from his clamped down mouth, he slowly moves, the shrapnels of her steel now lodged deeply in his own bloodstream.

And without even a look to the others, he walks back to the ship, with the thorned girl laying stricken in his bleeding arms.

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Five

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

writer's notes: hi guys! i know, super late post. i've been super busy with things so it's been hard to juggle everything right now! but i'm still here - very much alive and still writing. i hope you enjoy this next chapter :p as always, would love to read your comments on this one!

Chapter Thirty-Five: A Surly Monster

A pair of long, large obsidian nails curve around the ship with an ear-shattering creak. Impatiently, the dragon snarls out, its dark wings tensely billowing outwards like a sparkling parachute, increasingly building its strong momentum to lift off.

Law stumbles out of the boys' quarters—if you can even call it that anymore, what with the Hearts pirates having to bunk beds with the Strawhats in an incredibly undersized room—his bare feet slapping against the wooden deck in alarm.

"What," he seethes, whilst the little nightcap on the top of his head trembles against the dragon's slapping wind, "the fuck have you gotten into now!?"

Zoro turns, eyebrow raised, and when his eyes land on the Surgeon of Death donning a dress robe that billows out dramatically in front of him—and not to mention that ridiculous little hat—he instantly shouts out in laughter.

Law's piercing eyes slink onto the swordsman. "You got something to say, asshole?"

Zoro keeps barking out like an animal out of control, which makes Raya snap her head around and gape at him as if she's never met this man before. Zoro shakes his head, a tear glistening in his eye. "Nice outfit, princess."

Law's face burns, his jaw tensing into a boulder of stone. "I'm going to kill you, you piece of—"

In a startling and teetering tilt to the ship, the dragon bellows out thunderously, its snout producing smoke that threatens to spill into fire. It retracts its claws—only one remaining hooked on the side of the Sunny—as its wet eyes tilt downwards to the two men who begin flailing off the ship.

Silence them, or I shall do it myself, the dragon grumbles hotly.

Raya shivers as she hears the voice in her skull again – deep, shattering and quite…. unsurprisingly, ill-tempered. She tilts her head back up at the heavy-shouldered force, and without even thinking of her own hot temper, she narrows her eyes back at him.

Quit talking through me, Raya bites out, ignoring the distant cries of the two men hanging onto the ship by a rotten, stray rope. You have no right to invade my mind like this.

The dragon bristles, blasting air from its snout. I am not your enemy, Human.

"Room!" Law forcefully cries out, his inked fingers stretching out, his feet flapping against nothing but air. "Sha—"

But before Law utters that one life-saving word, his hand, with no doing of his own, slams right into his face.

Control their tempers, the dragon repeats, his large eyeballs gleaming at Law, or I'll do more than place his hand in his mouth.

"Ugh, fuck!" Raya hisses, her knuckles turning white over the wooden railing. "Fine! Just hold the ship up properly!"

The dragon huffs out a cloud of smoke in response to Raya's demand, but it complies, adjusting its grip on the ship to stabilise it. Law and Zoro, now dangling precariously from the rope, exchange glares before scrambling back onto the deck.

Raya clenches her fists, still seething with frustration at the intrusion into her mind. "You better keep your end of the bargain," she warns the dragon, her voice laced with venom.

Deal with your companions, and I shall refrain from further interference.

With a heavy sigh, Raya turns her attention to Law and Zoro; standing sheepishly on the deck, they try to regain their composure through manly coughs and throat clearing.

Raya raises a finger at them. "You two," she begins, her voice tight with irritation, "need to get your shit together. I'm in the middle of figuring out what these bloody beasts want with me, and you're both itching for a stupid fight."

Law bristles and takes an accusatory step forward. "But he's the one who started—"

"Boohoo, now go kiss and make up," Raya snaps. She sighs and takes a moment to compose herself, softly leaning her hips against the wooden rail. "Look, these dragons have some sort of business with me. The only reason you guys are here right now with me - and not stranded in Gods knows where - is because— Oh, for fuck's sake, Roronoa, put your swords away."

"We're heading to their den, aren't we?" Zoro mutters. "We gotta be prepared."

"If you don't slide those swords back into their pretty little sheathes, I will eviscerate them again," Raya calmly says, narrowing her eyes. "And this time, Roronoa, I won't fix them."

Silence.

Law silently gives Zoro a curious side-eye, waiting with Raya for his next move.

The shink! of steel brushing against leather slides in slow, reluctant, movements, following with a tight snap, as the swords burrow themselves securely into their respective homes.

Raya smirks, sarcastically pouting back at Zoro's grumpy frown. "Good talk."

She looks over to the portholes behind Zoro and Law, realising that Nami, Usopp and Bepo's bewildered faces are staring out from the safety of their sleeping quarters. Raya sighs, stretching her fingers out by her sides. "Alright, let's go and fill the others in."

☆

"THIS IS SOOOOOO COOOOL!" Luffy yells, his voice echoing off into the depths of the cavern.

"Shut up, Luffy! Don't wake them up," Usopp quickly hisses as his legs shakingly clamber down the ship's ladder.

"But they're already awake?" Bepo mentions, staring wide-eyed at a colossal dragon that flies past their eyes.

"Shut up," Usopp panickily repeats, slamming his eyes shut as he feels the heavy breath of the dragon hit his face. "You're lying. You're lying. I can't see anything."

"I mean, I guess I won't be needing a lighter anymore." Sanji grins, reaching his cigarette out to a random sprout of fire that dances across the surface of a rock. "It's not too bad, Usopp. You could be the Strawhat's dessert, if you wanted to," he taunts with an evil grin plastered on his face.

Usopp pales. “Des… Dessert?”

"Hold on..." Brook looks around, his jaw dropping. "Where did Luffy go?"

"Don't worry," Robin smiles, waving her hand. "Franky's babysitting."

"This…This is incredible," Raya dazedly mutters to herself, entranced by the vast expanse of rock and fire.

The cavern is enormous – fit to house five hundred dragons, to be exact. It's so big that Raya can see a few dragons soar through as little specks of shimmering colour.

As Raya steps into the stomach-dropping view, her senses are immediately overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of its grandeur. The cavern stretches before her like the yawning mouth of some ancient titan, its walls jagged and imposing, veined with veins of glimmering minerals that catch the flickering light from the fiery pits below.

Above, the ceiling disappears into darkness, lost to the depths of the earth, while below, the floor is a chaotic mosaic of molten rock and glowing embers, casting an eerie orange glow that dances across the cavern walls. The air is thick with the acrid scent of sulphur, punctuated by the occasional roar of a passing dragon and the crackling of flames.

Clusters of stalactites hang like icicles from the ceiling, their tips glistening with droplets of molten rock that drip into the fiery chasms below. Columns of stone rise up from the depths, their surfaces scarred and pitted from centuries of exposure to the elements.

But what truly captures Raya's attention are the dragons themselves. Massive beasts of every size and colour, their scales gleaming like jewels in the dim light, their wings spanning the length of several ships as they soar effortlessly through the cavern. Some lounge lazily on rocky outcrops, their eyes gleaming with a predatory intelligence, while others dart through the air with lightning speed, their forms blurred by the heat haze rising from the molten rock below.

Human, the familiar voice rumbles out, spinning Raya's head back into reality. Look at me, Human.

Suddenly, the colossal obsidian dragon reappears again, making Chopper and Brook screech out in surprise. It hovers in front of Raya with a slightly tilted head, almost as if he's offering some sort of respect. His wet eyes lock onto hers, his wings flapping in rhythmic movements, and silence fills Raya's ears as if a melody is playing that she is forbidden to listen to.

Raya holds her breath, feeling the warmth of his snout blow her hair backwards. She doesn't respond to his telepathic intrusion; she only stares.

The black dragon breathes out again, an odd similarity to a tired, human sigh.

Get on my back, he says. We have much to discuss.

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Thirty-Three

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Sharp Metal, Be Damned

Zoro doesn’t know why he does it. Perhaps it comes from the pain that he had felt, from Raya’s thorned arms plunging into his, merging into an infinite circle of torture. Maybe it’s not that, but the way she’s moaning out in her sleep, blood and tears melding together on her face as the very definition of torture.

He watches her tremble in her unconscious state, her body spreading over his legs in cocooned fear. And he knows – he knows that if she were awake right now, he would not have this chance of watching her breaking apart so easily, so transparently.

He does not know, though, whether what he’s doing is right.

In a twisted way, he’s feeling touched.

He feels touched, to finally see her, the her that bears no façade – the her that can laugh purely and cry deeply and feel fear unapologetically.

But at the same time, he feels incredibly uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, knowing that if Raya was awake right now, he would not have been allowed to see this side of her so easily. She wouldn’t have been laying in his arms, shrapnel studding through his own scarred skin, and she definitely wouldn’t look as vulnerable as she’s looking now.

Would he want to be seen like this, unconscious - trembling and bleeding, moaning and crying, in front of the person he hates the most? The thought of it makes his stomach turn.

He silently looks down at her, lips pursed in thought, his hands slowly inching away from hers.

Zoro doesn’t know what to do. Whether to put her in the medic cabin alone, to battle with her own deep-seated issues, or… he should keep her in his arms, lying on the empty deck, and witness something that almost.... feels forbidden to his eyes.

Raya moves around, one of her hands gripping his arm, the other laying flatly on his chest.

And instantly, complete and utter pain sears through his own body. Without warning, the metal plunges in and cuts Zoro with such callous ferocity that it makes him take in a deep, hissing breath. Blood trickles out from beneath his shirt and on his arms from where her fingers touch.

He looks down, staring at her glimmering fingers. Her fingers, that look so innocent, so unaware of the pain they’re inflicting, that for some reason, it makes Zoro want to steel his resolve even more and block out the torturous throbs that they give.

Really, Zoro doesn’t know why he does it. He was meant to pick her up, carry her to the ship, and set her to rest—all away from the overwhelming herd of panic.

In one way or another, Zoro went off track. Suppose he could blame it on his lack of coordination skills, even if it isn’t true. Even if that’s the furthest from what really happened.

He slowly untangles an arm around her, and without thought, he places a hand over her prickly palm, softly disconnecting it from his chest.

He raises her hand to his lips with calm movements, uncaring of whether her talons stab through his cupped palm.

Raya moans out loud, but to Zoro’s surprise, she uses words this time. His warm breath bated, his lips pause a few millimetres away from her jagged skin.

“I… ’m sorry…” she mumbles.

And that was it. That was the trigger.

Zoro softly lays his lips on her fingers, kissing them – sharp metal, be damned – prolonging the moment as much as he can.

He lays another closed-mouth kiss against her fingers, softly brushing his lips over the coolness of her metallic arsenal.

“I know,” he whispers.

Her hand trembles in his grasp, the sharp edges of the metal digging into his skin, but Zoro doesn’t flinch. Instead, he continues to press soft kisses against her hand, his touch gentle and soothing.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again, her voice barely above a breath, her closed eyes brimming with tears.

Zoro’s lips curve into a small, understanding smile as he gently lowers her hand back to the deck. His touch lingers for a moment longer before he pulls away. “I know,” he repeats softly, his voice filled with a warmth that surprises even him.

So much to be said - and some other things not.

At this moment, in one of those rare junctures in his life, Zoro truly feels afraid. She makes him feel afraid. Maybe a little angry, too, because never has he met someone as frustrating, as insufferable, as haughty as the likes of her – well, if you don’t count the shitty cook.

What’s more frustrating, though, is that this type of anger feels different to the one that’s reserved for Sanji. It feels more personal, more terrifying, more… fragile.

Zoro doesn’t deal well with fragility.

He stares down at her, sighing in reluctance. She’s got to go. To rest and get treated, and all that.

He looks at his own gaping wounds, the blood that still seeps out of him. He feels light-headed, odd discoloured spots coming into his own vision, but still, he pushes the pain into the back of his head and lunges into a stand with Raya in his arms.

Zoro’s boots creak heavily against the planks, his legs moving sluggishly towards Chopper’s workroom, making sure that at least Raya can rest properly.

Damn this woman. She may be fucking awful to be around, but he’d rather go see her snarling at him than see her buried deep in the ground. He doesn’t want to hear it again - those finalised, definite words confirming a person’s death. Similar to those awful, goddamned words he carries with himself to this day.

“Kuina is dead. She fell down the stairs.”

He gently lays her there against the white sheets. His breath is ragged as he watches her, the waves lapping silently around the curtails of the ship.

Then, all of a sudden, his knees hit the floor.

Is it the loss of blood that makes him fall so suddenly? Honestly, he doesn’t care - because, at this moment, he’s making sure she’s not going anywhere.

Moonlight filters in through the window, splitting into multiple rays as it lays softly against the brown colour of her hair and the honey-coloured skin of her fingers. He reaches for her wounded palm again, inching closer to taste the sensation of her fingertips against his.

“’M sorry,” she slurs out again.

“Me too,” he simply replies.

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zoro x gf!reader

he says hurtful things to her that affects her and realizes after ! lowercase intended !

everything has been wrong lately. from the way you did things to the way situations played out. you tried to redeem yourself by helping others, but only made things worst.

you burnt the cookies sanji told you to watch. you let the clothes get wet when nami instructed you on how to dry them. You almost set chopper’s doctor station on fire.

you decided to do little helpful tasks at night when everyone was asleep, so they couldn’t see any potential failures. while doing so you found a certain green-headed boyfriend polishing his swordsman skills.

You sneak up to him, “hey babe, do you need help with anything?” he jumped at your sudden appearance

“dont sneak up on people like that y/n” he hissed, trying to cover his surprised reaction. “what are you even doing awake at this time?!”

“i asked you a question moss-head. oh oh! should i help you clean your swords??” you carelessly took one of them from his hands.

he snatched his sword back as fast as you took it. he sighed realizing the only way to get you to leave him alone to train is to give you a task. “there is something you could do.. i need a haircut”

you raised an eyebrow, “a hair cut? in the middle of the night?”

he rolled his eyes “you clearly dont want to help with anything then.” you profusely shook your head. “its just weird to give someone a haircut in the middle of the night..” he shrugged while sitting down crossed armed. he questions your hair cutting skills, but you quickly dismisses his thoughts with reassurance.

you sneaked through sanji’s kitchen to find a dull pair of scissors. you grabbed them without second thought, with excitement surging through your body. only one thought repeated in your head: “will this be the first time i can be helpful..?”

you made your way back to your boyfriend and started trimming his hair. he noticed how tense you were acting. he took note of your shaking hands especially. while moving his head away from you he questioned again, “are you sure you know how to do this? i dont want you messing up my hair like you mess everything up aho”

you were taken a back by his playful like comment, but quickly recovered “stop worrying so much and let me do what i need to do.” zoro struggled off the feeling, and let you do your job. you sighed as you snipped off frail green strands while thinking of his comments. you left him alone once you were finished with your task to make your way back to bed.

the next morning you were woken up with loud bangs in the girls door. you yawn and got up to see nami and robin had already began their day. you opened the door to an enraged and uneven haired zoro. he shot fired shouts, “you said you knew how to cut hair!! now im all lopsided!”

you could hear ussop and luffy bickering in the background about zoro’s hair, while the euro-cook yelled threats at zoro to back away from you. you rubbed the grogginess out your eyes, “i do know how to do it, its just a hair cu-“

you could practically feel the anger seething out of him, “who messes up a hair cut?! its not hard to mess it up! seriously, do you not know anything?!” it was unlike zoro to be so mad over something so small.

he sighed angrily and walked away to nap away his anger. you looked down as the proudness for the haircut faded away. you climbed back into your bed, and stayed hidden in there for the rest of the day. eventually your heard a knock on the door followed by zoro’s voice,

“open the door y/n..” afraid of what might happened if you didnt comply you opened it with your head down. he looked at the depressed state you were in.

you felt tense at his presence. you were so busy preparing yourself for his yelling that you didnt notice the tears racing down your cheeks. zoro looked confused at your reaction, “are you crying?” he question while cupping your cheeks to make you look up at him.

“n-no.. im just really tired..” you replied with a cracked voice. you pulled away from him, and tried to return the door to it closed state to border you from zoro. he stopped his foot in the door crack to stop it from closing, and forced his way in.

loxking the door behind him he threw a million more questions at you. having had enough you let your emotions run wild, “i try so hard to so things right but something wrong always happens!!” you breakdown immediately.

your beloved boyfriend pulled you into his tight embrace, which barely gave you enough space to breath. he let you cry until you couldn’t anymore. you let yourself be supported by his muscular body while he brushed back hair from your face

“im so sorry zoro..” was the only thing you could manage to get out. he shook his head “you’re so dumb sometimes.. getting so worked up over dumb things..” he replied. you looked up at him with teary eyes, “will i be useless forever..?”

he furrowed his brows at your comment, “why would you be useless?” he quickly realized what was making you feel this way, “was it cause i was mad earlier?”

remembering his paining words your eyes stung with tears again. he wiped them, and pulled you into a deep kiss to calm your emotions. you sniffled against him and gripped his shirt. he barely pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. he smiled reassuringly, “everyone makes mistakes y/n, so its okay to make them.. youre human not god”

“but i know everyone gets mad at me! then they pretend its okay! i cant do simple things, i cant help bake cookies, i cant dry clothes, i cant clean up medicine, and i cant even cut ha-!”

zoro cut you off from rambling on, “you don’t need to be good at those things, theres a million other things you’re great at”

he notices you still not believing his statement, so he adds on, “you’re great at making me listen to you, youre really wonderful at helping sanji prepare my bento boxes, you always come to cuddle when i take a nap, and so much more baby..”

you shook your head, “but none of that matters..”he picked you up without struggle and sat with you in your pile of blankets “what’re you d-doing?” you question, but he simply rubs your hip while naming everything beneficial you’re able to do for the crew, and especially for him.

“do you understand why you’re important to us, and why we need you?” he asks, and all you could do without crying again is to nod. then, like light work, he floods you with apologizes and slight pecks for his previous actions. you laughed lightheartedly, which brings comfort to him and makes him smile.

as he hands you the plate of food sanji left by your pile of blankets earlier, “you need to be less concerned with doing good for others and more concerned with doing good for yourself. you havent eaten all day aho” he tsk’d playfully which turned your lips upward.

“i’ll keep that in mind darling.. but im still not forgiving you for making me feel like shit you asshole” he rolled his eyes and fired back “and im still not gonna forgive for messing up my hair, asshole” you giggles at his reply and fed your hungry swordsman while you ate aswell.

you both spent the rest of the day cooped up in the girls dorm. which angered nami. it also sparked a small argument between her and zoro. at night you both escaped to the decks where you helped him fix his uneven moss-colored hair.

to end the eventful night you both laid together under the brilliant starry night. he stole many kisses from you while you were distracted with naming the constellations you saw. he eventually fell asleep with you playing with his now even hair. he mumbles the list of things he mentioned you were good at again in his sleep. you couldnt help but smile at his murmurs about his sweet girlfriend💚

hai everyone i hope u all enjoyed the little drabble fic~ definitely leave me some critiques or advice! this is the first fic that ive written to be published :))

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