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CYANIDE // ch. 1

☆ summary: after recovering from mortal wounds a month ago, you were out to party with the crew on a new island tonight. everyone was excited, especially zoro. he had an unexpected gift for you... but the outcome might not be as good as he had it in mind.

☆ pairing: roronoa zoro x f!reader

☆ author's note: that's my first time writing anything ever. please be kind. 🌷 i'd like to thank @cyancherub from the bottom of my heart for beta reading this even though she was so busy. you're really an angel. 🙏🏽 this fic was getting too big so i decided to cut in chapters, maybe two or three! it might take a while to publish the second so keep in touch for updates. banner credit: jijiooe on twitter.

☆ cw: fingering, dry humping, exhibitionism.

☆ wc: 7.6k

You felt his gaze on your skin before you could even see his face.

The music was blasting through the harbor and people were shouting, dancing, and singing along in the streets. On your left, a crowd of drunk pirates was making a fuss over sea tales and old victories, competing with themselves about who was the greatest of all. On your right, a fight was escalating inside the bar. You could hear Nami screaming something at Luffy, and Luffy's laughter echoing in the room. You were outside, dancing in Sanji's arms, feeling his hands travel along your back and rest on your hips. He was chatting with you, but you weren’t paying attention. Somewhere a glass bottle crashed on the ground, and a chair was thrown, and the air was filled with the scent of salt, smoke, and burnt meat.

Everything was a mess and yet, among all this chaos, you could feel his stare on your back, following your moves. You froze. You felt butterflies on your stomach, the anticipation eating you alive. You hardened your grip on Sanji's arm, wanting to get out of there.

"Sanji, I—"

"It's my turn now", you heard Zoro's voice coming from behind you. You jumped a little, astonished. So fast— was he there all along?

"No way! Y/N and I are having a good time, get lost." Sanji pulled you closer to his chest, waving a hand in Zoro's face.

"You've been dancing the whole night already. Let her go."

"You were watching us? And they call me a pervert." Your back was still turned to him, but you could sense Zoro's anger emerging anyway.

"As if you weren’t putting your dirty hands on her body just a moment ago!" The mention of the act made your face heat up. Sanji was indeed taking advantage of the dance to touch you. You knew that, but you didn't care. It was a nice feeling to be desired after the latest events…

One month ago there was a battle with some pirates on the last island. The Navy got involved and things escalated fast. The whole crew was injured, but no one more than you. You had received a fatal blow on your stomach that left an ugly scar on the lower-left corner of your belly, just above your groin. Chopper had to treat you right there on the ground, and you had a fever for a week. The pain was so excruciating the first few days that at some point you asked God to please, please let you die. But Chopper wasn't going to give up on you so easily, taking care of your wounds day and night until your fever cooled down, knowing that the infection was gone.

After that week you felt better enough to sit, and the whole crew pampered you with all the love and affection someone could ever ask for. Sanji made sure you had the most delicious, creative, and nutritious soups to eat since you couldn't handle solid foods at the time, and baked your favorite desserts too; Luffy and Usopp brightened your days with jokes and stupid stories that made you laugh so hard it opened your wounds, forcing Chopper to yell at them to leave; Nami and Robin brought "girl's time" to you, taking care of your hair, skin, and nails, updating you on the latest events on board, future plans, and overall spending long nights talking about life. And Zoro, well… Zoro, he—

"We're dancing, you shitty swordsman, we're supposed to touch each other!" Sanji growled back, visibly flustered to have his actions be known.

"It's not that type of dance, you perverted cook."

"Guys, enough! Stop, please!" you yelled. They both looked at you at the same time; at some point in their fight, they forgot you were there. Now their attention was on you, and you couldn't help but feel flustered as well. "Sanji… it's okay, we really did dance a lot tonight. Let him have this one and I'll get back to you later, is that alright?"

"Hmm, sure Y/N, but—"

"You heard her." Zoro pulled you out of Sanji's arms, your back smashing on his chest and his toned arm circling your belly possessively. You could feel his warmth enveloping you, the butterflies on your stomach flying all over again. "Get lost."

Sanji looked at him as if looks could kill. "'Aight, see you later, Y/N" he said, plucking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with a match, already heading over the bar to meet Nami, Luffy, and wherever the others were.

Now you two were left alone, or as alone as it could be at a crowded street party, but neither of you dared to speak first.

You were staring at the ground; Zoro's arm still gripped your belly tightly. Slowly, you felt his fingers caressing your skin gently and his chest squeezing your back. His aroma caught your nose, a mixture of aquatic fragrance, soap, and alcohol, leaving you in a bewitched state you already knew you'd be a hostage of. You could sense his face getting closer to your neck, his warm breath touching your skin as if he was trying to kiss it, giving you goosebumps all over. Your heart was racing like crazy as you felt his lips brush slowly on your ear. You closed your eyes, trying to filter all this information... and suddenly, as if time had stopped for a moment, you weren't able to hear the music anymore, or the crowd, the drunk pirates, the crashing glass bottles, and flying chairs. There was no fight at the bar, no shouts, no laughter.

There were only the two of you in the world, and the sound of your hearts beating like a drum.

You opened up your eyes. That's enough, you thought.

Letting go of his grip, you stepped forward and faced him for the first time that night. He looked astonished at you, forced out of the trance you were both in just a second ago. His cheeks were slightly pink now, either from his actions or the booze, or both. Well, you'd never know for sure.

Finally, his eyes locked on yours. "What do you want, Zoro?"

"I told you already, I wanna dance with—"

"You can't dance!"

"Of course I can! I just don't"

"Since when? I don't remember you dancing at all those years we've been together on the ship."

You tried to recall a memory, a celebration, a special date, anything the crew did that usually made them party but nothing came to mind. Even when docking on a new harbor, like today, Zoro usually stayed at the bar drinking with friends and eating while the party went on for hours outside. It was his way of celebrating and there was nothing wrong with that, but… could he really dance? Zoro? He was always so serious all the time. The thought of him shaking his body frenetically on the dancefloor could make you laugh right then if your heart wasn't beating so fast at his strong gaze in your eyes.

"Well, maybe I should show you then," he smirked, stepping closer to you. You looked up; he was towering over you now, his shadow enveloping your whole body. He was so tall… "Can I?" he touched your hips gently, waiting for your answer.

"I..." you started. His gaze was intense, you were losing yourself in his dark pupils once again. You looked away. "Okay. Go ahead".

He proceeded to put one hand on your back and push you closer to him with the other, ending the distance between you two. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at his face - but for what? He was looking down at you again, this time his gaze going from your eyes to your lips to your chest, and up to your eyes again. He couldn't help himself and you knew that. He always felt a bit lost when he interacted with you.

The song changed, now playing a slow ballad about a sailor falling in love with a mermaid. So cliché, but god, what a way to set the mood... Maybe it was because of the time - it was approaching one in the morning - or the fact that most people were so drunk they couldn’t care less about the music. Only a few couples were dancing together on the street. Then he started moving — to the right, to the left, bringing your body with him, his hips guiding yours to the sides, slowly, pushing you even closer to his chest, tightening his hold on your back, always keeping eye contact with you. You gasped. It was so hard to breathe when he was this close.

"You're looking beautiful tonight, Y/N," he said, breaking the silence.

You smiled — you knew that very well.

This was the first time you left the ship after your injuries were healed, so you wanted to look extra nice to make up for the time you were in bed. You asked Nami to help you change and she let you borrow some of her clothes, which is precisely why so many people were turning their heads to see you when you passed by them.

You were wearing comfortable small beige heels, a tight beige mini skirt with a high waist that covered up to your belly button, hiding your recent scar, and a burgundy big v-neck crop top that tied with a knot at the front. Your cleavage displayed a beautiful view of your chest, with a gold body necklace falling between your breasts and circling your belly to your back.

Your earrings were also made of gold, two small delicate hoops, and just one hour ago Robin had put a red hibiscus flower in your hair, right above your right ear. You looked stunning tonight and Zoro couldn't really blame Sanji for trying to slide his hands all over you as he, too, wanted to do the same.

"Thanks. You too, Zoro," you replied.

He always did, although tonight he was a bit more feisty. He wore a red, white, and green flowery buttoned shirt with short sleeves squeezing his biceps, some of the buttons open giving you the best view of his toned abs, the scar on his chest glistening when he moved against the street lights, along with beige khaki pants and sandals. His green hair was messy from the long night and he wore his usual golden piercings. We're kinda matching, you thought.

You smiled at him, he smiled back.

"How are you feeling? After everything, I mean..." He kept guiding your body to the sides, slowly, his calloused hand on your back making you shiver, so big and warm on your skin.

"Better. It hurts a little sometimes, especially on cold days, and Chopper still won't let me drink, but at least I can do things by myself now. Like, I can shower, change my clothes, walk… Look, I'm even dancing!" you exclaimed, laughing along. "By the way, it's true, you can dance! Who would've thought."

"What, you didn't think I could?" he raised his brows, a small smirk on his lips.

"Well, you're always so serious. I didn't think you liked to."

"I don't."

"Oh. Why did you ask me then?"

The smirk on Zoro's face disappeared for a moment and his eyes lingered on your lips. You could feel your face heating up again. You knew why.

"It's been a while since we talked. I wanted to check up on you." One of his hands removed a strand of hair from your face, the touch giving you goosebumps. You tried to laugh it off.

"As you can see, I'm fine! Besides, it's not like we don't live on the same ship anyway, you can talk to me anytime, man."

He kept looking at you and you kept smiling, hoping this would relieve the tension between you two. He smiled back eventually and you relaxed your muscles.

"I know," he replied. You could see a sparkle in his eyes, shining down at you. He was so beautiful you were losing your pace, tripping on his feet. "Hey, careful there. If you fall and hurt again, Chopper will come for my ass.” You both laughed at the thought — Chopper would be pissed for sure, after everything he did to patch your wounds.

The music changed to a happy upbeat tune, someone shouted in joy and people started gathering on the street again as if the melody had woken up the crowd. You looked around to spot your friends: Nami and Robin were chatting at the bar with two men, probably buying them drinks in hopes of a hook-up; oh, the poor things... you felt sorry for them. Luffy was arm-wrestling with strangers on the other side of the bar, Chopper and Usopp joined the drunk pirates on their tales of victories, and Sanji was nowhere to be seen. Knowing him, he was probably chatting, dancing, or perhaps "getting lucky" with another girl tonight.

Seemed like everyone was having a good time, so maybe you should let yourself enjoy the moment too.

You turned to Zoro, excited. "Okay samurai, you proved that you can dance a slow song but can you keep up with me now?" You let go of his arms and took a few steps back, jamming with the song.

"What did you just call me?" he laughed, watching your moves.

"Oh, sheesh!" Your hips moved from side to side with the music while your hands were pushing your hair up lazily, the body necklace on your belly bouncing with the sudden movements, shining when the streetlights reflected on it. "C'mon Zoro! Are you chickening out?" you looked deep into his eyes, challenging him.

Zoro was speechless. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, the movements so captivating he felt like the damn sailor of the last song, being seduced by a mermaid. He could sense his face heating up, hoping to not appear as nervous as he was feeling inside. "Never! And how many times do I need to tell you that I can dance?"

You approached him slowly, your hands touching his chest, your face close to his. "Just one more, samurai."

Your eyes met each other. He bit his lips. You smiled.

"Alright, come!" You pulled his shirt, bringing you both to a less crowded space.

Letting go of him, you started dancing again — hips rolling side to side, hair flowing, feet moving fast, your body necklace doing the thing that drove him crazy. Zoro couldn't take his eyes off you and even though this made you fluster, it also boosted your self-esteem.

It's been a long time since you danced like this, and after that last battle left you injured in bed for a month, you were feeling so down lately, especially looking at your new scar. It was ugly: the gunpowder burned deep into your skin, leaving a 10 cm (4 in) long big dark spot and abnormal texture with a thread of mini little scars, the image resembling a centipede — a result of Chopper's first aid patching.

You knew you should be grateful just to be alive, and of course you were, yet you couldn't help but feel sad looking at yourself in the mirror. It's not like you were the most confident woman ever before the scar, but you had your pride. Chopper said the dark stains would fade eventually with some treatment, but the texture would most likely stay the same. It wasn't the perfect scenario but you were happy anyway, and that's why having Zoro, Sanji and so many other people gazing at you in awe and desire was making you feel so powerful tonight.

You started circling his body without touching but keeping eye contact the entire time. Your hands were on your hips, making them break up and down, and up and down again. Your hair trembling with the movements, the knot on your crop top bouncing along with your breasts, a big smirk on your face. You were playing with him and he knew that.

It wasn't until you finished your little show that Zoro's right arm pulled you back to him. The sudden manhandle made you lose your breath for a moment, your mouth hanging open and your eyes staring at his in shock. Zoro chuckled at your expression but remained silent still, his hand resting on your lower back while his right leg slid between yours, locking your bodies together.

You gasped, extremely flustered, trembling at the feeling of his leg so close to your lovely spot. Oh my god!, you thought. If Zoro knew what he just did to your heart right now, he never let it show.

And just like that, he started guiding your hips to the beat of the song and you had to hold on to his body for balance. Step by step, he moved your bodies in such a perfect flow that left you speechless, his eyes still locked on yours, your faces so close together, you were sure he could feel your cheeks burning up. The leg between yours sometimes sliding in and out causing friction and driving you mad in his arms.

He gotta be doing this on purpose, there's no way— and as if he was reading your mind, Zoro's left eye winked at you, a big smile on his lips. Motherfucker. He was playing with you and you knew that now.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" he smirked.

Zoro seemed to be having a blast at your physical state. His grip was strong and he had the lead, so he knew if you wanted to outpace him you'd need to try harder.

But you were not a stranger to this game either. If he wanted to toy with you, then you should be the one pulling the strings. You smirked back. So that's how it’s gonna be, huh?

"I'm fine, doll. Just dance." He chuckled at the new nickname. Doll?, he thought. What the…

You pulled back, letting him know you were ready. At this point, the song had changed but the band kept the same upbeat pumping tune so Zoro continued the pace, this time with you adding to the table instead of just being led.

He opened his arms and whirled you around while you rolled your hips seductively, his other hand catching yours and bringing you back to him. His leg slid between yours again but now you mirrored his movements, dry humping each other's thighs at the beat of the song. You took a step back still rolling your hips and he followed, you whirled again as he caught you from behind — his chest pressing your back while his arms squeezed your body in a hug, both still shaking hips in sync, going down, down, down and then up, up, up again.

You let go of his grip and turned around to face him, you two were so close! You smiled, your right hand caressing his cheek slightly for a moment, as you proceeded to take a step back one more time to dance by yourself while he watched.

Zoro was in a trance, watching every step you took.

You did that thing where you break your hips from side to side, one hand on your hair and the other gripping the end of your mini skirt, pulling it up just a little bit but enough to drive him mad. You did a little belly dance and proceeded to roll your ass like a goddess. He wanted to let you do your thing but God, he wanted - no, he needed! - to touch you so badly. So he started approaching you slowly while dancing, his gaze locked on yours with fire in his eyes.

When he finally met you, his hand rested on your lower back again while the other snaked around your neck, gripping it and pulling down a little, just enough for you to get the clue — you let your body fall backward, your hair going down with the red hibiscus. He delighted at the sight of your body bending backward like this, the jewelry on your belly shining, your breasts going up giving him the most beautiful view of your chest, and your neck - oh God, your neck... He pushed you back to him and there you go, his leg sliding between yours for support and your hands holding his shoulders for balance. Your faces met again, nose touching nose. You both laughed.

"Oh my GOD, Zoro! Where did you learn to do that?! You're an amazing dancer, I'm speechless!" you exclaimed, still laughing.

"What? I just pulled you down—"

"Nooo, I meant the whole dance! Where did you learn it? You can't be this good if you don't like to dance! It's doesn't make sense"

Zoro kept smiling at you. You were so cute when you got excited about something.

"I don't know, I just went with the flow I guess," he said, moving the loose strands of hair from your face.

"Oh hell no, I don't believe in you! Tell me your secret, I swear I won't tell, please! Please, please, please, plea—!" you started begging like a child, doing little jumps and ruining all the work he had done to clean your face just now.

"Alright, alright, shut up! Damn you're so annoying," he said, smiling, loving every second of your little stunt.

He squatted to pick the flower that fell from your hair. "Ok, well… I usually like to stay in my lane at parties, drink, talk, eat, etc." He got up again, going back to fixing the loose strands on your face. "I'm not much of a feisty guy like Luffy or Usopp, you know that. People used to tease me a lot about this when I was younger, so I decided to shut them up for once. I... took a few dance classes with a friend and practiced by myself in the mirror..." you chuckled at the thought. "Yeah, I know... And I hated it. But it was important to me back then, so I kept practicing. One day my friends invited me to a party downtown and I danced with 5 girls or something. That's actually how I got my first kiss..." With your hair fixed, he proceeded to put the flower back in your right ear. "And that was it. I proved my point so I was done with the dance thing and got back to my swords." His hand lingered on your cheek a bit longer, caressing. You felt them burning up again.

"Wait, but you've never danced again after that?"

"Only a few times, here and there..."

"But— I’ve known you for almost two years, how come I've never seen you dancing before?!"

He chuckled at your narrowed expression. "You just did."

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief.

"You think you're such a smarty pants huh, you sly fox," you joked.

He couldn’t contain his laugh this time. "The f— What’s up with you and all those shitty nicknames today?"

You smirked. "Alright then. Now that I know you're a ballerina, I wanna do it again. Yes! Don't look at me like that, you owe me for all those years that you hid that secret from me. Besides, you were the one who insisted on dancing in the first place, so don't make me call Sanji now."

He gazed at you fondly, admiring every inch of your face. Losing himself in your smile for a moment.

"Sure, Y/N."

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On one hand, dancing was a tiring activity that aroused no interest in Zoro. He didn't enjoy it or find it fun, choosing to rather drink, train, or sleep instead. But tonight was a special night.

The crew docked in this harbor to stock for supplies, to find out it was the city's 100th birthday. It was a huge event for its citizens and the whole place was in a party mood: the streets were decorated with ribbons, flags, balloons, paper strings, streamers, swirls, etc, everything in the town's colors, including the stores, bars, and restaurants. People were singing, kissing and hugging each other, festive music was blasting everywhere, the aroma of spices and freshly baked meals in the air, children were rehearsing a play on the town square, something about the city's founder... Needless to say, the crew wanted to stay and celebrate with them. It was also your first time leaving the ship since you were injured so everyone agreed that this party came at a good time. But Zoro felt out of place.

Your accident drove him crazy, thinking you'd die even though Chopper was doing his best. He wasn't there when you took the blow so he felt guilty for not being able to protect you, even though he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He couldn’t eat or sleep right the first week, your screams of pain making his body tremble with fear. When your fever was gone and Chopper assured everybody that you were gonna be okay, he remembered thinking he never felt that much relief before in his entire life. He was smiling everywhere for any reason, and he rarely smiled. Yet, when you were recovering, everybody did something special to help you get better except him.

He wasn't sure what to do — he wasn't a cook, a doctor, a joker, or, well, a woman. He didn't know how to comfort you. And to make it worse, you two were not talking much after that last fight... Were you still mad at him? Did you think about him sometimes?

"Get a grip, man!" he said to himself once. "You're overthinking this too much. Just go there already." But when he saw you in bed all wrapped up, gloomy, looking out the window, he froze. His heart ached; you looked so sad. How was he supposed to make you feel better? Talk about swords? Training? Sanji's eyebrows, puppies, the weather?! He heard Nami and Robin coming in the corridor for your usual girls’ night and he decided to try tomorrow, but tomorrow came every day and he still didn't know what to do.

So, tonight, he had the perfect gift: dancing! You loved dancing! He was a bit rusty but he thought he might remember some moves when the time came — well, if the crew left you alone for one goddamn second and Sanji took a break from flirting with you. Matter of fact, screw Sanji, here he goes!

But he wasn't counting on how well your body fit perfectly in his arms.

And how lovely you looked with that red flower in your hair…

And how drunk he was in your perfume, and how your laugh made his heart skip a beat, and how your eyes gleamed like stars when you looked at him like that, and how he felt goosebumps when you touched his neck for support, and how that fucking jewelry on your belly was driving him insane, and how your hips should be nominated for 8th World Wonder, and how your lips were silently inviting him for a kiss, even though you didn't know that yet…

Zoro was losing composure since the first time he touched you tonight.

Maybe dancing wasn't such a great idea after all, because having you grip on him like this, letting him touch your body, feeling your pelvis on his thigh, watching you roll your hips so close to his groin, oh dear Lord, Zoro was losing his shit. He wanted you. He did. And that's why he couldn't help but to slide his hands on your hips a little lower, and push you closer to him so your breasts squished against his chest, and snake his hands from your belly to the base of your crop top so he can feel the shape of your boobs, and caress your thighs when you turned your back on him, and smell your neck when you were in his arms.

It's like every movement of his, every action, every touch was saying I miss you.

But you knew that. You were feeling his touches, he wasn't exactly being subtle. You knew what he wanted but you were trying to be reasonable. You two had been through this before, you had a deal. This wasn't supposed to be happening, you wanted - no, you needed! - to stop his advances. But, God, why wouldn't your body obey your mind? How could you stop it from trembling and shivering after his touches, how could you lock the fucking butterflies in a cage to prevent them from flying around? How could you ease your breathing and stop clinging to his leg for friction, and restrain yourself from pulling his shoulders closer to you, and not run your hands through his hair when you had the chance? How could you contain the arousal that was threatening to escape from your panties and run down your thighs right now?

Although you didn't want to admit it, it was like your body was saying I miss you too.

Things were heating up between you, and just like that, the outside world was nothing but a distant buzz, a forgotten reality. Time had stopped for you again. The music mixed with the beating of your hearts and you were both drunk on each other’s bodies. Then it happened — Zoro whirled you around and pulled you back to him, hugging you from behind. It was too fast and the catch was a bit stronger than he predicted, with your ass pressing against the hard lump in his pants. Your body was so sensitive and overwhelmed with emotions that that was all it took for the million butterflies that were once flying like a tornado inside you to escape through the only place they could, and you moaned in his ear.

He felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, and every single part of his being shivered like he was gonna break in half. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, even his voice trembled.

Zoro couldn't take this any longer.

He turned you around so he would face you. You looked like you had just run a marathon. He smirked. Yeah, me too babe.

With one of his hands gripping your lower back and the other on your face, his thumb caressed your lips. This would fuck things up between you two again, he knew that. He was trying to figure out whether or not the jump was worth the fall.

You were out of breath, staring into his eyes. They were so full of lust… I know it's good, but you need to pull yourself together. This happened before Y/N, don't fall for it again. It's gonna hurt. You're not recovered.

His eyes locked on yours.

It is, he concluded.

Stop him!, you exclaimed in your head.

"Zo—" you started, but it was too late. His lips were already on yours, softly at first, and then hungry. You trembled at the touch as if the bolt of lightning that struck his body a minute ago was now rushing through yours. Your heart was racing, you felt your knees giving out and if he wasn't holding you in place, you were sure you'd fall.

Zoro turned his head to the side and his tongue touched your lips, asking to taste you. You were hesitant at first, still trying to rationalize the situation… yet you opened your mouth still, letting him inside. You knew you shouldn't be doing this but it was getting hard to resist him. When his tongue finally met yours, your mind went blank. He tasted like rice and sake, a lovely combination you were so familiar with. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He was getting needier, desperate to finally have you.

You didn't know how or when but you started kissing him back, your hands traveling on his chest, feeling his muscles. You felt the hand that was on your back slide to your ass, rounding it and giving a hard squeeze. The sudden action made you moan involuntarily in his mouth, and you gripped his shirt as a failed attempt to hold the aching feeling between your legs.

He pulled back gently to study your face. You were gasping, trying to stabilize your breathing. Your dovey eyes meet his in such an innocent, desperate expression that Zoro felt a sting in his pants, his dick getting harder and harder in anticipation. His hand squeezed your ass once more, but this time his middle finger slid up your skirt, touching your soaked panties.

You shuddered in his arms, mortified. The fucking bastard… he touched it! He felt how wet you are, he knew now the complete mess your body was and you saw a smirk forming on his lips, as if he knew, too, what was going on inside your head.

Zoro leveled his face to yours and his mouth went to your ear, so close his lips were almost touching it. "I forgot how sensitive you were, Y/N..." he whispered, his hot breath making you dizzy. He proceeded to kiss your neck softly, leaving wet trails down the length.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel it. Feel him. You forgot how good he was. He knew all your weak spots and it wasn't long until you moaned in his ear again. As a response, he squeezed your ass roughly, grabbing more of it. His fingers were pressing on your panties, finding your hole, drenching themselves on your slick. The kisses on your neck were getting hungrier. You were losing your mind — you could feel your heartbeats pulsing between your legs, the slickness would escape and run down your thighs soon.

Suddenly, you heard a glass bottle crashing on your left that made you jump, frightened. You turned your head to see the drunk pirates screaming at each other happily, a loud, out-of-tune chant about who knows what. Zoro seemed to notice too but didn't care.

"Some people just don't know how to drink..." he laughed it off, returning to kiss your neck.

But the magic was over.

You were now noticing where you two were: in the middle of the street, grabbing each other's bodies, letting him finger you in front of so many people. In front of your crew! You looked around, trying to filter the situation, trying to spot familiar faces. Some people were indeed watching you two kiss, a few men eyeing your body up and down with smug looks on their faces; you were mortified, wanting to hide from their disgusting gaze. You couldn't find Luffy, Robin, Usopp, Chopper, and Sanji, but Nami…

Your eyes locked with hers.

She was still at the bar, watching you two with a shocked face. Speechless.

Oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god…!! You felt your heart skip a beat. How long was she standing there? How much did she see? You turned to Zoro immediately, tapping his chest furiously.

"Zoro! Zoro, stop! Stop!" you begged. He looked at you with concern on his face, trying to figure out what the hell did he do wrong this time.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" he searched for swollen marks or scratches on your neck. He was trying to be gentle, but he was thinking with his dick the whole time so he wasn't entirely sure.

"No! It's not that, but… what are you doing? We're in the middle of the streets, people can see us!"

"Oh..." he grinned. "And? You seemed to like it a lot.” You felt your face burning up at his words.

"No, I didn’t!", you lied. "And Nami saw us! She's over there, Zoro, oh my God…!" you pointed in the direction where Nami was standing with your eyes, but you couldn't make yourself look at her again so you bit your lips and buried your face in Zoro's chest in embarrassment.

Zoro looked at where you pointed, finding Nami sitting at the bar with a drink in her hands and a very pleased smile on her face. She raised the glass at him. Zoro rolled his eyes. "Y/N…" he started, taking you by your shoulders and pulling you gently off of his chest. "I… I don't care about this anymore..."

You faced him. "B-but—! Still! Zoro, we talked about this a million times! We had a deal, we're done! Why did you kiss me?"

His face twisted in a frown. Zoro opened his mouth to say something, probably an excuse, but he couldn’t think of anything that justified his actions. Nothing but the truth.

"How could I not, Y/N?"

"Zoro!"

"I can't stop thinking about you ever since that fight…" he let go of your shoulders, his hands now enveloping your cheeks tenderly.

"No—! Stop, let's not do this again. I am so done with this conversation—!"

"I'm serious. It's been hell not being able to talk to you these last few months, and then you were almost killed! I thought you were gonna die. I thought I had lost you…" he leans his head close to yours, trying to reach your lips.

"Zoro, please..." you whisper.

"...it's been too long already, Y/N. I missed you. And I think you missed me too..." he says, lips brushing with yours.

"You're hurting me..." you whisper back against his lips.

He stops. Your voice was trembling as if you were about to cry. He pulled back a little to watch your expression.

"Can't you see? This is so confusing!" there were tears forming on the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall. "I can't do this anymore… You're hurting me…" you grab his hands softly, looking deep into his dark eyes. "Please let me go."

Zoro kept staring at you. He had no reaction, and for a moment you doubted if he had even heard what you said. But he did, he heard you loud and clear. What he didn't have, however, was a response.

After what felt like forever, you removed his hands from your face and whispered I'm sorry, leaving him where he stood in his petrified state and headed in Nami's direction. She looked confused at you two, not understanding a single bit about what had just happened.

As you were walking away, you thought you heard him calling your name but the music was so loud you weren't sure.

You approached Nami, trying to not appear as flustered as you were inside.

"Where's everyone?" you asked, sniffing.

Nami looked at you with suspicion. "Usopp and Chopper took Luffy back to the ship, he fell asleep after all that food. Robin went to the bathroom and Sanji was talking to some girls over there but he's gone for like one hour or something, I don't know"

"I see." You glanced back. Zoro was coming towards you two. You feel your heart racing again; you wanted to run, escape his grip. "Well, I'm heading back. I'm tired. You coming?"

"I'll wait for Robin."

"Okay then. See you later." You didn't wait for her answer, going straight to ship.

Not long after you had gone, Zoro passed Nami, also heading to the ship after you. But she grabbed his hand, stopping him from taking one step further.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"That's none of your business," he barked back, already losing his patience.

"You're right, it's not. And I don't know what's going on between you two but she's clearly upset. Maybe you should let things cool down first before you do something stupid that you'll regret later."

"Why do you care?!" He let go of her hold, his face twisted in anger.

"Because she's my friend! And you too, you idiot!" Nami yelled, making Zoro freeze in place. She always knew how to shut everyone up when she wanted, most of the time being the only functioning brain cell of the crew. Zoro would never say it out loud, but sometimes she scared the hell out of him...

Nami sighed.

"Look… let me talk to her, okay? She'll open up to me, maybe I can help."

"How can you be so sure about that?" Zoro was calmer now, looking at her with a worried expression. He didn't know what to do, it was true. He didn't have a plan. Yet he couldn't let you go away like this — not until he said some things first.

"Uhh… because I'm a woman? Talking about men's stupidity is our favorite hobby," she joked. Zoro rolled his eyes in disappointment. Nami sighed again; he was so boring. What the hell did you see in him? "She's probably stressed out by this whole situation. And the way she reacted when I caught you two kissing made me think that maybe this was a secret and it's going on for quite some time. Am I right or…?"

He hesitated to answer at first but decided to shake his head.

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does! You want my help or not?"

It mattered indeed, but what Nami really wanted was to know the juicy details. She liked some gossip every now and then.

"I guess… maybe 7, 8 months. But it wasn't steady. We… separated a few times."

"Wow."

"What?" he barked.

"Nothing. So… she's probably pent up"

"Who's pent up?" Robin appeared behind them, coming out of the women's bathroom.

"The girl that we saw with Sanji a minute ago. She's gotta be pent up as hell to be leaving the party with him, don't you think?" Nami blinked at Zoro. He was impressed by how easily she made up a lie like that.

"Oh, absolutely. Are you guys leaving to the ship?" said Robin.

"Yeah, in a sec," Nami replied, turning her attention to Zoro. "Anyway man, I’ll see what I can do about your swords. But I can't promise anything," she blinked at him again. "We're heading out now. Let's go, Robin."

Zoro watched them both walk away, with Robin asking Nami what happened to his swords and Nami answering, He needs to see a bladesmith and I'm looking for an island nearby that has one.

Wow. Zoro didn't know if he should feel impressed or intimidated by Nami's lying skills. Well, she was a thief before, so it made sense right? Stealing from pirates wasn't an easy job.

He stayed at the bar for a little longer, drinking, thinking about everything that happened that night. Thinking about what you said. You're hurting me… those words kept echoing inside his head, over and over again. He knew that kissing you was going to fuck things up but he needed to try. He needed to taste you again.

The way you clung to his body when you two were dancing, how you moaned in his ears, how your hands traveled on his chest, the way you kissed him back, how wet you were when he grabbed your ass… none of this was fake, he knew you missed him too — well, at least your body did.

If this meant it was really over between you two, then he wouldn't bother you anymore. But first, he had to say a few things. He needed to let you know how he felt.

As he drank another cup of sake, lost in thoughts, Zoro could only hope that Nami would be able to handle the situation better than him right now; he was hoping she knew what she was doing.

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A knock on your door woke you up from your messy thoughts. You looked down at your clothes; it had been 10 minutes since you started fidgeting your necklace. Your heart was still beating fast, but you were glad Zoro didn't follow you. You thought about taking a shower when you arrived but you kept thinking about the things Zoro said to you... the way his arms held you in place, his kisses, his smell, his fingers on your—

Knock, knock, knock.

"Coming!" you yelled, trying to shake the images out of your mind. You really needed that shower.

You opened your door to find Nami waiting. Oh, you knew this would happen... Matter of fact, you were kinda hoping it happened sooner. You were a bit tired of the drama.

"Hey,” she said.

"Hey,” you answer back, making space for her to enter your room.

Nami passed by you, heading to your bed and taking a seat. You closed the door slowly.

"So… what a night, huh?" she started, a smirk on her face. You tried to hold a laugh but it escaped anyway, resulting in a comical snort. Resting your back against the door, you turned your head to face her.

"What a night," you agreed.

"Wanna talk about it?" she asked.

You sigh, thinking about the mess you and Zoro were standing in right now. Of course you missed him too, there's no way you could deny it. But you two had a complicated past and you always ended up fighting and hurting each other, so you both agreed it would be for the best to end things for once. You had a deal. Things weren't great between you two lately but they'd be eventually, wouldn't they? He didn't have the right to revive these feelings again, it wasn't right.

"It's complicated, I don't even know where to begin—"

"How about from the beginning? I have time," Nami crossed her legs with a mischievous look on her face. Oh, I have all the time in the world for this, girl. She giggled. "Shoot."

You chuckled. She was enjoying this way too much. You looked for a chair in your room, finding one close to the window. You placed it close to where Nami was and took a seat.

"Ok, so… it all started in Skypiea—"

"Oh my god!" Nami exclaimed, already covering her mouth with her hands. She dropped then suddenly, to mouth one I'm sorry, go on!

You sighed again, laughing.

It was going to be a looong night.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece smut #zoro x you #one piece x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro fic #zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece #badboyitadori #bbi fics

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namirotraeu · 4 years

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Online Relationships

I know it took me a long time to finish this fic, but I hope you’ll still give it a try. I originally planned it to be longer. I had to delete several scenes since it does not match, maybe I’ll use it in my future fics.

Please enjoy the final chapter and let me know your thoughts.

“Personalities and relationships tend to differ offline. “

(Part 1) I (Part 2) I (Part 3)

Title: Online Relationships- Part 4

Pairing:Trafalgar Law X Nami

Genre: Romance / AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 1734

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, they rightfully belong to Oda Eiichiro.

Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships because of her beauty. It was not her fault that she became the cause of a ten-year war. It was the Fates who were weaving her destiny. Nami liked the epics The Iliad and The Odyssey, which tells the story of Helen. She read the books all over again every time she finds time to do so. She loved how the story tells that we are rational beings and it is our actions that makes our fate. Helen chose to love and that love became the downfall of a lot of people. Nami, on the other hand chose, to leave a comment on Law's post. She never thought it would end up like this.

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Luffy D. Monkey: Zoro, Sanji, Robin, Franky, Ussop, Chopper, Brook, Vivi and Shiraoishi. Look! Nami, we demand an explanation! Since when did you and Torao became too close?

'Ugh, why did Luffy have to be the first one to see this? He even tagged all our closest friends.' Nami thought in despair.

Sanji Vinsmoke: Is the shitty doctor your boyfriend, Nami-swan? T^T

Zoro Roronoa: Witch, I told you to behave. Law, better take care of her.

Nico Robin: My, my, I never knew that he stole your heart, Nami.

Chopper: So it was Law that Nami likes?

It was not only her friends that reacted and commented. Even Law's friends did.

Shachi: Captain! She commented. Hurray!

Penguin: Yay! Our captain is on his spring time.

Bepo: Sorry for not noticing it earlier. I'm rooting for the two of you. May your relationship be strong. Aye!

X-Drake: Hmm..

There are a lot of people who reacted which she did not know personally, but were mutual friends with Law in Facegram. At this point in time, she regretted what she did. It would be a big deal for his and her friends. She even read a comment conversation between Penguin and Luffy saying they should team up to match the two of them. What is done is done, so she decided just to meet up with her friends in Baratie's Food Joint. Luffy said that Robin and Franky will be joining them since they have no work for today.

Her friends have already placed their own orders when she came to their table. She ordered her favorite tangerine smoothie and the lunch special from the counter. Luckily for Nami, Law and his friends were seated far from their table. She is too ashamed to look at them, but her curiosity urged her to take a glimpse on his table. Even with the crowd their eyes always find each other. His lip draw into a smirk, then he waved at her. She smiled and waved back while her cheeks is slightly blushing. It felt like it was just the two of them in the food joint full of people. But they are not. Both their group of friends is observing the two of them.

Luffy, Chopper and Ussop was laughing out loud when they saw Nami coming back to their table.

"Why are you laughing?" Nami questioned. The trio continued to laugh till Ussop decided to answer her.

"Law sudden used his bag to hide his face after you smiled at him. He was so red."

"Eh? I don't believe you. We both know you're a liar." Nami taunts her friend.

“Shishi.Torao! Look over here. Nami wants to see your face" Luffy shouted. Nami hurriedly punched Luffy to silence him.

She subtly glanced and saw Law's friends looking at her while pointing at Law, who is burying his face on the bag. His friends was laughing and teasing him. He is obviously pretending to be sleeping, she knew he wasn't someone who can sleep in any place. She found this scene cute and she happily ate her lunch with her friends.

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Marine duties in the town vary depending on which branch you are assigned. Being a Rear Admiral, Drake doesn’t have much to do than waiting for a new mission for him. He often uses his time off visiting museums to see dinosaur artifacts or collaborate with universities for dinosaur researches as a hobby. Today was he was supposed to meet Corazon, Law’s foster father, to fetch a package for his father. However, the old man called that he will be sending over his son because he has urgent matters to deal with his brother.

He knew the whole time him and Law would be together would be spent with them pissing off one another. That nerd really makes him tick. Just thinking that they would be meeting up in a few minutes made him exhausted.

While strolling in the park, he saw a familiar red head who was leisurely walking.

“This would be interesting.” He thought. He heard that Law tend to be quiet when she’s around.

“Nami!” He called out.

“Oh! Hey Drake. It’s been a long time since I last saw you. What’s up?”

“Nothing new really. I’m supposed to meet up with Law in Buggy’s Steak House for lunch. Join us.” He invited.

“It is your treat? You know I like free things.” The younger girl beamed.

“Of course, and you’ll get a bonus of seeing Law.” He teased.

“I see him almost every day in the campus or at Baratie. He should be the one getting a bonus of seeing a cute girl like me on weekends.”

“You should say that to him.” He chuckled.

They arrived shortly at the Steak House. Law was already grumpily waiting for Drake.

“You said you’d be here thirty minutes ago.” Law scoffed.

“My bad. I brought company.” Drake pointed at Nami.

“Nami-ya?” Law was shocked at the unexpected appearance of the girl.

Drake wanted to laugh out loud at the shocked state of Law. The rumors were indeed true. Maybe this lunch would be interesting.

“Hey Law!” Nami greeted.

Nami sat next to Drake while they are sitting in front of Law. Law ordered for Nami because Drake won't stop teasing him to pay for her.

"I never knew you were this close." Law stated as he looked at the two red heads conversing like its just the two of them.

"We knew each other for quite a long time and you know the thing about Robin." Nami explained. Drake and Robin used to date, however, things didn't proceed romantically as both have their priorities.

"Hn." Law quietly finished his meal.

The two red heads continued on talking. While he stayed quiet observing the two.

It didn't take too long for Drake to excuse himself. “I better go. We have emergency at the base. Walk her home or I’ll tell Cora-san that he did not raised you to be a gentleman. Surely, he will be disappointed.”

As a matter of fact, there was no emergency. He was just annoyed by Law’s state. He thought he would enjoy him squirm at the girl’s beauty, but it became boring since its not like his usual shitty attitude. Might as well give the two a little push. Maybe Nami could forgive some of his debts.

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"You don't really have to walk me home, Law. I'm going to the university to check on the progress of our team's prototype." Nami said.

"Nah. I'll walk you there. Could it be you're afraid of me?"

Nami was shocked by the question. She was quite shy that he is walking her to the university but not afraid.

"Nope. Why would I be afraid of you? I doubt a nerd could outrun me." She taunt.

"I don't think so. I may be a studious type of person but I have been athletic since I was middle school. I beat up Shachi and Penguin when I first met them."

"Being violent is not the same as athletic. Why would you even beat up your friends."

"It was their fault since they were bullying Bepo. We were all young back then." He argued.

She noticed he is awkwardly keeping distance between the two of them as they walk.

"You know, sometimes I don't get what you are thinking. Online we are so close, but offline we're so awkward." She said bluntly. If she wanted to move forward they would have to break their barriers.

"Its just that I don't know. When I'm with you I feel like a different person, Nami-ya. Every plan I make to get close to you, seems won't work. I guess plans do not apply to you and your friends."

"Do you really like me? Or are you just pressured from the people around us?" She was embarrassed to ask, but decided to ask anyway.

"Why would I be pressured? When I met you before it was just you, not my friends nor your friends. At first I thought I was just an infatuation, but it grew on me. Nami-ya, I like you."

She leaned to gift a light kiss on his cheeks. "Let's take it slow until you are used to being around me. We should hang-out like today more."

He stared a her rosy cheeks and glorious smile. What happened today will surely change them.

"Oh! I think we should give them our response, Mr. Heart stealer."

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Their friend's phone rang with a notification; it was a tagged comment from Law. He posted a photo of Nami drinking coffee from a cafe. From the photo, they could see Law's favorite hat on the table.

'I don't know about being a Heart stealer, but this girl clearly stole my heart.' This was the caption of the photo.

Before their friends could comment on the post, another notification rang. Again, they were tagged in the comment section, but this time it was by Nami. The photo she posted was from the same cafe. A booked covered the lower area of this face, while his golden eyes looked straight to the camera. Nami leaned her cheek on the top of his head, while giving a bright smile and peace sign.

'Oops! Exams are still ahead. Gotta keep this nerd Heart stealer focused on studying.'

Nami captioned it this way to show that even if they will be moving forward, their dreams would be their top priority.

It wasn't long until her and his phone began ringing. They friends wouldn’t stop until they heard the whole story.

#one piece #nami #trafalgar law #Lawna #OPAU #fanfic #fic:Online Relationships #nerdLaw #college #LawXNami

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sanjisock · 6 years

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Fuck, Marry, Kill (or, how Usopp becomes the best matchmaker of the sea without really trying)

ao3

It’s a classic , Usopp said. Any pirate worth their salt would play this at least once , he said.

Sanji would say he’s around eighty-percent sure Usopp just made this game up, but Sanji is always eighty-percent sure Usopp made something up just by principle alone. It certainly doesn’t help Usopp’s case that Nami is grinning wide beside him, notepad and quill in hands.

“So,” Nami echoes Usopp’s earlier question cheerfully, and her smile is way too beautiful and magnificent for the words that come out of her mouth next: “fuck, marry, kill. Who’s your pick?”

There are rules to this stupid game. Actual fucking rules . Not even the world government kind, the ones they break on a daily basis anyways because, hey, pirates. These rules are the kind that forces you to pay Nami a hefty amount of Berries if you break them, which, on the deck of Sunny, means nothing short of Serious Business.

Nami had taken to the game with surprising interest as soon as Usopp told her about it, but then again, she talked about it with the same tone she uses when she’s going to swindle a lot of money from an unsuspecting poor fellow (read: Zoro), so maybe this isn’t much of a surprise at all.

The rules, pinned next to the spice cupboard and right under the dishwashing duty roster, are as follows:

A crew member must be picked whenever possible.

Only one name is to be given for each category.

If, and only if, one has come up with a legitimate reason not to pick a crew member, it has to be someone they’ve met, known, or at the very least, heard.

Choices are based on pure objective reasoning and any FUCK/MARRY shall not be interpreted as anything resembling interest or, worse, intention to pursue. This means you, Sanji.

The same applies to KILL. This means you, Zoro.

Individual answers are confidential and worth B500,000/answer, or 10% of your last loot, whichever is higher.*

*) Payments are to be made in cash to Nami.

Really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise at all. Sanji thinks he saw her eyes turn Berries-shaped. He personally thinks she still looks beautiful, and tells her as much.

She tells him this doesn’t excuse him from the game, and expects his answer by the end of the week.

Sanji is the first victim by elimination — Chopper is out of the game because he is young, innocent and, ultimately, not human, Zoro is sleeping like the oaf he is, Luffy doesn’t seem to have figured out that the thing below his belt is useful for something other than peeing, and the others have left the ship to explore the newest island they’ve just docked at.

Sanji silently wishes the marines would start attacking them just so they could distract Nami and Usopp from the shitty game.

It’s not that Sanji wants to ruin what is — Nami’s expensive fine notwithstanding — ultimately some harmless fun. Sanji has never had problems going along with the crew’s antics, and between declaring war on the World Government and punching a royalty so hard they call a marine admiral after you, this one is far from outrageous by any means. He doesn’t think it’s physically possible for him to give Nami a no for an answer, either.

It’s just that... he doesn’t actually have an answer.

He’s a romantic person by nature. He likes to make everyone happy, and when that doesn’t work out, he likes to make everyone he gives a shit about happy. He does preen from the more... feminine attention, but between the bustling customers of Baratie, entering and leaving as they please, he never learned how to pick favorites.

Nami points at rule number two.

Usopp suggests he should just pick Zoro for MARRY, because they already fight like an old married couple anyways.

Sanji threatens to put Usopp under KILL and break the fifth rule, exactly in that order. Usopp has enough self preservation instinct to shut up really fast after that.

Brook has never heard of the game, which gives more credibility to the Usopp-Made-This-Game-Up Theory, but it’s not like there’s stopping them at this point, so Sanji fumes and glares, but in silence. Usopp smartly stays quiet.

Brook asks if Nami would show him her panties if he puts her under MARRY. Nami clocks him in the skull.

He settles on Zoro for MARRY.

“What,” Sanji says, stunned.

“Well, Zoro-san is a disciplined, reputable swordsman,” Brook explains, “and any decent swordsman would make a responsible husband.”

That...probably makes sense in Swordsman-Speak, or whatever language people like Zoro, who substitutes normal greeting with stabbing and slashing, speak in. Whatever. Sanji is civilized , and will not bother to even try to understand.

Brook can’t name anyone under KILL. He is, however, curious if anyone wants to pick him, considering he’s already dead, yohoho, skull joke!

Nami groans and hits his skull, again.

Franky has heard of the game, but he can’t pinpoint where he’s exactly heard it from, and Sanji suspects it’s from Usopp.

Franky also puts Zoro under MARRY. Franky is so not on Sanji’s list of favorite people today.

“Not you too,” Sanji groans, scandalized, because Brook is approximately a billion years old and therefore would understandably consider Zoro’s neanderthal values desirable, but Franky is, like, the future . Cyborgs are essentially sentient robots.

Franky shrugs. “He’s a super dude, his fights make great shanties, he can help me carry the ship materials —”

“ I can help you carry the ship materials,” Sanji interrupts, and wonders how his life has gotten to a point where he’s trying to compete with Zoro for Franky’s hand in marriage.

“ And ,” Franky presses, “he won’t chew me out for burping on the table after dinner.”

Sanji’s eyes twitch at that. Well. In sickness and health, sure, but that? That’s just barbaric.

“He’s a great dude who breaks the Sunny’s railings once a week,” Sanji points out, switching his strategy. If he can’t win, at least Zoro should lose, too.

His strategy backfires as Franky raises his eyebrow at him and asks, “Speaking of, didn’t you break the front railing yesterday?”

Franky puts Sanji on KILL for that.

Sanji considers smashing his feet through the railing again, just because he can.

Robin immediately picks Zoro for MARRY, because blah yadda blah bushido code, something something gentlemanly, yeah, yeah. Sanji mentally apologizes for tuning her out, but if he has to listen to beautiful Robin-chan talking about Zoro being a good husband, Sanji won’t be able to resist arguing, and that just won’t do. He isn’t about to question a lady’s decision, however irrational. Nobody’s perfect after all — not even Robin.

She also puts Zoro under KILL for ruining her flower bed last week when he accidentally dropped his oversized training weight (which is unnecessarily huge and totally an overcompensation for something ), and he falls for her all over again. Robin really is perfect.

She then tries to clarify whether normal Franky and Cyborg Franky count as one.

“Uh,” Nami says, confused, “would it even make a difference?”

“Nami,” Robin says as she leans forward, chin in hand and a mysterious smile playing on her lips, “the hands make all the difference.”

Robin puts Cyborg Franky under FUCK. Sanji blinks.

Usopp grimaces.

Nami has a distant look on her face, the kind of expression that guys wear when they witness other guys get hit in the nuts.

They pointedly don’t ask , and back away from the room slowly.

The final tally is:

Sanji gets one flattering FUCK (he hasn’t found out from whom, and honestly, considering the available options of Usopp, Luffy and Nami, doesn’t want to take his chances), Robin gets two (Nami shiftily avoids everyone’s eyes for this one), Cyborg Franky gets one (Franky opens his mouth to question the specificity, turns beet red by his own realization, and promptly closes it), and Zoro gets one ( ew , is what Sanji would like to say, but Sanji is man enough to admit that Zoro can get it, considering those abs and deltoids he keeps flashing due to his unexplainable aversions to clothing. Fucking caveman).

Zoro gets a whopping five for MARRY.

That’s literally all the strawhats, minus Luffy (who probably doesn’t even know what marriage is), Chopper, Zoro himself, and Sanji.

What the actual fuck .

Sanji succumbs to curiosity and pays Nami his ten percent.

Zoro put Sanji under KILL, he finds out.

It’s not a surprise. Hell, it’s the most predictable thing coming out of this game—the sky is blue, water is wet, and Zoro puts Sanji under KILL. Whatever. Sanji still hasn’t decided on his list quite yet, but he is certain he’d put Zoro under KILL, too.

Nami asks him if he wants to know what Zoro’s FUCK and MARRY are, and Sanji politely declines because he just doesn’t care which random chick Zoro wants to do the deed with and not because the way his stomach clenches oddly at the thought, really . It’s probably that beautiful marine lady that always tags along with Smoker — Tashigi-chan or something. Zoro always acts funny around her, even when the others never noticed. He’s an open book to Sanji like that.

Sanji walks away and doesn’t give it a second thought.

Bastard.

He gave it a second thought.

And a third. And a fourth. And damn his shitty traitorous brain to hell, a fifth.

By the time lunch rolls around Zoro and Tashigi are married with a quaint little dojo at the foot of a mountain and blessed with three bespectacled, green-haired children Sanji can’t even bring himself to hate because they’d smile just so when their Uncle Sanji makes their favorite apple pie.

Not that there’s anything to hate. About Zoro and Tashigi-chan, that is. Well, there’s always something to hate about Zoro because he’s Zoro , and Sanji would probably nag him a little for receiving the affections from such a beautiful lady like Tashigi, but there’s absolutely nothing deplorable about the idea in general. They’d get along swimmingly anyways, probably spending hours and hours just talking about shitty swords and other sharp, pointy things as their three children play in their backyard overlooking a beautiful deep blue sea, the setting sun painting a warm backdrop on the wooden walls of their dojo.

He blinks as his train of thought crashes and derails into a nearby mental chasm.

He blinks again, just for good measure.

Holy fucking shit, he has a problem .

“Marines!” Usopp yells from the crow’s nest, and Sanji wakes up, eyes still bleary, to three marine ships surrounding Sunny, cannons loaded and aimed towards the deck.

Be careful what you wish for, he feels like telling his past self.

He rushes to the deck to get a clearer view on their enemies, and hell , he’s convinced the universe finds pleasure in finding new ways to fuck him over because he sees Smoker on the helm of the largest marine ship.

And if there’s Smoker, there’s —

“Shit,” Zoro mutters from beside him, and Sanji only needs to follow his gaze to see Tashigi walk up towards the helm to stand beside Smoker. Because of course Zoro would notice her immediately. There are roughly a thousand marines on three of these galleons and she’s the first person Zoro sees. Great. Awesome. That would make a romantic story to tell their three green-haired children.

God damn it. His brain really needs to stop with the children already. He considers going for a check up with Chopper just for this.

A thousand bloodthirsty marines prove to be a good enough distraction from Zoro and Tashigi’s imaginary children, and soon Sanji is lost in the rhythm of the fight, almost enjoying it. He kicks a marine on the back of the head, does a spinning kick to immobilize another ten, and jumps aside to avoid a gunshot —

Only to find himself face to face with Tashigi.

“Black Leg —” Tashigi says, immediately taking a fighting stance, but Sanji is faster.

Before he knows it, he finds himself kicking the two guys guarding her, lifts and drives his right leg on her sword and into the cabin wall right beside her head, effectively pinning her to the wall. Sanji doesn’t kick women, would never harm a woman, but anything around her is fair game and he feels almost guilty for trying to wrestle a loophole in his own principle.

He needs to do this, though. He has to. She’s a marine, his enemy, a threat. And… there’s something he needs to know.

He blurts without thinking, “fuck, marry, kill. Who would you pick?”

Tashigi starts. “What?”

He thinks he’s blushing, but he figures if he wants to avoid embarrassment the ship has sailed a long time ago so he says, “out of the strawhats. If you had to choose, who would you fuck, marry and kill?”

Tashigi narrows her eyes and pulls harder on her sword. “Are you joking, pirate?!”

Sanji is stronger, though. He pushes her sword deeper into the wall. “I’m sorry, mademoiselle, but I don’t joke about this.”

Tashigi wears the expression of someone who wonders what kind of life decisions she’s made that has led her into this situation, which is something Sanji can relate with. “Well, fuck you , pirate. I’d kill you .”

That’s fair, Sanji supposes. “And marry?”

She opens her mouth, stops herself from saying at least three other different curses before turning an interesting shade of red.

She mumbles her answer.

“Yes, Tashigi-chan?”

“Don’t call me Tashigi- chan ,” she snarls, much louder, before muttering again, though Sanji can hear it this time, a low, shy, “well, that swordsman of yours did save my life back in Punk Hazard.”

Tashigi blushes brighter, and Sanji knows a lost cause when he sees one.

Zoro and Tashigi have four children this time in his head, three girls and one boy, and it sucks, so fucking unfair that everyone wants to marry Zoro, with his stupid hair and stupid face and stupid everything. What’s so good about him anyways? The moron doesn’t even have depth perception . He doesn’t deserve all these beautiful girls, wouldn’t even be able to cherish them and treat them with love like Sanji would.

Who’s to say that they would know him either? Zoro’s a moron , after all, and he probably only has, like, three sets of expressions. Sure, Sanji can read his tics, knows the way Zoro clenches and unclenches his left hand when he sees a potentially strong opponents, the way Zoro would rub the back of his neck when he’s embarrassed — but these girls don’t know that. He doesn’t think anyone knows that, and without knowing the real Zoro, how could they make him happy? Would they know how to find him when he gets lost? Would they cook him his favorite food every day? Would they love him as much Sanji does —

Wait.

Sanji pauses.

And.

Breathes.

Tashigi has started protesting now, demanding her swords to be returned now that she’s gone along with his ridiculous demands, but it all sounds so distant now, because.

He loves. Zoro.

Sanji inhales. Then exhales.

He loves Zoro .

He sees it again, the dojo at the foot of a hill overlooking the beautiful blue sea, but this time the dojo belongs to Zoro and him , and two of the four children have blonde hair, and the sea outside is All Blue. The imagination seems so vivid because somewhere along the line that has become his dream , a future he envisioned as clearly as finding All Blue and witnessing Luffy become a Pirate King.

Fuck, he’s in love with Zoro.

“Shit,” he says heartily. “I’m in love with Zoro.”

“What?” Tashigi says, perplexed. Sanji hopes it’s because she can’t hear him amidst the cacophony of gunfire, swords, and bodies hitting the floor.

He lowers his leg and steps back, still in shock by the revelation.

Tashigi is looking at him in confusion, or at least he assumes she does, because he’s no longer paying much attention to his surroundings. How could he, when he’s just come to such a huge revelation about himself, holy fucking hell he’s in love with Zoro —

A passing marine takes the chance and stabs a sword through his lungs.

The last thing he remembers is choking on air, mentally laughing at the fucked up irony of living on a ship surrounded by endless seas just to meet his end by drowning on dry land. He thinks he saw flashes of metal, of Zoro’s stupid green hair and stupider face, torn apart between anger and concern, Sanji’s name for once stumbled out of his lips — but Sanji is pretty sure he imagined this last part up. He is a romantic fool like that.

He blinks himself awake to the familiar smell of Chopper’s infirmary, the oddly soothing mix of medicine and sweets. He tries to sit up as far as his bandaged torso would allow, and when he catches the orange of Nami’s hair his heart warms but doesn’t flutter. It hasn’t been, he realizes, for quite some time.

He really is in love with Zoro. God damn it.

“Sanji?” Nami says when their eyes finally meet, and she hurriedly stands up, “oh my god, you’re awake, I need to wake Chopper up, Chopper —”

“Don’t worry, Nami-san,” he says, catching her wrist just in time before she rushes out of his reach, “I’m fine. Let our doctor sleep for some time.”

“But,” she says, but it’s a token resistance at best, as she’s already sitting down again. She tugs his grip lightly at that — a small, playful movement — but he feels the pull reverberate through his arm and to his chest, jarring him into a coughing fit.

He thinks he’s coughed up both of his lungs before a glass of water touches his lips. It takes him a few gulps and a couple more deep breaths before he realizes Nami is rambling a guilty “oh my god, Sanji-kun, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

He clears his throat and tries to give her his best smile, “please don’t apologize, Nami-san! A beautiful face like yours shall not be marred with unnecessary worries.”

Nami sighs, but it’s fond. “You were unconscious for a whole week,” she says, squeezing his shoulder, “let me fuss over you for a while.”

Sanji whips his head towards her in shock, mouth hanging open

“A week,” he echoes. No wonder he feels so sluggish. He thought it might have been the medicine, but apparently he danced far too near to the grim reaper than he was comfortable with.

His gaze drifts to take in more of the infirmary, afraid that he’s missed more important details like not remembering an entire week of his life . For the most part everything seems to be in place, large shelves filled with Chopper’s neatly-arranged medical books beside his work table, with complicated looking medical appliances situated more at the corner of the room, near the door. His gaze eventually falls on the small bedside table and he does a double take.

Zoro’s katanas — all three of them — are leaning against the foot of the table. Sanji frowns; it’s rare to see them without their owner, and rarer still to see them being parted with so voluntarily, away from the swordsman's sight.

“Yeah, Zoro was here,” Nami answers the unvoiced question as she notices what he’s been staring at, “been by your bedside all week, actually. We had a roster, just in case you —” Nami pauses at that, looks away and — did her voice waver at the end there? “You know. Anyway, didn’t even need the whole roster thing in the end because Zoro just wouldn’t leave. Stubborn man. Just his luck you woke up when he took a bathroom break; serves him right for growling at me when I offered him to switch on the first day. He looked like he was ready to gouge his remaining eye out and leave it in the infirmary if it meant keeping an eye on you, science be damned.”

Sanji blinks, again, at the story. There’s a weird tug at this chest. He lifts his hand up to touch it, and it feels warm, from the inside.

“It’s frankly kind of cute, how he’s been acting like a mother hen,” Nami continues, and her smile gains a mischievous edge as she adds, “or, you know, like a worried husband.”

Sanji wants to say something to that, but Chopper probably gave him some strong stuff because his tongue feels heavy and he can feel the strong pull of sleep dragging him back to unconsciousness.

He sees darkness at the edges of his vision, and doesn’t think at all as he says, “yeah, he would make a good husband,” and eyes already closed, he sees the house at the foot of the hill and mumbles, “I’d marry him.”

Chopper’s medicine really is strong.

The next time Sanji opens his eyes, there’s a cottony rasp on the inside of his mouth and dread looming at the back of his mind. It’s reminiscent of days when they partied too hard and he drank one too many glasses of liquor, but worse , because he remembers every single word he said to Nami.

He considers asking Chopper on his stance on euthanasia.

It doesn’t help that the person sitting beside his bed is not the ever-beautiful, ever-wonderful Nami, but the last person he’d rather see after his accidental confession. He has no doubt that Nami has told Zoro everything — has told everyone everything — and while his body has mostly recovered from the injuries, he’s pretty sure he could still die from embarrassment.

He sits up on the bed, scrambling for an excuse, “Zoro —”

“You almost died,” Zoro interrupts before Sanji could even finish his sentence, and takes Sanji’s hand in his. “Don’t you dare do that again, Shit Cook.”

Sanji stares at their hands, and wonders if Chopper’s medicine is even stronger than he thought. “What does it mean to you?”

Zoro shrugs. “You know what,” he answers vaguely.

Sanji doesn’t , though. Zoro shifts in his seat, looking away, seemingly embarrassed by his own words, and Sanji is left wondering what the fuck is happening. Zoro is the type of person who gives brutally honest and oftentimes insensitive answers. He doesn’t give cryptic, vague answers — that’s more of Sanji’s department. “What?”

Zoro pulls his hand away, and Sanji hates how his own hand feels very cold all of a sudden. “You know. Our answers for Usopp’s stupid game.”

Sanji would rather take another sword to the chest than to continue with this conversation, so he does the cowardly thing and practically leaps out of the bed. “I’m not in the mood to talk about that.”

Zoro is faster, though — Sanji is blaming all the medicines in his bloodstream for his slow reaction — and manages to catch Sanji by the wrist. “Where are you going?”

“Away. Out.” He pats his pockets with his free hand, but doesn’t find his cigarettes, unsurprisingly. Fuck, he needs a smoke. “In case you forgot, I haven’t been out for a week from this shitty room.”

“Seriously?” Zoro growls in reply, tightening his grip. “That’s all you got to say? Didn’t you pay for my answers? Nami told me you — if that sea witch is lying again —”

“I told you not to call Nami-san like that,” he replies, almost instinctively, feeling more and more agitated by the turn of the conversation. “What the fuck are you talking about, brainless mosshead.”

Zoro glowers at him, face oddly serious. “Did you or did you not get my answers for the stupid game?”

Sanji is going to lose it. Is Zoro seriously trying to rub this whole thing in his face? The fact that Sanji wants to marry him, even after knowing Zoro only puts him under kill? Knowing that Zoro doesn’t find him desirable in any way, that he’d prefer having three wonderful well-mannered kids with a beautiful marine lady?

“You put me under KILL!” He yells, unable to stop himself. “If this is your way of telling me you want to kill me, drop it. Way too roundabout for your style, Marimo. And just in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t bother to find out who you want to fuck. Or marry.” He looks away, trying not to choke on his own heart. “Happy?”

Zoro’s eyes widen comically at that, and he loosens his grip on Sanj’s wrist in surprise; Sanji doesn’t miss the chance and kicks him on the chest.

Zoro flies out of the infirmary through the door with a satisfying bang , and Sanji relishes his victory for a moment before growing reluctantly concerned as Zoro doesn’t get up from that. Surely he didn’t kick him that hard, did he? He jogs towards the dust-covered body on the deck, and finds Zoro with his head in his hand, mouth twisting into a hysterical laughter.

“Stupid cook,” Zoro says as soon as Sanji’s close enough to hear him, “are you jealous?”

Sanji growls, and pointedly doesn’t blush. “I’m going to kill you.”

When Zoro drops his hand and looks up, he doesn’t look like he’s making fun of Sanji, though. He looks surprised, and even almost… hopeful? “You are jealous.”

Sanji has about a thousand retorts to that, but all of them die in his lips as Zoro tugs him down by the hand, pulling him to crouch right in front of Zoro. Their faces are really close like this, and Sanji can’t look away.

“Cook,” Zoro says when Sanji doesn’t say anything, “Nami said you put me under your MARRY. Is that true?”

Sanji refuses to answer, but the way he looks away and blushes like a fourteen-year-old is probably a good enough answer for Zoro. Zoro laughs, tightens his grip on Sanji’s wrist and pulls him into a kiss.

Sanji’s life needs to have fewer twists before he dies from heart attack at the tender age of twenty-one.

When they part, Zoro doesn’t lean away; presses their foreheads together instead, his hand large and warm on the nape of Sanji’s neck. There’s a big grin plastered across Zoro’s flushed face, the kind that Sanji only sees whenever the swordsman comes across an alcohol he likes, or wins a particularly hard fight, or — as Sanji begins to understand, heart hammering in his chest like it’s trying to escape — whenever Zoro is really, really happy, apparently. And to think that Sanji is the one who puts that smile on Zoro’s face —

“I put you under MARRY, you dumbass,” Zoro says, though his insult doesn’t carry much weight, considering the stupid grin still wouldn’t leave his face. “Put you under everything , Cook. Kill, fuck, marry — the whole deal. Because that’s how far you’ve messed me up — you idiot, stupid, annoying, oblivious Shit Cook,” he presses another kiss, chaste and light and all too quick, leaving tingling sensations on Sanji’s lips. “I am in love with you.”

The words rattle against Sanji’s ribcage, his heart threatening to burst from his chest. His face feels warm all over, and he’d look away, except for the fact that Zoro’s hands are gently cupping his face, thumb rubbing absentmindedly against Sanji’s cheek.

“You’d make the shittiest husband ever,” Sanji tells him, because Zoro might be the love of his life — and ain’t that a thought that could make his heart miss a couple of beats — but he still wouldn’t miss a chance to tease Zoro.

“Yeah.” Zoro simply agrees at that, laughing softly. “I’d be your shittiest husband, though.”

Sanji doesn’t find a reason to argue with that, heart jackrabbiting against his chest, and simply leans for another kiss.

10.

By unanimous decision, and with some heavy censorship by replacing FUCK with SLEEP, they decided that Chopper is at least old and human enough to know what’s going on with the game.

“I’m not happy at all that you decided to finally include me in the game, bastard!” Chopper said with a happy wiggle, his hooves clapping together excitedly.

He puts Zoro under SLEEP. Literally. Chopper thinks Zoro makes a great pillow, and a great sleeping partner because he doesn’t move around.

Chopper purses his lips at MARRY.

“The idea of human marriage is still foreign to me,” he says, explaining his silence, “there are too many factors involved in human marriage. For us reindeers, all we look for in a mate is one who can provide us food.”

As if on cue, Zoro throws a large fish onto the deck. There are three large slashes on its belly, crossing through its gills.

Chopper picks Zoro for MARRY.

Sanji resists the urge to bash his head repeatedly on the ship mast, and doesn’t go through with it only because Zoro leans in and steals a kiss from him, effectively blocking his path.

Bastard. Shittiest husband ever .

#opfanfic #zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #one piece #easily the longest fic on this account. please take it AWAY from my hands

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hoe-imaginess · 6 years

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Zoro, Doflamingo, Mihawk & Crocodile sugar daddy headcanons?

combining these!!!!

Zoro

•He is such a shitty sugar daddy lmao. All he does is spend his money on booze, so he’s not likely to want to give any to a sugar baby

•Zoro doesn’t consider his sugar baby to be a sugar baby tbh. They’re just someone he occasionally hooks up with whom he’ll slip a few beri to every once in a while if they beg enough

•He pretty much hates dealing with all sorts of finances which means taking care of little transactions for every sugar appointment is just too much. He doesn’t know how much he owes his sugar baby, so he just gives them a shit load of money until they’re satisfied and stop bothering him lmao

•Occasionally he’ll actually make use of his sugar daddy status the right way and buy his baby something really nice. And it’s nice, surprisingly. You’d think Zoro wouldn’t know what a nice gift was, but he ends up doing well? (might have asked Nami to pick it out for him, but whatever)

•Honestly his sugar baby just needs to start swiping money from him while he’s passed out. He won’t notice

•Zoro pretty much thinks his sex life with his sugar baby should just be a regular thing, not something that requires money in compensation. Like, he’d get a blowjob then be all mad when his sugar baby expects money after he cums. Like uhhh?? Nah?? The fuck do I look like?? Just suck my dick and be happy with it?? My dick is a reward in itself??

•Sometimes Zoro gets his sugar and he won’t give his baby the money and his excuse is something like Uhhhh no remember that thing you did last week? Yeah that was annoying as hell. Just for that, you’re not getting SHIT. He’s such a swindler

•Only way Zoro is 100% going to fulfill his sugar daddy duties is if his sugar baby gives him like… the world’s BEST head. World record head. And then he just kind of… expects it to be like that every time. But then suddenly, they’re not giving him head anymore. And he’s like… why. So then his sugar baby starts charging for that good head and he’s like akjsdhkjfhsdkjahkjshf fine whatever. Then they get that $$$$. Give this man good head and he’ll come around

Doflamingo

•Omgmgmgmgmg. Made to be a sugar daddy, obviously. But he expects the sugar. You have to give him some sugar or else you’re not getting shit. And he’s really unfair about it

•Like, if he feels the sugar wasn’t up to his standards, his sugar baby is only getting a little of what was promised, if any at all. Doffy is a dick like that

•He has so much money but he deals it out sparingly. It’s less because he’s greedy and more because he wants to piss his sugar baby off. Doflamingo just likes riling up his sugar baby ok. He thinks it’s hot

•He does however, really like seeing all the things his baby buys with their sugar baby allowance. It’s fun for Doffy. He wants to see what his money bought. Likes to see his baby show off

•I mean, if you’re not wearing all the jewelry and gucci clothes he got you, then what’s the damn point?

•Sorry but every extra inch of his dick you manage to take gets you like 100,000 more berri. Lord knows no one can take that dick all the way. So he rewards you for at least trying. It’s like a game to him. He’ll urge you take more and more and just coax you with money, especially when he’s getting head

•He doesn’t really care if anyone knows that you’re his sugar baby either. In fact, he encourages that the knowledge get out. Let everyone know he’s a sugar daddy. He’s a king, he can do what he wants

•If his sugar baby goes to try and squeeze some money out of him (they’d probably get all dressed up and put on a bashful demeanor to try and seduce him) he entertains it, but probably sees right through it. And they probably expected that. It’s not easy to entice him. He’ll reward them for trying though. He likes it when they put in the effort

•Are nudes a thing in the One Piece world?? Probably?? Right??? Give him nudes in exchange for some money. He has a collection he likes to keep

Mihawk

•He’s not giving his sugar baby SHIT if they’re acting up. So you gotta be on your best behavior if you’re Mihawk’s sugar baby. He is ruthless with the money. And no amount of sugar will make him give in. You can suck the soul out of his dick better than anyone in the history of dick sucking ever has, but you’re still getting 0 berri if you’ve been annoying him lately

•He doesn’t even think about sugar anyway. Mihawk isn’t going to give his sugar baby money based on how well they pleasure him. Pretty much because it’s not easy to pleasure Mihawk

•So ‘sugar’ for MIhawk is basically his sugar baby’s attitude lmao? If they’ve been good and quiet and not bothersome then he’ll give them some money/treasure he snatched off of some annoying pirates whose ship he destroyed

•If his sugar baby asks for money, he’s gotta know what it’s for. It’s totally annoying. It’s like he’s interrogating them or something. He can never just give them the money

•Probably leaves his sugar baby with a shit load of money when he leaves for a long period of time though. What they do with it, he doesn’t really care. It’s probably the only time he’s ever just handing over some money without being difficult

•Mihawk is just not made to be a sugar daddy lmao. A daddy? Yes. But sugar? Nah. Money isn’t his thing. So a sugar baby wouldn’t be his thing either. It’s likely he’d just have a s/o to whom he gave money to every once in a while, whether it was to help them out, or just to occasionally treat them

•Sugar daddy Mihawk is probably more likely in a modern AU setting, but even then, he’s still pretty bad at it and not entirely fair. Will legitimately freeze all his sugar baby’s assets if he feels they’ve been spending too much. What a dick

Crocodile

•Amazing sugar daddy. Top tier sugar daddy. Sugar daddy of your dreams. He just LOOKS like a sugar daddy I mean come on

•Always keeps up with his sugar baby’s allowance. If you’ve been giving him some good sugar and been a good sugar baby, he rewards you very well. Never misses a payment

•That being said, he’s not really a penny pincher, but he definitely keeps his sugar baby on a strict allowance. They don’t get more than they’ve earned and he doesn’t react well if he finds out they’ve been spending frivolously. He probably tries to give his baby a lesson in humility and teach them how to spend smart… which is weird. They took that dick real good Crocodile just let them spend their money how they want jfc

•He buys his sugar baby a coat like his so they can match… it’s… nice. I mean okay maybe they don’t match exactly but Crocodile is giving his sugar baby that good fur and you know it. They’re wearing nothing but that high end fashion

•Crocodile’s sugar baby will be pampered, but he still needs them to be independent. Not some mooch who just sits around ready to fuck then get paid. Like, sitting in his bed half-naked covered in silk and waiting for him to walk in is hot and all, but he’d like them to be doing something productive. Maybe running parts of his casino, for instance. He needs them to be helping his cause, of course

•And no one messes with his sugar baby either, that’s for sure. Being Crocodile’s sugar baby pretty much means everyone knows about you and you’re treated with high respect. It’s different from just being his s/o, ya feel? Like… you’re Sir Crocodile’s sugar baby. You’re that bitch

•His sugar baby wears a big fancy ring with a fat jewel on top that probably costs more than the entire country’s gdp combined. Probably one of Crocodile’s own rings tbh. He just added a bigger jewel to make it more flashy

•Crocodile is just such a good sugar daddy fuck I’m not over it. Case closed, he wins.

Robin

•She’s a very generous sugar momma, but defnitely makes her sugar baby work for it

•Has her sugar baby give her long foot massages while she relaxes on deck, bring her drinks, stand in front of the sun to provide shade, etc. Mostly though, that’s all just her messing with her sugar baby. She doesn’t usually make them slave away that much, only when she can sense they’re eager to please. In that case, she can’t help but take advantage of it and have a little fun. She laughs at them at the end of the day though, apologizing for making them work so much. She rewards them handsomely

•Also, being rewarded by Robin of course means you’re getting your sugar baby allowance… but she’s so good in bed, you’re honestly getting just as much sugar as she’s getting. So really, if you’re Robin’s sugar baby, you’re getting double the prize. Money and great sex. It’s so great. Please be her sugar baby

•She’s good friends with her sugar baby though. Robin probably couldn’t do a sugar momma-baby relationship with someone she didn’t know very well. It can’t be a completely no strings attached relationship, though she’s not needy at all. If her sugar baby doesn’t have clear romantic feelings for her, that’s fine. But, they should at least have some respect for her as more than just a benefactor, if that makes sense? They need to have a good relationship

•When they’re not in bed fooling around, they should be able to kick back and relax together, or go into town and have a nice dinner (that she pays for, of course) . Little things like that. She wants to enjoy their company, not just their sex, ya feel? And vice versa

•She remembers all the little deeds (non-sexual) her sugar baby has done for her and will just randomly gift them some money. When they ask why, she just winks and says, “For being a good boy/girl”

#we do not condone animal fur in this household but crocodile probably doesn't care i'm sorry #he needs that high fashion #this was so fun holy shit #crocodile #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo donquixote #robin #nico robin #zoro #roronoa zoro #mihawk #dracule mihawk

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onepiecefeatstuff · 7 years

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Will you share your life with me...? Part 4

Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?

The next months felt like heaven to Sanji, even more if he compared them to his journey in hell when the crew fell apart for the first time. Sure, he missed his crewmates (and if you asked him about Zoro, he might even change his normal expression), but he couldn’t imagine other person to live this improvised retirement with. He would wake up every day and make breakfast while he heard Nami humming happily in the morning as she watered her beloved tangerine trees. Then they both would have breakfast and talk about the smallest things, still in their pijamas. Sometimes Nojiko would appear out of nowhere and scare them both, and when that happened, Nami used to grab her sister by the shoulder and take her with her. Sometimes he heard them yell at each other, sometimes all he could hear was laughter. He didn’t understand their weird relationship, but Nami always came out fully-dressed and with a brilliant smile, looking as beautiful as always.

But sometimes, he preferred her when she was just wearing a messy bun and a large t-shirt, just like every morning. It was a strange feeling, but it felt like she was wearing something more intimate than any bikini she ever wore. Still, he couldn’t complain about those either. It was like every piece of fabric was made to be worn by her, or at least to him it was.

Some days they would go for a walk, and visit Belle-mère’s grave. Nami would tell their adventures to the wind, and he held Nami tighter when tears started to fall on her face. And although it was hard to see her breaking down, he really appreciated those moments where she let her barriers down, and she let him in. Moments like that brought them closer.

They would often visit the Baratie, and Zeff and the rest of the shitty cooks in there would always joke about giving them the table with the most romantic view. To the happy couple, they used to say. At first, Nami was the first one to deny every sign of relationship they could have (and not just to Zeff, but also to her sister, Genzo and practically everyone), but as time passed by, Nami would smile and sometimes even joke about it. He didn’t know what to think about that, either. Was she starting to have feelings for him, or was it the contrary? Could he hold his hope or should he give up already? But a man doesn’t give up, not without having tried at least a hundred times. And he preferred not to count how many times he had failed, so for him, every chance was the first one. And every time she didn’t say “no” was a little spark of hope.

By the end of the fifth month, he started to feel like luck was finally on his side. Or at least, romance was. And what else could he need? Well, if he started to think about it, he would need Genzo’s approval, but he was starting to think that he may tolerate him a bit more than at the beginning. Sure, he liked to remind him of how no man alive could deserve Nami, but he said it softly, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. And he was sure that meant something. There are moments when just a look is enough to know what the other is trying to say, and Sanji knew that this was just the same. However, he never dared to ask what exactly did Genzo mean with that: was it an encouraging gesture? Or a “good luck: you’ll need it” one? Anyway, he wasn’t going to give up. He knew that even if he would want to (which, to be clear, he didn’t), he couldn’t. He was too tangled in her orange locks, too lost in her brown orbs.

And he had Nojiko on his side, of that he was pretty sure. And as the good strategist he was, he knew that a strong ally could mean everything. In war and in love, the battlefield is a cold place, and when things are going down, it’s better to have someone cheering you up than sinking just by yourself.

One day, while he was doing laundry, he overheard one of the secret conversations between the sisters. He didn’t mean to stop and listen, but his curiosity won that battle.

“… C’mon, haven’t you seen how he looks at you?” Nojiko said, but he heard no answer from the redhead. “Yes, that’s exactly the face I’m talking about. And you know those puppy eyes don’t work on me, so you could save them and answer me.”

Sanji heard Nami pant before saying anything “Okay, I may have noticed something. But it’s nothing new, his tongue just hangs out whenever he sees a skirt, I swear.”

Wait, were they talking about him? Did she really think of him that way? And how could Nojiko not fall for Nami’s puppy eyes? Sanji had so many questions.

“Well I haven’t seen him flirting with anyone but you since he came here. And you said it yourself before, he doesn’t even flinch when a hot girl crosses the door of the Baratie. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“I only said it was weird, since he used to that and now he doesn’t!” Nami refuted, and he was sure she was holding her anger.

“Then you’re admitting I’m right, sister” Nojiko laughed, and Sanji could almost hear Nami’s body relaxing “You’re just avoiding the obvious because you are too afraid of getting hurt that you prefer to keep thinking he’s some sort of womanizer.”

“He’s not!” Nami yelled, much to Sanji’s relief. “He’s a gentleman.”

“Then where the hell is the problem? The way I see it, you two have nothing to lose. He clearly likes you, and if you allow me to say it, I think he loves you. And just by looking at your red face right now, I can tell you feel the same.” Nojiko stated.

Sanji waited for Nami’s response. He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t, not without hearing her answer.

“Fine, you win.” Nami admitted, and Sanji swore his heart skipped a beat. “I may have developed feelings for that stupid cook. So what? It’s not like anything is going to change!”

“And why not?” Nojiko asked the same thing Sanji was questioning “It’s a simple equation: him plus you equals a relationship! And me getting a beautiful bridesmaid dress at your wedding, and don’t get me started with kids, because I’m gonna be the best auntie ever!”

Wedding? Kids? Sanji couldn’t process all that information quickly enough, and when he heard the slightliest movement on the room, he ran like hell, with the bad luck of bumping into Genzo.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You almost kill me!” he complained, too loud for Sanji’s own good “What were you doing? Were you spying on Nami? Or worse… were you sneaking out of her room?!”

“No, sir, I’m sorry but I…” Sanji started to apologize, even though it wouldn’t matter, because Genzo only believed what he wanted to believe.

“This is how you pay me for everything I did for you? I let you in my village, I let you in this house, and you can’t show a minimum of decency?!”

“Actually, I was just running to make you three a snack, if that’s okay” Sanji lied, trying to sound convincing. The last thing he needed right now was Genzo doing another one of his solo shows.

“Oh, okay. That’s… That’s really thoughtful of you, young man.” Genzo said, and let him go.

Just as Sanji was walking out on his way to the kitchen (because he now had to prepare three snacks before Genzo suspected a thing), Genzo called his name. He turned back, just to see him smiling.

“Good luck with that, by the way.” He said with a wink, before disappearing.

“What the hell does that mean?” Sanji thought. Was he talking about him and Nami? No, he couldn’t… But what if he had? He didn’t need luck, though. He needed a plan. His eyes were the very image of hope, and he couldn’t believe his luck: Nami, his Nami, his redhead goddess, liked him. And not like she liked Luffy, or Usopp, or the marimo. She like liked him. But there was no time to lose, he needed to act before it was too late. He took his Den-den mushi and called the Baratie.

“Welcome to the Baratie. What can I offer you?” a monotone voice said.

“Shitty old man, you better save me the best table for two you have!” Sanji said happily.

“That lady finally settled for you? I pity her” the voice responded, with a laugh. If Sanji didn’t know Zeff like he did, he may have thought he was insulting him, but he knew that deep down he was smiling. He knew that he was proud.

“I will need you to prepare the most romantic ambiance you can. Don’t skim on it! After all, it’s not every day when your little eggplant gets to declare to the love of his life.”

“Actually, it is! You have been swooning over her the moment she walked in the first place. But don’t worry, we’ve got it all covered here, son. Now, what should we put on the menu?”

“Nami-san’s favorite dishes, of course. I lend you a list the last time, you should have it on the kitchen. Also, I need a fruit salad to be the final dish. It’s a tradition.”

When Sanji told her he had booked up a reservation in the Baratie, and that everything was set up for dinner, Nami felt confused. She didn’t remember having agreed on going to dinner that soon again. However, she didn’t complain. The Baratie meant free exquisite food and a big smile on Sanji’s face, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, she couldn’t say no to that happiness he radiated when he walked in that restaurant. She guessed it would happen the same with her and Cocoyashi, right? And they were here a whole lot more than in there, so it wasn’t fair.

Nami’s concern grew stronger the closer they got to the floating restaurant. They took a little ship, as always, but when Nami grabbed the helm, Sanji didn’t even mutter something about doing it himself, like he usually did. He seemed off. Was something wrong? She couldn’t help but worry, although his expression wasn’t tense at all. Maybe he had something important to discuss with Zeff? Whatever it was, she didn’t feel like interfering. After all, he never did it when she was talking with her sister, and she appreciated that. That allowed them to have conversations like the last one… Her face turned red while thinking about it. How embarrassing would it have been? She almost admitted she liked him! Nami tugged her dress. Her sister convinced her to wear it just in case it was a date, and she ended up doing what she said. Of course it wasn’t a date, but if it was, she admitted she wouldn’t have said no. And that was enough for her sister to swing around the house like crazy, apparently.

Finally, they arrived to the Baratie. Sanji took her hand and drove her headfirst. He had been practicing his speech in his head during the run, but he couldn’t remember a single word now. He breathed heavily, trying not to panic.

“You can do this” he whispered to himself.

“Do what?” Nami asked him. He always forgot her sensitive hearing, didn’t he? Luckily, Zeff welcomed her and lead her to their table. Sanji had to admit the work was impeccable, and Nami’s smile was so wide he almost felt his heart melting. God, that woman could really bring him down without even muttering a single word.

“What is this?” Nami asked Zeff, her eyes examining every slight change of the restaurant. “It’s not Valentine’s Day, is it?”

She pointed at the table, filled with rose petals.

“Just sit down, miss” Zeff responded with a smile “Your meal will be served in a minute.”

Zeff gave a little tap in the shoulder to Sanji as he headed to the kitchen. That was it. It was time.

“Sanji-kun…” Nami called his name, before he could say a word “What is going on? Is this because of Usopp?”

Usopp? Why would it be about Usopp? His face had to look like a puzzle, because Nami laughed and explained herself.

“It turns out our friend Usopp got engaged with her childhood crush just a few hours ago. I thought he told you.”

Usopp, engaged? Sanji couldn’t believe. Him, out of all people, the first one to get married! And there was him, who still couldn’t confess his feelings properly to the woman she loved, even though she was standing right next to him.

“No” he managed to say “I didn’t know about Usopp, and this is definitively not about him. This is all because of you. Listen, I… I don’t even know how to start to tell you how much you mean for me. You’re gorgeous, you’re witty, you’re everything I try to tell you when you roll your eyes; but you tend to ignore me, and don’t get me wrong, because I know I can be a little annoying, but that’s just my way to be perseverant. Because I do know one thing: You don’t give up on the things you love. And I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you.”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but Sanji kept going.

“And I guess I never thought I actually had a chance with you, so I stuck with our friendship. I thought that would be enough, because it was the only thing I aspired to. But then… And please don’t get to angry at me right now because I know Zeff is probably looking at us and I don’t want him to see it, but I kind of heard a piece of conversation you had with your sister, so I’m sorry for that. But I can’t apologize for what I heard, because it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?”

After his speech, Nami was a complete mess. She felt angry because she spied on them, she was also embarrassed for what he heard, but she was… Happy. Like, extremely happy. And relieved. Since he asked her out, now she didn’t have to do it herself.

“I think I can handle that” Nami responded, grabbing him by the tie and pushing him closer to her. She was so close she could feel his heart beating really fast, his heavy breathing right next to hers. She saw excitement in his eyes, and she stepped even closer. So close their lips were almost touching. But she decided that wasn’t close enough, so she kissed him. It was slow but passionate for her, and simply perfect for him.

“So how much is it to share our lifes for not one, but ten lifetimes?” she asked when they distanced.

“Just as much as you want it to be” he said, stepping closer once again.

Ohmygod I can’t believe this series is finally over. Part 4 was longer than I expected, but I hope I didn’t dissapoint you. I’m gonna miss these two like crazy, so I’ll probably start another fic right away.

Thank you for the lovely comments throughout this project, and of course, for reading it! ♥

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Author’s note: I was bored.

KidLaw/LawKid prompt.

Title says it all.

@a-redharlequin @cucuxumusu and the rest of the Kidlaw chat +18

Eye candy means an attractive person

It simply started when he got laid last friday night with a young lady. An great eye candy and a pretty great lay. He had to ask for her number which she gave without second thoughts and left without a word. Kid noted a bit of limping as she left while staring at her ass. The rest of his Saturday was normal as it could be as he had to work with few papers for the company, he was working with as a assistant executive of his sarcastic, demanding, snobby little shitty boss named Trafalgar Law.

Law was the youngest company head of the Shichibukai group merged together and benefited to each other’s company. Law rose his company for scoring a 100 billion business deal with the government that automatically granted his riches beyond Kid’s dreams. He didn’t know how such man could make so much money with an age of 26. But even though, his boss was gifted with everything that anyone would be jealous of from looks to money, Law had a terrible personality and trust issues. When he got hired, Kid didn’t know how he deserve the job at all. He was a delinquent, bad grades, crappy college but he had skills on the field, the only thing that gave him courage to try his luck and apply. Not knowing, he would even get accepted three days after his interview.

His thoughts were interrupted with a phone call. Kid looked at his phone and the screen reads, Killer He quickly picked it up and answered.

“Busy.” He spats, knowing Killer would try to lecture him from his actions last night. He didn’t get that eye candy to his bed without any competition, that he quickly dealt with.

“Someone’s being pissy.” Killer spats back. “Just checking up on you if that eye candy you took home last night, didn’t murdered you. But hearing you being pissy means she either walked out on you or you fucked up and vomited on her.”

“That was fucking college days, Killer. Stop bringing up that shit.”

“It’s hilarious.”

“Oh, fuck you too.” Kid snarls. “She goes home limping and a number on my phone. I bet you didn’t think I’m capable of that.”

“Oh?” Kid could hear that sarcastic tone of Killer’s voice clear as the day. “I bet you can’t get her laid with you twice.”

That sent Kid on the edge. “Excuse me?”

“I know, you heard me right.” Killer scoffed. “I bet a thousand bucks you can’t get laid with her again.”

“A thousand bucks?! Since when were you this bloody rich, you bastard?!” Kid screamed, bolting off his seat. He kicked his chair down in frustration. There’s no way, Killer would do it. He’s bluffing. He definitely was.

He heard Killer chuckled, pouring gas to his head “If you do get her on your bed, I’ll pay a thousand bucks and you get to drive my bike for a week.”

Kid gulped, imagining himself riding, Killer’s rare edition motorcycle's that he’s been dreaming to steal away but Killer somewhat installed so much security bullshit on his own home it was next to impossible to even touch the said bike.

“What if I can’t get her then what? I’m not as rich as you, bastard.”

“I’ll set you up to date Lola.”

Kid’s eyes widened in despair. ‘You won’t dare, you fuckin bastard!”

“Try me.”

Kid clicked his tongue, weighing his pro and cons but found a quick thousand bucks and getting laid twice in the weekend was heavier than dating Lola, knowing the eye candy, he took home gave her number. A great advantage it was.

“Deal.”

“You got till the end of the weekend. Good luck~!” Killer mused, happily as he dropped the call..

As the Killer dropped the call, Kid realized his mistake. Never in his short life, Kid had gotten laid twice with the same person ever. It was his cocky ass pride that shoved himself into this. If only, his voice of reason existed in the first place. If only it bloody did.

He walked around this apartment, thinking what he could do if he ever wants the girl back but found not a clue how to do so. He grabbed his phone and texted Zoro. Another assistant of a top executive in the Shichibukai group and the only man, he could stand among the 7 others, he hated working with. Zoro was known to be stoic yet behind all that terrible personality and bad sense of direction, he was the only one Kid knew that get laid frequently like Killer.

Dude, how do you get laid twice with the same person in the same weekend? Kid quickly texted and waited anxiously in his sofa. Completely forgetting about the paperwork, he supposed to finish this evening.

I’m not a sex god, Kid. Zoro replied.

Help a brother here. Any ideas?

Nope.

Come on, bastard. I’ll buy you a sake if I win this bet.

Fine. Send a dick pic or something. You owe me.

K. Would that work?

Pray it does. Worked on my side.

Kid ruffled his red hair, frustrated. He have never done this before and never know if it ever works. Does it ever even work now?

Kid looked at his phone book looking for the girl’s name, he vaguely remembered. He ran towards the bathroom, striped of all his clothing and snap a quick photo. He didn’t even looked at it twice and send the said photo without hesitation. If he did, he’ll never get laid this sunday if ever that happens.

Kid took a quick bath and waited, anxiously but a reply never came that night. Kid fell asleep while he waited for a single text from the girl.

Sunday Morning

Eustass Kid was the biggest idiot that have lived in this solar system. He didn’t deserve to live this shame, he just have commited. It was a disaster and even an existence of a black hole in front of him would not help him recover of this shameful act, he have committed.

He stared at the photo, eyes widened as it could be. He throat felt tight, he couldn’t breath. He wanted to die on the spot now and then. To end this suffering, shame and all that cocktail mix of this feeling inside of his stomach.

The girl didn’t leave her number on his phone but changed a name in one of his contacts. Which would be Trafalgar Law’s number. His boss. His boss of all the person, that she could change it was him. It had to be him.

Kid looked at Law’s picture message. He was in the office, working on papers piled in his side. His hair was in different directions, his eyes looked he didn’t sleep a wink and his middle finger was raised. He looked at Kid, with a little smirk in the end of his lips.

Oh my god. He’ll fire me. Kid thought. Dying inside.

That whole day, Kid never had a courage to reply his boss but mentally preparing himself for monday morning. A day, Kid will never look forward to.

Kid was fucked. He was totally fucked. Killer laughed his ass off after knowing Kid accidentally sent the message to his boss. Zoro on the other hand didn’t made a single comment on the whole ordeal, as he knew himself what kind of person, Kid’s boss is.

Kid rested his knuckles on Law’s mahogany wood door. It was already night, Law asked him to come to his office. Pretty sure, Law wanted to save a bit of Kid’s pride by firing him privately in his office by night when no one else was around. Kid swore he’ll never send those types of messages ever again in his life and never say deal every time, Killer hands him a bet that he’ll lose on. Setting up a date in Lola was long buried in his mind. Kid would make sure, after the talk with his boss, he’ll move into south blue where he’ll spend his days as a senile old man, never once again laid after.

This shameful thing will be buried deep in the world and never once again be spoke again. Ever.

Kid took a deep breath before knocking on Law’s door.

“Come in.” He heard, Law ordered and Kid did. He slowly opened the door but surprised with office.

He have been in the office a handful of times only, rarely Law invites anyone his office. It was always on the meeting room, function hall or what not but never once, Kid remembered Law’s office was this...romantic looking.

There were scented candles in every corner of the room, a huge red sofa was in the middle of the office where Law sat down, legs crossed and looking at him rather unusual. A bit off of his character.

Law had a bottle of wine in his hand, popping the cap off and pouring in his wine glass. Kid noticed there was two wine glasses in the coffee table. Thinking, it might be Law’s way of burning him down, degrading him till he was dust before sending him off his way.

“Do you know why I called you here, Mr. Eustass?” Law asked him a question. Kid only gulped, mentally preparing himself of the stupid speech that he have been practicing since sunday afternoon.

“Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.” Kid replied, his stomach clutched like a rope inside.

Law stops pouring wine on the second glass and looked at him, with wide eyes. “Accidentally?”

Kid looked at Law, eyebrows raised. “I was supposed to send that to this girl I me-” Kid stopped as he noticed Law’s hand on his mouth. Murmuring something that was loud enough for Kid’s ears.

‘I thought that was for me…” Law looked like he was about to cry. The Trafalgar Law who was known to be ruthless in business, who fires anyone he deemed unworthy and weak, the same man that he hated was on the verge of tears over a fucking dick pic, he accidentally sent.

“You thought, it was for you?” Kid shouted in disbelieved. He slapped his mouth with his hand, shutting him up.

“Uhm, yes? You sent it on my number. I assumed it was for me!” Law said, crossing his arms.

“Why would you assume it was for you?” Kid shouted back, clutching his hair. This was not what he imagined it would go.

“You’ve been sending me this weird signals that bastard flamingo noticed and I like you since the start. I mean, your personality is terrible bu-” Law said rather in casual manner but stopped halfway as Kid fell in his knees.

“W-w-w-w-w-what? You’ve liked me!?” Kid’s mind was stuttering at this point, unable to comprehend what level he was dealing with.

Law raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I’ve been sending you signals but you’re rather denser that I thought you’d be. Now, you’ve sent me that….photo. I was rather ecstatic you’ve now noticed after months being with you.”

“W-w-w-!?” Kid couldn’t talk straight at all. Law simply stood in his seat, stood in front of him and knelt in front of him. His long tattooed fingers brushed on his lips.

“Shall we make this night a bit more special, Mr. Eustass-ya?”

End.

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