#zonamievents

[evilishei]

It’s THAT time of the year!!!🎄🎁🎉

@maidenoftheworld / @zonamievents is hosting a ZoNa Holiday event for this year! So here is the ZoNa advent calendar with different themes for each day of December! Feel free to pick a theme (one or even all) and create something for our favorite couple. You may share it here in tumblr (just tag @zonamievents and use #ZoNaHoliday2023), AO3, or fanfiction.net or even in Twitter! Let’s show our fav ship some holiday love! 💚🧡

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #ZoNaHoliday2023 #zonamievents #roronoa zoro #nami #💚🧡 #also sharing is caring! #ZoNaAdventCalendar2023

[zonamievents]

❄️ Happy Holidays, ZoNa fans!❄️

To celebrate, the ZoNami Discord server has voted and made a calendar of themes to celebrate ZoNa this holiday season!

Feel free to join in an use the hashtag #zonaholiday2023 and tag @zonamievents so I can share everyone’s lovey creations!

Happy Holidays! ~ Maiden

#zonaholiday2023 #zonami #zoroxnami #ZoNa #zona op

[eirist]

Morning After Christmas

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: A ZoNa Holiday Events is up at Tumblr for the month of December. We got selected themes for each day and we’d love other ZoNa shippers to join and celebrate our favorite couple with holiday-themed fanarts and fanfics! Feel free to check it here: @zonamievents

This is one day late. Today’s theme is different but I’ll still push it.

Theme: #17 -  Morning After Christmas

Summary: All that eventually led them here. The morning after Christmas—all tangled up in each other and wrapped in the coziest blankets…

Soft.

So soft.

He can hardly remember a time when he woke up nuzzled against something so soft, so comforting…

…and so warm.

Zoro doesn’t really care much about the comforts of life. He rarely lets unnecessary whims or luxuries bother him and he rarely indulges in them.

Well except of course when it’s sleep and sake. Those are the only two things he lets himself enjoy without any restrictions.

He lived simply. He survived with whatever is on hand without any complaint or fuss. As long as there is food to eat, water to drink, a shade to rest and sleep (doesn’t matter if it is inside an abandoned shelter or a tree in the midst of the forest); he is all good.

But this feeling that greeted him the moment he woke up was too pleasant to pass. It was new and not something he is used to. Zoro had woken up with a lot of the not-so-nice things greeting him—an end of a sword or knife pointed at his throat, the hard, cold ground, a growling, wild animal looking for food, a punch in head, the cold sea water, Luffy’s mouth about to take a chomp of him and his pillow while dreaming of meat (and he wasn’t the only one in the boy’s room to experience this, it’s a constant problem)…

…but never this. Never surrounded by this kind of warmth and comfort and softness he had never known before. The kind that makes you never want to pull away. Ever.

Just this once he wanted to let himself bask in it. Revel in it. The way he indulges himself with sleep and alcohol—no restrictions

He took a deep breath and buried his face closer to it. To the warmth, the softness that smelled slightly of…

Tangerines.

Like Nami’s tangerines.

With that he cracked his eye open, all his senses now wide awake.

His gaze was instantly fixed on the sight of smooth skin, tanned slightly from sailing under sun. There are wisps of curling orange hair resting against the slender curve of the neck and  framing a beautiful, sleeping face.

Nami took a deep breath in her sleep, her bare shoulder slowly rising and falling at the action. Zoro watched in fascination as her lips pursed slightly, her brows furrowing before she nestled closer to him. Her chin settled against the top of his head and he realized what that softness he was feeling was.

He was actually pressed against her, his face settled comfortably against her generous breasts.

His initial reaction was to jerk back the moment it dawned unto him that he was eye level with those beautiful, naked mounds and that enticing cleavage. But stopped short when he realized that he can’t move… he and Nami were tangled up with each other. Their arms and legs entwined in a way that they slept locked in each other’s embrace.

Well… their Christmas night had been crazy fun. Why else would they end up wrapped in each other this morning?

Not that he’s complaining. They’ve been doing this exasperating back and forth with each other for so long it was bound to blow up anytime soon. Besides he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment their petty and perpetual squabbling turned into a sort of their own secret language and a way to show their affection for each other that was actually there—quietly sitting and patiently waiting to rear its head out in the least expected moment.   

But he had known (and so did Nami) that there was a certain shift in their bickering which initially were tinge with insults that were meant to pull the other down a peg or two or put them in their own places. It had something in it that wasn’t there before. How every time it ended, they’d part ways just like before, huffing at each other only this time they would both desperately try to hide a smirk and a smile as they walk away.

How Zoro was now always looking forward to it and would sometimes deliberately try to rile the navigator up and how Nami did the same, purposely coming up the crow’s nest while he trains or naps to start a row with him.

It never ended with either one of them annoyed with each other. And that was new and surprising and to be honest kind of exhilirating.

He also started being more tolerant of her, not getting easily irritated with her complaints or even if she was waking him up with her fist. The same goes for her, she doesn’t make too much fuss when he gets lost or when he says or do something that she deemed stupid.   

And he realized while all this is happening, they also started to move closer to each other. Literally. Like they were drawn to each other like magnets. They started sitting beside each other more often. Or standing almost near each other. But always at arm’s length… far enough yet still close enough.

Three weeks into Christmas, the distance they carefully kept between them while they try to make sense on what they should do totally disappeared.

And the touching started.

Light and fleeting at first. A tap on the shoulder, a nudge on the arm, the back of their hands brushing against each other…

Zoro stood much closer to her now, near enough to breathe in the scent of tangerines from her hair. And Nami started crowding on his personal space, leaning on to him with a cheeky smile on her face especially when she needs to pass someone something or get something from someone, almost as if she was teasing him.

On one random island where they docked for the day, she had ‘accidentally’ pulled at his fingers in an attempt to stop him from turning around a random corner and disappearing on them because he definitely will get lost the moment she lose sight of him.

And Nami never let go.

Her dainty hand was wrapped around three of his fingers as she tugged him all over the marketplace to buy some necessities for their stock. He followed her with a lot of grumbling and expletives all at the same time marvelling at the size difference of their hands.

How soft hers was. How coarse his is.

How it just feels right.

Before the sun set that day, his hand was intertwined with hers. And for reasons so much more than because he’ll wander off and will get lost.

And soon after they would find their hands interlaced together at random times of the day. Always surreptitiously, never in front of the others. Only when they are sure that they are only ones in the room.

She’d casually lean her head on his shoulder while they were up in the crow’s nest on their night shifts. His hand would rest the small of her back as they explore the island where they just docked just by themselves, far from the crew.

And when they are alone in the crow’s nest again before the change of watch, that same hand would wound itself around her waist so he can pull her closer to him for a kiss.

All that eventually led them here. The morning after Christmas—all tangled up in each other and wrapped in the coziest blankets Nami had brought last night after their Christmas celebration along with a bottle of sake to share.

“Mmmm…” Nami suddenly hummed as she started to stir awake, her body moving languidly to stretch. She opened her eyes and chocolate brown orbs peered down at him in wonder, blinking twice before a warm smile spread on her face.

“You awake already?” She murmured softly, her voice still laced with sleep. “It’s not even the break of the day.”

Zoro smirked. He rubbed a hand against her exposed arm noticing how the skin on it prickled with the cold air of dawn. Luckily they were nowhere near a winter island right now or they’d both be freezing by now from falling asleep with just the blankets on them.

“These blankets are crazy soft,” Nami was mumbling, rubbing her feet against the material. “It feels so good.”

“Yeah,” Zoro agreed, as he continued to warm her arm.

She just let out a soft purring sound of contentment at his ministration before her eyes drifted close again. “Sleep with me some more Zoro.” she requested.

The swordsman chuckled. He’d never deny her that.

He adjusted their position so Nami was now the one whose eye level with his chest, her head resting on the crook of his arm. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead as he covered them with one of the blankets so they both could drift off back to sleep.

The soft giggle she let out sent a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Zoro rarely lets himself indulge in this kind of comfort.

But maybe this morning after Christmas he might finally start to.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zonaholiday2023 #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #zona one-shot #zona holiday prompts #roronoa zoro #nami

[tali-tangerine]

A tipsy Nami with a blushing Zoro under the mistletoe! My gift for @itsthemooface 🧡 I always enjoyed your ZoNa stories, hope that you like my fanart!! Thanks @zonamievents for make this event possible! Wearing red (underwear ❤) on the New Year's Eve means good luck for the future. Let's hope for a better year, for all of us and for our favorite pirates! 💚🧡

#zoroxnami #zonami #zoronami #nami #roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece fan art #zonamievents #secret santa #swordgust #merry christmas

[sharkboygirlish]

Something in the Way You Move… Makes Me Feel Like I Can’t Live Without You.

Disclaimer: One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

ONE-SHOT.

Rating: T

Author’s Note: For @marimoandtangerine on Tumblr as a part of @zonamievents secret santa holiday event!

Takes place when Nami is sick right before they land on Drum Island, after Zoro tells Luffy to go check it out & theres a few minutes where he's alone with her.

also I'm sorry this is late & if its not not that great, Ive been in the process of moving & i had a really hard time writing something that's not smut bc im a heinous trash raccoon lmfao

Summary: He’d even noticed her wince when a bug bit her back on Little Garden. He’d believed her when she said it was nothing.

AO3 link.

‘How many times had he tried to convince himself that he didn't care for her?

She was too bossy. Too full of herself. Too greedy. There were a hundred and ten different reasons for him not to give a fuck about her. Maybe more!

But... as the days passed, and he spent more time with her, he began to notice things that he found really endearing.

Like - her patience with children, and how gently she treated them. Her ability to predict a storm by a slight change in air pressure. Her sense of loyalty. Her crafty, witty nature. Her smile. Her laughter...’

Zoro could hear Luffy chattering about the island that had just been spotted, but he was too lost inside of his own head to say anything more than, “Just go. I've got it covered.”

‘Before he knew it he was taking naps near her chair. Having drinking competitions to see which of them had the best tolerance. Listening affectionately while she explained something complicated about the weather and the ocean.

And lately, every time he thought about her his stomach twisted into knots. His chest burned like he’d been pierced with a branding iron. Sometimes when they drank together he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to touch her.

He’d tell himself over, and over, and over again that the only reason he thought about doing something so stupid was the alcohol. Not because he was attracted to her. Or because he liked her...’

His gaze turned to Nami now, and his forehead wrinkled in a small, confused frown. A little voice in the back of his head told him he could lie till he was blue in the face but that wouldn’t change the fact that he was falling for her.

‘After all, his instincts had been honing in on her since the day they’d met. He became hyper-aware of anything that might threaten her. If she was in danger of being harmed he felt like his heart would burst through his rib cage if he couldn’t protect her.

He’d even noticed her wince when a bug bit her back on Little Garden. He’d believed her when she said it was nothing...

But now she was lying in bed struggling to breathe. Her fever hadn’t gone down in days. Vivi had told them if they didn’t get her treated soon, there was a very good chance that she could die.’

The swordsman swallowed the stinging lump that had formed in his throat and forced back tears that wanted to leak from their ducts.

‘He didn’t like to think about the way he would feel if she were taken from him. It reminded him too much of Kuina... and of a bad dream from long ago that felt all too real. About a woman with eyes like his that he didn’t have the power to save.

He never wanted to experience the way part of his soul died along with the people he cared about ever again. He chose to keep anyone he met at a distance, that way their loss couldn’t hurt him. Alone he had nothing to worry about except himself.

Then he’d met Nami, and the rest of their little crew - and they turned his world upside down. He’d been doing such a good job protecting his heart but against all odds she had found a place within it. And now.. If this disease took her because he couldn't protect her...

He was sure that it’d break him-‘

Distracted by the sound of footsteps pounding across the deck above him, Zoro shook his head somewhat violently to break his thoughts up.

‘Fuck,’ he pushed off the wall and moved over to the navigator, bracing his hand on the mattress by her pillow. ‘He didn’t want to lose her - he didn’t even want to think about it anymore because it was making him feel sick.’

“We’re gonna get you fixed up real soon,” the swordsman said quietly as he bent over her, and kissed the space between her eyes. He lingered there for a beat before continuing, “You sit tight, okay?” As he drew back, a tender expression overtook his face that he wasn’t aware of. He lightly traced his way from her cheek bone to her jaw with the backs of his knuckles.

‘He didn’t believe in gods, but he felt half inclined to pray that this island had a doctor who could help them. He really, really needed her to be okay. He just... he wasn't strong enough to grieve for another person.

Not one that he, whether he admitted it or not, loved so deeply.'

#zona #ZoNami #zonamievents #zonamievents secret santa #zona fanfic #zona fanfiction #swordgust

[roro-mo]

Blessed

Sorry for such a late entry but I really wanted to participate for ZONAMI event. I've finally caught up with one piece and my love for ZONA came back like a drug withdrawal. I’ve been stalking the zonami tag and saw @zonamievents was holding an event. I really love this pair and really want to contribute again.

I haven't written anything in almost forever and the last fanfic I wrote for ZONA was a looooooonggg timeee ago (because I swear dressrosa arc lasted like 3 years). But I really want to continue giving love to this ship so here you go. You may find grammatical mistakes here and there so read with caution. I also rushed to post this sooooo .....anywaysss Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I don't own one piece, if I did, this ship would've sailed already. 

Prompt Used: Fireplace

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She sat in front of the fireplace, warmth and love enveloping her. She was exactly where she dreamt to be.

The strawhat pirates were drifting through the ocean to their next destination, which appeared to be a winter island. The air was chilly, and snow started to build on the deck. For the first few days, one could see Luffy, Ussop and Chopper making snowman and playing in the snow; Ussop made a huge version of himself using snow, Chopper made another reindeer and Luffy ended up destroying them as his Merry laughter was heard throughout the ship. They played all kinds of snow games, they made snow angles, played snow fighting and even had a drawing competition on the snow. But after a few days, even the playful trio retreated inside, into the warmth of sunny.

To adopt the traditions of Christmas, Franky built a temporary fireplace in the kitchen and the crew worked together in decorating the kitchen and their Christmas tree together. The kitchen paralleled the snowy deck outside as it  was decorated with silver tinsels everywhere. They each hung one Christmas stocking on the fireplace mantle. Luffy was the most excited and he asked Sanji whether he would receive meat in his stocking. 

The crew decided to celebrate Christmas with a huge Christmas Eve feast, as can be expected from Luffy’s stomach, followed up by a secret Santa by the fire place and Christmas tree. Unfortunately, the feast turned out to be a banquet which lasted until the midnight, secret Santa long forgotten about. 

Soul king officially held a secret concert - unknown to his fans- in the sunny and his signature ‘yohoho’ laughter was contagious with Luffy, Ussop and Chopper joining in to imitate soul king.

Robin sat on an armchair near the fireplace, covering herself with a blanket to preserve heat. She was in the middle of reading her book but giggled when her captain jumped on the table and was trying to steal the soul king’s spotlight by screeching on the top of his lungs - which to him, bless his soul, he thought was singing.

Ussop was now laughing, rolling around the floor and Chopper went onto his party mode. He shoved two chopsticks up his nose and used a basket to dance from left to right, then right to left. Robin’s eyes followed the little reindeer and she giggled some more. 

Robin’s eyes then strayed from chopper to Franky who was moving his tushie back and forth, and his two robot hands collided to form a star. Her eyes stayed a little longer on his perky butt before turning to read her book once again.

For once, Sanji and Zoro were not seen arguing. Call it a Christmas Miracle or Nami’s clever planning. Sanji was drinking wine with Nami on the table and they were reminiscing about their adventure in whole cake island. They had already drank 3 bottles together talking about their adventures. The wine had little impact on Nami but Sanji was starting to see two Namis. He blinked to power through this rare occasion where Nami-Swan was gracing him with her presence. Nami was feeling nostalgic, she never dreamt of having another family outside of her village and so many adventures during her struggle with Arlong crew. Maybe it was the snow outside or the warmth emitting from the fireplace, she really wanted to share and treasure these moments where all of them were together. 

Nami shared how she really thought he was going to leave the crew during his fight with Luffy. Sanji told her how his brothers fell in love with her, “as if anyone won’t” he said with heart eyes whilst laughing and singing “mellorinnnee”. A scoff was heard from the fireplace but she dismissed it. 

She felt an eye on her back - watching her carefully as her hands lightly touched Sanji’s forearm on the table. A disapproval grunt was heard from the fireplace and she retracted her hand. She turned to face the owner of the voice and stuck her tongue out. She hated that his eye was always on her, leaving her little room to do anything mischievous without his knowledge. But she felt safe knowing he was always watching her, keeping her safe. It took her time to get used to her possessive lover but surprisingly, she was fond of his love language. She loved the way his eye hawked at her when she wore skimpy outfits; she loved the way his calloused hands felt on her skin, the way his fingers twirled with her hair as if it was the most precious thing in the world and the way his lip kissed her whole body. Despite the warm room, she shivered at the thought of his tongue trailing her curves once again and could not wait for them to have some alone time once they dock on the island they were heading towards. She shook her head to keep her indecent thoughts away. 

She then went on to tease Sanji about Pudding and how they almost got married. Sanji, with heart in his eyes, then got up to tell his goddess not to worry about the queen he met in whole cake island. He sang to Nami that he loves both of them equally and would marry Nami-swan instead - no scratch that- would marry both of them if he could. But all of a sudden the kitchen moved and he saw three Namis before falling on the floor from all the drinks they had. His body betrayed him, he wanted to stay just a little longer and continue chatting with Nami but he was now drunk and out for the night. 

Nami sighed, knowing she picked the wrong drinking partner. She turned around to look for her original drinking partner who took another swing from his mug. She got up, ignored the lifeless body and stepped over Sanji, who was lying on the floor face first. 

Barrels of drinks lay next to the swordsman, and a grin was plastered on his face. He was laying on the floor whilst resting his back on the sofa and watching the little sparks of fire burn the wood in front of him. 

Sounds of heels clicked against the floor as Nami made her way towards Zoro with another bottle of wine on her hand. She asked him “what’s with the grin?” And without turning, he stated, “You done with love cook?” 

She made a disapproving look as she sat with a thump next to him, in front of the fire place. She knew that statement wasn’t a question and he meant many things with that simple statement. One of them being she made the right decision to choose him over Twirly brows. She knew he was listening to their conversation, but she didn’t care anymore. At first, it irritated her when he was always listening to her conversations with other crew members, especially when she would talk to Sanji. But she eventually gave up because this was his way of protecting her.

She opened the bottle of her wine and said “you know he and I share memories that you and I don’t have.” She gulped down some wine straight from the bottle and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before saying “and we have secrets you and I don’t have!” 

All zoro did was chuckle as he gulped down some more sake. 

“We so do!” Nami whined, knowing he didn’t believe her. 

“Sanji brothers love me he says!” 

“Ohhh” he said with a grin. “What a surprise.”

“Looks like pervertism runs in their family.” 

“Is that even a word, idiot.” 

Nami received a shrug before he gulped some more sake. 

She missed this. She missed zoro and being in the same place with the whole crew. With so many battles and saving islands one after another, she was tired of saving others to be honest. She reminisced about her young 10 year old, who was saving the town and who never dreamt of being a pirate. But look at her now; navigator of a pirate ship, singing binks’ sake song and drinking till the morning. She smiled as she recalled all of her memories - the good and the bad. 

“What’s with the smile?” It was his turn to ask as he finally looked her way when she went silent for a while. 

She was blessed and she knew it. She was glad the 10 year old, the 12 year old and the eventful 18 year old who met Luffy and Zoro didn’t give up. She was glad she just didn’t end it, she was always close to losing it every time but her precious Bellemere-san didn’t raise her to be a quitter and Nami was thankful to the young her. 

“Hey” he said softly when she didn’t respond. 

Nami leaned on his shoulder and knew she was exactly where her young 10 year old dreamt her 20 year old to be. 

She then started to talk about what was on her mind and reminisced about the day they met. She explained that fate had connected her to Luffy and Zoro; how she didn’t believe they would come chasing her and how he almost drowned in front of her. 

She didn’t realise it but she clutched his yukata coat slightly harder at that memory. Her mind went to buggy and she giggled, earning her an eyebrow from the swordsman with whom she was laying on the floor with. 

“Is my death a joke to you?” He said seriously offended at the thought of Nami laughing when he almost drowned. But he didn’t really believe he would’ve died then. He couldn’t explain it but when it came to Nami, he was able to see through her, even when she was being an annoying little witch. He didn’t ever want to admit it but he let nami twist him in her little fingers, and did favours for her. Somewhere down the line, he left his guard down - maybe it was the day he jumped on the pool, risking his life or maybe it was the moment they met - but his trust and bond with her only grew stronger with time.

She laughed once more, which were drowned out by the violin Brook was still playing. She giggled and shook her head. Nami then described their blue haired acquaintance Buggy and Zoro made a disgusted face at the thought of Buggy. She giggled, shifting closer to the swordsman and said, “I’m thankful to Buggy because we met thanks to him.” 

They sat there, in front of the fireplace, as laughter died down one after another. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper all fell asleep on the table; it was beyond their bed time and they all had one drink too many. The soft violin music eventually stopped but the navigator’s voice continued to be heard in the kitchen. She was still talking about their adventures they shared together while Zoro just drank some more, grunted here and there to say he was still listening to her. She continued to lean on him and rest her head on his shoulders as she spoke sweet nothings. 

Franky was eventually tired and decided to find a spot to fall asleep. He sat on the floor, next to the arm chair where Robin was still reading her book. He leaned his head on Robin’s legs and let slumber take him over. Robin smiled and draped the blanket she had over Franky to keep him warm. She was worried he would catch a cold because he’s always only wearing Speedos. She patted his head and went back to to her book.

In front of the fire, which was now beginning to fade. Zoro lifted his arm to wrap her and pull her closer to him. He ran his fingers through her hair, just the way she liked it, and used his fingers to brush his hair. He kissed the top of her head and whispered with a smile, “is there anything else I need to know about this secret you share with nose-bleed kun?” 

Nami smiled, resting her head on zoro chest. She listened to his steady breathing, his chest rising and falling with each breathe, lulling her to sleep. She had chosen the right person after all - she was content and in bliss. She sat in front of the fireplace, warmth and love enveloping her. She was exactly where she dreamt to be. 

Bonus: 

In the dawn of the morning, Jimbei climbed down from the crows nest and made his way to the kitchen. He wanted to wish everyone Merry Christmas and see if secret Santa actually happened after he left - though he doubted it. He had partied with Luffy at his request halfway though Christmas Eve but as the responsible pirate he was, he still wanted to take the watch to make sure they were safe on the sea. He opened the door and his mouth almost fell on the floor. 

Luffy was sleeping on the table while hugging Chopper for some heat. Ussop was on the floor and Brook fell asleep on a 90 degree angle in a corner of the room. Jembei realised Brook must’ve gotten stuck while showing his skill and fell asleep on the same spot. Robin and Franky were on the floor sharing a blanket. He could not find Sanji but would’ve found him on the same spot he fell if Jimbei walked a little further in. Zoro was sleeping on the floor as usual but what surprised him was Nami. She was next to him, resting her head and hand on his chest but he was sure they hated each other with all the bickering and arguing. Jimbei just shrugged it off, thinking it must be their weird way of communicating. His face paled as he though ‘Maybe that’s what turns them on!’

He really went ahead and joined a crazy crew. 

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Hope you enjoyed the fanfic. Have a good day/evening/night! 

#Zona #ZoNami #Fanfic #zonamievents #zonaholiday2020 #zoro x nami #nami x zoro #one piece #zona fanfic

[dracandnau]

- Oi, Nami, where were you? I have been...

- Found you then! Chu!

This is my fanart for @tali-workshop for ZoNa Secret Santa!! I hope you like it!! I kept adding details and well, sorry for the lateness! ;^;

I drew them nearby Okobore Town, meeting after quite a time. I am not that far in the manga, or didn’t see Stampede, but i hope i captured well the scene. I certainly enjoyed doing it a lot! 

#zonaholiday2019 #zonami #zoroxnami #opfanart #tali-workshop #i was going to do it traditionally but tomorrow i have a trip and it was impossible to transport #so happy holidays #zonamievents #my art

[sweet-holic]

Wavy hair.

Inspired by the #Zonasummerfestival that was just held, I finished this prompt that was lying long in my desk. The festival highs my Zoro x Nami spirits, but it's not theme relate so that why I don't post it there.

One-Shot

Disclaimer: One Piece and it´s characters belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

Reminder: English it's not my first language and I don't have a beta reader so all the grammar mistakes are mine, if someone is willing to help me I would be really grateful.

Word count: 851 words.

Rating: T

Summary: Nami´s long hair its Zoro´s secret enjoyment.

This take place before wano kuni.

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Zoro would never admitted it. He would never said it out loud.

But he loved Nami's long hair.

Since he laid his eyes on her the day of their meeting after 2 years, he noticed the long, wavy, orange, locks.

And life was so strange that now, here they were, at night, both at the same room.

It was almost like a bizarre dream, one that both of them would certainly never admit out load if someone asked them the nature of their relationship.

Even now it was still confusing. But Zoro was enticed to said the least.

He carefully observed Nami combing her long hair, slim fingers hold onto her double comb, detangling her hair, going on and on from roots to her hair tips, from time to time she would take something that looks like oil, spread it in her hands and carefully applying it in her hair, then comb again, it was seducing, Zoro feel bewitched.

Nami have noticed Zoro's intense watch for a while now, at first she had to admitted that she though he was interested in the fact that she was naked, so she makes sure he had a good look at her bare back, even lifting herself a little so he could enjoy the beginnings of her bottom, then she realised that everytime she moved her figure and take her hair out the way of her bare skin his gaze was actually following her hair.

Green eyes intensely focus in shiny orange locks.

Nami's curiosity made her turned and face Zoro so abruptly he was taken aback for only a second, but she didn't speak a word, flirterous smile in her face, Nami took all her hair putting it in front of her, covering her voluptuous breast, she then pass her hand through it and wave it moving her head side to side, so enticing so carefully Zoro found himself unable to look nothing but her hair and the seducing movements it does.

Then Nami put her hands above her shoulders flipping her hair wide open and out of her chest, giving him a nice view of her front.

"So....Do you like it?"

Zoro's expression remain unfazed for a moment, taking in the fact that she has noticed and now using his little enjoyment against him. But he won't let her get her way.

Putting on his most menacing smile he replied "Oh I like."

Nami's cheks went red, she was even more flustered at the fact that Zoro's attention was on her hair and not her body, if she has to be honest she had never used her hair to flirt since her body has always been enough to do the job. She acknowledged it, and she does good use of it, that's why her flirt a moment ago was to make Zoro put attention to her juicy breast, but instead the proud swordsman has not even blink his eye away from her hair.

Zoro could see through her disappointment, so he bend over to her, smile still on his face, and without taking his eyes off hers he bring his hand to the side of her face and caress her hair, taking an orange lock and interview it between his fingers, then he took a deep breath in it citrus essence.

"Nice".

At this point Nami's blush has become so bright it was seen through the dim light.

"W-well of course. I take good care of it."

"Hmmm" Zoro took another deep breath from between her hair and neck. Nami wasn't akin to keep being the flustered damsel anymore it wasn't like her so she regain her confidence and free from Zoro's grip, giving him her back.

"It has become quite troublesome, maybe I will cut it short again"

"Don't....." come Zoro's fast reply.

Nami was surprised at his answer but remain calm.

"And here I was thinking you don't give a damn about women looks" Nami said trying to unfazed him.

"Only yours....." Zoro's reply was so confident that it actually left Nami speechless.

"Hey, Can I see it again" the swordsman spoke again.

"What?"

"Your hair show it to me again. Like before" Zoro was almost grinning.

"All right, but it would cost you berries" Said Nami regaining her usual confidence.

"Tch. Whatever you said Witch"

At that Nami took her hair with both hands behind her back, as if she were going to tide it, then use her hands to let it loose freely turning herself at the same time and moving her head side and side so her hair would flow in sync with her head movements, turning then to face Zoro at her last swipe. Zoro's face lit up.

"I love how you turn me on Nami." He then throw himself at her, making Nami giggled.

They were still unsure of their choices and the new founding feelings they both were experience, but at this moment, in this room, under the bright moon, they would let themselves be taken by the sensations and the warm they found in each other, bright and waving just like Nami's hair.

#ZoNa #zonami #zoro x nami #roronoa Zoro #Nami #zonamievents #sword guts

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Mistletoe Fate

I hadn’t planned to do anything for the ZoNami holiday event because I wasn’t sure if I would have the time, or any idea, but I got a small idea in my head over Christmas and just had to write it. So, this is for @zonamievents‘. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Title: Mistletoe Fate Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Nami Genre: Romance/ AU Rating: T Word Count: 8629 Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.

For the last two Christmas seasons, Nami had artfully avoided the mistletoe Robin liked to hang in her home. Robin moved the sprig of mistletoe every time someone found it or was found beneath, so only the most observant would be able to avoid the silly tradition, but even they eventually got trapped. Nami was one of the last survivors and she knew her luck would soon run out on her.

She didn’t hate the tradition, not really. She found it cute and she completely understood why Robin had so much fun with it. Few of their friends were willing to kiss under the mistletoe, some exchanged blows instead of pecks, but before they decided which direction they went, it was always fun to see their faces turn crimson as they imagined the kiss. That embarrassment was worth the risk of being trapped herself.

The only other ones to avoid Robin’s mistletoe over the years were Zoro and Law, at least that she was aware of. The latter had made the decision to never step foot in Robin’s home or office during the holiday season once he learned of the tradition. She had no idea how Zoro avoided it. She wondered if he had a sixth sense for those sorts of things. Or it was part of his freakishly good luck.

This year, Nami had her work cut out for her if she wanted to stay away from the mistletoe. She tried to avoid going to Robin’s with other people around; if it was only her, then she wouldn’t be trapped with someone else. But that night was Robin’s annual Christmas party and Nami had to attend. It was one of her closest friend’s throwing it, and all her favorite people would be there. She had to go. She had to take the risk. But she had a plan that she hoped was foolproof.

The one thing she could count on was Sanji’s determination to catch a woman beneath the mistletoe. He would search for it and hover near it, keeping watch for any woman to come close before he sprung into action. If she kept an eye on him, she should be able to calculate a four-foot radius around his location with the maximum probability of the mistletoe being hidden within. She also had to stay clear of that radius if he called her over – which he would do as often as he could – in order to avoid being trapped by him.

When she arrived at Robin’s that evening, she realized her plan might be more difficult than first thought. Robin had upped her game that year. The ceiling was flooded with decorations. Silver-white snowflakes hung down between a web of white Christmas lights. The snowflakes glittered and shone and helped mask the other decorations hung around them. The green cords of the lights were camouflaged by sprigs of holly and pine. Between the lights and the plants, finding a single sprig of mistletoe would be impossible. Even Sanji looked frustrated as he searched the ceiling from his place in the kitchen, but if there was anyone who could find the mistletoe, it would be him.

“The decorations are beautiful,” Nami told Robin as her friend handed her a glass of mulled wine.

“Thank you,” Robin cooed, a knowing glint in her eye. “I thought this year I would go for a traditional Yuletide look.” Her gaze drifted up to the ceiling and Nami watched her eyes for any clue or hint of where the mistletoe might be. “The Nordic people would bring in evergreen branches and light candles and yule logs to bring light and life back into their homes at the winter solstice, when the days gradually began to grow longer.” She looked back down at Nami with that knowing, mischievous smile. “And of course, they had mistletoe, too. After its part in the killing of Balder, a most beloved and beautiful god, Frigg had decreed that it would forever be made into a symbol of peace and friendship, rather than punish it for being used as a tool in a cruel trick. They even say its pearlescent berries are the tears she shed for her lost son.”

Nami raised her brow at the tale. “Is that why you’re supposed to kiss under it?”

Robin chuckled as she led her toward the living room. Nami followed warily, her gaze darting to the ceiling. “In part, though many suppose it relates to its use in various pagan mid-winter traditions, including the Nordic tradition. While mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant that feeds off the life-force of a deciduous plant, it’s seen as a symbol of fertility, particularly in the winter months because it’s an evergreen. So, while its host plant may die or sleep in the frigid winter, the mistletoe continues to live and thrive as a sign of its host remaining life force and energy. It’s even used in old fertility medicines and potions, and as a charm for women to find a husband.”

“That’s interesting,” Nami said with feigned excitement. She was still searching for the white berries that would give away the mistletoe. The lights and snowflakes made it an effort in futility.

“Isn’t it?” Robin said, her interest more genuine, as she sat down on the couch. “You won’t find it, by the way.”

Nami’s gaze snapped down to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Robin chuckled and waved for her to sit beside her. “Relax, Nami. Even I don’t know where it is this year.”

Her eyes widened. “What? How?”

“I paid Basil Hawkins to decorate this year. He hid the mistletoe for me.” Robin smiled into her wine glass. “You will find no tell on my face this year.”

Nami flopped down onto the couch with a huff. “You could have become an evil mastermind if you put some effort into it.” She glanced up at the ceiling and frowned. “You’re lucky I love you, or I would be really annoyed that you went this far.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’m in danger of being trapped this year, too, because of this. There is no reward without a little personal risk, after all,” Robin mused.

“Oh? Do you have anyone that you hope to get caught with?” she asked, leaning in with the hope her friend would confide something juicy with her.

Robin shook her head. “That is not for you to know.” That was a huge letdown. At least if she had to suffer with the crippling paranoia of being in danger of the mistletoe tradition, she would have enjoyed coping by helping get Robin trapped with someone she liked. “But I will tell you that I have someone I hope you get caught with.”

“Who?”

The doorbell rang to announce more guests and Robin stood without responding. Nami was left to wonder. She had her own preferences, but she hadn’t shared those with Robin. If Robin knew she might have an interest in anyone, the mistletoe tradition would be turned into a year-round effort. Any feelings beyond friendship she felt for certain people were better off kept to herself.

Someone collapsed on the couch beside her with enough force to make her bounce. She held tight to her wine glass and shot a glare at the sudden company. She found Zoro beside her with a new bottle of her favorite rosé held out to her, an orange ribbon tied around the neck.

“For me?” she asked. He shrugged, and she took the bottle with an excited chirp of, “Thank you.”

She noticed most of his attention was fixed on the ceiling. She knew that glower well. She probably wore the same one when she walked in.

“We’re screwed,” he grunted.

It seemed his survival had less to do with luck than she thought. He had actually been aware of it the whole time, just like she was, and now they were both lost.

“Please tell me you found it,” he whispered under his breath. He cursed when she gave a solemn shake of her head in answer. “Love-cook?”

They both glanced toward the kitchen where Sanji alternated between a saucepan on the stove and his search of the ceiling.

“Nope,” Nami sighed. “Not yet.”

“Robin didn’t give anything away, either.”

“She paid Hawkins to decorate,” Nami explained. “She doesn’t know where it is.”

“We are so fucking screwed.”

It was then she realized who Robin meant to set her up with. Nami bolted off the couch and quickly put a safe distance between her and Zoro.

“What?” He scowled at her as she backed away.

“Stay away from me tonight,” she warned. “Far away.”

His scowl deepened to show his displeasure, so she hissed quietly for only him to hear. “She told me she had someone in mind for me.” His eyes widened as he came to his own realization. “We’re the only two survivors here.”

“Shit,” he hissed as he stood from the couch. She took two steps away from him, but he held up a hand to stop her. “Different rooms at all times. We walk away every time we see each other. Got it?”

“Got it,” she agreed.

With that said, he spun away to stalk toward the kitchen. If there was mistletoe in there, he and Sanji would end it in blows. Robin would be forced to move it from that hiding spot, and then Nami would be able to get a hint from her as to where it might be.

In the meantime, Nami had to come up with a new plan. She had a feeling that she would get caught with someone, so her best bet was to stick to people she didn’t mind kissing. Or, at least kissing them wouldn’t make her heart beat out of her chest like the very thought of kissing Zoro did to her.

As the guests trickled in, she assessed each one. Robin wouldn’t let her stick to her long, not with her own interests, but if Nami could arrange it, she wouldn’t mind kissing her. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper would be like kissing brothers, and she could charge them. Well, maybe not Chopper. He was too sweet to put in much debt. The other two would definitely see their debts double if she kissed them. Sanji was a no, if only because his determination to kiss any girl there made her want to avoid him altogether. She could charge him, too. Triple his debt. That wouldn’t be so bad. Assuming he stayed conscious long enough to kiss her, and knowing him, he would likely pass out first. She could always tell him they kissed and charge him accordingly, anyway.

Franky was… well, a maybe. He was a pervert, but not of the same sort as Sanji, so she could probably tolerate it. But, she would rather not. Brook was a huge no. The old man would ask to see her panties. At least she could punch him and storm off.

Jinbei wouldn’t be so bad. He was a sweet man. There might be some baggage there, but it wouldn’t be awful, and he’d respect her enough to keep it chaste. Could probably get away with a kiss on the cheek and maybe satisfy everyone. Hachi would be awkward, but she could handle something chaste with him, too. Despite the baggage. Anything more would upset Kiemi, anyway, and she wasn’t about to do that. She would be fine kissing Kiemi, though.

When Vivi arrived, she decided she could latch onto her. Kohza might have a problem with it if she got caught with Vivi under the mistletoe, but the princess was the ideal option for a kiss, in her opinion. Her boyfriend could deal with it.

To her surprise, Law showed up. He wouldn’t be bad, if only because he would brush it off as nothing. Bepo was fine, too. His other friends, maybe not. She could charge them for it. Unfortunately, that group only lingered in the foyer while Law assessed the decorations on the ceiling. He realized what Robin was up to instantly, frowned at the hostess, and waved at his friends to hand over a couple of bottles of wine and brandy while he spun around and walked out without looking back once. There went that option.

Kid and his friends came next. He glared at the ceiling, but shrugged the scheme off. One year he had gotten caught with Apoo. He shouted, “Fuck that,” punched Apoo in the face, and turned the party into a massive fist-fight between all the guys there. She was surprised Robin invited them at all after that, but Kid was fun to party with when his temper wasn’t set off. He might not be awful, either. Another year he had been with Killer when he walked under mistletoe. That time he shrugged it off, kissed his best friend on the cheek, and then walked off to grab a beer. If he acted that nonchalant with her, it could be tolerable. Maybe. She would rather avoid it, just because his reaction was too unpredictable.

Killer would be okay. His reaction would be predictable and level-headed. A better option to Kid.

Apoo was a no.

Capone was another no. It helped he was happily married and kept his wife at his side as he made his rounds of the guests. That made it easier to rule him out. His wife, Chiffon, might be an option, except she was sure Capone would kill anyone who touched her. Tradition be damned.

Bonney was a good option. She settled in the kitchen to demand food from Sanji, along with Luffy. Nami doubted she would break away from her meals long enough to get caught, anyway. But, if it happened, she would be fine with that.

Drake wouldn’t be so bad. He was handsome and quiet and nice. He would probably blush brighter than Kid’s hair, too. That could at least make it amusing for her. But, he stuck around Robin and Franky most of the night, listening as Robin explained the history of the shoes lining the front of the fireplace, each one stuffed with carrots and apples and gourds – offerings to Odin’s horse, another Yule tradition to fit her theme.

When Hawkins and his friends arrived, her plans shifted slightly. He settled in an armchair by the fire and began to play with his tarot cards, but she caught him glance around the room from time to time. He knew where the mistletoe was. If she watched him long enough, he might give it away. She hoped. The bastard had the best poker face she had ever seen. He put Law’s stoic expressions to shame.

He made eye contact with her once and slowly shook his head. She had no idea what message he meant to convey, but she imagined it could not bode well for her.

Zoro was right – they were screwed.

She went back to her original plan – avoid Zoro at all costs. Hawkins had a freakish sort of premonition that stacked the odds against her, but she wouldn’t give up. She would survive another mistletoe season. She had to.

She tried to focus on having fun, as much as she could, while keeping an eye out for Zoro. Avoiding him at a party took away some of the fun for her. They were rarely far from each other at parties, after all. She was the only one out of their friends who could drink with him without passing out. If Law had been there, he might have latched onto him as a new drinking buddy. Instead she caught him hanging out with Kid and Killer, the former the only other person there who could keep up with his drinking. Nami shifted between groups, though stuck close to Vivi or Chopper most of the night.

She loved all of her friends, and liked, or at least tolerated, her acquaintances, but forcing herself to stay away from Zoro was harder than she expected, even with the others to keep her company. She wanted to spend time with all of her friends that night, not actively move around the room to keep at a distance from Zoro. She wanted to crack open her new bottle of wine and see how long it would take for her and Zoro to finish it off. She knew from experience that it wouldn’t take long for them, but it was still fun to see if they could drink it faster.

Zoro was her oldest friend at the party, next to Luffy. Despite their regular bickering, she enjoyed being around him. She liked his presence. She felt safe. She felt understood, sometimes to a frustrating degree that made her want to strangle him when he saw through her mask. They argued frequently, but they always ended up on the same side in the end, and they did agree on far more than most expected. Bickering just came naturally to them, and it never contained any true malice. He respected her, and she respected him, and they found a way toward the middle when they needed to. Zoro didn’t coddle her. He called her out when he thought she needed it. He trusted her enough to follow her lead, even if he didn’t understand or agree with whatever she was doing. He knew when to shield her, and he knew when to let her fight on her own.

She always felt that there might be something there, but she was always too afraid to pursue it. She was comfortable as friends. It was easier as friends. She couldn’t get hurt and she couldn’t destroy a good thing if they stayed in that comfort zone they had forged over the years.

It didn’t help that she had no clue what he might feel for her, other than friendship. He was difficult to read in that area.

Whatever he felt, he obviously wanted to remain in their comfortable friendship, too. He was as adamant about avoiding her as she was with him.

They had a few close calls that night. She needed to use the bathroom and literally ran into him in the hall. She darted into the linen closet before anyone noticed them together, just in case the mistletoe was near. Zoro sighed outside the closet door, gave it three knocks, and then walked away while she counted to three, caught her breath, and willed her heart to stop racing.

The next close call came in the kitchen. She had wandered in because she smelled fresh cookies and wanted one. She had last seen Zoro on the back deck with Luffy and Usopp, so she thought it was safe. To her surprise, he was in the kitchen, mixing a glass of eggnog that she knew was almost entirely rum. His eyes went wide as he held the ladle of eggnog over his glass of rum. She froze at the kitchen entryway.

“Eggnog?” he grunted quietly as he glanced around for anyone that might spot them within three feet of each other.

“Cookies,” she said, pointing at the tray sitting beside the stove.

He nodded in understanding, emptied the ladle into his cup, and then slowly backed away until he was hidden in Robin’s pantry.

“So, having fun yet?” he asked from behind the pantry door while she grabbed two cookies.

She snorted in response. “How about you?”

“Oh yeah, total blast,” he answered sarcastically. “Always dreamed of spending part of a Christmas party drinking alone in a pantry.”

She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. “Well, I’m done in here. It’ll be safe for you to come out in a minute.”

He grunted in response. She didn’t hear the pantry door swing open until she was in the dining room, plenty of time to get to the fireplace and settle in to listen to another of Robin’s history lessons while Zoro found somewhere else to be.

After Sanji had served the main meal of the party, Nami drifted out to the back deck for a breath of fresh air. The party would begin to wind down now that everyone had eaten, but it would still take a few hours before anyone left. She needed a break to relax and prepare herself for the last hours of avoiding Zoro.

She cupped her mulled wine close in the chilly weather as she leaned over the deck’s railing. The din of the party trickled out but hardly took away from the peaceful night outside. The cold air and threat of snow kept everyone inside for most of the night, providing her with a perfect respite.

The noise of the party grew louder as the back door slid open behind her and then shut to seal out the shouts and laughs again. Nami glanced back to see who joined her and balked at the sight of Zoro rubbing his arms as he casually approached her.

“Zoro,” she hissed in warning.

He raised a hand in surrender. “It’s fine,” he said. “Unless Hawkins arranged for a drone, we ain’t getting caught out here.” He pointed to the cloudy sky above them. “Seriously, even Robin can’t be that determined to catch us.”

Nami breathed a sigh of relief. He had a good point there.

“So, what are you doing out here alone?” he asked as he leaned over the railing beside her. He held his own cup of mulled wine, the steam coiling up beneath his nose as he took a sip.

“Needed some air.” She shrugged. “Too much to drink. And Robin just told the story of Krampus to Chopper.” She shuddered. Chopper will have nightmares for weeks. “That lore doesn’t even have anything to do with Yule.”

Zoro snorted. “Yeah, but she likes her creepy stories. She already talked about that Wild Hunt myth connected to Yule, anyway.”

“Only Robin would tell ghost stories on Christmas,” Nami sighed. She couldn’t hold it against her, though. Robin loved history, loved ancient worlds, lost legends and myths. Every holiday was steeped in old traditions, twisted and altered with time, and Robin always made an effort to unravel the old mysteries and explain how we came to celebrate certain days of the year. The tales were interesting, though Nami would still prefer to not think of ghosts walking the Earth and an evil creature hunting down naughty children. Give her Santa and his reindeer, Christmas trees and lights, presents – lots of presents, and all the good food and liquor. That was all she needed for the winter holidays. She would even take the mistletoe over the undead. “Oh, have you figured out where the mistletoe is, yet?”

“That bastard Hawkins hasn’t given anything away,” Zoro grumbled. “Hope you never have to play him at poker. He’d kick your ass.”

Nami snorted in agreement. “What about the friends he brought with him? They’re easier to read. Maybe we should watch them?”

Zoro shrugged. “Only a few more hours left in the party. Hawkins never stays to the very end of these things. Once he’s gone, then no one will know where the mistletoe is and we can go back to normal.”

“Unless he tells someone,” she pointed out.

“If he told anyone, it would be Robin. If we watch that exchange, she’ll give it away. Probably,” he explained.

Nami hummed in thought. That might work out well. Robin might be good at keeping secrets, but a person’s eyes tended to give the best tells, no matter how well they controlled it. She would glance wherever Hawkins told her to look. She wouldn’t be able to control it.

“So, where’s my Christmas present?” Zoro asked suddenly, drawing her attention to his grin. “I know you got me one.”

She laughed. “I dropped your debt by a quarter.”

“That’s it?” He frowned. “Swore Luffy told me you were expecting a package from China or something.”

“That idiot,” she grumbled. “He can never keep a secret.”

“You should never have told him anything.”

“He got on my computer and saw the email with the shipping information,” she explained. “And it’s not China, by the way, it’s from Japan.”

Zoro perked up at the clue. “Sake?”

Nami rolled her eyes. “Way to ruin the surprise… Yes, it’s sake. I was supposed to have it a couple of days ago, but a storm slowed the shipment.”

A breeze picked up and Nami shivered. She would have to go back inside soon, but if this was the safest place for her and Zoro to talk for a while, she would endure the cold.

As she rubbed her arms, Zoro shifted closer. His arm brushed hers. The heat radiating off his body warmed her as he leaned in. He said nothing, but she knew he was trying to keep her warm. She didn’t thank him, only pressed closer to show her gratitude.

“I have a six pack of a new seasonal beer at home I planned to share with you,” she said. “To make up for your present being delayed.”

“You’re being pretty generous this year.” He chuckled. “At least with the liquor. Not so much the debt.”

“No, I think the debt is pretty generous. I only forgave a fifth of everyone else’s debt this year.”

Zoro lifted his brow in surprise. “Really? What did I do to get the special treatment?”

She shrugged. “Just felt like forgiving more. You have the highest debt out of everyone, anyway, even after the forgiveness.”

He snorted. “What’s it at again?”

“Eight-hundred thousand, five-hundred-twenty-three. Oh, and six cents.”

“So, I had broken a million before?” he asked. He laughed when she nodded. “Who has the next highest after me?”

“It’s a tie between Sanji and Brook. Just over six-hundred thousand each.”

“Surprised the love-cook isn’t higher. How many times has he caught a peek at you in the bath?”

“He cooks for me to make up for some of the fines,” she explained. “And does my errands for me.”

“He’d do that without the fines,” he pointed out.

“True, which is why I don’t bring down the charges as much as I do for you when you do favors for me.”

“I keep getting special treatment from you.” He chuckled. “Almost feels good to know you aren’t a total witch toward me. Would be better if you forgave all of it.”

“That will never happen.” She laughed. “And your debt is different from Sanji’s. Yours is almost entirely interest on loans. He rarely borrows money from me. Everything he owes comes from fines.”

“I haven’t borrowed that much from you,” he shouted incredulously.

“Interest, Zoro. Interest. Three-hundred percent, remember?”

He looked away with a frustrated hiss. “Tsh, robbing me blind, I swear.”

“I am a cat-thief.”

“And we’re supposed to be friends. You shouldn’t be stealing from your friends.”

“And I don’t steal from you. I explicitly state the terms of repayment each time you borrow money from me. You have the option to decline the loan, but you never do. By taking the money, you agree to the terms, and thus end up in debt. It’s your own fault. If you don’t believe you are capable of holding up your end of an agreement, then you shouldn’t make promises so lightly.” She tilted back the last of her wine. “Don’t blame me for your own failings.”

She felt him flinch and glanced over to see him hang his head with a drawn-out sigh. She nudged his shoulder and smiled when he slanted his gaze toward her, his annoyed glower firmly in place.

“I have to babysit for Capone and Chiffon next week. Help me out and I’ll forgive another five-thousand.”

“That hardly puts a dent in it,” he huffed.

“So? It’s better than nothing. At least I’m not forcing you to repay it all in cash. Then again, you don’t have the money, so it would be a waste of my time.”

“Greedy, manipulative witch,” he muttered under his breath. She smacked him upside the head and he stood straight to snarl down at her as he rubbed the back of his head. “What? It’s true. You use your loans and fines to enslave people to your whims.”

Nami shrugged. “I know. I’m cruel and evil and going to hell all for indebting my friends to me. Don’t care. You’re helping me babysit or I’ll make you rob a bank to pay me back.”

He slumped over as he grumbled a string of curses. “Fine, I’ll help you babysit.”

“Thank you,” she chirped as she snagged his arm to hug it. “I’m going back inside for more wine. Are you going to stay out here?”

Another breeze swirled around them, cold enough to make Zoro shiver. “Nah, too cold. But go inside first, just in case the mistletoe’s around the door.”

She hid her disappointment with a smile. She wanted to hang out with him longer. But, it was cold, and she didn’t want anyone coming outside to interrupt them. They could always see each other later.

She turned for the door, but paused to look at him. “Hey, how about you come over later. We can crack open that beer with no threat of mistletoe to ruin it.”

Zoro’s head bowed as he tried to stifle a laugh. She knew the faint pink on his cheeks and ears was from the cold, but she wished it was from a blush at the thought of having her under the mistletoe.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed.

Excited and anxious, she turned to head inside. As much as she loved her friends, she couldn’t wait for the party to be over so she could spend some time alone with Zoro. No interruptions. No hiding in pantries and closets. Just the two of them drinking and laughing and arguing like normal.

It was too bad the back door was stuck. She yanked on the handle to slide it open, only to have it stay firmly in place. She glared at the handle and lock. It had to be stuck. It was cold. Maybe some water froze in the casing and she just needed to break it to open the door.

“What the hell are you doing, Nami?” Zoro called to her from the opposite end of the deck.

“It’s stuck,” she called to him. It had to be stuck. There was no way anyone would lock them out. Right? She was just paranoid when she thought that for a brief moment. If it was locked, it was probably an accident.

“Here, let me do it,” Zoro grumbled as he stomped toward the door.

Nami ignored him as she searched the mostly empty dining room for someone to unlock the door. The first person she spotted, though, sent a chill through her that was colder than the wind outside.

Basil Hawkins sat in a chair at the head of the table, his tarot cards spread out before him, and his gaze fixed on hers. She pounded on the door, hoping that he had just moved from the spot by the fire to have a better surface for his cards.

“Hawkins, let me in,” she called through the glass.

He shook his head and she felt all color drawn from her face as he mouthed one word – fate. A finger raised, pointed up, and she followed the signal to look above her.

The mistletoe was outside the whole time.

She pounded on the door in a panic then.

“Let me in,” she screamed. “Someone! Anyone! Let me in!”

“What’s going on? It’s just stuck right?” Zoro asked, right behind her.

She screeched at how close he was, spun around, and shoved him away. “Stay back.”

“What the hell, Nami?” he shouted. “Have you lost-” He cut himself off when she pointed up. His jaw dropped when he noticed the mistletoe. The flush in his cheeks drained away. “Shit.”

“Yeah, stay put,” she ordered. Hawkins saw them, but no one else had. She should be okay. The bastard was creepy, but he wouldn’t call them out. Would he?

She spun back around to pound on the door again, but hesitated when she found Vivi and Robin standing on the other side. Both women smiled knowingly as they sipped their wine.

Oh, that bastard ratted them out.

“Let me in,” she demanded as she tried the handle again.

“Not until we see a kiss,” Robin said, while Vivi nodded in agreement.

“Please,” she whined and smacked her hand against the glass. “Please, Vivi. You can’t let her do this to us.”

Vivi wagged a finger at her and shook her head. “You cannot defy the mistletoe tradition. If you refuse the kiss, you’ll have bad luck for a year.”

“What?” she shrieked. “But Zoro isn’t even under the mistletoe with me. He hasn’t asked for a kiss, either. Therefore, no bad luck. I’m safe. Let me in.”

“We saw you push him away,” Robin said. “You cannot cheat.”

She had to think fast. They couldn’t force her to do this. She looked to the side, at the fence lining the property. She could make a run for it, leap the fence, and sprint to the front door to get inside before they locked it. Zoro can figure out his own escape plan, it was every person for themselves when Robin’s mistletoe was involved. He might end up on the other side of town, but this was an emergency and his shitty sense of direction might save them. They couldn’t kiss if they were miles apart.

“I’ve already locked the front door,” Vivi sang.

“Traitor,” Nami shrieked back as she slammed a fist into the thick glass.

“There are guards at all the windows, too,” Robin added. “No breaking and entering.”

Nami slid down the glass and let out a loud wail. She heard Zoro approach. Was he just going to give up? She thought he had more resolve than that.

He pounded on the glass above her. “Oi! Where’s that shit-cook? Hey, are you just going to leave Nami out here like this?” he hollered.

Nami perked up. That’s right. Sanji wouldn’t stand for this to happen. He would let her inside.

She spotted him curled up in the corner, his eyes dark shadows of despair. She knocked on the door until he glanced toward her and she gave him her best pleading pout. “Sanji,” she whined cutely. “Save me.”

He shifted, twitched, looked prepared to help, but froze with one look toward Robin and Vivi.

“You’re not allowed to help her this time,” Robin ordered.

“I’ll let you see me topless,” Nami said, hoping the temptation would overrule whatever agreement he made with the other women. “No charge.”

“Sanji, don’t listen to her. You know it’s a trick,” Vivi called to him.

She watched the struggle play out on his face. He wanted to believe her offer, more than anything, but he couldn’t refuse the other two women. His perversion and strange sense of gentleman’s chivalry warred with each other until finally he gave up with a wail as loud as her own.

“I’m sorry, Nami! They made me promise!” he yelled. “I didn’t want to! But… I’ll erase his kiss with my own if I must!”

She slumped forward and slammed her forehead into the door. Of course, he would decide on that course, even though he knew she wouldn’t allow it, either.

“Useless pervert,” she heard Zoro mutter above her before releasing a heavy sigh. He grabbed her arm and hauled her up. “Let’s get this over with.”

“What? We can’t.” She fought at his grip, but he jerked her against his chest and captured her chin to force her gaze to his. “Please, Zoro,” she whispered.

“They ain’t going to let us in if we don’t. They won this round,” he argued.

“They haven’t. I can still run away. We go in opposite directions, we’ll be miles apart, and they can’t make us do anything.”

“I have your car keys, Nami,” Robin said through the door. “Your house keys, too.”

“Damn it,” she hissed. “I can just walk. And I know how to pick my own locks. No big deal. If that isn’t an option, I’ll just walk to Nojiko’s.”

“That’ll take you three days on foot,” Zoro said. “Just give up. We’re not winning this time.”

She whined and stomped her foot. “Can’t you just break the glass?” she suggested. “You’re always wanting to cut your way through problems. Now is the ideal time for you to do that.”

His hold on her chin loosened as he considered that option. He glanced at the door and then grimaced. She followed his gaze to see Robin’s dark smile.

“Break down this door and you will regret it,” Robin warned.

“Remember, Nami, a year of bad luck,” Vivi said. “And we had Hawkins confirm this. He says your fortune is dark and bleak and filled with death if you walk away from this.”

Her whole body went numb. That fortune had to be a lie. There was no way breaking a stupid tradition could cause something like that. It was just a myth.

She glanced over Robin’s and Vivi’s shoulders to catch Hawkins’ nod. “Eighty-five percent probability of demise.”

“You are lying,” she accused, then turned to glare at Robin and Vivi. “This isn’t funny. End this now.”

“We will. As soon as you two kiss.”

Nami growled. “I will make you pay for this, Robin,” she warned. “You, too, Vivi. Don’t play innocent, you’ve been in on it the whole time.” Vivi giggled in response. “Traitors. Every one of you.”

Zoro snagged her chin again and turned her back to him. “Let’s get this over with,” he whispered. “You can charge me for it if you want.”

Before she could agree to that, he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. Her lips tingled with the hint of warmth and she gasped, only to have it muffled as he pressed his lips to hers harder. She kissed back on instinct and reveled in the sensation of how well their lips molded together. That initial warmth turned into a true fire as the tingling spread from her lips, down her neck, through her chest, filling her with heat that made her forget the cold around them.

She wasn’t sure how long the kiss would last, how long it was supposed to last. As his hand cupped her cheek and he shifted to draw her closer with his arm secure around her waist, she decided that it didn’t matter. She wanted the kiss to go for as long as possible.

But then the lock on the door clicked and Zoro began to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open to see his face still intimately close to hers. His cheeks were red, his eyes half-shut and foggy. His gaze darted down to her lips, back to her eyes, and then back to her lips as he leaned in again.

A roar of cheers inside broke them apart before they could give in to the urge to kiss again. Nami stumbled back against the railing as she trembled. She couldn’t say if her shaking was from the cold, or excitement, or anger, or shock. She was feeling too many emotions to discern which was strongest. Zoro stepped back, covered his mouth with a fist, and couldn’t seem to look at her as he cleared his throat.

This was it. This was the start of awkward, uncomfortable exchanges. They would avoid each other as much as possible, never look each other in the eye again. If they ever found some sense of normalcy, this moment would still be ingrained in their memories, ready to spring up and destroy it all over again with one simple reminder. This was the moment she wanted to avoid far more than the kiss itself.

“Nami –” he began.

“Don’t,” she warned as she tore open the back door and shoved her way through their friends. Traitors. Each and every one of them. She was going to charge them so much for this stunt, their children would still be paying for it. And she would hunt them down to the lowest pits of hell when her time came.

She charged into the guest bedroom where Robin had left everyone’s coats and purses on the bed. She thought to search for her things, but she didn’t want to leave the party, she just needed to breathe and fight off the sting of tears burning her eyes. She slammed the door shut to signal that she needed privacy and tossed herself onto the mountain of coats to hide away and collect her emotions.

Some idiot still knocked at the door.

“Go away,” she yelled.

The door opened, anyway.

“Nami,” Zoro sighed. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic.”

She shot her head up to glare and threw a pillow at him. It slammed into his face. His angry shout was almost cathartic to hear.

“What the hell is your problem?” he shouted as he slammed the door behind and tossed the pillow back at her. “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”

“You didn’t want to get caught under the mistletoe any more than I did! You should understand why I’m upset,” she yelled back.

“I didn’t care! I just wanted to avoid it because I don’t want people meddling in our business,” he hollered. She gaped at him as he scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He was trying to calm himself. He didn’t want to argue with her about this. If that was the case, then why did he come after her? “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”

“What?” she asked, stunned at the remark. Was he saying what she thought he was saying.

Zoro growled as he came to sit on the end of the bed by her feet. He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and sighed. “Why are you so upset about this, Nami?” he asked, quieter and calmer. “Did you really not want to kiss me?”

She pursed her lips and looked away. Old habits told her to lie, to not let him know that she might feel something more for him. But when she dared to glance at him, she saw the same hard, scrutinizing glare that always saw through her lies.

“No,” she admitted quietly, “that isn’t it.” She pushed herself up to sit beside him, careful to leave a foot of space between them. She refused to look at him again. “I didn’t want to make things weird between us.”

Zoro snorted. “Well, you’re doing a fine job of it now.”

She shot him a hard glare, but it wavered as he shifted and closed some of the gap between them, and she looked away again. “It’s your fault I’m like this,” she huffed.

“What? How is it my fault? I didn’t do anything.”

“You kissed me!”

“I was supposed to! It was either that, or freeze our asses off because you’re too stubborn to take a risk!”

She gasped. “I’m not the stubborn one. You’re the stubborn one!”

“How am I the stubborn one when you’re the one who was ready to run for three days, in the middle of the fucking winter, to escape a stupid plant and its stupider tradition!?” he yelled.

She opened her mouth to argue, then snapped it shut when she found no reasonable comeback. She hated when he had a point. “It’s still your fault,” she huffed, ever stubborn in her choice of blame.

He let out a sardonic laugh as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, sulking. “Was the kiss that awful? Is that why you’re pissed at me?”

This time she allowed herself to lie. She was not about to tell him that it was warm and gentle and intoxicating, that she could smell the cinnamon and nutmeg from the wine, and taste the berries on his lips. She could feel her cheeks heating just thinking about it. She was not about to admit to it.

“Your lips are dry and cracked from the cold,” she bit out. “It was like kissing bark or something.”

She fought against the urge to fidget as Zoro sat in silence beside her. She tightened her arms around her and glared at the corner of the room while she waited for him to say something. It felt as if an eternity had passed before she heard the first low chuckle. When it turned into full laughter, she finally turned to glare at him.

“What’s so funny?” she shrieked.

“You’re a much better liar than that, Nami,” he said through his laughter. He fell back on the bed, clutching his stomach.

She wanted nothing more than to smack him. Or kiss him. Her urges were getting confused with him again.

When he wouldn’t stop laughing, she finally settled on hitting him; right in the gut. He curled in on himself, wheezing, but still let a few chuckles slip out between curses.

“Don’t laugh!” she yelled.

He forced himself to sit up, clutching his gut as he caught his breath. “Can’t help it. That was the dumbest excuse you’ve ever given.”

“Like you could come up with better,” she huffed.

“I wouldn’t bother,” he said flatly. “I didn’t mind kissing you. I wanted to kiss you.”

She had suspected that was the direction the conversation was going in, but to hear him admit it so bluntly surprised her. “You couldn’t even look at me after,” she said. “It was awkward for you, too.”

“The only awkward thing about it was the nosy audience,” he explained, then sighed as he moved closer. His leg brushed hers and she wanted to hate how that little touch sent a pleasant tingle through her. “As I said, that wasn’t how I wanted it to happen, but I wanted to kiss you. Just… in our own time.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away. She noticed his cheeks and ears had reddened again. This time she knew it wasn’t from the cold. “We’ve always had things going on, goals that were more important. I wasn’t going to do anything to distract either of us from what we wanted to accomplish. But it’s always been there, at the back of my mind. When the time was right, I would have acted on my own.”

She couldn’t help but snort. “It’s been over two years. When would that have been?”

He glared. “Eventually. Soon. I don’t know. Whenever it felt right. But, if this was how fate arranged it to happen, then that’s how it is. I’m not turning back, unless you don’t want to pursue this.”

“Pursue what exactly?” she turned toward him.

Zoro growled and gestured between them. “This. Us.” He sighed. “Kissing without mistletoe, whenever we damn well want, without other people nosing into it.”

“Are you saying that you want to date me?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “If you want to.”

She wanted to, but she was still worried that it would change too much between them.

“Nothing will change,” he reassured. “At least nothing important. I’ll make sure of it. And Luffy’s already told me that if I ever break your heart, he’ll beat me up. Even if we’re friends.”

Nami laughed. “When did he say this?”

“Back when we first met,” he said, slowly smiling. She always thought he had the best smile. It was rare to see, but it was infectious.

“He’s known this long, and he never gave it away? That isn’t possible.”

“It is when I threatened to cut out his tongue if he said anything to you,” he laughed.

She smacked his arm. “You threatened your best friend into silence?”

He rolled his eyes. “You do it all the time, don’t get all high and mighty on me.”

“I don’t threaten to cut things out!”

“Yes, you have.”

“Once. I made that threat once! And I specifically said that I would have you cut it out, not me. I don’t get my hands dirty,” she argued with a playful shove.

What could have turned into their normal argument, ended in laughter as he hooked an arm around her head and squeezed her against him.

“So? Is that a yes to this?” he asked once their laughter died away.

She relaxed against him with a sigh. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to see where things went.”

“Good. Then, get up. Let’s go.”

She could hear him grinning as he spoke while shoving her away.

“Go? Go where?” she asked as she stood.

He dug through the coats and didn’t answer until he found hers and tossed it at her. He snatched his coat and turned to her with a grin. “I got you a bottle of wine you still need to open, and you said there’s a case a beer waiting for me in your fridge.”

“You want to leave the party right now? To drink? There’s plenty of liquor here,” she pointed out, even as she slipped on her coat.

“Yeah, but there’s also prying eyes, and we never got a chance to hang out the whole night. And after the stunt they just pulled on us, no one can blame us for walking out,” he argued.

“I suppose you have a point there,” she relented.

“I know I have a point,” he said as he grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the bedroom.

She stifled her laughter as he dragged her to the living room. She hadn’t expected him to be this eager to spend time alone with her, at least not this quickly. She wasn’t complaining, though.

Robin waited for them in the foyer, her bottle of wine and keys in hand.

“Thank you for coming, you two,” she said, as though it had been a perfectly normal evening and that she hadn’t set them up.

Zoro grunted, snatched the wine from her, and continued out the front door. Nami forced him to stop as she turned back to address the others in the room.

“I’ve added five-hundred thousand to all of your debts,” she called out with a grin and cheerful wave. “Merry Christmas.”

She didn’t wait around for anyone to argue the charges. She should have charged double that, but she supposed it was the holidays and the trick they played ended better than she expected it to.

Zoro pulled her all the way to her car, but stopped her at the driver’s side door. She cocked her head when he turned to face her with a wide grin.

“One more,” he said as he raised his arm over his head.

“One more?” She followed his arm to see a sprig of green leaves in his hand, held right over them. She couldn’t help but laugh as she plucked the plant from his fingertips. “This is holly, Zoro.”

“What?” He took the twig back and scrutinized it. “What’s the difference?”

She laughed again as she reached up to cup his warm cheeks in her hands. “Idiot,” she said without malice.

“Oi,” he began to growl, but she cut him off as she pushed onto her toes and brushed a gentle kiss to his lips.

She pulled back to smile at his shocked expression. “My idiot.”

He glared for a brief second, but it quickly turned into another grin. He tossed the holly away, wrapped her up in his arms, and stole her lips for the kiss she really wanted from him.

They didn’t need the mistletoe for an excuse to kiss again, but she hoped they got caught under it for all the Christmases to come.

#roronoa zoro #nami #zonami #zona #fic: Mistletoe Fate #rating: T #verse: au #OPfic #OP K thru T #OPAU #;one shot #zonamievents

[drowninginzonami]

Snowed In

Day 26 for ZoNami Holiday Events, hosted by @zonamievents! I had so much fun writing this, I haven’t been this motivated to write in a while! Enjoy!

The first thing that crossed Nami's mind when she woke up was that she didn't want to get out of bed.

The second thing that crossed her mind was that she could see fat white snowflakes drifting past her window.

She shot up from the bed, throwing off her blanket and pressing her face to the window. "Zoro!"

She heard him groan behind her. "Leave me alone," he mumbled.

"Snow! Zoro, look!" She cracked open the window and stuck her head outside.

She heard him grunt in annoyance before he shuffled out of bed and joined her at the window. He rubbed his eyes and squinted out the window. "Snow?"

Her giggle turned into a laugh as a snowflake settled on her tongue. "I haven't seen snow since I was a kid."

"So this is what snow is?" He reached out, flinching when a snowflake landed on his finger. "This is the first time I've ever seen it."

She drew back and leaned her head on his shoulder. For a minute, they stood together, watching the snow drift to the ground.

Finally, Zoro pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled away. "You know," he said, the ghost of a grin on his face, "I think we still might have that sled you bought a few years ago."

The rising sun outside was nothing compared to her smile.

#zonami holiday 2017 #zonami #zonami fic #zona #zona fic #zonami fanfic #zona fanfic #mer writes #drowninginzonami #swordgust #zonamievents

[prinzart]

Here’s my piece for ZoNami BANG! BANG!, hosted by @zonamievents~

Depicted is a scene from @just-quintessentially-me‘s fanfic counterpart, Fracture. Give it a read for some awesome ZoNami angst. ;)))

#art #opgraphics #zonamievents #zona #zonami #zonami bang bang

[evilishei]

Just a reminder that THIS will be happening from July 27th-31st at @zonamievents!

Hope you can join us celebrate this event! 💚🧡

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonamievents #roronoa zoro #nami #swordgust

[zonamievents]

✨Who’s ready to ring in the new year with some ZoNa? ✨

For Valentine’s Day, February 14th, I’ll be hosting a special kind of ZoNa event called the ZoNa Jukebox Valentine event! The idea is:

pick a song that inspires you to create something ZoNa related (any genre, any era, any nationality of music works!)

choose one lyric (minimum) from the song of your choice and integrate it into your event creation! It can be said by a character, it can be seen in the background of an art piece, so long as it’s clearly utilized somewhere in your submission.

On Valentine’s Day, tag @zonamievents and use the tag #ZoNaJukebox for me to find your lovely submission and share it here on the blog!

❤️ Feel free to ask any questions by submitting an ask to the blog, and I’ll be more than happy to answer them! Please share this post as well so we can reach as many ZoNa fans as we can! 💚🧡

#ZoNaJukebox #zona #zonami #zoroxnami #swordgust

[eirist]

Scent of Christmas

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: A ZoNa Holiday Events is up at Tumblr for the month of December. We got selected themes for each day and we’d love other ZoNa shippers to join and celebrate our favorite couple with holiday-themed fanarts and fanfics! Feel free to check it here: @zonamievents

I am late, so late for the other themes and for this event. But still, I cannot pass this opportunity to make something for my favorite pairing. So here’s one. Just a cozy, not even that romantic one-shot.

Theme: #11 – Scent of Christmas

Summary: Right now Nami is almost at her wits end trying to figure out why Zoro, of all people, was coming and going in the library while she was in there working.

It was the sixth time he had stepped inside the library that day.

Nami could count on her fingers how many times Zoro was able to get himself lost in the Sunny’s library in day—sometimes once and sometimes zero.

But never more. Especially if she was inside it and drawing her maps.

He knows she doesn’t like distractions when she’s charting. It’s almost the same as when he was working out in the crow’s nest and didn’t like anyone going up and interrupting him.

That is the unspoken rule. Their unspoken rule. And the whole crew knows it. No interruptions unless it was absolutely necessary—like someone better be dying necessary.

So right now Nami is almost at her wits end trying to figure out why Zoro, of all people, was coming and going in the library while she was in there working.

He does nothing while inside. He doesn’t talk to her. All he ever did was gave a slight nod to indicate he was aware that she was there and then goes to sit on the farthest part of the bench, close to where they placed the Christmas tree the day before. After a few minutes he would stand up, nod at her again and leave the room.

And Nami was dumbfounded.

“What’s going on?” She blurted out when he finally stood up to leave after another instance of him silently sitting inside the library. Zoro was officially distracting her and in the last minutes they kept on glancing at each other to the point that it had turned awkward.

“Nothing.”

That’s it? That’s all he is going to say?

Nami turned her body to his direction so she could fully look at him. “Why do you keep going in here if it’s nothing?” Her hands made the ‘air quotes’ gesture at the word nothing to emphasized her point.

“Can’t I?” Zoro asked with one raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be difficult,” Nami folded her arms across her chest. As much as she wanted to throw her ink bottle at him, she was also trying not to get irate or she’d lost her mapping mood. “Do you need anything?” She tried again.

He just shook his head. “Nothing.” He repeated again. “Don’t mind it.”

With that he just gave her a dismissive wave of his hand and without another word, exited the library.

Nami was left to slumped back on her chair with a confused expression on her face.

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After that Zoro didn’t came inside the library any more. Nami had timed his coming and goings. The green-haired man might not realize it but he did have some actions that are pretty predictable that she can easily discern them.

Like some of the things he did are kind of habitual. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out Zoro’s everyday schedule. Except when he gets lost or when he is fighting.

So it really didn’t take much for Nami to figure it out his weird routine that day. It only stopped because she finally called it to attention.

But of course, Zoro is just as stubborn as her. And when he wants to do something, he’s not gonna let anyone stop him.

Only this time he didn’t bother going inside the library and he just stood outside the door and after a few minutes he walks away.

And that, that was driving her crazy.

What in the seven seas is he doing?!

Nami was now ready to tear her hair out. She cannot concentrate anymore. Instead of paying attention to her maps, her attention was drawn to the library’s door where he lingered outside for reasons only Kami knows why.

And she spent the whole time he was out there staring at the brown, wooden door that separated him and her, wondering.

This went on up until dinner time. And Nami was so ready to confront him again. And this time no more niceties. This time there will definitely be some fining and punching.

But Zoro disappeared before her dinner was even finished. Either the idiot went up the crow’s nest for a post-dinner work-out or a post-dinner nap.

Or he knows she plans on talking to him and made his prompt escape to avoid her.

She headed back to the library, mentally reminding herself that if Zoro so much as hover outside the door again, she’s gonna put him on a chokehold to make him spit out way why he’s being odd.

When she opened the door to get back to her maps, she stopped short.

She was holed up inside for so long that she didn’t even noticed it anymore. Sitting and bending down her desk to make the perfect maps must’ve immuned her to it.

Their library had never looked this festive before. The Straw Hats did decorate it yesterday in preparation for Christmas. They had hung decorated wreaths and ornaments all around the room and erected a Christmas tree that boys cut down from the island where they were docked. There were big scented candles in red, green and white that she and Robin had carefully hand-picked and Nami recalled she had lit them up before she started working to give the room a cozier ambience.

But it wasn’t just that. The scents coming from inside was warm and cool and woody and sweet; crisp and fresh and inviting and delicious…

The combination of scents was overwhelming yet calming. It was like stepping inside Christmas and being wrapped in it.

It was like stepping inside home and getting a warm, welcoming hug.

And she understood what was going on.

The next time she heard Zoro’s footsteps approached the door, she stood up, opened it and stared at him.

He looked taken a back. Which is quite surprising that it almost made her smirk. Because honestly she rarely catches him off-guard.

“Just get inside,” she said with sigh.

He was about to open his mouth to retort but she beat him to it.

“Just shut up,” she turned and headed back to her desk. She heard Zoro followed her inside without saying anything.

Once she was back on her chair, she huffed slightly before resuming drawing on her maps again. “Just lie down on the seat. The floor wouldn’t be that comfortable.”

Zoro grunted. But Nami choose to ignore whatever it was that he was saying.

She didn’t bother glancing up when he propped his swords against the library’s surrounding bench and stretched out on it. Quite near her to be honest.

Nami threw something at him. A beautifully designed Christmas blanket she had purchased when she was shopping with Robin.

“Weather’s gonna turn much colder tonight,” Nami snorted as she continued working on her map. “And you’re still not dressed in your winter clothes.”

Zoro mumbled something under his breath. She was damn pretty sure it wasn’t a nasty retort or comment that would set her off.

It shouldn’t be. She was generous enough to let him nap inside after all, even if she was still doing some work. She’d break their unspoken rule just this once. Because honestly, it was cute that he keeps coming back because he wanted to spend some time there… where the scents of Christmas are all-around, surrounding them.

This could be her gift to him.

“Oh and Zoro,” she called out, watching him amusedly as lifted his head to look at her crabbily for disturbing the start of his dozing off.

“Just don’t snore too loudly. I’ll kick you out,” she cheekily reminded him.

He scoffed and Nami just ignored him again.

There was a smile on her lips as she turned back to her drawing again.

And if she had just stolen a glance at the swordsman, she would have caught that same smile as he drifted off to one of his many naps.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zonaholiday2023 #zoro nami fanfiction #zona fanfiction #zona one-shot #roronoa zoro #nami #zona holiday prompts

[tali-tangerine]

“Water Gun Battle” theme for @zonamievents  💚🧡

Sorry for the delay, yesterday I was awake for 22h and I really needed to sleep! You are sharing many wonderful works, I love the themes of this event but time is running fast, I will finish the others during August! 💪🏻💪🏻

#zonamievents #ZoNamiWeek2020 #swordgust #ZoNami #Fanart #zonalove #zona #watergun #zoroxnami

[artofangeliquecoyle]

I had the incredible privilege to work alongside @maidenoftheworld for @zonamievents ‘s BANG BANG! Event! 

I illustrated the last scene from a story she wrote called: Warmth Over Flowers 

Thank you for giving me a chance to participate in such a lovely event! Show some love by clickin that link <3 It was an honor to collaborate with such an amazing writer~ 

#ZoNami Bang! Bang! #maiden writes #zonamievents #zoroxnami #swordgust #fanart #artists on tumblr #one pice #collab