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in all the seas - sanji vinsmoke. des. fluff. post-timeskip!sanji. the one time sanji left baratie: led him back to you. notes. sanji might be ooc. this is a test fic, i just miss my boy so much. fluffy! fluffy! fluffy! sanji meets enemies-to-lovers troupe, poor boy is nosebleeding again, mentions of smoking (don't smoke too much, guys!), mentions of the straw hat pirates shenanigans. i miss sanji, i want to kiss his forehead and give him a hug! ;<

hey! it's my first time writing for op (gosh, i remember when i said i won't write a fic for anime anymore but here i am now enjoying skypiea zoro ;P what a clown) n e way, sanji might be a little ooc here but i miss him so here you go, a fluffy sanji. i wrote this around 1 am so, please enjoy! happy holidays!

w.c: 2k (and i oop--)

Sanji was indeed a man with a lot of tricks up his sleeves: he’s from the family of mercenaries, part of the famous Straw Hats Pirate, and of course one of the greatest chef in all the seas, with his handsome face, strong kicks and talent in the kitchen, one could assume he’s everything a person can wish for, and that he is.

You’ve been working at the Baratie for years ever since the restaurant found its place on the East Blue, as a kid you were raised by Zeff along with a blonde kid who hates putting artificially made flavor on a dish. You cooked something with something artificially made, he hates it. He cooks you something, you hate it. It was a game of cat and mouse but somehow, Zeff saw this a familiar scene and a everlasting promise between two kids that somehow will always find each other.

“Sanji! I’m hungry!” The voice of Luffy woke Sanji’s staring into space, as the cook of the straw hat stood up, the sharpshooter of straw hats watches him intently. “Sanji, is there something wrong?” Then, he met Usopp’s wondering eyes, as in the back of his mind, he is back in the Baratie, back to you. He lightly shook his head, ignoring the sharpshooter’s question: was it the empty space of the kitchen that made him wish he was with you, was it the vast sea that made him wish you see the lovely view too, was it his new family made him wish that you should’ve met them too, instead of speaking out his thoughts and secrets, he gave Usopp a smile, perhaps a reminder to the sharp shooter that their cook is alright.

The lingering look of longing is still on Sanji’s face until their next voyage on the vast sea, it made the straw hat worry, hell, even the swordsman is now giving Sanji a look of worry, but somehow, when the crew has met a nearby island, they hoped that their cook would have a peace of mind, a recollection of what he longs for, what his face wishes for. As the reached the shore, the crew pushed Sanji out of the ship as they gave him a reassuring look to take all the time he needs to fill the void that’s slipping in his emotion, face, and his cooking.

As he walked to the island’s market, a familiar scent danced in his nose, a cooking that smells like his first home, as his feet lead the way into a fully packed restaurant, a familiar sight of food greeted him. He immediately sat somewhere on an empty table as he scans the menu.

The time pass by faster than he expected, as for once, he ate the food with a smile on his face, perhaps, realizing that he may have a competition in being the best chef in all seas: but this trivial things did not bother him, until, he tasted an articially made flavor on one of the dishes. Instead of throwing his anger like he always do when arguing with the straw hat’s swordsman, he clicked his tongue and requested to talk to the main chef of the restaurant.

Clink. Click. Clink.

Empty Dishes after empty dishes came into the kitchen, with a smile on your face you were happy with the unending order in the restaurant, until your new waiter had come bearing news about the blonde guy at table 19, with a tired sigh, you removed your apron and went outside to talk to the blonde guy at table 19.

Clink. Click. Clink.

“What seems to be the problem–Sanji?” Your eyes widened as your eyes seem to betray the sight infront of you. The blonde man then catches your surprise gaze as he was about to light his cigarette. “Oi–your..” he stopped at his words as he catches and drowned himself into a familiar sight. You’re here. You’re here infront of him.

Instead of saying anything, the both of you seemed to memorize each others faces. 2 Years is indeed a long time, you noticed his growing beard, he memorized the length of your hair, you noticed his new suit, he noticed the tired yet happy look on your face.

“So, you left Baratie.” The both of you uttered the same time, as a chuckle left your lips: Sanji felt like crying—he missed you so damn much. “Bet Zeff didn’t let you go that easily.” He commented as he gestured you to seat. “He actually did, telling me to look for you and kick your ass as we saw your new bounty.” You laughed as Sanji bottled that laugh in his ear.

“Did he now…” He countered as he lips curved into a soft smile. “Stop looking at me like that.” You immediately notice his gaze, making him look away. “Looking you like what?”

Clink. Click. Clink.

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Clink. Click. Clink.

“Heard the Straw Hat invited you to be in his crew..” You stated as you sat next on the deck with Sanji as he lit his cigarette. He looked away as you asked the question. “He did. I don’t want to.” He openly sighed and filled the space with smoke, as you click your tongue, you grabbed the cigarette on his hand, and inhaled the smoke yourself. “So, I guess you’ll be here in the Baratie in all the end of time.” I laughed.

“What? Do you plan to leave?” He wondered as you meet his knowing look as you just laid your head on his shoulder. “Depends. Your cooking sucks.” He chuckled as he glared at you. “You use artificial flavors in your cooking!” He sounded so offended.

You nodded as you gave back his cigarette. “Go.” He knows that look, he’s way too familiar with that look. “Zeff can handle Baratie himself, that old man can be anything he wants. So, go.”

Clink. Click. Clink.

“I’ll be fine, Sanji.” His voice seems to blend with sea and the seagulls. “It’s not about you.” He looked away as he hid his blush. “Is it?” I chuckled as you stood up and knelt infront of him. “I’ll be alright, Sanji, and besides, didn’t you say you’re going to prove to me that All Blue is real, how can you do that with you staying here.”

“You’re really making this hard for me, you know..” He grumbles as you gave him a look. “I tend to make you suffer until the end of time, Sanji.” You smiled.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He softly uttered as he leaned in. “Looking you like what?” You replied as you closed the distance feeling his warm lips on yours, as the noise of the sea seem to silenced at this moment, seems like the seagulls have found a place to rest, seems like the warm rays of the sun has bit put on rest. As you pulled away, you met his eyes. “I’m still a better cook than you, you know.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I know. I know. Get out there, Sanji.” You smiled as you stood up, walking away from him, leaving the blonde boy with a distinct nosebleed and a lovesick smile on his face.

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“So, you’re here.” He said with a smile. “Good to see, you still have your both feet on the ground.” You smiled as you saw that his bangs have changed its position. “You changed your look.” You commented as he just stares at you.

“What?” You wondered as he just looked at the food: “You used artificially made flavors.” He complained as you rolled your eyes and just snickered. “You never really got over it, didn’t you?” you laughed. “Why don’t you walk over our kitchen, Mr. Sanji.” You teased as you stood up and lead him to the kitchen.

The tour in the kitchen was just short and subtle; it surprised him that the artificial flavor he hates was actually made by you: he find it funny and continue to tell you that he is the best cook in all seas. By the time the tour finish, he caught a familiar wanted poster hanged on the wall. A poster that he hates so much.

“Seriously, that poster?” He rolled his eyes at you. It was his first wanted poster with no picture attached but an illustration. You chuckled at his antics: “What? The artist took your beauty really well.” You chuckled, as you stare at him.

“I miss you too, by the way.” You stood closer to him as he walked towards the wanted poster hanged on the wall. He blushes as he looked at you. “Does your miss kinda works its way on you giving me a ki–”

“ORDER UP!” Before he can continue, orders came in like a wave from the sea, Sanji frowned at the timing. “Oi, loverboy, talk to you later.” You tapped his shoulder as you left him on the corner, with a smile on his face. He hid his blush and walked back to their ship.

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A familiar straw hat greeted your eyes as you walked on the shore. “OI!! SANJI!!” He shouted happily, as you noticed Sanji walking down excitedly as you approached their ship. As he ran towards you, he gave you a tight hug. “You’re acting like we didn’t talk earlier.” You grumbled in his hug, as you return it. “I had to keep my appearances, there were bounty hunters in the restaurant, after all. If they knew I had some connection on you, they might–”

You punched him lightly on his stomach. “I can handle myself, Sanji.” You sighed: “We’re both raised by Zeff, you know how he is.” you ran your hand in your hair as you looked at Sanji’s face dancing the sunset’s rays. With a teary-eye he looked at you: ah, they’re going to leave again.

You nodded as you just offered your hand to Sanji as you both walk, quietly and appreciating the fondness of the gift of time in the shore. As you two walked, Sanji noticed that you never let go of his hand. “You actually missed me.” He said in such proud tone. He waited for a teasing remarks instead, you just nodded which surprised him.

“Missed you so much, ‘Ji.” You admit as he stopped his tracks and looked at you. Without saying anything, you embraced him as you hid yourself in his chest: god, he missed you too—so damn, much. He just nodded and hugged back your deep embrace. As the sun continue to bathe in the sea, you whispered the stories on how you got to the island and leaving Baratie. He listened intently as he drew circles in your hands, as the moon slowly reveal itself in the sky. He kissed your hand.

“Will you be here, ‘till I find the All Blue?” He asked, but his tone was pleading and full of hope. And just like before, you lay down your head on his shoulder: but this time, you grabbed a cigarette and lit it up as he muttered. “I’ll come back, you know that right?” He smiled as he grabbed the cigarette from your hand as he inhaled the smoke. You just nodded as you held him a little closer: for once, he thanked the past that you let him go—not only because he met an amazing crew but for once, you looked at him: not as a rival in cooking but someone—as your person.

He thought the kiss from the past was just a mere kiss of heat of the moment, but here you are next to him and you looked so gorgeous—as if he was made to see you in all your shining glory—the lingering looks, the bickering, it all leads him back to you. “Go.” You muttered as he smiled as he kissed your hand. “We’ll be alright, Sanji.” That’s it, he leaned in and gave you a knowing kiss, a kiss that bears a sorry for the two years he wasn’t able to hold you and a kiss that carries promise of the upcoming and untold stories of the both of you—and by all the pirates in the world, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his days next to you in all eons, in all times, and definitely in all the seas.

fluff is like a new ground for me lmao, angsty-fluffy zoro and luffy coming right up!

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naomihatake · 6 months

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In search of freedom (Ch. 6)

6. Where are you when I need you the most?

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⠀⠀➺ Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7

⠀⠀⠀⠀She's been searching for freedom her entire life and everytime she thought it was laying right in front of her eyes, she was mistaken. She was running around the East Blue, seeking herself and her dreams, meeting people she never forgot. No matter how much she traveled, she could only catch a glimpse of peace before realizing everything would crumble at her feet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe it was destiny that brought her on that ship with three strangers — foolishly, that's what she tried to believe when the moon shined beautifully and hope settled in her chest, squeezed by the same ribcage where feelings were blooming.

Pairing: female!reader x OPLA Zoro Roronoa

Warnings for this chapter: angst, graphic depictions of deaths and fatal wounds, vomiting, self-harm, brief suicidal mention, canon-typical violence. (proceed with caution since it's getting a tiny bit gore)

Word count: 9,1 k (I'm proud of myself tbh)

Theme song: fic spotify playlist (click on the link)

A/N: I'm sorry for appearing with a new chapter 9 days later and I hope the wait was worth it. I dropped more details about the Witch's past in this chapter and some interesting interactions with her other crewmates. The next week I'm free, which means there's a chance I might most two charters until next Sunday <3.

I'm always open for opinions and comments. Whatever you want to tell me, just do it, even all you feel like doing is leaving a heart in my comments or inbox. Every interaction is appreciated and thank you so much for sticking to this story till now <3

The reader is referred to as "Witch" because I have no intentions of using "Y/N".

A warm palm touched her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly, but with no effect. The witch turned her head towards Luffy, her glassy eyes betraying her. It made their captain frown with worry. The sound of her real name slipping from between his lips stung worse than expected.

"It'll be alright," he smiled. "Zoro is a strong swordsman."

With horror painting her features, she shook her head and placed her shaking hand over his, gripping gently.

"You don't get it, Luffy, do you?" her voice came out like a whisper. "It's not just any dwell and that man isn't just any swordsman. I've seen plenty of people dying in front of my eyes, the crew I used to be part of, they didn't hold a chance against—"

She sank her teeth in her lower lip and looked up, blinking away the tears. Her breath was shaking and the grip on Luffy's hand got tighter. Slowly, she inhaled deeply, body trembling as her lungs swallowed the morning cold breeze.

Both Usopp and Luffy were frowning, listening intently to her words.

"This won't end well," she concluded. "He willingly got himself in danger. Zoro is nothing but some prey for Mihawk."

Luffy's sympathetic gaze didn't help her, it didn't ease her worries as he hoped. Her panic was fed by each single thought passing through her head, by each memory making a nest in the present.

"I've met one single Warlord in my entire life and he destroyed half of the strongest crew I ever knew at that time. I know who they are, I know their tactics, I know they're not to play with."

Both of her hands were clasped around Luffy's shoulder, turbulent eyes meeting his. The tips of her nails dug lightly in his skin, but he didn't wince or move.

"Yes, we are strong, but still not strong enough for them," the witch intentionally lowered her voice so it wouldn't crack into sobs. "Please tell me you know I didn't argue with him because I like to. Please tell me you get what I mean, Luffy. I'm scared."

She was barely aware of her admission, but it was hard to hold back. The witch wasn't a scaredy-cat, she didn't run away, pride filled her being all too well to ever lose a battle, be it against herself or others. That time, however, she was scared out of her mind for the swordsman.

Luffy gave her the sweetest smile she's seen in ages and squeezed her shoulder again. "He will be alright."

She let her head tilt forward, hands falling back to her sides. His faith was greater than her fears, but he couldn't erase the panic settling in her bones.

"You have no clue how much I wish you were right."

It hurt. Her chest hurt and something was crawling up her throat, differently than back in Syrup Village. It made her feel nauseous, it bubbled in her stomach and gripped at her neck, it constricted her lungs and air punctured their tissue.

Zoro just walked out of the galley exactly when the sun could be barely seen rising up from the waters. The bandana was wrapped around his head and his earrings chimed like a melody, making her head turn towards him.

The same horrified gaze from hours ago was stuck on him and yet he chose to ignore her, passing by without even casting a glance.

She stood there when Usopp, Luffy and Zoro walked by, her back turned to them. The witch had to collect the pieces of her broken heart before daring to glance at a list fight on the swordsman's side. Mihawk was already waiting for them right in front of the restaurant.

She couldn't watch another dear person die. Not again.

Her fingers dug painfully into her palms, until her nails left crescent marks on the skin, until it hurt so badly the tears in her eyes couldn't fall. Their synchronized steps beat like drums, just like her heart.

Everything was blurred out. She didn't dare look until she heard swords clashing. Like a snap, her head turned.

Mihawk stopped Zoro's attack with one small knife.

He had no chance against the warlord, just like she guessed.

No, she thought. I can't be pessimistic now. Maybe at least he'll get out alive—

But pirates don't just let their dwell partners live, the other side of her conscience commented.

Each one of Zoro's attacks were either stopped or dodged so easily by Mihawk, who seemed like he was playing rather than fighting. He was so light on his feet, body moving like a feather between Zoro's blades.

The warlord sent her green-haired crewmate flying back with a mere push of his knife when he blocked yet another one of his attacks. When Zoro got back to his feet and rushed towards him, Mihawk continued dodging each one of his attacks.

The witch could only hear a muffled conversation from a distance. She didn't even notice when Nami passed by her until she saw orange strands of hair bouncing in her vision.

The navigator didn't come from the restaurant, as she should've since she searched for a drink — or that's what she said. She walked from the other side of the dock. Her hands trembled by her side and she walked slowly, fearfully, her body so stiff, until she stopped behind Luffy.

The witch focused for so long on Nami, her gaze fell on Zoro only when the right side of his chest was penetrated by Mihawk's knife.

Air got stuck in her throat and time stopped in its tracks. Her feet were stuck right where they were and she couldn't move an inch.

Zoro, his name lingered in her thoughts, the sound of it along with the sweet chiming of his golden earrings.

Time stretched like an elastic. Seconds passed by at an agonizingly slow pace, as if the Universe itself decided to torture her with that image.

Swords. Corpses. Blood. Fear.

The witch let out a shaky breath while she trembled like a leaf in the breeze.

Zoro made a step back, the knife slipping away from his flesh. With a few other steps, he fell to his knees, with his swords digging into the wooden battens to keep himself steady.

Mihawk curled his fingers around the hilt of the sword on his back.

It seemed like he decided to end it all right then and there.

The witch didn't know if it was her imagination when Zoro seemed to glance towards her for a brief moment. All she knew was that her heart sank into her stomach and she could hear the audible cracks of her soul. The green-haired man took his white sword, placing it in between his teeth.

His gaze moved back to Mihawk so quickly she could barely register it. Her stomach turned upside down and her chest tightened when she saw Zoro rotating his other two swords faster than the brain was able to comprehend.

Mihawk and Zoro jumped into the attack at the same time. She didn't know if their swords collided or not.

Zoro fell to his knees again, panting. The swords in his hands crumbled into pieces all the way to the hilt, right in the middle of the runes the witch drew hours ago on the blades. His Wado Ichimoji fell from between his teeth.

He didn't stop there. Of course that fucking idiot didn't stop. He used the white sword to get up, resting his weight into it until he finally stood straight again, turning to Mihawk. Carefully, he sheathed his Wado Ichimoji.

With his arms held in the air and hands curled into fists, Zoro didn't let go of his word as he proudly admitted:

"Wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame."

The warlord said one word the witch didn't hear and then, with a swift motion, his sword cut deeply through Zoro's chest.

The green-haired man fell on his back, eliciting a shout of his name from Luffy.

Zoro.

His name was all the witch could hear while she rushed to his side, tears blurring her vision, tears she couldn't afford to show.

Just like he did a few moments ago, the witch got to her knees, eyes focused on the t-shirt getting soaked in Zoro's blood.

"Fucking dammit," she spoke in a hoarse voice, hands trembling.

He was bleeding heavily, the dark blue nuance of his shirt replaced by dark crimson. The wound started from under his left clavicle and curved through his chest, all the way to the right side of his ribs. Without a second thought, the witch took off her unbuttoned shirt and folded it, just to press the material on his large wound.

"Monkey D. Luffy," Mihawk said. "what's your goal?"

"I'm going to become the King of the Pirates," Luffy responded through gritted teeth.

The witch's burning gaze raised to the warlord who stood tall meters away, putting his sword back in place on his back. Her fingers ached to touch her revolvers and shoot holes through that man until she's satisfied, until the monster lurking in the depths of her soul had its blood thirst quenched. However, her hands remained pressed against her shirt, trying her best to stop Zoro's bleeding.

She's always been revengeful when people dear to her heart were harmed. Revenge she never denied, a trait of hers she's accepted long ago.

"That's a much more treacherous path than even defeating me. This world could use a few more wild cards."

"Go fuck yourself," the witch let out with wrath burning in her eyes.

She clenched her jaw and her eyebrows knitted together into a deep frown. Anger filled each corner of her being, blinding her almost all the way up, filling her to the brim.

One more drop and she would lash out.

Zoro's safety was more important than her rage and she was completely aware of that. The wounded swordsman was the only reason why she stood still by his side.

"It's too soon for him to die," and with that, Mihawk's gaze fell back on the green-haired man. "Roronoa Zoro, grow strong and come find me. I'll be waiting."

Fucker, the witch's thought wasn't voiced out that time while the warlord walked away.

"Luffy," Zoro spoke in such a soft voice.

The witch and Luffy immediately looked back at him. He was struggling to breathe properly, that mere motion probably making his entire body ache painfully.

"If I fail to become the world's greatest swordsman," he faintly spoke, barely able to open up his eyes. After some greedy gulps of air, he continued: "you'll be disappointed. Right?"

With a shaky breath, Luffy smiled at him as tears gathered in his eyes.

"You could never fail me."

The witch could feel her body shake when she realized the swordsman's life was hanging on a thread.

"Never again. From now… until I beat him," Zoro continued talking in between panting.

The witch wished she could tell him something, anything, but all she could do was continue pressing her shirt over his wound. Looking at him in that state made her heart squeeze in the cage made of ribs, wishing she could be in his place and take his pain away.

With trembling hands, he somehow managed to draw his Wado Ichimoji out of its scabbard, holding it up as he looked up at the blue sky.

"To become the greatest swordsman… I will never lose again!" he let out with a shaky breath, voice scratching at the witch's eardrums.

One of her hands curled around his shoulder and squeezed firmly, intending to bring his attention to her only for a second.

"I'm sorry about what I said, alright?" she gulped down hard, her voice cracking. "You need to live, yeah? I know you'll become the greatest. I'm sorry, Zoro, I'm sorry."

She was sorry for lashing out at him. If they were to part ways in that moment, then she'd rather make sure he never believed she was mad at him, that she didn't hate him even for a second. It was a feeling her heart wasn't capable of harboring towards him — never him. She would've ripped her ribcage open and given him her heart if she could.

The witch could only hope his tired and pained self heard her words, even as his eyes closed immediately after his arm dropped to his side along with the sword.

"You better stay alive," she whispered while looking down at him.

Her words became muffled from his perspective. All he heard was his name being spoken multiple times by Luffy and Usopp.

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The witch has been sitting on the floor of her shared room with Nami for a while now, ever since the navigator started reading. Zoro laid unconsciously on her bed, bandages wrapped around his torso. For a long time, she didn't even dare look at him.

She will be eternally grateful for Zeff's help — the chef cook of Baratie who snitched Zoro up and told them to do whatever was necessary to keep him alive, be it telling stories or singing sea shanties.

Despite the fact that Zoro's wound wasn't bleeding anymore, her heart still screamed at her.

With knees pulled up to her chest and her forehead resting in between them, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, subconsciously protecting herself from God-knows-what. She couldn't sleep either, despite listening to Nami's alluring voice as she read from a book.

The bandage on her upper arm was worn out and it's been longer than a day since Zoro wrapped it. It was dirty with blood from the time when she intentionally squeezed it before sobs could leave her lips.

Nami stopped reading, but the witch didn't register the lack of sounds surrounding her until she heard a voice. She didn't bother to raise her head, keeping her eyes closed as she responded:

"Can you say that again? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Pull yourself together," Nami whispered.

The witch knew that if she'd look up, she'd see a scolding or maybe a worried pair of blue eyes staring at her.

"I will when the situation asks for it," plainly, she dismissed the navigator. "Until then, I couldn't give less of a fuck."

She was aware of her position, of how small she looked, curled like a ball against the wall, hugging herself and praying to every God she knew that the swordsman would wake up. It was pathetic, but there was no wiser way to hide her overwhelming pain. Wrapping around herself sounded like the most helpful option.

"There are a few things you two should talk about when he wakes up," Nami closed the book with a small thud.

"I'd tell anyone anything if I knew he'd wake up," this time, her voice trembled lightly.

The witch swallowed the lump in her throat that's been sitting there uncomfortably for hours, with no positive effect. The only way to even her breathing was by holding the air in her lungs for a few seconds and letting it all go with a long exhale.

"Nami."

Only then, the witch raised her head. She looked deplorable, with disheveled hair and sunken eyes, dark circles under them from the lack of sleep. Her chapped lips were red because she ripped the skin off with her nails again. There was no sign of life on her face.

Obviously, she's had better days. Everyone did, probably.

"Maybe it's because I'm sorrow-drunk and can't bring myself to hide it anymore, but I have to tell you something."

She's been debating on whether or not she shall tell Nami about her suspicions ever since she pulled out those two cards out of the tarot deck.

"I know you're hiding something, but you can't hide it from me."

The truth has been spoken. With her heart beating loudly in her eardrums and threatening to break her ribs, she continued.

"I know. You're planning betrayal."

The navigator's eyes widened as panic flooded in her soul. The orange haired woman had no clue where all this came from, didn't know how fuck she found out about that, when and why—

"I didn't tell anyone."

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" came out Nami's sharp response.

"I never expected you to admit it, if I am to be honest."

The witch rubbed her palms over her face and sighed heavily, as if a weight was pressed on top of her body.

"I also know there's more to the story. I don't know what or who you're protecting yourself from, I have no clue exactly why you're doing all this, but there's one thing I know for sure: the world is sitting on your shoulders, yet you refuse letting us help you carry it."

Nami stiffened in her chair. Her back straightened and her empty gaze pushed the witch out of her thoughts.

"Are you jumping to conclusions because of some stupid cards?"

"They definitely know more than me."

"Did you read you should treat your paranoia in there too?"

"While I admit there are times when I have crippling anxiety," the witch calmly stated, "I'm one hundred percent sure this isn't just a fairy tale. It's your choice to tell me or continue to keep it for yourself."

"But?" her voice lowered dangerously close to snapping.

"But we're not your enemies, Nami, and you know that well."

Not an answer the navigator expected, definitely.

"Zoro is unconscious on the bed and you're talking in metaphors — have you all gotten insane on this ship?"

"If I did, it was long before stepping on The Going Merry," the witch let out a stiffled laugh.

She dropped her forehead on her knees again, squeezing herself tighter in the embrace. The witch wasn't any less panicked than Nami, since opening up such a discussion scared her deeply. It was better than hiding and lying, though, and it felt less guilty.

"Why did you tell me this?" Nami asked with a whisper. "Be it right or wrong, why would you?"

"You don't deserve to be lied to, Nami. It makes me feel bad — hiding this from you made me feel like garbage from the start."

Even then, a gram of her guilt vanished.

"You're weirdly honest. You're aware this will haunt you one day, aren't you?"

"It's been haunting me since I got born," a sour smile painted the witch's face.

"The devil must've put some kind of curse on you."

"I only believe in evil spirits, sorry."

She didn't know where that soft laugh came from. Maybe it was her way of copying with the anxiety, with the pain. All she knew was that she hoped Nami wouldn't hide from them forever.

"Is there anything else you want to accuse me of?"

Faster than Usopp's snapping, Nami was once again serious, and the witch didn't have to look at her to figure it out.

"I never accused you. I know I'm right, but I'm not aware of the entire truth. You, on the other side, are aware of your own reality and I believe in your judgment. I hope you'll make the wisest decision and I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart."

"That's rich coming from someone so suspicious."

She's always been that way, the witch had to admit it. It wasn't only anxiety or tarot readings, there were times when she was straight up acting and thinking like a paranoid and it was cutting years off her life. Worrying and thinking over and over again, being hyper aware of everyone's actions, including her own.

Nami resumed her reading, her voice strained this time, as if she forced herself to talk out loud. Each syllable sounded rougher than the other, but that didn't stop the navigator from telling that story.

The witch wasn't paying attention, instead focusing on the moments spent with all of them, just like last night, when they were all eating and teasing each other. She needed to talk to Zoro, to tell him again that she's sorry.

Maybe he didn't hear me clearly before he fell unconscious, she wondered. She moved one of her arms and curled her fingers around the wound on her bicep. It stung good. If it could stop the stream of tears threatening to fall, then it was good, no matter how much it hurt, how the pain sunk deep into her bones, making her flinch.

There was something she wanted to clear out with Nami, but before the witch could speak, approaching steps made her mouth close shut. The presence felt light once her senses registered it, like a sparkling piece of hope — Luffy. She remained like a statue, breathing so slowly it was barely obvious she was still alive.

"Why did the king have to kill him?" he asked innocently.

He was referring to Nami's telling.

Without even having to glance up at him, the witch knew he was feeling unwell. There was no light in his voice and he sounded unsure of himself, so disoriented.

"Sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions," she muttered between gritted teeth.

The witch knew where this conversation was heading.

"Why does everybody keep saying that?"

Luffy's voice desperately tried to reach out to the orange-haired woman.

Judging from the creaking of the chair, Nami got up from her seat as she spoke:

"Because you could've saved Zoro. He didn't have to fight Mihawk, but you let it happen. "

A few seconds of silence filled the room with thick tension.

"Look at her," Nami pointed with her chin towards the witch. "It looks like if he goes, she goes too. If one of us crumbles, everyone does. Look at us, at how we're handling it, at how Zoro does or, better said, how he doesn't handle it."

The witch couldn't understand why she was suddenly part of their conversation or why Nami took her side and tried to protect her from some unknown entity. Probably, she really looked worse than she thought. A sense of relief patched up one of the countless wounds under her skin when she figured out the navigator said all those things because she cared.

At the very same time, she knew Nami's words must've made Luffy suffer greatly, pushing her to raise her head and give her friends her entire attention.

"Nami," the witch intervened gently.

"You're in no place to talk," she cut her off quickly, her eyes like turbulent seas. "We're all a mess and it's all because of his stupid decision. But he could've been stopped," Nami turned her head to Luffy again.

"Nami, stop it," the witch furrowed her eyebrows. "Fighting will do no good. We've argued enough last night, there's no need for that anymore."

Nami was panicked and stressed out of her mind as well. Everything gave her away: the trembling hands, the shaking voice, tone close to breaking in a million pieces with each word, even the tears that gathered in her eyes. However, no drop rolled down her cheek.

"Tell me, Luffy," Nami vehemently continued with a tensed expression. "Would you see him like this? He might die."

Stop saying that, please, the witch thought as she took in another breath. He knows. Everyone knows. Please, stop saying he'll die because I might believe it too. I want to believe in him, not in whatever life changing lesson the universe gave me.

"And I'd do anything to save him," Luffy whispered with a tender smile on his face.

Me too. I'd rip my heart out of my chest and give it to him. I'd rip off my flesh and put it on his wounds. I'd die if I knew my life would be given to him.

"Anything," Luffy continued. "Except stand in the way of his dream."

God fucking dammit.

"We all have dreams, but we outgrow them," Nami clenched her teeth after she spoke.

"Is that really what you think?" Luffy's smile held so much hope. "Don't you have a dream?"

"Yeah. Right now, is for Zoro to not die in my bed," the navigator let out in a strangled voice.

"Isn't there something that you want? Something more," the straw hat whispered. "More than anything else in this world."

When the witch looked at Nami, it was obvious she was on the verge of tearing up, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes were already bloodshot.

"Not everyone gets to follow their dreams."

Nami didn't wait for any of them to respond before she walked out of the room. The witch got to her feet and tried to catch the navigator's hand in hers, but she wasn't fast enough. All she could do was glance at Luffy and place both of her palms on his shoulders, just like he did at the crack of dawn.

He looked at the witch with a hopeful and equally worried gaze.

"I know you meant the best when you encouraged him to follow his dream, Luffy," the witch squeezed his shoulders. "It's alright. Nami knows that as well. She's worried, like all of us. We all said hurtful things to each other lately."

His lips trembled when he attempted to say something, but he didn't dare to anymore. Instead, he searched for reassurance.

Was he in the wrong? Did Zoro get hurt because of him?

"It's not your fault," the witch continued with a tiny smile on her face. "I promise you. Everything led up to this. It couldn't have been avoided, unfortunately. No one could've stopped Zoro — you know he's a stubborn asshole."

Luffy scoffed.

"You know I'm right."

"I do," the straw hat nodded shily. "I think…" he gulped down, looking at his feet. "Maybe I can clean his sword for when he'll wake up."

"I'm sure he would be grateful about it. I'll stay here a bit longer."

She didn't let go of Luffy's shoulders until he moved away. Just to ease her concern, he smiled faintly at her before leaving the room.

Looking down at the unconscious pirate hunter, the witch couldn't believe her eyes. She gulped, not even daring to grasp at his hand, scared he'd break even because of a feather-like touch. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds, opening them again only to see the same man in the exact same position.

She was scared for him, for his life. She didn't want to be a nuisance and stop him from doing what he believed would bring him happiness. Or maybe that word was too much — but winning against Dracule Mihawk would've made him proud, it would've fulfilled a promise he made to someone long ago. She didn't know who was at the other end of the promise, but he seemed to be a man of his word, so trying to stop him turned her into a selfish person.

Her eyes were locked on his face, brushing with the back of her hand some small droplets of sweat on his forehead. She was worried out of her mind, now regretting she didn't do more to stop him, to make him change his mind when he was maybe too drunk to think twice.

"Be careful, Zoro," the witch told him back then, her gaze betraying the worry crippling through her entire being.

She was right. He should've been more careful. He should've been less reckless, should've listened to Nami and her, even if Luffy encouraged him to chase his dream. Was it really worth it?

Once again, she sighed. She was selfish, greedy, it was wrong to think that his dream wasn't worth the entire world. Heck, even she would do anything for him, just to see him open his eyes again, just to hear another bored or witty remark coming from between his lips.

Instead, he was silent and still, only the slow movement of his chest visible as he breathed. It was the only thing that managed to bring her an ounce of comfort.

At least he was alive, she continued telling herself.

It was clawing at her heart, messing with it, her thoughts roaming around, jumping one on top of another. She was overthinking again, the worst habit she could've had — or that's what she silently believed for years.

The witch should've fought with him to death back then, when he was stubborn enough to throw Nami's words at her while they argued. Maybe it would've made him change his mind. As she continued looking at him, she worthlessly tried to take some of the blame for what happened.

Hidden under his bandages, the same wound made the woman standing by his side believe she saw the Death Reaper, even if he was the one unconscious on a bed.

Carefully, she sat down next to him, without taking her eyes off of him even for a moment.

"You're kind of worrying us all, y'know? Luffy is in denial of your possible death and Nami seems restless. Usopp is too silent for his usual self," she whispered.

Her first instinct was to touch him, but her fingertips hovered above his hand. She didn't know if it would've been right to seek the warmth of his skin while he wasn't even awake. All the witch could do was hope that deep down in his soul, he felt and heard all of them.

"I'm worried too. No. Worried is an understatement. I'm terrified," the words trembled as they left her lips, the same chopped lips she sank her teeth into. "I'd rather have you call me an idiot," she chuckled sourly.

With slow and careful gestures, she gathered enough courage to caress his hand with her fingers, feeling small cuts here and there. He was still warm, which eased a few of her worries.

She made a long pause, staring at the seemingly lifeless man she would give her life for.

"Remember when we drank together on the deck, two nights ago?"

A fragile smile appeared on her face at the reminder of that night. She stole the last drop of his bottle before he could finish it with a grin, playfully nudging at his ribs. He failed to threaten her about how she owes him something for that. He was handling his liquor better than her and yet, he couldn't hide his smirk or the sparkle in his eyes.

That night, bottles later, the witch got dizzy and tipsy. At first, she almost fell into a sea of melancholy after she shared pieces of her with Zoro. She doesn't remember how, but he got her laughing way too easy with his remarks and some silly stories.

"You're flushed already," he pointed out back then.

"You're kinda rosy in the cheeks as well, swordsman."

At that time she damned the alcohol for the soft gaze she had when she looked at him. Her eyes were sparkling with adoration when they danced on his face, peace sinking in her very bones in his presence. She shouldn't have drank. It was so obvious that she had a soft spot for him, that he had a special place in her heart not even a month after they met.

And who was at fault for her drunken state that night? Roronoa Zoro, obviously. He was at fault when she giggled and talked too much about too many things at once, so much more passion in her words than usual — was that even possible? he thought to himself. She always had a light and warm way of talking, her voice many times giving away her feelings.

A promise was a promise, even if she didn't wholeheartedly accept it from the beginning. She surrendered quickly and told him that yes, she owes him something, maybe a secret.

The witch remembered everything the next day, but acted like her memory had faded. The realization hit her hard the next morning, when she figured out her irrational fear of sharing secrets. She shouldn't have made that promise, so she played dumb, as if the conversation they had was forgotten about.

"Maybe it's not exactly a secret, but I like it when you call me by my name."

Maybe he hears me.

"I didn't hear my name being spoken for a long time. It makes me emotional every time, with no exception."

You're a crybaby, he should've said.

Her hand fully settled on top of his while the witch continued to slowly rub her fingertips into his skin, trying to bring herself back to earth even if her thoughts were sailing through unfortunate memories.

"I wasn't called by my name for years after my father became a pirate," she continued the story that started during their drinking night. "He aimed to become an Admiral and he was part of the Navy Forces for half of his life. For a long time, he thought he could do better than his comrades and hoped he could change the corruption that took place in the Government and the Marines. Insane, right?" she let out a sour chuckle. "An Admiral becoming a pirate. Everyone called him insane."

Once again, she smiled at the faint memories of her father's warm smile. There were details she didn't mention that night on the deck, like the status of her father in the Navy.

"I didn't reach ten yet when he left. He considered it would've been dangerous to stay with us and, if I am to be honest, mom would've kicked him out of their home."

Their home, because that place was never her home.

"Calling me by my name would've meant he still has ties with me and someone might've taken advantage of that."

Nine years ago, the witch was a child who only learnt how to use a kitchen knife for cutting vegetables. That child has been stripped of her innocence a few years later.

"A few times a year he would visit me. He would hide from the Marines, while I would hide from my mom. I still remember how he was so much happier. He looked younger, like he was living his teenage years and not his thirties. Except for a few days I'd stay with him and his crew, he was roaming around the seas. He never judged a single soul, believing it wasn't his job to do so, even if he would protect anyone who needed help. He changed the meaning of a pirate in a good way."

She turned her head towards the window, watching the blue sky mingling with the sea and the port of Baratie where people were walking on the wooden battens.

"He was caught by the Marines while he visited me and killed in the center of the city," her voice lowered to a gentle whisper, just like the breeze coming from the open window and giving her goosebumps.

She remembers that moment all too clearly, eyebrows knitting together as she squeezed Zoro's hand lightly, hoping it would bring some comfort to her shattered heart.

A life that felt like an eternity already made her believe her name was like damnation for anyone who said it. A few syllables being spoken and you'd be cursed to die one way or another, since her mother refused to call by the name her father chose when she saw light for the first time. Her father and his crew were the only ones calling her name so dearly, with honey latched onto their voices, treating her like a daughter.

She was someone's daughter when she was with them. And now, by Luffy's side, she was someone's friend.

"I don't want to watch you die too," only then she looked at him again. "Don't die on me. Don't leave us alone."

There was determination in her tone, mingling with pain and sorrow. Half of her believed in him the same way she believed the sea was blue and that leaves were green. The other half drowned in anguish.

Zoro seemed almost serene, despite the small frown that never left his face. She took in a deep breath and moved her hand away from his, only to lean over and rest her elbows on her knees.

She needed some fresh air.

The witch got up and left the room in a hurry, before tears would've slipped down her cheeks. She pushed it all aside, holding it in, since there was no time to weep at anyone's grave. Zoro was still breathing, even if half dead.

He will get better. He had to.

She walked into the galley. Standing up in front of the table was Sanji, wearing only his white and blue checkered shirt, the black jacket suit abandoned on the armrest of the couch. He was cutting some vegetables, skillfully holding the knife.

On the cushions sat Luffy, cleaning Zoro's white sword, just like he said. Meanwhile, Usopp was the one to notice her first, leaning with his hands prompted onto the wooden table. Nami couldn't be spotted anywhere.

The sound of her own name almost made her flinch. The witch blinked quickly, looking at Usopp. Both Sanji and Luffy looked at her then. The latter had some deep puppy eyes — her heart aches at that look alone.

"How is he?"

"Unconscious," she breathed out softly.

She let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair, her eyebrows pulled together.

"I suppose you haven't eaten anything since yesterday," Sanji smiled gently. "Anything I could make for you?"

"I appreciate it, really, but I don't have an appetite," she dismissed him with a faint smile of her own.

"You could use some energy, you know," Usopp mumbled.

"You, Luffy? What would you like to eat?" Sanji got back to chopping the vegetables.

"I'm not hungry right now. You could make something for Zoro. He'll surely be hungry when he wakes up!"

Their captain still had hope bubbling in his chest and it was the only thing keeping them all afloat.

However, the witch couldn't bear to think about it anymore. She spotted her shirt hanging on a nail in the wall, close to the couch. With a quick gesture, she grabbed at it, intending to put it on herself until the heavy scent of blood filled her senses the second time that day—

The shirt was soaked in Zoro's blood from the time when she used it to stop the bleeding of his wound. Nausea crawled up her throat and she unintentionally dropped the piece of cloth when she became aware of the sickness settling deeply in the pitch of her stomach.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

With a hand covering her mouth, she rushed out of the galley, on the deck, the doors shutting harshly behind her. She leaned over the railing as the acidic taste made its way up her throat and on her tongue.

A disgusting sensation, truly.

She's seen blood before, she saw countless corpses laying at her feet, but nothing could compare with the vision of a dear person giving their last breath. She couldn't believe she vomited because of blood, such a normal occurrence in her life.

But it wasn't just any kind of blood — it was Zoro's and it sunk into the material of her own shirt.

She will have to throw it away. There's no way in hell she would manage to ever wear that again, even if it would be clean and smelling like lavender.

Tears clung to her eyelashes when she opened her eyes again, looking down into the sea. She was breathing heavily and she regretted swallowing her own saliva, as the awful taste lingered in her mouth unpleasantly.

Warm fingers touched her shoulder and before she saw whose hand it was, there was a glass of water being shoved towards her. When she glanced up, she saw the blonde waiter.

"Thank you, Sanji," she took the glass from his hand, sipping slowly as the gentle weight on her shoulder disappeared.

"If I knew such a beautiful lady was waiting for me to wake up, I would've opened my eyes much sooner."

The waiter — who could apparently also cook like a professional — said that in a somewhat flirtatious tone. Also, there was compassion lingering in his honeyed voice.

"If Zoro would hear you, he would've thrown you overboard."

Nami.

The witch didn't even notice her on the deck until that moment, her head snapping towards the navigator, her eyes sparkling with hope as she gripped at the glass in between her fingers. Nami was a few meters away from her, with her back facing the sea and her hands curled around the railing.

The witch has seen Nami's expression countless times when she looked in the mirror after a crying fit. The same bloodshot eyes and puffy eyes, the red tip of her nose and the husky voice.

"I don't remember you having sea sickness," Nami pried into her soul.

The witch looked towards the water at the bottom of her glass, ashamed of her own reaction.

"Because I don't have sea sickness," the witch whispered weakly, basically admitting her vulnerable state.

She was more than just thankful Sanji chose not to elaborate on the reason behind her reaction. There was still acid sitting on her tongue, even after she gulped down the last droplets of water from her glass.

"Where are you heading to?"

The witch noticed when Nami straightened her back and walked away, towards the dock.

"Maybe I can find another drink at the restaurant," Nami waved the back of her hand at the witch.

That sounded very familiar to a lie for some reason, but was it the witch's place to comment?

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Familiar fear made its way through her body, scratching underneath the skin, whispering in her ear like a mantra the same phrase her mother has always told her: "there's nothing you can do about it, so accept it."

Those words always unsettled the young witch deeply. She heard that voice everytime she hid in a room with the books her grandmother left behind, pages filled with tarot and palmistry, the promise of real magic, different from the fairy tales. It sounded and felt palpable, her eyes sparkling. Those books were her treasure, a future filled with freedom.

The same words were being shouted in her ears by the ghosts when her body stiffened in its spot. She wanted to scream while the man who was her father was dragged away by Marines, this time on the port of Baratie, not in her hometown.

The deafening yell she wanted to let out was silent. Her lips didn't even part and her awareness slipped away as she continued to see blood pooling at her father's feet, his signature royal blue coat painted in crimson. As if her vocal chords broke before she opened her mouth, no sound left her lips.

"He deserved it," sounded so clear in her ear, as if her mother stood right beside her, watching the same scene unfolding over and over again.

No, no, I can't let him die! I need to do something! Please, dad, you can't—

The man who stood proudly was dying, his body decomposing right before her eyes. A sickening view, as the skin melted off the meat, leaving only bones and tendons behind, covered by heavy clothes, two empty holes in his cranium instead of beautiful sparkling eyes. Blood dried on the white bones and sunk into the material of his coat and it flowed towards her, to the tips of her boots—

"Luffy! Arlong is here and he's after you, we have to leave now!"

The witch gasped loudly, her eyes snapping open. Nami, who just entered, was panting heavily, fingers gripping at the edge of the doorframe.

Who's Arlong?

She noticed Luffy who just got up from the chair he was sitting on, right by Zoro's side. Usopp had his fingers curled around one of the ropes holding the bed in the room hanging in the air.

There were no dead corpses around. Gosh, that nightmare was scary as hell. Her heart still drummed in her eardrums, blood rushing through her veins at an alarming pace.

She managed to get on her feet, her palm glued to the wall to support herself.

"Where do you think you're going, Luffy?"

Nami was panicked. Her fear grew steadily, just like fire, and she was on the edge of cussing out that entire bunch of confident idiots.

"We can't let Arlong hurt people just because of us. He might kill everyone if we don't step in."

Luffy was rarely so serious, but the situation asked for it. However, the navigator was anything but happy with his suicidal decision.

The witch turned her head towards the unconscious swordsman. She took in a deep breath, calming the waters threatening to destroy her mind. Then, her warm gaze raised back to the navigator who squeezed the map in between her trembling fingers.

"You'll stay here and protect the ship, Nami," Luffy smiled reassuringly. "I trust you."

The orange haired woman searched for a different reaction from the witch, but received the same determination.

"Have you all grown insane?" she whispered in horror.

The witch made slow steps towards her and engulfed her in a warm hug, wrapping her arms around the navigator's body. She squeezed her gently, resting her chin on Nami's shoulder.

"Something is troubling you greatly. Don't lie to me," the witch whispered in her ear softly. "You've got something in your head and you're pushing all of us away. We trust you, even if it'll bring us our death."

That's what scared Nami the most.

The witch parted just to look into Nami's troubled blue eyes.

"We'll be alright. We have to be. We'll figure it out together."

She had no clue how much Nami wanted to believe her, but it was impossible to do so. The navigator knew better what danger awaits them in Baratie now that Arlong appeared, that monster—.

Right. That's what pirates were: monsters. So why did the ones in front of her look like friends instead of demons stealing her life away?

The witch squeezed her shoulders and smiled so warmly, so calmly, different from the agitation they would face.

For one second only, Nami dared to believe. Then, it crumbled to her feet when Luffy and the witch left her room with one glance back at Zoro.

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The witch found herself in the restaurant once again. Her fingers gripped tightly at the gun she held, finding comfort in the familiar weight settled in her hand. On purpose, she stood behind the other three men, sharp eyes scanning her surroundings carefully. They were lucky they chose to enter from the first floor, since she could easily hide.

She wasn't hiding for the reasons some would think of. The witch intentionally stood on the side, analyzing the situation. First of all, she had to find the smallest opportunity to find a weak spot for that fishman. From her spot, still glued to the wall and hidden from everyone's eyes, she focuses on Luffy's conversation with Arlong.

"I expected someone… bigger," Arlong commented with a wide grin, sharp teeth on full display.

He could definitely be classified as scary, but the witch didn't want to admit that to herself. Was he dangerous? Of course.

"Me too," Luffy commented.

Alright, maybe Luffy had far more confidence than she thought, since he dared to make fun of that fishman, angering him. It wasn't enough that Luffy was hunted down by Arlong, he had to make him angry as well—

What was she scared of?

She took in a deep breath and a few seconds were enough for her heartbeat to beat at a normal pace. The witch didn't have enough time to worry about consequences, she had to find their weakness quickly and act on it.

While her focus slipped from them, Luffy was already walking down one of the two pairs of stairs meeting up at the first floor of the restaurant. Arlong threatened the straw hat about something and the first thing she heard was the deafening sound of a shotgun.

The same sound was followed by a soft chiming filling the silence.

Her chest tightened since no groan of pain could be heard from anyone. When she glanced at the people downstairs, she saw Zeff — the cook who stitched Zoro up — with a gun pointed at Arlong. However, the fishman only turned his head back and cocked an eyebrow at the cook.

The bullet was most probably what caused that chiming sound. It seemed like fishmen's scales were bulletproof.

Fucking great. Her long range fighting style wasn't to her advantage.

An ounce of fear uncomfortably gnawed at her courage. The witch hated that helpless sensation, as if there was no escape, as if that was her dead end.

Her fingers gripped tighter around her gun, until the skin turned yellow.

I can't chicken out now. I don't have the luxury of turning my back against a fight in such a critical situation.

She swallowed the lump in her throat after she bit so hard onto her lower lip she tasted copper on her tongue.

Everyone has a weakness, right? Fishmen must have one as well.

On the floor below, Luffy threw his stretchy arms at Arlong, with his hands curled into fists. Zeff was harshly thrown into a table that broke down, making Sanji jump into action as well. Usopp was the only one that remained upstairs, uselessly hiding behind the decorative wrought iron railing — he could be easily seen.

Crouching down to Usopp's level, the witch slowly walked towards him with the gun still in her hand. When his eyes fell on her, he blinked like a confused owl.

"Guns don't work!" he whisper-shouted at her, horror painting his features.

With a sigh, she grinned cheekily.

"Are you running, scaredy-cat?" she taunted him with an arched eyebrow.

"Are you insane?" he frowned when she was a few inches away from him. "You can't seriously believe your gun is gonna do any damage to those monsters."

Glancing down between the iron bars of the railing, the witch spotted other two fishmen getting up from their table. So there were three in total.

With an unusually serious tone, she stared into Usopp's eyes, determination oozing out of her.

"You can't run now, Usopp. I hope you're aware of that."

"Even you hesitated for a second!"

His nervous demeanor and his over-thinking habits got the best of him at that moment. He was equally scared and amazed by the witch's courage.

"That was before I realized there's no going back. Usopp," she lowered her tone, fingers gripping at his shirt to bring him down from the clouds. "If you choose to run away, you will never become a brave warrior of the seas. Do you hear yourself? We're not running anywhere. We have to fight if we don't want to leave Luffy and Sanji to deal with the fishmen on their own."

She wasn't exactly good at motivational speeches, but that seemed to shake his soul well enough.

"Now help me find out their soft spots so we can bring those idiots down before they destroy this entire restaurant and eat us alive."

Bullets couldn't penetrate their scales. She didn't know if blades could work any better either. Also, Arlong alone had the highest bounty in the East Blue, not his friends. He was most probably much stronger than them.

If she could bring down at least one of the other two fishman, it was also a win.

Then, an idea popped into her head.

Their eyes.

They didn't have anything protecting their eyes except for the fact that they were sunk into their faces. With her aim, she had a chance to shoot one of them. She had to take advantage of the fact that no one knew she was there and making a plan.

Taking in a deep breath, the witch placed the gun between the iron bars and aimed at the fishman with ridiculously big lips. She wasn't exactly that far away, but she had to concentrate. One single miss and everything would go down, since her presence would be obvious and her hand to hand fighting skills weren't that well developed against raw strength.

She waited patiently, Usopp still by her side. Once the fishman stood still, turned towards her, she pulled the trigger of her gun.

The bullet struck his eye and he groaned in pain, receiving a proud smile from the witch who quickly hid behind a table from upstairs, dragging Usopp with her. Her heartbeat was so fast in her ears it could leave her deaf.

She had to pull herself together.

"You've got good aim," Usopp's voice trembled.

"Thanks," she breathed out heavily, eyes closing for a second.

There was an entire tornado in her soul. The witch knew there was no place for running away, but she was equally aware of her disadvantage against fishmen who fight with their fists.

Zoro would've loved the thrill of this fight.

But he wasn't there to joke about her being a scared little lady.

And Nami wasn't there to yell into her face and tell her to wake the fuck up and help her find a better plan.

Before she had a chance to notice, Usopp was crawling down the stairs on the left once an idea popped into his head, or that was what the witch thought.

She felt a certain presence walking up the stairs on her right and her eyes widened. The other fishman spotted her.

"Here you were, wench," he spoke with a growl.

She didn't have enough time to scramble to her feet before a rough hand wrapped around her neck and lifted her up in the air, pushing her against the wall. She could barely even groan when her breathing was restricted by the awfully strong grip the fishman had on her throat.

Her gun fell from her hand and hit the floor with a weak sound.

Uselessly, her fingers grabbed at the muscled blue arm holding her up, feet a few inches away from the floor. Compared to him, her grip was weak, insignificant.

The witch was never the type to necessarily wish to live, but she certainly didn't want to die in that moment, when others' lives were hanging on a thread.

Also, she didn't want that ugly fucking fishman with big lips to be the last sight before she closed her eyes forever.

Dammit.

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So… I finally made a One piece OC.

All due to the idea I've been imagining today. A what if Luffy and the crew met someone who, very uncanny, looks and sounds like Ace.

Thus… Jean was made. ✏️✏️✏️

Info at read more ( it is a messy ramble format so beware. )

He was born as a slave to the celestial dragons, after his parents was caught while his mother was pregnant to him.

He grew up with an isolated understanding that he really was just that. A slave, until he died. his parents would die just a few years in from the torture done to them. While Jean still lives on. He would meet Boa and the others who was like him telling him that there was more to the world than their servitude. But he was way too unmovable with his mentality that he will die like that, that he thinks they're just being dumb he would get depressed as time passed, so when the freeing of slaves at Mary Geoise by fisher tiger came, he was too weak to even move and being mistaken as already dead, he was left there.

but he is still alive and would later then be dumped on auction houses by his current owner. where he would, surprisingly be given better treatment by his fellow slaves as well as taken care of.

he would meet different kinds of people in the auction houses. where he would learn about the world and eventually wanting to be free.

Jean is at the auction house at sabaody, the place where luffy destroyed and punched a celestial dragon. he's in his cat form. and thats the moment he finally achieved freedom.

he hears about the man who freed them and made it his missiong to thank him. maybe even join the adventures of his savior if allowed the two years he spent wandering around, would be the time he would stumble upon the graphite graphite fruit, which what would also help him get stronger, learning to fight on his own as well.

once he deems himself strong enough, he would seek out luffy and his crew to finally and hopefully thank him and ask to join him. hoping to be able to create drawings of the landscape in the places they would visit.

how he met the crew:

after punk hazard. on the way to dressrosa ( they arrived at a small island where Jean is currently in, to restock ). Jean saw their ship, transformed into his cat/tiger form and went into the ship.

once the crew left the island. he's already there. and when everyone saw him. they just though he was some cat.

chopper was the first who was talking to him and chopper thought he was a stray and Jean just went with it for a while.

everyone treated him like some pet. until one morning where he poofed back to his human form.

everyone was in panic. but when he showed that he was their pet. ( he was VERY PROUD to be called the pet of the strawhats ) everyone was a bit freaked not because of that but he looks and sounds like ace.

everyone is very shaken especially luffy and thught he was some evil guy using ace's face

jean explained that they saved him at sabaody, that he was one of the slaves at the auction house.

he would always use his cat form after seeing how shaken luffy is with him. not minding being in cat from one bit. so long as he lets him join them.

luffy does eventually let him join. at first only referring to him as 'pet cat' to finally calling him by name 'jean'

Jean is part of the mature group of the crew.

he does have similar personality as Ace but he likes to tease the younger ones a lot. especially making Zoro feel jelly by being too close to Luffy

yes this is ZoLuccentric

Jean is pushing Zoro and Luffy to realize their 'feelings' for one another.

JEAN BITS

Jean is 28

Jean loves hot chocolate as it reminds him of his mother. the only thing that his mother ever made him.

Jean's weapon of choice is his foot. making his battle style a bit similar to Sanji ( careful not to harm his hands anymore, wanting to paint )

but he does still use his hands when he uses his devil fruit. he fighs like a martial artist'

Jean's devil fruit is a good conductor of fire so he always have a lighter with him. he sets fire to his graphite which creates the illusion that he uses fire. ( another thing that makes him unsettling for Luffy and the crew.

his devil fruit is logia type. his graphite can be sand like crocodile and or liquid ish like candle and or can be solid as well.

Jean would most likely always be found at high places in places they visit, to paint / draw

jean is 6'5"

he and usopp get along well because of their artistic side.

he can do recon missions well because of his ability to transform to a cat

#crezztellations #one piece #one piece oc #this is zoluccentric oc #ppl at X already inquiring if he has a girlfriend #dears pls #ahahahahahahahaha

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akwolfgrl · 2 months

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LFT PART 43

They all sat on the drying deck after escaping Loguetown, except Sanji who got up to make snacks/lunch for everyone. Sanji's cat crawled into his lap making itself comfy kneading at his leg. He felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Usopp's confusion, Luffy was just staring at the cat maybe with hunger? And Nami was cooing at the cat.

“Ummm when did we get a cat?” Usopp asked.

“Zoro got it for Sanji as a courting gift, while an odd gift. I suppose though it would be useful, they are considered to be good luck,” Nami explained. “Luffy he's not to be eaten, Sanji would be very hurt if you ate his pet,” she wanted their captain.

She had a point unfortunately, he was looking at the little black cat as if he would make a nice snack. Zoro stroked the cat's back, it arched under his hand purring.

“Fine, can I touch him?” Luffy asked, reaching out a long arm.

“Sure, if he lets you,” The cat would just do whatever it felt like doing, sometimes they were friendly and other times they were selective about who they would allow to touch them.

The cat reached out with one paw to bat at Luffy's hand. Luffy wiggled his fingers causing him to go after the rubber digits with both paws standing on his back legs as he attacked their captain.

“Awwwwww he's so cute!” Nami cooed.

“Look at him go! So ferocious you get those fingers kitty cat!” Usopp cheered the cat on.

Luffy laughed and continued to wiggle his fingers as the cat made little growls as it batted away until he took a worng step and tumbled out of Zoro's lap. He got up with his back arched, fur standing straight up. He lets out a soft chuckle as the cat begins to hop sideways towards Luffy.

“Jungle cat vs rubber, who will win!?” Usopp began to narrate as the scene began to unfold.

The cat countired to attack luffys hand as luffys hand incited the cat into action. The cat warped its paws around Luffys wirst and kicked its back paws agaist his arm and bit at luffys fingers not drawing blood. Both luffy and sanjis cat were having a great time.

“Lunch time! I made sushi and cocktails! Also Luffy like I promised for not eating Mt fish you made you seared tuna steaks eatch one a different seasoning,” Love cook came over Laden with trays. He eve had one a top his head. “Luffy the top is yours,”

“Yosh!” Luffy stopped playing with the cat a reached for the plate on Sanji's head. He imditly shoved a steak in his mouth. “Oooo it's kinda sour and lemony! I like it!”

“Hey shit-cook, I think you burned one,” Zoro pointed to the next one Luffy was swolling whole.

“I most certainly did not, it's call blackened it's a type of seasoning,” He responded handing Nami an orange looking cocktail with a sparkly looking peel. “For you my dear it's a screwdrive granshised with a candy minka peel,”

“Ooo,” Nami took a sip. “Mmm delish thank you sanji,”

“You welcome Nani swan,” Zoro watched as he passed out the other cocktails. “Usopp this is a Pina colda, luffy a blue lagoon. And for the moss a sake bomb,” Sanji handed him a glass of beer with chopsticks and a sho glass of sake on top. Zoro pulled the chopsticks away and the sake shot feel into the beer. “Eat up!” Sanji placed the large platter of sushi on the ground int he middle of everyone takeikg a small plate of just raw fish. “Mr. Noodles here kitty,” Zoro snorted into his drink luckily not spilling a thing. The cat now dubed Mr. Noddles imidlty ran to sanji and the fish.

“Mr. Noddles?” Nami questioned while Luffy laughed his ass off. “What kinda name is that?”

“What's wrong with the name? I think it's cute, and its to late to change it I've made up my mind,”

“But why food?”

“I'm more worried about if the cat, Mr. Noddles is even gonna be safe!” Usopp worried.

“why wouldn't it be?” Zoro asked. “the lady said it was a good gift for a ships cook,”

“Zeff had one, her name was Clementine. She even went to the grand line with them; she only recently died of old age. She was almost thirteen years old, she lasted longer than Zeffs crew who all drowned in a strom,”

“Yah Usopp the cat will be fine,” Zoro used his chopsticks to take some sushi before Luffy ate it all.

“Mr. Noodles is our new member!! We need to have a party!” Luffy declared before shoveling sushi in his mouth.

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #lust filled thoughts #cat burglar nami #nami #god usopp #usopp #monkey d luffy #luffy #mr. noodles #sushi #zosan #sanzo

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impactdial · 2 months

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(found this old zosopp fic wip and decided to clean it up a bit and post it here! zosoppers come get your snack lol. sorry for the tired tiger metaphors)

Zoro was well aware of the self imposed curse he’d laid upon himself. After Kuina’s passing, he had thrown himself into endless training to fulfill his promise and as a result, he rarely bothered with other people. Naturally, when his reputation had grown as a bounty hunter, most people avoided him anyway; thus Zoro was used to keeping a certain distance between himself and those around him. Becoming a Straw Hat challenged that distance, especially with a captain like Luffy.

But Zoro was accustomed to destruction. Had known it intimately for years when his grief had weighed heavier and he swung it in tandem with Wado clenched between his jaws tight enough to ache. A rampaging creature provoked by the sight and heavy smell of blood, his blades akin to claws used to mangle flesh and spread fear. His crewmates had worn down the worst of him, whittling him into a shape they could hold without worry of his edges cutting them.

Perhaps it was Zoro’s fault for not discouraging it, but Usopp eventually drew closer over time, like he was hellbent on it. Given the sniper's affinity for physical touch, much like their captain, maybe it was just unavoidable on Usopp's part. Taming the tiger, so to speak, making him as much a pet as a protector.

But a tamed beast was not the same as a domesticated one.

Hesitant touches soon became clingy and seeking for attention or comfort; Usopp's lean frame pressing into Zoro's side became second nature. Card games with distracted conversation became typical (though truthfully they were mostly one sided--Zoro much preferred to listen and Usopp never seemed to mind).

Usopp dared to place his hand in the tiger’s jaws. And Zoro, for all his foolishness, allowed it.

It wasn’t until the incident at Water 7 when the jaws finally snapped closed and Usopp was left with a deep, spilling wound for his trouble. Guilt lodged itself firmly in Zoro’s chest even long after their sniper returned to them, and he was sick with it when Usopp attempted to mend the hurt between them. That alone bothered Zoro, that Usopp even thought he had to mend anything, and he was furious to learn that Usopp thought he even needed to prove himself worthy again, even though Luffy had said otherwise. (It later dawned on him it wasn’t strictly Luffy’s approval Usopp wanted, and something inside him had ached terribly.)

Then, suddenly, it was Zoro who was afraid. Fearful of wringing Usopp’s recovering heart dry with more caustic words, ruining him beyond repair.

And yet, despite everything, Usopp kept clinging, kept putting his hands between the same metaphorical tiger's teeth that had already cut into him so deeply. His content expression and warm touch contradicted the tremble of his body when Zoro unintentionally squeezed him a bit too tight in his arms.

Usopp might have been foolhardy for attempting to domesticate the petulant beast that was Zoro’s heart, but Zoro knew he was just as (if not more) guilty for failing to shut it down. It was too late; the tiger had grown accustomed to being regarded as a lazy house cat, but the hunger was still that of a tiger.

#zosopp #one piece #mine #hound fics

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blacklegsanjiii · 3 months

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i think truly the most absurd parenting scenario we could put sanji in is with Real Pirate King Buggy 🦅🦅🦅🦅

Sanji would really suit that like. commedia dell’arte venetian theatre. Sanji would make a fine Arlecchino or Tartaglia (both lover roles, but Arlecchino or ‘the Harlequin’ is often a trickster character too)

Buggy would unironically be an incredible father tho. like. i am fully confident that there is nothing Buggy doesn’t excell in despite his pathetic soppy wet cat existence. He’s a COMPETENT soppy wet cat.

Sanji growing up as an acrobat in Buggy’s circus and getting doted on by all the crew oh ya know he’d love the dramatic flamboyance of it all.

Listen.

Listen, you're cooking. And it smells GREAT! But I think we need to adjust the seasoning a bit. Buggy managed to successfully hide in the East Blue and be forgotten from Roger's crew and all his adversaries. Like Buggy has to be running a network of some sort. He probably has informants in the New World ya know? For sure in the Grand Line.

I don't really fuck with Shuggy ATM(crossguild brain rot) but like also Buggy probably knows about Usopp and Luffy and that's part of why he signed the(forged) adoption papers. Sanji is also probably skilled with all sorts of weapons? His kitchen knives are not weapons but like he has a set of knives that are always hidden on him. He probably shows Usopp a bunch of spices and stuff that are good for bombs and Nami and Robin are confused about exactly how much in universe Shakespeare, albeit Robin is impressed. Luffy just knows but imagine Zoro finds out when the cook, who doesn't fight with his hands just swallows a Marines sword to distract them right before Luffy Gum Gum Pistols them.

Rayleigh talks more about Shanks and Sanji is just looking at his nails and briefly brings up Buggy. And Sanji can't help himself when he says "at least he's not a dead beat, he didn't abandon me" which makes Robin laugh and Luffy and Usopp ask what means and Sanji is like "you both haven't seen the Redhair crew since you were in the single digits, Buggy saw me at Baratie three weeks before you lot wrecked it and he would stop by every couple of weeks normally" And the crew is shook.

Like then Sanji just proudly showing everyone his photo of the Buggy Pirates, him, and Buggy in the adoption office and then again with just Buggy and Sanji and the paper and the jolly Roger. Rayleigh is having heart palpitations as Nami, Luffy, and Zoro scream at how lame his dad is and Sanji is like "oh you guys are the reason he's in Impel Down this makes sense" and Rayleigh is losing it. Shakky is laughing so hard. Rayleigh asks if anyone is planning to get Buggy out of prison and Sanji shrugs and says the lion is in charge now.

And then after the time skip to the forming of the crossguild everyone keeps shitting on. Like imagine Mihawk and Croc walking into Buggy's tent and seeing Black Leg Sanji as a child in full clown get up sitting on his own head in a photo and next to it is the adoption photo. When they ask Buggy about it hes just like "oh yeah, I adopted him at ten. Saw him all the time after he started at Baratie. Unfortunate he's not out of his civilian phase yet." And Croc and Mihawk are reeling. "Then again I think having to relive his trauma in Germa and with Big Mom probably didn't help, oh well. I'll talk to him about it when I see him."

When they see each other is some meeting between the Hats, the Guild and Redhair Pirates Luffy and Usopp are really happy to see their dad's. Sanji is probably being passed around by Buggy's crew and petting Richie who has him pinned to the ground and Crocodile is groaning that the clown's kid did the whole Mr. Prince thing and Shanks is confused because "you didn't tell me you had a brat?"

"well I legally adopted him eleven years ago and when Garp found out he said I was a better dad than you and Roger and Rayleigh so."

#black leg sanji #buggy the clown #silvers rayleigh #clown!sanji #these are going off the fuxking rails recently jfc #i love it #vinsmoke sanji #answers #cross guild

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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You can't tell me that Sanji loves a melaninated queen who can absolutely wreck him. I can see his liking dominant women who aren't afraid of speaking their mind. A women who will absolutely indulge in Sanji's perverted fanatics even if it means getting him roughed up.

A/N: I LITERALLY HAVE A WRITING W BLACK Y/N THAT LOVES HIS PERVINESS IN MY DRAFTS BUT U ADDING THE DOMINANT PART? Yesss imma just move what I wrote to here hehe also this is way longer than I thought so I’ll make a part two.

Having a Crush on Pervert Sanji (Black Fem! Reader) Part 1

C/W: pervert Sanji, Alotta Kissing, And Yeah?

You really love perverts. (Not Mineta)

You think that’s why you fell in love with Sanji.

He has no sense of boundaries besides not putting his feet hands on women .

He’s a pervert though.

Which is why so many women have turned him down he comes off too strong,

But you.

You really like it.

Imagine how bad of a pervert he’d be with three women on the ship and you being the only one that actually feeds to his pervertedness.

You let Sanji get away with so much,

You invite him to take a shower, you let him in your room when you’re not in there, you let him nuzzle his face in your breast at the most random times, and even kissed him a few times out of excitement.

You stress the crew out (especially Nami) sometimes doing this to Sanji, Do you know how many trips to Chopper he had to take because of you?

You were too good to him, and he knew that.

Which is why he’s more protective of you. No man can have the leeway he has. Sanji never seen you allow any other men to get as close as he was with you so clearly he was the special one.

“Y/nnnnn, why do you beat that guy THAT badly?! We got kicked out of the store I didn’t even get that pretty shirt in the window!”

“Because Nami that asshole kept touching my thigh….You can look at the merchandise not touch it.” Nami just didn’t get you, you always damn near kill a guy for even cat calling you, but Sanji the perv does way worse and you just give him a pass.

“If it was Sanji you’d let him do it.” Robin added as you three walked back to the ship.

“Of course, he’s Sanji.” You just shrugged as if that was an obvious statement, because it was. You had a soft spot for the Blondie, ever since you joined you liked his company so by default you were more flirtatious around him than any other man.

That was just an unspoken rule for you both.

However as much as you touched him and you let him touch you it never gotten as far as you giving him a kiss. And that alone was something Sanji could just accept.

He’d never take advantage of you no, no. But today he wanted to push that boundary.

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNN!!!” You just came back from the Crow’s Nest training with Zoro all day, you were irritated, hungry, thirsty, and tired and the ring of Sanji’s love struck voice didn’t help.

“Hey hey, Ji…” your voice was weakened from the yelling you also did with Zoro because he kept making you do “JuSt oNe mOrE sEt”. Sanji immediately noticed this when you came down from the ladder and rushed to see his favorite girl, your pretty brown skin was shiny and wet from your sweat, your hair were no longer in its typical bun but now out and wild covering your face. You really wished you had braids in now. You looked and felt a mess. Almost embarrassed to be seen by your Prince. He didn’t care, he loved seeing you this way, in your natural state; no makeup, no flashy clothing, and venerable. Sanji knew only he was permitted to see you like this.

“My love, you look like you’re about to faint!” He grabs you tightly by the waist, you lean your head on his shoulder almost immediately. His thumb rubbed your hand for a short while before just picking you up bridal style to the kitchen. “You don’t need to walk, Princess I got you!”

You giggled in his neck and hummed, Sanji tilted his head to tap your warm cheek against his walking to the kitchen to liven you up before bed, you feeling his strong arms hold up your not so clean body, he loved holding you like this, and since you’re only wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts he got to see your breast and thighs jiggle as he picked you up. “I stink Sanji I should take a bath.”

“Nonsense, you smell as beautiful as you look!” His words seemed like such a lie, but even if you didn’t think so Sanji most definitely was telling the truth, he loved your smell, your natural scent, he wanted to savor it as you were so close to his nose, but he knew later tonight he’d be able to when you invite him sleep with you tonight.

Because that’s what you always do.

“Drink this.” He gave you a cup with water and a lot of ice—-just how you like it. You already downed the water in two big gulps, feeling the ice liquid flow all inside your chest granted you a perk of energy to want to take a bath, Sanji insisted you sit for a moment before doing so.

You sat in silence looking at the half eating cup of ice with your mind wandering somewhere else, you don’t even know what you’re thinking about, there was no noise beside the clashing of dishes being tossed from tonight’s dinner. You didn’t eat much because you and Zoro we’re going to train right after, you regret the decision now as you felt your tummy growl. You didn’t want to eat so late though…but fuck it why not you worked your butt off tonight and you knew your Prince would be more than happy to give you something to eat.

“Ji…” Almost as if he read your mind (or heard your stomach) he placed a bowl of your favorite fruit in front of you. He presented it in his waiterly and gentleman like fashion throwing a small wink at you when you look back up at him.

“If you’re still hungry i can make you a smoothie.” He turned to finish cleaning the counter of the slight mess he made from the fruit remnants. “You should eat something light after a workout. Also I’ll kick that moss head’s ass later for going too hard on you. I heard you both yelling from here…asshole never knows how to treat a lady.”

You huff a giggle at his last remark with half the piece of the refreshing fruit in your mouth before chewing. This was so much better than what you were going to ask for and Sanji knew it. You felt the juices squirt out of your mouth once you swallowed your last piece and wanted to thank your favorite cook for such a filling and sweet post workout meal.

“Ji…” You nearly moan out to get his attention completely, he turns around with his same love struck face, but it’s more subdued and a tinge of red on his cheeks. He noticed the light mess on your lips dripped down your chin and hurried to your aid with a paper towel to hand you. Instead of using that to wipe your face you grabbed the cook’s cheeks to give him a wet sloppy kiss in return.

You always liked the idea of him cleaning you up.

His eyes were shot open wide for a moment not registering how quick you were , but they then rolled back feeling your cold wet lips touch his, he returned the favor of the kiss to sucking the rest of the juice off your mouth. You usually never go far as to a peck on his cheek or a few peppered kisses but tonight Sanji damn near couldn’t take it he wanted to taste you. Surprisingly you didn’t push back when he furthered the kiss. Both of his arms keeping steady with holding both the back of your chair and the edge of the table bent over.

Sanji moaned in your mouth and you only had half a second to decide but you slid your tongue inside the small opening almost as if you were pushing your way through and explored his mouth. It tasted like cigarettes and something sweet mixed with the fruit you just ate. It was a weird combination, but it’s taste was addictive.

In that moment Sanji felt like he died and went straight to Heaven, your lips were still so soft and moisturized and he nearly felt embarrassed you were doing all the work, because you were the only woman to ever kiss him. He was weak to you and he wanted nothing more than to be used by you—whatever you wanted to do to Vinsmoke Sanji you were granted the pleasure of doing so.

“More…” His voice was cracked and nearly whining when you pulled back, you came back to his lips when he grabbed you with both hands on your cheeks to finish what you started. “More..”

“Sanji i—…mmmph!!” He barely let you breathe he NEEDED more of you to taste. In the back of your head you knew this probably shouldn’t have been a good idea. You knew Sanji, you knew he was touched starved, and you knew eventually your toying with him would get you in trouble.

“Sanji Wait!” You Held his shoulders back to breath out a chuckle, you looked up at his face and he had that same goofy love struck grin with blood now smeared on his cheek. You both were panting when Sanji kneeled in between your thighs not looking away at you, almost as if he were begging. You never had a man so…needy for you before, but somehow…it was a turn on? No. Couldn’t be. You only had sex once before with an old tatted pirate captain in your past and he was very dominant causing you to be the one begging. But this? …

“What are you Doing, Sanji?” Your Voice nearly teasing as your hands were cupping his cheeks rubbing the wetness of it.

“I…please…please do what you want…to me.”

Good thing you like trouble.

Part 2

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 month

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HELLLOOO 🛎 ANON HERE!! Ready to speak some things after like… 9000000 YEARS!

ANYWAY. I was thinking quite a lot-

1. When Y/N ate the devil fruit plenty and plenty of years ago, how did it taste? I know devil fruits taste INCREDIBLY HORRIBLE (like I imagined Ace’s devil fruit would taste like ashes, devil fruits relating to animals tasting like dead animals, logia ones like crocodile for example would prob taste like SAND or a literal cactus) it could taste like rotten determination-

2. I would also like to know if reader ever met Kuma before? If they do, they’d prob met him and some others when they were still sl@ves, and dang… reader is abt to make Kuma and Bonney’s trauma worse huh 😭

3. Imagine Jinbei teaching reader fish karate thoooo THATD BE SO WHOLESOME- And not just Jinbei tecahing Y/N how to protect themselves, Zoro would teach them how to use swords, Sanji would teach them how to kick and show them some moves (like how Zeff taught him SOBS), etc…

(Bonus : Zoro naps daily with Y/N and Chopper.)

Hi bell anon!!!! Good to hear from you again! :]

1) y/n’s devil fruit tasted both too bitter and sickeningly sweet if that makes sense. On one hand a part of it tasted bitter and rotten like bad intentions, something dark and squirmily unpleasant. On the other it tastes sickeningly sweet in a way that makes your face scrunch up from too much sugar, like an over sweetened dessert that makes your teeth rot from the inside out. It tastes like that all at once. Two opposites on the spectrum of taste that make it a most unpleasant experience

2) they might’ve met kuma before more so in passing or in a small glance. Admittedly I don’t know much about kuma so I’ll have to do some research on him later lol

3) omg that’s such an adorable idea, u totally see that happening. The crew are always so worried for them so I can definitely see Sanji, zoro and Jinbe volunteering to teach them better self defence. Bonus points to zoro tho since y/n got their sword from Mihawk which makes him rub that in Sanji’s face lol

4) them napping goes in order of Zoro as the heat source, y/n laying on his chest cuddles up with chopper. When this happens and zoro wakes up he doesn’t have the will to move, it’s like the cat rule of if it’s asleep on your lap you physically can’t get up lol

#answers #determination!

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cebwrites · 2 years

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Reacting to being kissed as a confession (Kidd)

Zoro and Bartolomeo’s reactions gn reader, mostly fluff word count: 0.6k

Kidd’s stunned, out of surprise if anything, but it doesn’t take long until he realizes what’s going on, and now he’s hot on your heels, yelling at you across the ship to explain yourself

“Oi, __, what the hell was that?! Don’t run away from me, coward!”

It’s a wild goose chase for the both of you, disrupting everyone else’s routines on the Punk as you made a mad dash though the halls and across the deck, weaving in between and away from people just to avoid having to have that awkward conversation or walk the plank for having kissed your captain without permission

Eventually, Kidd corners you, or you’ve been handed in by the crew (Killer) to minimize the destruction the two of you have wreaked on everyone’s peaceful Sunday afternoon, and Kidd’s not taking evasion as an answer anymore You shrink under his gaze, playing cat and mouse for the better part of the day certainly hasn’t made Kidd any less temperamental than he usually is But at the same time, there’s a certain kind of impatience radiating from your captain that you can’t quite place your finger on - the way that he’s tapping his foot, his eyes flickering from here to there across you; almost as if he’s desperately searching your body language for an indication for what your answer might be. You manage to gather up the courage to blurt out a hasty explanation before Kidd’s head explodes in a similar fashion to his hair, bracing yourself for the aftermath as you speak about how you’ve always admired him as your captain, propped out his ideals of loyalty and fearlessness on a pedestal as a goal for you to strive to but as time passed and the more you were around him - you realized that these feelings weren’t simply of admiration. You adore your captain, you’d lay down your life for him - as you would for anyone else on this crew and them for you - but Kidd was different, he was special, he was the man who would conquer the world with his crew at his side and you feel selfish for wanting more. When the eruptive response you were expecting doesn’t come, you turn back to look at your captain - Kidd doesn’t look happy, but it doesn’t feel like he’s going to bite your head off any time soon, either “That’s how ya’ really feel, ey?” His voice is gruff, his gaze heavy as you nod, stubbornly standing your ground as you maintain unwavering eye contact - you could handle at least this much, especially if you were expected to be Kidd’s partner. He’s leant back in the chair by his workspace, sitting with his legs spread wide and the arrogance alongside it fit for a king. Suddenly, he pats his lap, you blink. Kidd levels a look your way - ‘Well, go on then, I’m waiting’ You can see it in his eyes, wasting no time more as you make yourself comfortable on his large thigh and the broad expanse of his chest. His organic arm snakes around your waist, the warmth is welcomed, you feel like you could get used to this. “Heh, partners, huh? I can roll with that.” Kidd moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet the man halfway. It’s a rough, breathless kiss that leaves you yearning for more even as the need for oxygen rips you away. Kidd smirks when he sees you gasping for air, his shirt bunched in your fists as he takes your chin between his fingers. You think he’s going in for another one when he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, already smeared in his favorite shade of red, when Kidd leans into your ear instead, “Pull that clown shit again and I’m getting Haikei to toss you in the drink.”

#cebwrites #eustass kid #kid x you #kid x y/n #kid x reader #one piece imagine #fluff #but it's kidd so not that much #one piece

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foxydivaxx · 6 months

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Zosan Actor AU Part 2

- The incident with Emma and Sukuna affected Sanji so much that he increasingly becomes a reclusive artiste, reducing the amount of interviews that he does. Same with Zoro. The media shitstorm got to both of them and scarred them for life

- They even deactivated their social media accounts for a while

- The rest of the Strawhats end up doing most of the promotional work for them

- Zoro and Sanji end up getting married at a private ceremony at their home

- Sanji wore a white outfit similar to what his character would wear in Whole Cake Island whilst Zoro wore a black tux

- Luffy and Nami were their respective best man

- Fans are so happy for them and everyone calls Sanji Sanji Roronoa much to his amusement. They trended on social media that week

- Shanks officiated the wedding and the entire cast and the rest of Aogiri were there

- Zoro proposed to Sanji a couple months prior whilst they were chilling in Paris for Sanji’s birthday. They kept quiet about this. People were shocked when they eventually found out

- He and Zoro finally began to grant interviews again

- Sanji then releases a music video and Whitebeard laughed as Sanji is still the same old naughty boy as before. Yup Sanji did not tone down the sexiness at all

- Zoro loves married life as Sanji is finally his and no one can dare take him away from him

- Zoro calls Sanji wifey nowadays and Sanji calls him husbandu or hubby

- Just when you thought the Roronoas would slow down the sex, think again. Their sex life is even wilder as newlyweds. Now Zoro has an excuse to get home early.

- Sanji has started wearing sexy lingerie, something he has always wanted to try for so long. Last time he did that was during his stripper days

- They have adopted two cats named Ginger and Milo. Ginger is as sassy as Sanji and Milo is as cool and chilled as Zoro

- Whenever they arrive on set, Zoro gives Sanji either a bridal carry or a piggyback ride

-Sanji loves giving his husband a back massage

- Whenever they are away from each other, they sext or engage in phone sex

- Zoro said that what attracted him to Sanji besides his sexy ass was his beautiful smile and Sanji said that Zoro’s swagger got his attention

- Whole Cake Island was difficult for Sanji emotionally as some aspects of the story hit real close to home to the point where he would be reduced to a crying mess in the more painful scenes. Got so bad that he passed out from crying too much. Everyone panicked and he was rushed to hospital and had to go on a hiatus for a while

#roronoa zoro #Sanji #one piece #zosan

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entropiceye1342 · 8 months

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Spoiler free review for Netflix's live action One Piece!

WOW.

A lot of stuff to love! I absolutely ADORE this take on the adventure of the Straw Hat Pirates!

The Straw Hats are all cast perfectly, the supporting cast is spot on. Everyone NAILS their characters!

Give the man a crown!

Iñaki Godoy as Luffy is goofy and oblivious in all the right ways. He sticks the perfect landing of the emotional intelligence that was crucial to bring the deeper side of Luffy to life, and doesn't neglect the hyperactive child side either! Seeing him gleefully bounce around - both in and out of fights- was special. The CGI was pretty good! Better than I expected, really. I appreciate making Luffy a little more level-headed, it's a good choice to tone down the chaos goblin for live action 🤣

It was magnificent to see Luffy grow into a "real" pirate in this arc, and he will be the KING!

Mackenyu as Zoro is a bit "too cool" but honestly I expected it to happen, people tend to overlook the fact that 90% of the time he's just as dumb as Luffy 🤷 but MAN is he cool. He really surpassed my expectations for the fight scenes, and did not skip on the brutality! 3 Sword Style was stunningly realized and incredible fun to watch- even without drawing a single blade!

His one liners and sarcasm are on point, ESPECIALLY regarding Sanji 🤣

Emily Rudd as Nami is INCREDIBLE. Smart as a whip and wily as ever, this cat burglar lands on her feet! In and out of combat, Nami is quick on her feet and with her wit. One Piece passes the Bechdel test once again, and her story is every bit the emotional powerhouse as its manga and anime counterparts- better in some moments! 'Nuff said.

Jacob Romero Gibson as Usopp is delightful, though unfortunately he doesn't get as much time to shine as the others. When he does though, it's fantastic!

He really got the little things down about the character without needing to be as over the top as his counterparts- a bullseye from the sniper!

Sanji is perfect as well, you can SEE the training Taz Skylar went through for the part, from the mouth watering food to the killer martial arts. Every bit as fun to watch as the rest of the Monster Trio! My expectations for him were already high, and he kicked them into the stratosphere.

I'm glad they toned down the flirting, they found the right balance and played it well. Sanji matches Zoro in the bickering spectacularly, an absolute must that exceeded my hopes in both of their performances.

I'm not gonna list everyone but because I love this stupid fucking clown:

Jeff Ward as Buggy is an absolute TREAT, I am a huge fan of this take on the character. The perfect storm of bumbling dipshit who wants to be taken seriously, but still pretty intimidating at times. LOVE it. His jokes are GOLD.

Speaking of! Gold Roger, the man who started it all! *mwah!* Dazzling performances from him AND the Marines.

The few nitpicks I have are minor, the childhood acting ranges from ok to abysmal, Lily Fisher as young Nami is a notable standout. Some of the "minor" characters suffer from wooden acting, but honestly that's about the worst of it.

The Fishmen look a little low budget in their early appearances, but are absolutely PERFECT when they are the ones in the spotlight. Absolutely phenomenal work from McKinley Belcher III, my biggest fear from this was Arlong being done wrong and he CRUSHED IT!

The soundtrack was rousing, it truly felt like a call to adventure! And above all the SET DESIGN 😭

They TRULY brought the world that Oda Senseii has been drawing for us all these years, to life.

And now, anime One Piece is trending on Netflix.

THE GREAT PIRATE ERA IS HERE!

Here's to hoping Netflix doesn't Netflix it 🍻

What did you think?

Especially if this is your introduction to One Piece, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts!

#one piece live action #iñaki godoy #straw hat luffy #one piece #emily rudd #nami #mackenyu #roronoa zoro #jacob romero gibson #usopp #taz skylar #vinsmoke sanji #jeff ward #buggy the clown #mckinley belcher iii #arlong #one piece anime

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betweenbreaths · 1 year

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like it rough (zoro x reader)

Summary: For your 51st duel victory against Zoro, you had the perfect punishment planned for your rival.

Rating: explicit (smut) - you have been warned.

AO3 link is in the replies to this post! Hope you enjoy. :)

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Zoro.

The name alone was enough to get your teeth grinding, nerves alight with fire. Irritation would flare on your skin, and your lips would immediately shift downwards into a scowl.

It wasn’t news to anyone on this ship that you and Zoro got along about as well as a cat and mouse did. You had a strong rivalry with him from the moment you first met, being a talented swordswoman whose strength even he acknowledged. He had even picked a fight with you first, and that hadn’t changed ever since you became a part of the crew. Duels were a frequent occurrence, and the two of you were often so closely tied that the crew eventually started placing bets on each duel and keeping count of the number of wins and losses you both had.

As of this morning, it was 50 wins for him, and 51 wins for you.

The tip of your sword was at his Adam’s apple as you stared down at him in triumph, a smug smirk playing on your lips. Zoro’s fierce scowl was his only weapon left, seeing as his three swords had been flung to the other end of the ship.

“Looks like it’s my win today,” you grinned, and you waited for him to look away with a displeased click of his tongue, before you lowered your sword and sheathed it by your side. “I’ll let you know what your punishment is later.”

Yes, the wins came with a prize, which was how the both of you had managed to make life straight up hell for each other on the ship. He had once made you do a thousand push-ups in a day, while on another occasion you had kicked him off the ship to swim and keep up with the Sunny-Go until sunrise.

But, the physical punishments eventually took a turn for something else altogether, when you first made him kiss you as a joke. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, because you believed that not even his firm resolve to honour his word would convince him to do it. While it wasn’t something you had exactly wanted either, the thought of pissing him off that much had won over your urge to throw up in his face.

Except, when he did kiss you (because he was a man of his word through and through), you didn’t feel bad enough to vomit. In fact, it was far from it. His lips, rough and harsh against yours, actually felt… good. You had found yourself losing to his kiss, it being very much like a fight on its own as he had pressed you up against the wall, caging yourself between the wooden planks and his hard body. He had gripped your neck in his big, calloused hand, and you found yourself unable to breathe. But the moment you gasped for air, he had snatched the chance to push his tongue in, sliding against yours and kissing you until you nearly saw stars behind your eyelids.

When he finally pulled away (and thank goodness he did or you might have passed out from suffocation) with a string of saliva connecting your lips, your knees had instantly buckled and you had crumbled to the floor, much to his obvious satisfaction. He had smirked at you as he wiped his lips dry with the back of his hand, remarking about how you should have told him earlier if you had wanted to kiss him all along.

That… That was the smirk that started it all. Not about to take that insult lying down, the next few duels grew more intense, and so did the punishments. They became increasingly daring, bold, and brazen, and before you knew it, the both of you had essentially become what you could only describe as friends with benefits… or rather, enemies with benefits.

Today, you had won, and you knew exactly what sort of punishment awaited the man.

With a sultry smile, you squatted down and leaned in so your lips were right next to his ear. “Meet me in my room later once everyone is gone,” you whispered in his ear, deliberately tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue. The action was hidden behind the curtain of your hair, so the rest of your crewmates wouldn’t see.

Zoro said nothing, but you felt him tense up at your fleeting touch.

Nothing more was said, and you pulled away, flashing a bright smile to your crewmates who were cheering for your latest win.

While you went to grab a drink with them, from the corner of your eye you noticed the swordsman slink off quietly, no doubt, to pout in a corner, and probably to ponder about what awaited him that night.

A smile played on your lips as you took a large gulp of beer. Zoro was going to absolutely hate whatever was coming for him.

***

By the time the ship reached the next island, it was already evening. The rest of the crew were quick to hop off to explore the new island, find supplies and to do some shopping. In the meantime, you and Zoro stayed behind to “guard the ship”. Your crewmates had looked at you warily when the both of you suggested that, and Nami had only left after warning the both of you not to fight while they were gone and end up destroying the ship in the process.

She was asking for the impossible, really, but if anyone or anything was getting destroyed tonight, it would be a certain annoying mosshead.

Once everyone was gone, you slipped into your bedroom where you began to get ready. And by getting ready, you meant setting up quite the show for him.

Your clothes were dishevelled, you were lying on your bed with your legs spread wide apart, fingers rubbing against your wet slit. Honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a little desperate today, given that your last duel with Zoro had been a good week ago. That particular punishment had involved a lot of rough sex against the wall, where he had you pinned while he hammered his cock ruthlessly into you.

Just the memory of it had you digging your teeth into your bottom lip, and a long sigh left you when your digit prodded against your sensitive clit. You missed it: his rough hands roaming all over your body, his teeth leaving stinging marks on your skin, and the sound of his deep groans and breaths in your ears. He made an exceptional sex partner, and time seemed to stretch too long now as you waited for him, eagerly anticipating how he would look when he saw you like this, needy and desperate for him.

Another soft moan left you as you hit a particularly good spot, all while imagining the face he would make when he walked in on you, booking like this. No doubt he would be in shock, and probably pissed that you had gone ahead to start without him, as if he wasn’t enough to get you hot and bothered. And most importantly, you knew he would be turned the fuck on by the sight of you exposed and ready for him to pound you, to take you completely and brand you as his own.

Only, things weren’t about to go down as he thought it would.

You missed the sound of the door clicking open as your moans drowned it out and with your eyes closed. It was only when you heard a tap on the floor that your eyes flew open and your head snapped towards the doorway, where Zoro stood, staring at you with slightly parted lips and a raised brow.

Obviously, he hadn’t quite expected this.

But in true Zoro fashion, his momentary shock was quick to morph into something more pleased, approving, as his lips shifted up into his trademark smirk, one that he knew made him look like an ass.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He reached his hand out, about to stroke your calf, only for his hand to be swiftly kicked away.

“Paws off,” you told him, much to his displeasure. A wicked grin spread on your face as you used your toes to point to the chair that you had placed, facing the bed. “Now take a seat there.”

Zoro stared at you warily, obviously sensing something was off here. After a moment’s hesitation, he sat down obediently.

“What, I’m supposed to sit here and watch?”

For once, there was a working brain in that musclehead of his. “Yes, you’re going to stay there and watch. And you’re going to keep that big mouth of yours shut unless I tell you otherwise.”

That earned you a glare from the man who didn’t fancy taking orders from anyone other than his captain.

“Do you understand?” These were your rules, and like it or not, he was being punished right now, so the swordsman could only swallow his pride and nod. Very. Reluctantly.

He then proceeded to fold his arms and watch you quietly, just as you had instructed.

Good.

You began moving your fingers through your folds again, and spread your legs wider so Zoro could get a full show. He stared intently, his gaze piercing your body as he watched your juices glisten on your skin, listened to the sound of your fingers thrusting in and out of your hole, and to the dirty moans leaving your mouth.

As strange as it was, you were oddly turned on by the fact that he was watching you. His expression was stoic as always, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he spectated, his pupils darkening dangerously the moment you mewled his name in a sultry voice. His jaw was tense, and you could see his arm muscles tightening as his self-control eroded away as time went on. You could only wish those thick arms were wrapped around you instead, holding you tightly while he rammed into you and did whatever he wanted.

Your eyes lowered, and you noticed that there was now a noticeable bulge growing in his pants. Still, the swordsman made no effort to undo his pants, keeping true to his word to not move from his position.

He was so obedient today… maybe it was time you gave him a little treat.

You pulled out your fingers, and pushed yourself up on your elbows before getting on all fours on the bed. Zoro’s gaze was still fixated on you, and for some reason that gave you a surge of confidence as you slowly crawled towards him, until you were close enough to touch his lips with your fingers that were just inside you moments ago.

“Suck.”

The corners of his lips tugged up into an amused smile before they parted. You pushed your fingers into his mouth, feeling your centre throb with want when you felt his tongue wrap around your fingers, licking them and sucking just like you wanted. All the while, he kept his eyes squarely on you, perhaps in defiance.

In response, your other hand reached forward and swept over his bulge. His demeanor cracked then, and a low grown ripped from his throat, hips flinching upwards at your touch. You smiled sweetly at him, continuing to palm him over his pants, while he tried to suppress his groans. “You got so hard just watching me,” you murmured, lifting yourself and moving to sit in his lap. “I didn’t know you liked me that much.”

Your words seemed to hit a nerve, because suddenly you felt his teeth, and before you could react, he bit down. Hard.

“Ow!” You yelped, pulling back and holding your hand to your chest while he chuckled, licking his lips and looking quite pleased with himself. Ass.

“I didn’t know you liked me watching you that much.”

Great, he was back to his usual brazen, cocky self. With a glare, you climbed onto his lap, making yourself comfortable and rolling your hips once. The sweet friction between his hard bulge and your wet pussy had you sighing in much needed relief. Zoro’s chest rumbled against your palms, a deep groan rippling through him as you moved. His hands were now on your waist, moving down to grip your ass tightly and help you ride against his own moving hips. He was leaning back in his chair now, grunting with each press of your centre against him, and it didn’t take long before you decided that you needed something more.

With one hand you reached down, tugging the sash around his waist loose and pulling the waistband of his pants down as far as it could go. You then pulled his cock free, the hard member stiff and wet in your palm.

“Fuck… Yeah, like that…” He was cussing under his breath as you moved your hand up and down his cock, stroking it with just the right amount of force that he liked, but you weren’t about to get him off. You might have considered if he had played nice, but he had another thing coming if he thought you would be so quick to forgive him after biting your fingers like that.

You stopped moving then, and got off his lap before retreating back to the bed. Zoro looked like he wanted to follow, but the moment he leaned forward, he realised something was amiss.

He glanced behind him, where he realised his hands had been securely cuffed to the chair. He had been too caught up in your amazing handjob to notice earlier. Obviously, if he really wanted to he could easily break free of those bounds, but he knew better than to do that; after all, it was your win. Your night.

“Seriously?”

“You look so much better when you’re bound. I think I could get used to this,” you grinned at him. He looked like he wanted to protest, but was interrupted by a loud moan of his name when you plunged your fingers deep inside you once again. With your free hand you started rubbing at your clit in circular motions, this time determined to finish where you had left off.

Zoro could only watch helplessly as you touched yourself, building up to your orgasm without him. You knew yourself best, and your fingers were hitting all the right spots just where you liked it. Sure, it was no Zoro, but you had been pent up enough that your fingers were all you really needed right now. That, and the added satisfaction of knowing that Zoro could only watch you and couldn’t do anything about his own raging boner. Pissing him off was the cherry on top and you found yourself soon falling over the edge as your fingers began bringing you to the high that you so craved and wanted.

Your hips began to move, and your ass lifted off the bed, showing yourself off completely to the swordsman sitting in front of you, while your fingers began moving faster and faster. He might be right; you did like him watching you, more than you thought you would. Maybe it was because of how sexy he looked right now, his eyes lowered dangerously and his jaw locked so tightly, like a beast who was being provoked and who might pounce on you at any minute if it weren’t at your mercy.

That was right; he was at your mercy. Zoro, the man who wouldn’t back down to any enemy, no matter how strong they were, sitting there and listening to your every moan without being able to do anything about it. Just the thought of that alone made you feel like a queen, like you were on top of the world.

“Haa… Zoro… I-I’m.. Ah! I’m coming, hngh!” Without realising it, you were becoming more vocal, basking in the complete attention that he had devoted to you, and that attention only fuelled your thirst and drive as you felt the tension low in your abdomen begin to tighten, until you could no longer hold back.

With a wail of his name you hit your climax, eyes squeezing shut, body tensing and back arching off your bed as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, riding out the wave of the orgasm that surged through every inch of your body.

When you opened your eyes again, Zoro’s cock was standing tall, beads of pre-cum weeping from its tip. His face was flushed a bright red and his breathing was irregular as you got up and approached him with a deliberate slowness; like a predator stalking its prey.

That orgasm was not nearly enough.

“You look like you enjoyed that show,” you said, climbing back into his lap once more and smearing your cum on his cheeks. His darkened pupils followed your movement, and he was almost too eager to capture your lips in his when you leaned in for a kiss.

You could feel a growl rip through his throat as his tongue attacked you, as if he wasn’t tied up and helpless right then. He kissed you hard, rough, not giving you a chance to breathe at all. He hadn’t given up this battle at all, and made it clear that he wasn’t about to lose to you, punishment be damned. His tongue was hot against yours, and just when you finally broke away for air he caught your lip between his teeth, giving it a nip before he let go, his breath fanning out on your face.

“You look like you weren’t completely satisfied after that,” he countered in a husky voice that had heat pooling in your centre once more. “I can do a better job than your fingers. I know you like it rough.”

His dirty words had shivers running down your spine, and for a moment you were tempted to release his binds and let him do whatever he wanted. Because Zoro was right; you did like it rough, and you liked it when he took the lead. He was an animal in bed, and would completely and utterly ravage you until you were satisfied and more.

But no, that wasn’t for tonight. Tonight, he was going to be your sex toy, instead of the other way around.

“Yeah, I think I prefer your cock too,” you agreed in a raspy voice, taking his member in your hand and positioning it under your slit. You rubbed against it experimentally a few times, which had you both hissing and groaning at the sweet, sweet pleasure it brought.

It was almost too easy to slide it inside you, and you didn’t pause or hesitate when you slammed it all the way in. Zoro’s head fell back, his teeth grinding together as a harsh breath left him. You, on the other hand, almost came right then and there again. The sheer size of him alone was enough to fill you up completely, and you could feel his cock throbbing against your tight walls.

It didn’t take long for his hips to start moving and thrusting upwards into you.

“Zoro! A-Ah! I thought I said… d-don’t move— Ha-ah!”

He wasn’t listening anymore—not that he ever did. His primal urges had taken over and now you were his for the taking. Not even his bound hands could stop him. Zoro was pounding into you mercilessly, and you had to cling to his shoulders to steady yourself. Your nails dug into his skin, and a particularly good thrust at a sweet spot deep inside you had you throwing your head back, baring your neck to him.

Zoro didn’t miss his chance. He swooped in, lips and teeth latching onto the skin of your neck and leaving stinging marks as he sucked and nipped, eliciting sweet noises from you that were music to his ears. You should probably have made him stop; the marks would be visible for all to see come morning, and then the crew would finally realise what the two of you had been up to all this time. Well, maybe some of the denser crewmates wouldn’t get it (like your captain) but the rest would certainly be able to put two and two together.

You couldn’t find the will to push him away though, not when he was doing magic to your body. Hitting you in all the right spots, his mouth rough on your skin just the way you liked it — if only his hands were free. You knew he would be putting those to good use. Very good use.

“Why don’t you uncuff me?” he asked then, as if reading your mind. You were leaning over his chair now, fingers holding on to the backrest for dear life as he continued to ram you, as if his stamina was limitless. You wondered how long he had been doing this for now, and how long more he could keep this up.

From that devilish, crooked grin adorning his face, you knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“Then how would it be a punishment for you?” you shot back breathlessly, as you bounced on his lap, meeting his hips with yours, basking in the sound of wet skin, sex and moans that had filled the room.

“At the rate we’re going, it’s going to be more like punishment for you.”

He made a point, and a pretty damn good one too. But you knew what awaited you the moment you freed him: he would pounce, and then you would be at his mercy for the rest of the night, until he was thoroughly satiated.

The thought alone made you shiver, especially when you met his piercing gaze. You knew what the other wanted; perhaps that came with being each other’s strongest rivals. Zoro understood you in a way no one else could, as you did him.

Perhaps that was what started it all in the first place. The reason why you even brought up kissing as a joke. The reason why he asked for a blowjob next. The reason why you rode his face after that… The list went on, and here you were now, in his lap, him asking to be freed so he could do whatever he wanted to you. Whatever he knew you would like.

Zoro wanted to please you. And he wanted to do it all with you, the only person who could ever make him feel this good.

That was enough for you to reach into your pocket for the key. But of course, the man never needed one. All he needed was to see the key in your hand, for him to know that he had gotten the green light.

The sound of chains and wood breaking filled your eardrums then. Out of shock, your eyes screwed shut, and in the next moment, you felt a pair of hands on your waist.

You looked up, just in time to see Zoro flash a dangerous grin your way, before you were being flung against the bed, body landing squarely in the middle. The landing was hard enough to knock the wind out of you, but you weren’t given any time to catch your breath. The next thing you knew, his hands were in your hair, pulling harshly and tipping your face up so he could crash his lips to yours, in a kiss that didn’t hide his intention to claim you.

The kiss was overpowering; and you found yourself quickly succumbing to his strength. His tongue was hot, heavy, sliding and teasing your own. All the while, his body weight had you pinned tightly to the bed, effectively trapping you. You were unable to move anything other than your hands, which were clawing at his shirt which you desperately wanted off.

Zoro caught on quickly enough, releasing your lips for just a second so he could pull his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor. His pants were off swiftly too, and thank goodness for that brief respite or you may have died from asphyxiation. This man would be the death of you. Literally.

“I hope you’re ready,” he said in a tone that meant he could care less if you were on the brink of death. “You had this coming.”

Before you could get a single sound of protest out, you were being flipped over, lying on your stomach. His hand held your wrists over your head, while the other pulled your ass up into the air. The way his fingers dug into your wet folds was deliberate, you knew because Zoro was an asshole like that. You could only whine into the sheets, unable to see what he was doing or when he would finally start giving it to you.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long, not after you had worn his patience down to practically nothing. Without any warning, he shoved his thick member into you, the force of his thrust causing you to nearly lose your grip on the mattress and go flying forward. The only reason you stayed in place was his hand on your wrists, locking you in the position he loved having you in. It was easy to pound into you from here, and you knew that he loved how deep he could go, burying himself inside you completely and making you scream his name in pure ecstasy.

And scream you did, wailing his name with each hard thrust of his cock into you. He was drilling into you like a machine, and before long the waves of pleasure surging through your body had your mind going blank. You had lost the ability to form any coherent thought, and the only thing registering in your mind was the pleasure that was filling you up from the inside out.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he said, before you heard a loud slap ring across the room, and felt a sharp sting on your ass. Your jaw fell slack with a sharp gasp, before it turned into a loud, shameless moan. The pain only made you clench tighter around him and Zoro smacked you again, this time on the other butt cheek. Your moan was louder this time, and you heard him grunt in what sounded like satisfaction.

“You like that?” Zoro asked, before landing another hard smack on your ass. This time, he received a filthy, high-pitched moan. “But I know there’s something else that you like.”

The weight on your wrists disappeared, and in the next second you were flipped back on your back, and you could see him, chest heaving, perspiration rolling down the sides of his face, and a lopsided grin on his lips. His hands found their way to your knees, spreading your legs as far as they could go.

In the next instant, he was jackhammering into your centre, each thrust deadly and threatening to bring you over the edge at any given second.

“Zoro! Yes, yes, please! Harder!”

Your screams were promptly cut off by his hand wrapping around the column of your throat. You could feel the calluses on his palm against your neck where he had marked you, and he squeezed, forcing your mouth to fall open to gasp for air. Your toes began to curl, your head falling back as you lost yourself to the pleasure that he was giving you.

His thrusts were getting faster, hips snapping forward to meet you and before long, you could feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, threatening to explode at any second. You looked at him, and realised he had been watching you too, and he licked his dry lips as his expression began to morphe, pleasure causing his features to scrunch up into a frown.

He was getting close too, it seemed.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, not exactly expecting him to listen.

But surprisingly, the swordsman complied, leaning down to kiss you. As he did so, he took your breast in his hand and rolled your pert nipple between his fingers. His weight was pushing you further into the bed. It was a messy, wet kiss, both desperate for release that you could only find in each other.

“Cum for me,” he commanded in a husky, breathless voice right by your ear, and you didn’t even think about defying him. Your body was now his, and if he wanted you to cum, you would cum for him.

He rolled his hips once, twice, thrice, and with a final snap that had him burying himself in the deepest spot inside you, you fell apart with a keening moan. Your back arched high off the bed, fingers finding purchase in his hair and pulling hard as his body continued to rock against yours, his member pumping in and out of you to milk out every last drop of your orgasm. It was then that Zoro came too, a low grunt tearing from deep within his chest as his body stilled and his warm seed exploded inside of you.

It took a while for the both of you to come down from your high, and when you did, he finally rolled off you and you were able to breathe freely again.

You enjoyed the few minutes of peace that came afterwards; the both of you pausing to catch your breaths, and without trading insults for once.

Glancing over at the man laying next to you, you watched as his chest heaved with irregular breaths. He was staring up at the ceiling, looking like his mind was drawing a blank.

Watching him now, you found him slightly more tolerable. In fact, Zoro was generally much easier to tolerate when he was quiet. You might even dare say he was hands—

“Why are you smiling to yourself like that? Falling for me already?”

In an instant your lips curved downwards into a scowl, and you give him a hard elbow to the side, one that brought about a string of curses, a heated argument about anything and everything under the sun, and promises to kick each other’s ass at the next duel.

In the end, some things just wouldn’t change. And you were fine with that.

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