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I might be a little obsessed with Cop Zoro right now.

Although I totally can't imagine him on regular duty, I think he'd do quite well in a rough-and-tumble special unit.

Meet the Hunter Squad

Special unit of the S.W.O.R.D. department

Part of my Law & Order fanfiction

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"Roronoa? Bar brawl in your spare time, seriously? Are you hurt?"

The young cop shrugged his shoulders and dropped his folded arms. His hard expression suddenly softened and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a brief smile.

"Just a scratch! Need a nap! I may be drunk!" the young man grumbled and simply fell over backwards. With a thud, he came to rest on his back on the hard ground with his arms outstretched and started to snore soundly. Law leaned forward over the stretcher and looked after him. Shocked, he noticed the man laying in a pool of blood on the ground. Law wondered where it suddenly came from as he jumped up from his chair to check on the cop.

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Hubby Material

Sometimes you can't explain what you see in a person. It's just the way they can take you to a place no one else can.

Zoro wasn't good at it. Not at all. He knew this. But it didn't usually bother him either.

At least, not like it did at that moment. The moment when golden eyes rested expectantly on him and he searched somewhere in his three functioning brain cells for an answer that didn't sound completely stupid.

In theory, it was a simple question that shouldn't require much thought. And Zoro knew, deep down, that he had the answer.

He just didn't quite know how to put it into words.

And that was exactly Zoro's problem. Law expected a verbal answer. Apparently, the actions and gestures of the last few weeks had not been enough to prevent the question from being asked at all.

Too bad!

For Zoro, the question didn't even arise, and for a second he wondered if that wasn't the right answer.

No, it wasn't. It wasn't at all. It was far too vague and left plenty of room for misinterpretation. He couldn't afford that at the moment, even though he loved annoying Law and getting him on the edge of his seat. Sex afterwards was always rewarding.

But that wasn't appropriate now. Zoro felt more like his future depended on his answer, and somehow that put a pressure on him that he wasn't used to.

Well, Zoro was good with pressure. Most of the time, he just ignored it and did what needed to be done. But now it was absolutely not easy for him, because one wrong answer could ruin everything. And that fueled a fear in him that he didn't know he had.

He growled.

Why had Law had to ask such a shitty question?

Fucking hell, he was an orphan. He'd never had anyone to teach him how to deal with this sort of thing. Emotions had always been a handicap, and cold logic was the best shield. However, with the best will in the world, there was no logical answer to the question.

What did that stupid cook always say?

Emotions don't follow logic!

Great!

Absolutely helpful!

NOT!

Downright sad, Zoro realized. It wasn't just that he was thinking about the stupid Spoon Swinger right now. No, he was searching the self-proclaimed love expert's drivel for a solution to his problem of a missing answer.

An answer that shouldn't be difficult.

He liked Law. He really did!

And if his crew hadn't grown on him like family, and were just nothing more than a way station on his path to becoming the best swordsman in the world as planned, he would seriously consider continuing the journey alongside him.

The very fact that he had thought about it more than once showed what his answer would be.

There were only a few days left before they would part ways again. Assuming, of course, they survived tomorrow's raid on Onigashima.

Either way, Zoro was sure he was going to miss the surgeon.

Shit, he'd already missed him the last few days when he'd been roaming around Wano Kuni with Yasuie. And right now, he would much rather enjoy what little togetherness they had left than frantically search for a perfect answer to a simple question that shouldn't even arise.

Law and his stupid insecurity!

Law and his stupid habit of always having to have a plan!

He and his own damned inability to express emotions!

"Zoro-ya? What am I to you?" the man in his arms repeated the question as if he hadn't understood it the first time.

Yeah, he had. Very clearly and unmistakably. He was just too stupid to put it into words.

A kiss and another round of passionate sex wouldn't be enough.

Especially since Law would probably misunderstand with his tendency to overthink everything five hundred times.

Maybe it was the wrong signal, too, because Law was so much more than just sex.

Even if it was admittedly so much better than he'd known before. It wasn't just about the pure fulfillment of lust. While this was never neglected, it was the merging, the becoming one, that made it so special.

Giving himself to Law or experiencing his devotion was so much more than just trust.

Law was so much more to him, he couldn't even express it. There was never a dull moment with Law. They could talk for hours or just be silent.

They laughed a lot together and it was never strange between them.

Not even now, when it took him half an eternity to formulate an answer.

Law was always patient with him at times like this. He understood that Zoro wasn't a man of big words and just needed a little time to find the right words, especially when it came to his own feelings.

Humming, he enjoyed the gentle caress on his ribs, silently reassuring him that he could take his time.

He loved that.

Loved the intimacy and the shiver that the delicate fingers chased down his spine.

Although 3 months really wasn't long, it had been enough for Law to find a place in his soul that he could no longer imagine being without. In general, it had simply become impossible to imagine his day without Law by his side.

Which frankly made the thought of the impending separation unbearable.

Because the uncertainty of when and if they would even see each other again tied his guts in knots in a really uncomfortable way. It made it hard to breathe and if Zoro didn't know it was theoretically impossible, he would even say it physically hurt.

More than any wound he had ever experienced.

To put it simply, he simply couldn't picture his life without Law.

But what did that make Law?

What was he to him?

The world? Life? Far too pathetic!

And not right!

Because so were his nakama. But Law was something else. Something he just couldn't express.

Zoro sighed a little and pulled Law close. Held him tightly as if he could disappear.

He wished Nami was here to help him organize his thoughts. The bitch may be a greedy witch, but she was something like his best friend. They had shared many a deep conversation over a bottle of sake. Also about his relationship with Law.

Before either of them, Nami had realized that they were long past a fucking arrangement. Immediately after her arrival in Wano, she had rubbed it in both of their faces.

Perhaps the reason why they were now lying here, tightly embraced in only boxer shorts and talking about the nature of their relationship instead of having sex.

That's right! Nami was to blame for his misery, which was now giving him a headache.

Damn bitch!

She would definitely pay for that.

She could at least have given him the answer.

Although....

What had she said in Arabasta when they both realized how smoking hot Ace was.

There were three kinds of men:

The ones who were just friends. Like brothers.

The ones who were good for a fuck or a few more. Something to pass the time. You might even allow yourself to love them, although it was obvious that it wasn't forever.

And the ones who....

Oh!

Zoro looked at Law and scrutinized him for a long moment. Yeah, Law was definitely of the third kind.

The surgeon grinned at him and stroked his cheek with affection. He knew Zoro and they both knew he had found the answer.

He raised an eyebrow at him with expectation and Zoro had to grin.

"Nami would say hubby material!" he replied to the question after an eternally long moment of silence.

Law laughed softly and pulled Zoro close. Nudged him with his nose and kissed him.

"Almost romantic, Roronoa Zoro!"

"Ugh... say that again and I'll throw up!"

Law laughed.

"Definitely romantic!"

Zoro choked provocatively and grimaced. But had to laugh when Law punched him in the stomach.

"You know that my idea of romance is having you moaning under me?"

"That or the teddy bear attack and crushing me in my sleep!"

"That too!"

"Let's put off the former until tomorrow morning. I like the teddy bear right now."

"Hm... Rather a pussy than a hubby?"

"Asshole!"

"I love you too!”

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This picture made me wonder once more what steel smells like...

What does Roronoa Zoro smell like?

The survey i started because of that was quite interesting and somehow I couldn't get rid of the thought.

Too bad for Law... Now he has to solve the mystery.

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Wtf!? 🤯

I don't know what to do with this information right now. 🤔

According to Oda, Zoro smells of steel. 🗡🗡

My brain couldn't figure out how to describe the smell for a kissing scene, let alone what steel even smells like except maybe...metallic?

So I asked Google and now I'm confused. 💡

Steel itself has absolutely no inherent odor!

Only chemical reactions with the fats of the skin barrier and sweat create a metallic, slightly garlicky smell.

My head is spinning.

Theoretically, Zoro shouldn't smell of anything, because he is not made of steel, so there shouldn't be a chemical reaction to his sweat. (I kind of like the idea, considering how much he sweats and how little he showers🤢)

Or should we now assume the man smells metallic with a hint of garlic? (Not really yummi)

Argh... what do I do with the info now? What does Roronoa Zoro smell like?

🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Help!! Any ideas?

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I am absolutely convinced that Zoro and Law are very active in their sex life. They are both often quite intense and focused. However, they both thoroughly do enjoy witnessing the other lose that control.

And the easiest way to get there is through sex.

The loss of control is always thrilling and something completely new to both of them. And that's exactly why they can hardly keep their hands off each other, because losing control is addictive for both of them.

But they don't always have to go all the way. After all, giving yourself to the other and surrendering works in many ways. I think the key is to be willing to experiment. It is precisely because of this that a blind trust is sure to grow between the two of them. (Enough trust that Zoro can entrust Law with the protection of his captain on the roof of Onigashima should he die in his attack).

Enough trust to give themselves fully to the other, although both are more used to being the more active part when it comes to sex. It's easy being passive from time to time with the other.

There is simply no pressure between the two of them. Everything is somehow easy.

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Morning Glow

For Trafalgar Water D Law, there was perhaps a view that he could get used to. The Polar Tang was calmly making its way through the sea. Close to the surface, just like every morning, so that they could exchange the stale oxygen from the night for a fresh sea breeze via the valves on the main mast. Even though they had an excellent ventilation system that filtered the air in a way that it wasn't actually necessary up to 96 hours, Law still insisted on it.

On one hand, it reduced the spread of diseases via ventilation and at the same time, it improved the crew's morale to see the sparse daylight shimmering in the ocean outside their windows.

Law would never admit it, of course, but even for him it was the perfect way to start the day, sitting alone in his cabin with his coffee cup and watching the sea shimmer and glisten.

And now that a certain swordsman was sharing the bunk with him while traveling from Zhou to Wano, maybe the whole spectacle had taken on a rather picture perfect touch.

Sipping the hot caffeinated brew, Law watched the reflections of the sea dance over marbled muscles. Small shadows were cast and continued to flit across the sea-tanned skin.

He leaned back silently on the couch, savoring the caffeine and the sight of the sleeping strawhat pirate in his bed. Stripped down to his bare skin and breathtakingly hot, piratehunter Roronoa Zoro laid across the mattress on his stomach, his arms crossed over his head, one hand buried in his soft hair and hummed under his breath.

A sign of trust.

Law had learned that the piratehunter only hummed like this when he was truly asleep. And heaven knows he really rarely did, which explained his need for constant naps.

In fact, Law had only known two situations so far.

One: Mugiwara-ya ordered his swordsman to do it.

The first time he had witnessed it was during their journey on Bartholomeo's fucked-up Fanboyship. Mugiwara-ya, usually so high-spirited and always in motion that Law had inwardly labeled him with the diagnosis ADHD, had calmly settled down next to the swordsman and ordered him to rest. The swordsman had snarled in disapproval but made absolutely no effort to resist when his captain had placed his head in his lap.

Law had watched the two of them for about an hour. Mugiwara-ya stayed abnormally quiet and serious on guard, while his swordsman allowed himself to let his guard down and actually sleep.

And two: for a couple of days now, Law could occasionally hear the exact same humming in his bed in the morning while he enjoyed his first cup of coffee of the day.

The first time, the usually vigilant piratehunter had been startled out of his sleep and, heavens, he'd been annoyed. Law had been flattered when he'd revealed that it was usually only around Mugiwara-ya that he was able to trust that someone was keeping track of things while he switched himself off for good.

The mystery that Zoro was now allowing himself this moment of vulnerability around the opposing pirate, passing that responsibility with the fresh smell of coffee for a while, remained a secret between the two of them.

It was perfectly fine with Law. As a captain it was his responsibility to protect the people on his ship anyway.

Besides, it gave him the chance to enjoy this picturesque view.

Of course Law would never tell anyone about this, but Zoro was an extraordinary specimen of the human race. His body was perfect and like something straight out of a medical textbook. Defined and an anatomical blueprint. Every single muscle was well-defined and trained. There was not an ounce of too much fat, allowing the muscles to stand out fine and marbled beneath his skin. When he flexed them, one could literally see them at work.

Fine veins were visible on the skin, making it easier for any doctor to insert injections. The skin was flawless, despite the many large and small but faded scars.

The swordsman's low hum was music to Law's ears. He still wondered how a man could have such an incredibly attractive voice.

The allied pirate fascinated him in more ways than one. The doctor in him loved his anatomy and was dying to dissect him down to the last fiber to figure out how the man had survived injuries that would kill any ordinary human. Ever since Chopper had handed him Zoro's medical file because of the short-term separation, his fingers had been tingling. The little quite adorable elk had warned him specifically about the swordsman as a patient. Although he never really got sick, he was constantly suffering from life-threatening injuries and had no sense when it came to his recovery.

Law hadn't been able to resist using his Room to sneak a closer examination of the documented traumas while Zoro was in a deep slumber. There was hardly a bone in his body without traces of old fractures and many of his organs had scar tissue from internal injuries.

Nevertheless, he was still a perfectly healthy man.

His ability to heal had to be extraordinary. However, Law already experienced that his sense of physical pain was almost non-existent. Which was absolutely incomprehensible when one considered just how ticklish and sensitive the swordsman reacted to being touched.

But apart from the fact that he was a medical wonder whose secret he would love to find out, Law was also fascinated by the man.

Piratehunter Roronoa Zoro was not some emotionless demon, contrary to the myths about him. A predator, no doubt. But one that was quite docile when not provoked.

The swordsman was somehow intelligent, cunning and stupid at the same time. On the surface he gave the impression of four functioning brain cells: Breathing, sleeping, drinking and eating, training and fighting.

Maybe even sex, judging by how needy the pirate could be.

However, on a closer analysis, he was so much more than that.

He was truly masterful at trusting his instincts. And so far, Law had never once experienced them cheating on him. Except maybe when it came to his sense of direction. Which was absolutely catastrophic.

Law chuckled softly into his coffee at the thought of how sensitive the swordsman was about his weakness. But who in the name of the devil got lost on a straight path? And how on earth was it possible not to tease him about that?

The swordsman growled softly, as if he knew exactly what Law was thinking about. The smile on the doctor's lips spread a little wider. Zoro had probably rested enough and would wake up soon. Returned to his vigilance.

And Zoro truly did always keep a watchful eye on the people around him, apparently feeling somehow responsible for their protection. He was just gentler than people gave him credit for.

"Your fucking eyes might just pop out when you keep staring at my backside like that!"

The swordsman's low sleepy growl filled the room, although it was barely more than a whisper. Zoro didn't even start to move, he wasn't really fully awake yet.

"Hmm..." Law grinned into his coffee. "Just admired that bite mark on your ass cheek."

Zoro laughed quietly and clicked his tongue. "Guess the little fucker just wasn't able to control himself last night!"

"Seems like it!" Law admitted and drained his cup. He watched as the swordsman stretched and finally rose. Still sleepy, he stumbled over to Law and reached for the cup in his hand. Law smirked as the man allowed himself a brief pout at the yawning emptiness of the vessel.

Silently, he took the cup labeled Greatest Captain #1 away from him and winked. Two hand gestures and two words later, the empty vessel in his hand was replaced by a cup of fresh hot coffee.

The swordsman grinned with satisfaction and took the cup. "Lucky you. I was about to call you a fucking egotist!" he grumbled into the cup and flopped down on the sofa with Law. Just like any other morning, the surgeon spread his legs without a word and let the swordsman lean back against his chest, enjoying his first sip of caffeine for the day.

"How rude, Zoro-ya! Who the heck said I'd share my beloved mug of coffee with you?" he teased, taking the cup from the pirate again. Zoro just grumbled again, low and vibrating so Law could feel it against his bare chest. It was their little ritual.

The swordsman stole a single sip of coffee and then laid back down to sleep. This time, on top of Law. And this time on guard.

Another small detail of his morning that he could almost get quite used to. However, there was absolutely no question of being given the chance to enjoy it over the long run. They almost arrived at Wano and it was out of question that their ways will part once they took Kaido down.

Law would ask, but he knew that it was absolutely pointless. And he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was a little envious of Mugiwara-ya. Envious that this annoying rubber gnome had found this man and earned his unconditional loyalty and devotion. Even if Law had the audacity to try to steal the swordsman away - and by heavens, if he had the chance, he wouldn't hesitate for a second - all he would gain was a loss, because piratehunter Roronoa Zoro would never pledge himself to anyone other than Monkey D Luffy.

Law grumbled scowling. Who was he fooling? He wasn't envious, he was freaking jealous of Mugiwara-ya. Sure, his crew was also loyal and devoted to him, but Zoro was taking it to a level with his devotion that he would love to have all to himself.

"How can you be in such a bad mood first thing every morning?" the swordsman muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Shut up!" Law replied and reached for his chin. He gently pulled it upwards and placed a kiss on his forehead. Zoro grinned and looked at him.

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Law smiled as the piratehunter took his hand and placed it on his chest. Right over that heart. He felt a small skip in heartbeat. Well, while he might not have this man in his crew, there was something he had that nobody else could possess.

His own heartbeat safely stored in the strong chest of piratehunter Roronoa Zoro, whose beating heart he could sense calm and strong inside himself.

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"Yo! Sunnyboy!"

Surprised, the doctor wheeled around and stared at the green-haired man's far too cheeky grin. He was sitting cross-legged on a rock in nothing but sweatpants. His hands were folded in his lap. He had obviously been meditating in the secluded corner of the hotel gardens. His naked upper body was covered in hematomas in every conceivable color, from soft green to dark purple-black. Lost in thought, the dark-haired man had simply strolled past him. If the younger boy hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have noticed him.

"Sunnyboy?" Law clicked his tongue with disapproval and raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner, making the younger man laugh. Zoro shrugged, pulled one leg up to his bare chest and rested his chin on his knee. He eyed Law closely.

"Dark aura, nasty tattoos. A real ray of sunshine," he cheekily explained the pet name choice. "Quite a loose mouth for such a dwarf!" the older man countered. Another laugh and Law couldn't help but smile. Zoro got up, jumped off the rock and gallantly covered the few steps between them. "You can always compensate for size with technique," he began in a low, calm voice. Law gulped. Why was he getting off on this?

"Chronic bad temper on the other hand..." the younger man continued, coming dangerously close to the doctor and sliding his gaze up his upper body until he had to look up at him. "... no idea if there's a cure for that," the young man grinned and raised his eyebrows defiantly. Clearing his throat, Law resisted the urge to grab him and kiss him passionately.

"There is!" he heard himself say. "Sex!" The doctor couldn't believe he said that out loud. He couldn't believe the invitation he had just implied to the younger man. But he understood the reaction of his counterpart even less. Zoro gently placed his hand on the taller man's chest and stood up on tiptoe. Looked him straight in the eye. Lust and desire blazed in the silver gray, sending shivers down Law's spine. The younger man leaned in. Their lips nearly touched. Law caught himself leaning in invitingly. But was stopped by the hand of the younger man. "Too bad I practice abstinence between fights!" he breathed with his eyes closed, licked his lips and took another step back. He sighed softly, as if he actually regretted the fact. "See ya around, sunnyboy!" Again a cheeky wink before he stroked Law's chest seductively, sidled past him and simply left. Leaving the doctor standing there speechless.

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Treatment Time

"Captain? I heard some weird noises. Is everything all right?" Embarrassed by the disturbance, Bepo slid his foot across the metal floor of the Polar Tang outside the captain's quarters and scratched the back of his head.

He had thought long and hard about whether he should knock at all, after all, the captain hated being disturbed, but that groaning behind the door had simply worried him to no end. That's why he was glad when the dark-haired man stuck his head through the half-open door after several attempts to get an answer.

"Everything's fine, Bepo!" the man he would trust with his life assured him and the bear sighed with relief.

"But there was a moan?!" he questioned a little uncertain. Maybe the Captain needed help with something.

"Hm... yeah, you know... Roronoa-ya's not feeling quite well. Apparently can't handle the deep sea," the man grumbled and Bepo looked at him in dismay. "Oh, poor thing," he replied sympathetically. He was familiar with this. He was always far too hot when they were diving for long periods. But safety came before everything else.

" Yeah, really nasty!" the doctor chuckled as a pissed-off snort could be heard behind him. " Don't worry, Bepo. I'm taking good care of him. After all, we don't want to upset Mugiwara-ya because one of his crew members fell ill on the trip. Huh?"

Bepo nodded eagerly. That would be really awkward for their alliance.

"Just make sure I'm not being disturbed. I have to concentrate!" the dark-haired man instructed and the bear saluted eagerly. "Aye, aye, Captain!"

And with that, the door slammed shut again, leaving Bepo a little puzzled. His captain was a good man to care for Roronoa so devotedly. And he must have surprised the captain when he treated him in his underwear, contrary to all the hygiene rules that usually applied during treatment.

Bepo shook his head pityingly as suppressed moans could be heard from behind the door again.

He would definitely do his best to ensure that his captain wasn't disturbed.

That's why he immediately shooed Shachi and Penguin away, who stopped at the door to the captain's quarters with their heads tilted back.

"Treatment time! Roronoa is very ill!" he explained and pushed the two of them down the corridor. He couldn't understand why the two of them seemed to find this hilarious and burst out laughing.

But innocent as the bear was, he had no idea what really went on behind closed doors.

"Sick, huh!" snorted the swordsman in a huff and wanted to slit the other's throat when he laughingly shoved the muzzle back between his lips.

"Hm, I could have also told him that you were chained up and hanging from my ceiling to be whipped, Zoro-ya!" the tattooed man cooed smugly, ignoring the pirate hunter's disapproving growl.

"Shall we proceed with the treatment?"

I am not really good with backgrounds..so just ignore it...

But this scene really stuck to mind for a few weeks now. 🤫😶‍🌫️

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Oh, yeah.. they would definitly do that 🤯🥵

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To cute

DON'T YOU EVER PLAY HIM LIKE THAT bepo's jealousy is no joke and excessive force will be used

(1107 cover parody)

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I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease

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Truth or Dare

It was one of those habits that quietly and secretly crept into your life without you even realizing that you had adopted it as a matter of course. It was somehow just part of it. A ritual they used when it was just the two of them. Mostly when they quietly enjoyed a glass of alcohol together, as if they were tasting the finest wine in the world.

Zoro couldn't say how this had happened. The silence between them was never awkward. On the contrary. Being able to remain silent together without it becoming awkward in any way was something neither of them had ever experienced before. At some point someone always felt like they had to say something just to break the silence. Not so between them. They could be silent together for hours, each lost in their own thoughts, and still enjoy the togetherness.

Still, this habit had somehow crept in.

Zoro watched his counterpart as he absently stroked the edge of the glass in front of him. Drawing careful circles with the index finger over the alcohol-soaked vessel, the heavy head supported in the other hand. The Polar Tang cafeteria was characterized by deep darkness. Only the flickering candlelight on the table between them broke the shadows. The submarine's metal creaked under the pressure of the sea. The sound of the ventilation roared in the background. Otherwise it was quiet. So quiet he could hear his own breathing. The Heart Pirate crew was either asleep or quietly going about their business somewhere on the ship. The ticking of the clock on the wall announced that it was well past midnight.

Zoro sighed quietly and took a soothing sip of his glass. The heaviness of the whiskey wet his lips. Like every evening, they sat together sleeplessly. A habit that had bound them together from the start. Insomnia at night.

“Truth or Dare?”, the voice of his counterpart suddenly broke the pleasant silence, giggling softly, as if he had just had the idea of a lifetime, eliciting a knowing smile from Zoro.

There it was. This strange habit. A stupid game that they played whenever they felt like it. But never in the presence of others. After all, men like them didn't play. Golden eyes looked expectantly at Zoro, who deliberately delayed his answer for an unbearable moment by taking an intentional sip of his whiskey.

“Zoro-ya?” it grumbled to him impatiently, waiting for an answer.

“Truth!” the swordsman replied with a grin and watched as an almost childlike joy flickered briefly in the other's eyes. The rules were clear, even if they had their own. Everything stays between the two of them. If Truth was chosen, questions were allowed. In the end, the questioner had to answer his own question. Those who refused to respond to Truth had to endure a punishment which, in 90% of cases, resulted in absolute humiliation. Which is why both of them were reluctant to answer, as the other's ingenuity had already led to incredibly embarrassing actions. And that's why they both quickly agreed that Dare couldn't lead to the other's humiliation. Also why it could never be refused. Most of the time they left questions that they really wanted an answer to packaged as prompts. Tell me about…

“What's the most humiliating thing you've ever had to do?” Law wanted to know, looking closely at the swordsman so as not to miss any emotion.

“Hmm..” Zoro thought briefly, shuddering at the thought of the situation.

“That bad?” grinned the dark-haired man on the other side of the metal table when he noticed the reaction and sat up curiously.

“Nothing I ever want to repeat..” Zoro grumbled, gulping down the rest of his whiskey in one big, disgusted gulp, as if he could get rid of the bitter aftertaste of his own actions. He sighed loudly and placed the glass on the table with a loud THUMB. He could feel the Heart Pirate Captain's curious gaze on him. Impatiently tapping his fingers on the table, waiting for the answer to his question.

Zoro sighed and ran the palm of his hand through his hair before dropping his head onto the table in front of him and growling softly.

“Begging Mihawk on my knees to train me.”

Zoro could feel every muscle in Law's body tense in surprise for a moment. “You..didn't.!??” the older man stammered in disbelief, but sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, as if the shame of the humiliation was palpable, while he noticed the frustrated nod of the swordsman's head. Shaking his head, the doctor reached for the bottle of whiskey and poured it more for the younger man. “Why?” he finally asked, unable to think of any sensible reason why Zoro would swallow his pride and ask his opponent to do something like that. For a moment, Zoro's gaze was lost in the amber glitter of the glass that was pushed in front of his nose, before he stood up, shaking, as if he was trying to get rid of a heavy burden.

“Desperation, I would say...” he sighed, took the whiskey and tried again to get rid of the foul taste of the question with a long sip. Law quickly realized that with his question he had stung a hornet's nest, whose nasty inhabitant now attacked the swordsman with their stabs. Without tormenting the younger man any further with questions, he stood up, pushed their glasses and the candle aside with a generous movement, grabbed the other by the collar and pulled Zoro forcefully across the table, causing him to fall to the ground .

“What the fuck, Torao,” Zoro swore. The cool metal of the table against his back made him shiver. Angry at the rough treatment, he stared at the doctor, who, undeterred, crawled onto the table and layed down next to him, grumbling.

“I need something more comfortable. Go on..,” Law replied coolly, resting his head on the swordsman’s chest. Cool fingers slid gently and reverently over Zoro's shirt, exactly where Mihawk's scar adorned his chest. Zoro blinked in confusion, trying to grasp the absurdity of the situation before the realization hit him like a punch in the gut. He was lost. Lost in the guilt he had vowed to let go of. Lost in the gnawing powerlessness that he never wanted to experience again. Lost in the feeling of having failed...

And Law... Law had noticed it and roughly got him out of there without wanting to rub it in his face. Made it seem like he wanted to cuddle selfishly now of all times. Another habit that had crept in. Physical contact when no one was looking.

Zoro sighed and rubbed his forehead roughly with his fist. The other hand rested on the doctor's side and automatically stroked the material with the fingertips. Loving and grateful. Zoro made it short, told Law about the two years on Kuragaina, his somehow twisted relationship with Mihawk, the crazy ghost princess who was like a sister, so to speak, and the human drills.

And before they knew it, the depressed mood was gone. Law sat up slightly and watched the younger man as he talked about his crazy adventure and ultimately about how he lost his eye.

For the second time that evening, the doctor stared at the swordsman in disbelief. "Really?"

A slight, embarrassing blush appeared on Zoro's nose.

“To my shame... yes, unfortunately..” he grunted in embarrassment and watched helplessly as Law burst out laughing. Zoro growled, trying to fight the corners of his traitorous mouth curling up at the thought of the most embarrassing moment of his life. He lost. "Stop laughing... that's not funny!" he complained. "Yeah! It is!” Law snorted, barely able to contain himself. Threatened to wake the entire ship with his loud laughter and snorting.

Zoro giggled involuntarily. It was funny. It was embarrasing. Law's laugh was infectious.

"You're right..." he admitted with a laugh. Zoro really liked to be able to laugh so freely with the doctor, even if it was right now at his expense. And he somehow liked that the captain of the Heart Pirates knew more about him than everyone else in this world.

Thanks to truth or Dare.

[knoxdrei]

Shit, i am so hooked. I had to draw it, visualize the pretty boy that is going through hell.

Read the whole thing in one night. Couldn't stop, cried some much, got anxious and dragged into the dark world of this. Now, i have to wait for the next chapter at the most drowning cliffhanger. The situation i begged for the whole time reading accured and got screwed up in a blink of an eye.. Hate this..

[knoxdrei]

There you go... My little interpretation

I laughed thinking about this, because it looked more like he got lost then going there on purpose..

Tip: Zoom in... Zoro was not the only known face

i dont know how to draw so can someone else Please make a op fanart of this but with zoro as bart please i am begging it would be so fucking funny

[knoxdrei]

Couldn't resist,... It's too funny 🤣😂

Zoro: *hands Law a water bottle before starts his training session*

Law: ... thanks, but what's this for?

Zoro: Robin said that watching me working out makes you thirsty.

Law: *chokes on water*

(Be a little less obvious next time, Law. 🤭)