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sanji-v · 3 years

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take only what you need from him

pairing: roronoa zoro/self

rating: explicit

word count: 3107

warnings: nsfw, selfcest

read on ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33438670

The sunlight hit him all at once.

He squinted his eye, bringing his arm up to his forehead to create a makeshift visor. This sun wasn’t helping this headache-daggers of pain rushing through his head. He could barely make out his surroundings, feeling grainy sand beneath him. Where the hell was he?

The last thing Zoro remembered was the Thousand Sunny, more specifically him resting on the deck. Chopper was pissed at him, (he had opened up a wound on his leg), and he was avoiding the little doctor. A cute little guy like that yelling at you makes you feel bad.

He was behind a crate on the deck, closing his eyes, getting ready for a nap, and…

That’s where his mind goes blank.

Zoro looked to his side, his swords splayed across this beach, dangerously close to the waves. He wasted no time making his way over, collecting them and putting them back in their respective sheaths. It was hard to get his bearings-he could barely make his way through somewhere he did know.

The waves were crashing on the beach still, foamy water washing into his boots. He had half a mind to stay on the beach, take a nap and hope his crew found him. That was before he spotted a man, a lean shadow on the edge of the beach, where it met with a dirt road. The guy was hunched over, tending to a fire.

“Hey, you know what this place is called?” Zoro yelled over to the man.

Oh christ.

Was Zoro dreaming?

When the man turned around, he had to pinch himself. They both looked just as surprised, the younger man a bit less, when they eyed each other's hair. That same damn green hair, the same damn tan skin- the same fucking person. But there was something different, the man that stood before Zoro was young. His eyes were both intact, his build more slim, and a dark green bandana wrapped around his arm, for safekeeping.

A spitting image of himself, 2 years ago.

“..Who the hell are you?” Is all the younger Zoro asked, cocking his head a bit.

“Oh no, I should be asking who the hell you are. What is this, a costume?”

The younger Zoro was absolutely dumbfounded. Here was some guy, who in all fairness, looked like him. What was he, some distant relative who he had never met?

“Why the hell would I be wearing a costume in June?”

Wait.

What?

Zoro looked at the younger man, now his turn to look dumbfounded. June? It was September, the last time he checked.

And things started to click.

“What year is it?”

“What?”

“I said what year is it?”

The younger Zoro sighed, “Did you hit your head, old man?”

“I’m 21, asshole. Just answer the damn question.”

“1522.”

Oh shit. This was really happening.

The younger man didn’t seem to realize who he was. That he was- or that they were the same. He could see his own legs reflected back, those same scars he remembers, that bandana that he knew so well and god, how the hell did this even happen?

“What’s with that look on your face?”

Zoro snapped out of it, looking to the slightly shorter man.

“What’s yer name?”

“Roronoa Zoro. I’m about to go out if you’d mind, I don’t have time to answer 3rd grade questions.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He looked back at the older Zoro, “Joking?”

“Yeah. Luffy put you up to this, huh? Is that you, Bon Clay? You guys fucking with me?”

“Dude, are you seriously alright? I wasn’t joking when I asked if you hit your head.”

Zoro just stared at his younger self, completely shell shocked as the man's words swept over him.

“And who the hell is Luffy? Bon Clay? What kind of name is that..”

He continued murmuring on, packing his bag as he did. He seemed pissed, pissed that some dementia ridden dude had ruined his chance for a nap by a fire before he had to head out with Johnny and Yosaku.

“My names Zoro.”

The younger man looked towards him, “You repeating what ‘m sayin’ now?”

“No, no, I mean I’m Zoro. I’m you.”

“Okay, do you need to go to the looney bin?”

“I’m being serious.”

The younger Zoro went to turn, grabbing his bags as he stomped out the fire. He was grumbling to himself, more confused than anything.

“You’re 19, and you're about to go with your friends Johnny and Yosaku to collect the bounty for some small timer.”

He stopped in his tracks, looking at the larger man with his arms crossed.

“And,” He continued, “ You’re dreading going because you slept through the party they invited you to, they’re gonna yell at you.”

“How the hell do you-“

“You had a crush on that girl with pigtails in 9th grade, but didn’t tell anyone because-“

“-because she smelled like hay.” They both finished, together.

They both just stood there for a minute, both of them taking in the information, both of them racking their minds for some sort of explanation.

“So…” the younger one started, “how’d the eye thing happen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh come on, this sort of thing doesn’t happen everyday. At least answ-“

“No.”

They both sat down, settling into an uncomfortable silence. It seems all plans of going with Johnny and Yosaku were thrown at the window. The younger had lost himself in thought, as the older decided to restart the fire.

Sure, he’d seen and experienced some weird things before. Some of the pirates he had hunted were strange, devil fruit powers or no. Though, it was rare to see anyone with devil fruit powers outside of the Grand Line.

When he looks over to the man- or himself- he sees someone powerful. It makes him doubt the older man is him. Zoro has had his own insecurities about his strength, being beaten to his last limb at many different occasions.

But it seems he grew to be different, and it made him proud.

They both lounged by the fire, each taking in their own thoughts on the situation, but never airing out the words. It seemed impossible to make sense of it all, but it felt right for each man to reflect.

“…Is there anything I should know?”

The question that the younger Zoro posed was vague, and there were an endless amount of things the older could say, an endless amount of advice he could bestie upon him.

Eat the damn rice balls.

Accept that rubber boys offer the first time.

Be honest with yourself.

“Yeah. Don’t fuck that blonde cook.”

But it was easier to fuck with him.

“..Oh. Who’s that?”

“No one important.”

The younger frowned, “Well, they must be important if you have to warn me not to fuck them. Was it bad?”

“Oh, not bad. Not bad at all-” The older closed in a bit, scooching in near the younger, “Just a bit of a priss.”

God, they were close. So fucking close, the younger could feel breath on his ear.

He swallowed down a breath, “What were they like then?”

“He’s not at all what we like.”

Oh fuck.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?” Zoro looked to himself, who seemed small and dazed in this moment, “We like someone dominating, someone strong-” And there were chills running through the 19 year olds spine.

The atmosphere had completely shifted, the heat of the fire growing nearer and distant all at once. The world felt insignificant as his older self described those fantasies, the ones he let himself into late at night.

“He’s this frail little thing, this cook, but he does just fine, you’ll come to find.”

Those rough hands, hands so different to how his were now, slipped onto his thighs. They were so much bigger-so big, fuck. He was still spewing some shit about a cook, talking about how tight the blonde is, and Zoro couldn’t care less. His brain was more or less hyper focused on that palm, the one making its way to his inner thigh.

He was embarrassed at how riled up this had gotten, trying to sort out the very real possibility of being fucked by himself. And that reality was inching closer, like that hand that was resting on top of his clothed cock.

The older Zoro leaned down a bit, making him realize how tall he gets, and let out words right into his ear, “Do you want this?” And applying a bit of pressure, enough to make him choke out, “Do you want me to fulfill those fantasies?”

Saliva was already pooled up in his mouth, and he found himself nodding before he could even think about it.

“Good boy.”

Oh, that was all it took for him to unravel. His head rolled back a little, his zipper being torn down, hands kneading on him. It was going just like how he imagined it. Well. Not the part of the guy fucking him being himself, but the way he was doing it. It made sense, him knowing every move to make him whimper. He had shared this body not too long ago, and they would both be lying through their teeth if they hadn’t spent restless nights exploring their body.

The older Zoro was sucking a spot on his neck, taking his cock out of his boxers. He bit his lips a little, watching the man straddle him just a little to get a better grip. He was breathing heavily already, embarrassingly so at how little was done.

The man's rough hands jerked on his cock, a slow pace that was driving him insane. He lifted his hips a little, getting some friction, just trying to fuck the mans hand because fuck, he was going too slow.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

The younger one whined, “Please, please.”

He slammed the younger man's hips down to the ground, some dust settling at his sides. The older hiked his pants down, throwing them to the brush. He felt absolutely exposed. There the older man was, his clothes barely off, looking down at his exposed cock.

“Heh, I was gonna say ye look pretty, but I’m not that self absorbed.”

Way to ruin the moment.

It wasn’t long that infectious self confidence was present, the older man slipping off his overcoat in front of him. There was this foreign, long scar running across his chest, and he had half a mind to ask how he had gotten it. The muscles really rippled down him and fuck- did he really model himself after his tastes?

When he was in a trance, he was slipping off his own shirt, the older taking his sweet time to lower his pants. It was unbelievable how big he was, not only in terms of height, but the muscle just bulked him up in the best way possible. It was a sight Zoro could take in for fucking hours and never get bored of.

Zoro watched, without speaking, the man unwrap the bandanna from his arm. It was a dark green, a bit torn up, and overall a ratty little piece of fabric.

“Put yer arms up for me.”

Oh, yes sir almost came from his mouth, but Zoro didn’t want to look that needy yet. So he just nodded, the older ignoring both their erections to grip at his wrists. They looked knobby and weak compared to his, and that turned him on even more.

And the way the it was wrapped so beautifully around his wrists, it was indescribable, but Zoro found himself searching for words anyways.

He sighed, “Why don’t you get on with it, old man?”

It was easy for the older Zoro to chuckle, at the absurdity of the situation. He reflected on how lithe he used to be, trailing fingers down that unmarked chest.

He was absolutely straining at the sight.

“You sure you want this?” He spoke a bit wary, but still pulling off his boxers as the words left his mouth.

“Yeah-shit,” A hand wrapped around him-“yeah, I do.”

As he pumped the younger with one hand, his other one cocked two fingers out, positioning them at his mouth with a simple command;

“Suck.”

He was so greedy with his tongue, fuck, so desperate. He laid it out all flat, greeting those digits with fever. It was so god damn warm, so dirty the way slurped around them like they were a cock.

All in due time, though.

After they were coated with saliva- basically dripping when he removed them- he teased his hole a little. Ghosting the tips of those wet fingers around his home was enough to make him whine (he’s not gonna let himself live that one down.) What really got him making noises, noises the older so desperately wanted to string out of him, was when he sunk the two fingers in.

Quick succession, no break to adjust as he was down to his knuckles with the younger man. His back arched just a little, a small twitch when the fingers slowly made their way in.

“Hur-hurry the fuck up, will ya?” The younger begged, while the older set a languid pace with his fingers, scissoring here and there.

He took his hand off the younger’s cock, (earning such a sweet whine), tutting his tongue a little. He gripped his chin, forcing him to look him in his eye.

“Who said you were in charge here?”

Oh fuck, his voice was so husky. That deep baritone sent chills down his spine as fingers were borderline aggressively shoved into him. And that’s what he wanted, that animalistic dominance. Nothing more than being used, bending to the will of whoever was willing to tame him.

“I-I’m sorry sir.” Is all that that he was able to choke out, another finger jostled in.

Two hands gripped at his hips, thumbs digging into his sides, as he was pulled to the larger lap. It was so easy to feel small when that cock was prodding at his entrance, the tip being so fucking big.

“Tell me how you want it.”

That drawl killed Zoro, “R-rough, fuck, please give it to me rough.”

And the tip pressed in-fuck, that stretch, “I was going to try and be gentle considering that’s my body too..” An over dramatic sigh when he pushed in all the way, one swoop, “But if you insist.”

He couldn’t hiss out an insult at that over confidence, a sob pouring out from him instead. The older wasted no time relishing in those noises, setting a quick pace, if just to watch his bound hands bounce. It burned, burned so good.

Letting himself go was easy, hands sweeping at his hips, and kisses ghosted around his neck. He didn’t mind that drool was already spluttering down his chin, or that the whines of sir fell dead on his tongue with each mind blowing thrust.

“Christ, so fucking messy, so good-” The older cut himself off with a grunt, letting his arms wrap around the youngers back, almost hugging him as they fucked.

There were hot breaths shared between them, almost coughing out moans at the numbing sensations. The day was slipping into darkness, it becoming frigid around them, but the fiery shocks of pleasure made it feel like a summer afternoon.

“I wan’ cum, fuck, please.”

His head was rolled back, fat tears dropping from his face. He looked so good, so fucking slutty.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Cum for me then, come on, baby.”

His hands were whipping wildly around that bandana, thighs shaking and tensing. It was like a string winding, pulling taut and hard. It was overwhelming, mind fogging up with more, more, more.

And fuck, he tightened, that string snapped, cum spurting over the two men. A strangled cry was let out into the sky.

“Feel good, fee’ good.” His words were slurred, drool dribbling in his mouth.

The overstimulation made him tight, his hole fluttering around, so fucking beautiful. Zoro’s cock was throbbing inside the younger, loving that dazed look.

“Want me to fill you up? Make you full?”

The younger nodded his head sloppily, shoulders straining.

“Fuck, baby, so tight, so fucking tight for me.”

His hands were positioned under the younger’s armpits, heaving him up and down on his cock so easily, like he was a little rag doll.

Then it came, that feeling of hot spurts coating his walls, it felt so good, so good to be full. The older squeezed him tight, letting his arms out of that bind. Immediately, his dull nails scraped on the olders back. That overstimulation was mind boggling, felt like electric shocks were traveling through him.

And they stayed like that for a little, arms wrapped each other in an odd moment of intimacy. His breath was shaky when the older pulled out, cum trickling down still shaking thighs.

The reality of the situation didn’t seem to dawn on either of them, or, maybe neither of them cared that they had really just done. Both of them settled to an awkward silence, maybe actually reflecting on it, but more likely too fucked out to care about speaking.

It seems both of them did decide on one thing- it was a better time for a nap then never. And so they did, side by side, in the dirt near the fire. Wearing nothing, (not like either cared), both of them slipped into a rest, all the responsibilities they had drifting away.

❤️

“Oi, marimo, wake up. We’re headin’ out.”

Sanji’s voice rang out into the ship's deck, the rest of the crew seemingly already gone to god knows where. Zoro found himself with his back against a crate, a slight dribble of drool that had leaked out of his mouth when he was napping. His coat was heavy on him, sun beating down onto the Sunny.

“Yeah..yeah, I’m gettin’ up curly-brow.”

He felt a weird wetness in his pants, but came to ignore it as the blonde continued, “Oh, we need to go to some shops...I want to get Nami-swan some new earrings, maybe some blouses for my dear Robin-chan….”

The blonde chef continued as Zoro situated himself, moving his swords to his side to murmur to himself about some weird dream that was.

“Why don’t we buy you a new brain when we’re out, huh chef.?

Sanji looked back to him, smacking his fist down on the green hair, “Go fuck yerself, moss head…”

Oh, if only he knew.

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sanji-v · 3 years

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dirty dishes

pairing: zoro/sanji

rating: explicit

word count: 2012

warnings: heavy nsfw, sex, Zoro Being So Damn Sweet.

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33018709

nsfw below the cut!

“What does it feel like?”

Zoro and his boyfriend, Sanji, had been dating for a short amount of time. The relationship officially started about a month ago, and it’s been..good. Well, actually, that’s an understatement. It has been going great. How couldn’t it when Zoro was with the definite love of his life, the one for him. Yeah, it was fucking cheesy.

But Sanji loved that cheesy, romantic shit. And Zoro loved him.

They were sitting in the dining room, the vast aquarium of the Sunny behind them. The crew had finished eating breakfast, lovingly prepared by the cook. Zoro stayed behind as they all went their separate ways, the rest of the men on the ship going to play some of Luffy’s famous “Stretch Stretch Seek.”

It was an excuse for the rubber man to flail his crewmates around. Not that most of them minded.

Nami and Robin, however, decided to sit in the crows nest, taking some drinks and books to entertain them. Unfortunately for the two women, that crows nest would never be high enough to drown out the noise caused by the game of their nakama.

Zoro stayed behind, cleaning dishes side by side with his lover. Moments like those were rare, rare to be alone with Sanji. Both were at a constant barrage of requests and favors of their crews, Usopp begging Zoro to protect him whenever a game went sour with Luffy, and Sanji being borderline harassed by the captain for food.

After finishing the dishes, they both retired to the long sofa in the dining room, Zoro leaning his head on Sanji’s shoulder as the cook petted his hair. Zoro was about ready to fall asleep, take a damn cat nap, before Sanji had asked that question.

“What does what feel like?” Zoro had asked, not bothering to open his eye. He nuzzled his head farther into the recess of Sanji’s shoulder, perturbed that the cook was starting a conversation now of all times.

Sanji took a pause. He let out a deep sigh, and a faint blush was across his face.

“You know..” He let that sentence hang in the air, expecting Zoro to catch on.

Of course he didn’t.

“I’m not a damn psychic.”

Samji grumbled at this, knowing that he’s really gonna have to spell this out for his idiot boyfriend. Which, he should’ve expected in the first place, if he’s honest.

“How does it feel when I fuck you?”

Zoro almost fucking spat out with laughter, and he would’ve if he wasn’t so damn confused. Where the hell did that come from? Why was he asking now? Why does he want to even know? Zoro couldn’t formulate a sentence and just sputtered out;

“What.”

Sanji had this cute blush on his face, a pout too.

“W-what the hell do you mean what, answer the damn question!”

Zoro looked at the cook, just flabbergasted.

“I-I mean..good? I guess?”

“You GUESS?”

Christ.

“Not like that asshole, I just-” he let out an exasperated sigh, really not liking this line of questioning at nine in the damn morning. “Why do you want to know?”

Sanji was crossing his arms, like a damn kid.

“Imayormaynotwantyoutofuckme.”

“..What.”

There was that grumble again.

“I want you to..fuck me instead.”

Zoro's face went flat.

“That’s it?”

Sanji shook his head yes, turning away. Zoro smiled at his bashful boyfriend. The last thing he expected from his boyfriend, the ships resident perv, was for him to be embarrassed about something to do with sex.

“Alright.”

Zoro grabbed his boyfriend at his hips, placing him on top of his lap. He wasted no time attacking his neck with kisses, nipping and sucking where he knows Sanji likes it.

“Oh-oh-we’re doing this right now? Here?”

Zoro let off his neck, just for a moment, to see the cook looking around wildly at the windows.

“Yeah, you got a problem with it?”

Zoro leaned to the side, throwing the cook underneath him, his coat hanging down. Zoro unbuttoned the cooks shirt, letting that creamy expanse of skin be open to him. Sanji shook his head, soon throwing it back at Zoro’s ministrations on his chest. Zoro laid a soft kiss on his collarbone, sliding them down, licking slightly.

Sanji sighed, as Zoro took a nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other with two fingers. He flattened his tongue over the perk nipple, twirling it around in his mouth, almost fucking sucking. Sanji loved it, this soft teasing he’s never been treated too. Despite his brutish appearance, Zoro could be this loving dope when he felt like it.

And, oh, he felt like it.

Zoro let up, tossing off his overcoat, followed by both of their pants. He was rough with the motions, but took his time with that line he licked down Sanji's chest. It took all the cook had not to whine at that moment, his body just feeling warm.

Zoro’s hand snaked up to tug on the cooks boxers, resting his head on Sanji’s navel as he pulled down, grossly slow, and the sight of his cock, just fucking hitting Zoro’s chin was sinful. Sanji bit his lip, leaning up on his elbows to get a better look at the swordsman. Zoro closed his eyes, taking the tip of Sanji’s cock in his mouth. It was all but heaven when he sank down. Christ, and he knotted his fingers in Zoro’s hair, whining like a bitch.

Zoro didn’t need time to prepare, bobbing up and down so fucking good. Sanji was trying to thrust up, wanted to fuck Zoro’s throat so bad. But Zoro wasn’t gonna let him play that game, it was gonna go by his rules. Zoro took his hands, slamming them on Sanji’s hips, making him shake under those rough hands.

“Pl-please, wanna fuck yer’ throat, pleease-”

Zoro completely pulled off his cock, Sanji whining, and flipped the cook over.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

It was a question, but he didn’t say it like one. They both knew the answer anyway. Sanji’s bare ass was in front of him, all light and pretty. Zoro was face to face with it, hands groping and rubbing on that ass. Sanji whimpered at those movements, Zoro treating him so fragile. He took his time tracing his fingers on his cheeks, taking pride in those small twitches of Sanji’s cock.

“You look delicious.”

Sanji had half a mind to ask him what he meant, not like he was some meal. It didn’t take long for him to figure it out himself, Zoro licking around on his ass. Christ, that tongue, he used it so fucking well. He took gentle nibbles, making sweet marks on Sanji, where no one else would see. Marking Sanji up just for him.

Sanji buried his head farther into the couch when Zoro licked around his rim, groaning into that fabric. Zoro took his time, not shy about teasing Sanji into that whining state he loves so much. God, his tongue slipped in, and it was heaven. The intrusion was so fucking welcome, Sanji just reeled.

“G-good, feels so fucking good, Zoro-” He cut himself off with a moan, that tongue twisting around inside him. It felt amazing, fucking amazing. That slight stretch, and just the wetness- Sanji couldn’t decide what was the best part.

Zoro was groaning into him, huffing as he pulled his tongue out. Sanji looked back to him, Zoro slipping his boxers off. Zoro was hard, the boxers he just had on had this wet spot on the front. His cock was absolutely leaking, Sanji’s not doing much better. His tip was glistening, rubbing up and down Sanji’s ass. Everything was so wet, fuck.

“Fuck me, Zoro-just fuck-”

He went in so fucking deep. Sanji’s eyes just went so wide, and Zoro was hissing out this breath. He was stretched so far, and it was wonderful. Zoro’s hands were resting on his ass while Sanji’s were digging into the couch cushion. Zoro was grunting as he bottomed out, leaning over to rest his head on Sanji’s shoulder.

“You feel so good, fuck, can you take it?”

Sanji choked out his words, just echoing back what Zoro had said, “Can take it, I can take it” and Zoro knew he could.

He pulled out slowly, and Sanji could feel his heart beating, his body burning.That drag was worth it, because when Zoro slid past his sweet spot, he swore he saw stars. Zoro’s breath was heavy and hot against his ear, those tanned hands roaming his body.

Sanji’s thighs were shaking when Zoro nipped around his ear, whispering so softly when speeding up, “I love you, baby, doing so good for me.”

Sanji was melting, he thought.

His sweet, sweet Zoro- whispering those nothings into his ear as he pounded away was a bit funny. Sanji’s smile turned into a breathy moan, turning his neck to look at Zoro. His eye was closed, lip bit, and he was so amazingly beautiful. Sweat was rolling down him, grunting, his cock twitching inside him.

“M’ gonna cum, fuck, gonna fill you up.”

Oh, it was so dirty.

Sanji was choking out moans, and Zoro was jerking him off. It took less than 3 strokes for Sanji to release, and all over the couch. His mouth was impossibly wide, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It was the first time Zoro had fucked him, but he did it like he knew the inside of Sanji for years. Zoro took pride in fucking Sanji through his orgasm, everything feeling so god damn tight.

“Love it, Love you, Zoro.”

Those words filled Zoro, and he filled Sanji. He was cumming so much, fuck, more then he ever had. Sanji took it so well, so fucking well, and Zoro loved that. That sweet, high pitched whine when he pulled out was music to his ears. Zoro couldn’t help but look down at Sanji, all shaky and cute. His boyfriends breathes were borderline melodic, every part of him beautiful.

He heaved his boyfriend to sit up, kissing at his neck, petting his hair like Sanji loves to do to him. Sanji’s body was just wet, and pretty all the same. Zoro took the time to grab a rag from the clean pile, wiping off the cook, littering him with soft kisses while doing so. That word, pretty, just keeps coming to mind.

“You look pretty.”

Zoro spoke those words, so simple. Sanji chuckled, with his face becoming a bit more red. They had both been working on getting their clothes on, Sanji letting his shirt stay open, because he really can’t be bothered.

“You’re embarrassing.”

“It’s true.”

Sanji leaned into the swordsman, the sunlight filtering through a bit more now. Zoro’s thoughts circled back to where they were earlier, how these moments alone with Sanji really were rare. And how he would die a thousand times over for the man next to him, sink ships and cut through men if it made Sanji happy.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on a door, a long nose peering in.

“Are you two uh..done..?”

Both of their faces went red, like a goddamn tomato, ushering to get their clothes a bit more situated then haphazardly thrown on. Zoro was the first to speak up, stuffing his overcoat into his pants as he did.

“What the hell do you need Usopp?”

Usopp peered in fully now, pointing to his hammer on the ground. The poor guy, his finger was shaking as he stretched it out. Zoro huffed, kicking the hammer up in his hand before walking over to Usopp. He shoved it into their snipers hands, a meek whimper coming from him.

“Don’t run your mouth about this.”

Usopp nodded, gripping onto that damn hammer for dear life as he scampered away. Zoro sighed, his head banging onto the wall in utter defeat, while Sanji was burying his face into his hands.

The giggles at lunch clarified that Usopp did in fact run his mouth.

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