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dollychou · 24 hours ago

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HOW ONE PIECE MEN SHOW LOVE TO YOUR ITTY BITTIES ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ᰔ . . ꒰ featuring: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law ꒱

✉️ ྀི . . based on this request! hope i wrote it well since i'm a big chest girlie >_< !

monkey d. luffy does it playfully ♡

luffy loves to touch them whenever and wherever he can. you have had to tell him off on a few occasions to explain to him that he can't just be fondling with it in just any odd place. and even though he pouts and doesn't truly understand the harm, he respects your wishes.

though who can blame him? — he just really likes how they feel. you tell him that they're so tiny and there's nothing to grab but he shuts you down by giving it a soft squish. you yelp at the feeling and despite your frown and scoldings, there's truly no malice behind it. you secretly love how he just touches them regardless of the time of day. while he's eating, or when he just walks by, he shows them a massive amount of love and that's all cause he likes them just that much!

"they're sort of bigger than mine," he comments while grabbing onto his chest and on to one of your boobs. your face flushes a deep pink and you think he's teasing you but when you see his face, you can tell he was simply stating an observation and really meant nothing by it. he looks at you with this adorably curious expression and asks, "you think one of your bras could fit me?"

"luffy!," you yell, flicking his forehead lightly. he rubs the spot where you hit him and pouts. "ouch! what? i was just asking! maybe we can share!" despite your frown, you can't help the sweet feeling that bubbles inside of you. your boyfriend can be pretty clueless and dumb at times but you know he'd never say anything with animosity — if anything, you find it all so amusing regardless of what you may say.

roronoa zoro does it sincerely ♡

zoro cannot comprehend why you feel as if you're less pretty or sexy for not having such big boobs. he's not with you for that and so he doesn't see it as such a problem. but he knows you can get insecure about it from time to time so he's made it a priority of his to tell you how much he adores them at any moment he can.

whenever he's feeling stressed or tired, he loves to cup one of them in either one or both of his hands and squeeze them. they're like stress balls to him. and he adores how he can fit it all in his hand and that it is just for him to hold. sometimes he forgets how much strength he has and accidentally squeezes it a bit too hard, leaving a bruise.

you're wearing one of his tees and staring at yourself in the mirror with this disappointed look on your face. he comes in from behind you, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk on his face. "stealing my clothes now hm?," he muses, lightly ruffling your hair. you sigh and jut your bottom lip out as you feel over your chest. "i practically look like a boy. there's nothing there," you breath out, your face falling even further.

he knits his eyebrows together in slight frustration at hearing your words. he wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering soft kisses along it. "you look good. much better than i do in this so you keep it," he whispers, landing a sweet peck to your cheek. you look at him through the mirror and can see he means what he says and though there's a part of you that doesn't wholly believe it, your heart flutters at how much he shows your adoration for you and your cute boobs!

vinsmoke sanji does it lovingly ♡

when sanji finds out your insecurity with your 'perfectly crafted chest' — as he so put it — he's showering you with compliments every single day. it's not always specifically about your chest though, just anything and everything to do with your blinding beauty. "you're the most beautiful woman in the world"; "my heart cannot handle how divine you look"; "i'm always in awe of your beauty" — just some of the many compliments he has said to you on a daily basis.

whenever you wear anything that reveals even a bit of your chest, he's head over heels. he's running and prancing around telling you how gorgeous you look. and he does not even try to be discreet. he's staring right at it, eyes glued to it and you have to smack him across the head to get him back to his senses. though it only works for a matter of seconds before he's gazing back at them almost dreamily.

you've arrived at fishman island and the moment he sees you wearing the cutest bikini set, his nose is bleeding and he feels his heart pounding out of his chest. usopp and chopper do their best to revive him and thankfully, they pull through! you hold him in your arms and stroke his hair and sigh softly, "sweetheart, what got into you?"

he cups your face and smiles dearly, "my love, you just look so... sexy in this set. and the top is so cute, it fits so perfectly. and before you say anything, look at the state you put me in! god, you're much more beautiful than any mermaid around." your cheeks dust with a light pink shade and you peer down at yourself. though you don't entirely see how he can have such a reaction to you when all these other girls and mermaids are around, it still brings a smile to your face that he sees you so beautifully.

portgas d. ace does it openly ♡

ace has no shame when it comes to worshipping your bitty boobs — and yes, he worships them. when he comes up behind to hug you, his hands will go from your waist and slowly but surely slide up to give your chest some loving. you swat at his hands, scolding him to not do such things so publicly, but he doesn't listen and instead gives them another gentle squeeze. and the minute he hears you say anything bad about them — "they're so small"; "how can you like them?"; "i wish they were bigger" — he scoops you up in his arms and starts to kiss them all over. in between each kiss he'll say, "they're perfect. they're perfect 'cause they're yours."

he loves to lay his face in between them, patting softly on both of them with his hands. he likes the thumping noises they make when he does so. he'll pretend as if he's playing the drums, making 'ba-dum' and 'pshh' noises from his mouth. at times, he gets a bit too excited and hits just a bit harder than usual which earns him a light slap to his cheek. and you want to be mad at him but with the way he pouts and looks at with you with those puppy eyes of his, it's damn hard to be.

ace is getting into bed, crawling on top of you. his eyes are drooping with sleep but the second he sees you in that adorable lingerie top of yours, he's suddenly awake! he dons that infamous smirk of his and lowers down your top to expose your chest and he lets out a content sigh. he just looks at them for a few seconds, not uttering a word, which gets you red in the face, flushed from embarrassment.

he begins kissing it and giving your nipples little kitten licks which makes you let out soft, quiet noises that has him smiling from ear to ear. he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently combing through it. he flops down on you and begins to suckle on your boobs. god, he wishes he could just do this forever and if he could, he knows he'd die a happy man. "my two sweet little things," he sighs heartily, going back to show some more love.

trafalgar law does it delicately ♡

law knows how much this insecurity of yours can bother you and though he's never been so good with his words, he does his best to show you. he might just hold them in his hands mindlessly as he works or he might pepper them with kisses before going to bed — he tries his best to ease your mind of this in whatever way he can and he hopes he's doing his best.

he sees the way you look at other woman, your face falling when you see the 'assets' they possess and you don't. the minute he senses that you're doubting yourself, he brings you into his embrace and places a kiss to your temple and whispers to you, "have i told you you're beautiful?". you smile sweetly, letting out a sigh and snuggling into his arms. he whispers a few more sweet-nothings to you and does so until you let go and sees that bright grin of yours again.

you had recently bought this new lingerie set and were wanting to use it to spice up the bedroom. you're standing in front of law, twiddling with your fingers nervously. he tilts his head and walks closer to you, asking softly, "what's wrong?". he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, patiently waiting for you to confide in him. he's trying his best not to just tear it apart and eat you up this very second.

you tell him that you think it looks unflattering on you because you don't have bigger boobs and he instantly pulls you in, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "you look so good," he says, eyes roaming all over your body. "it doesn't matter to me that they're small. they're pretty to me regardless." safe to say, he really showed you how much he loves and appreciates your body how they are. and afterwards he thinks to himself that he needs to buy you more of those lingerie sets.

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tiki-was-here · 15 days ago

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inseobts · 3 days ago

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Hey Princess pt.4

zoro x fem!reader

part 3 - part 5 (end)

you find freedom, love, and a true family among pirates—only to risk everything, even your life, to protect them from the chains of your past.

words count: 3.4k

tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, banter, mystery backstory, angst and fluff

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

Below the palace — Zoro’s whole body locks up mid-step. He stumbles into a wall, sword clattering to the stone floor. Pain sears through his chest, sharp and sudden.

“Zoro!” Usopp catches him before he collapses.

And then Chopper cries out too, hands shaking as he falls to one knee.

“Chopper?! What the hell is happening now?!”

Sanji rushes to both of them, panic barely masked in anger “They’re both burning up, something’s wrong with the chips!”

“They activated them” Robin says through gritted teeth.

Zoro can barely breathe. His teeth grind. Not from pain.

From fury.

And through the agony, one thought pulses clear in his mind.

They’re using me to get to her.

Back in the dining room — You freeze as Zoro’s pained voice echoes in your memory. The way his grip always steadied you. The way he looked at you like you were never a burden, never too much.

“Stop it” you whisper.

Your father raises an eyebrow “Then sit down, Your Highness.”

You do. Slowly.

Your fists clench in your lap.

“Please” you say.

He lets go of the button.

In the corridors — Zoro gasps in air like it’s fire.

The pain fades, but not the burn under his skin.

Chopper lifts his head, panting “It’s… gone. For now.”

Zoro doesn’t move for a second.

Then he grabs his sword, pushing off the wall.

“She’s still fighting them,” he mutters “That’s the only reason we’re still breathing.”

Usopp stares “She did that?”

Zoro nods once and with a dark edge to his voice, he adds “She won’t have to much longer.”

Back at the table — The prince is still smirking. Your parents look pleased. You feel like vomiting.

But inside you, something sharp and alive refuses to die.

Because this time, you’re not alone. And you know they’re coming for you.

You just have to hold on a little longer... And you also got an idea.

The moment dessert is cleared, you push back your chair.

“I think I’ll go rest. It’s been a long day” you say, already rising, not even glancing at the prince.

He frowns, confused and disappointed “But we haven’t even gotten to know each other yet.”

You smile tightly “Guess we’ll have years for that.”

He laughs, thinking you’re joking. You are not.

Your father’s gaze lingers on you like he knows something’s shifting, but he says nothing.

“Goodnight” you say sweetly, then walk off quickly before they can stop you.

You reach your room, shut the door, and lean against it. Your hands are shaking. But your mind is racing.

The remote. You saw it. Small, clunky, but powerful.

If they need it to activate the chip…

Then maybe if you steal it, they’ll be helpless.

Maybe Zoro and Chopper will finally be safe.

You change out of the heavy gown into something quiet and dark, easy to move in. You tie your hair up, and your heart pounds in your chest like a war drum.

You’re not a spy. But Luffy wanted you as one. Maybe it’s time you act like it.

The corridors are empty. You know the guards’ patrol routes by heart, you used to sneak sweets as a kid.

Now you’re sneaking something far more dangerous.

You slip into your father’s chamber.

The room is dark. Lavish. Cold. But there, on the desk, is the device.

You rush forward, fingers closing around it. You don’t even breathe.

Got it.

But before you can turn “Did you really think it would be that easy?”

You freeze.

His voice is calm. Disappointed.

Slowly, you look up. Your father stands in the shadows of the room, arms folded.

He steps closer.

“You’re clever. But not clever enough.”

Your grip tightens “If I keep this or if I destroy this—”

He cuts you off, lips curling into a quiet, cruel smile.

“We have more remotes, Y/N. Take that one. I’ll deactivate it. Then use another. Or another. Or another.”

Your stomach sinks.

“There’s no freedom,” he says “Not for you. And not for them.”

You stare at the device in your hand. It suddenly feels very, very useless.

Meanwhile – Zoro stands at the edge of the hallway, back pressed against the stone wall. The chip’s pain is gone, but his jaw is still locked tight.

“She’s buying us time” he mutters.

Robin and Franky emerge from a secret passage they discovered behind a rusted painting.

“We found the medical lab” Robin says “But it’s worse than we thought.”

Franky adds, “There’s tech in there even I can’t read right away. Whoever’s running this place? They ain’t amateurs.”

Chopper stands beside them, weak but steady “I need time. If I can just study it…”

Nami’s eyes narrow “Then we give you time.”

Zoro’s fingers twitch near his sword hilt.

Hold on, Princess.

Just a little longer.

You throw the remote on the floor.

It doesn’t shatter. You wish it did.

You sit on the edge of the bed, back hunched, elbows on your knees. You’re trying to breathe. Trying not to scream.

They have more.

There’s always something else keeping you here.

You curl your fingers into fists, staring at the floor like it might give you answers.

And then…

An idea.

A stupid one.

A dangerous one.

But maybe the only one.

They need the chips to control people… Which means they must store them somewhere. Manufacture them. Distribute them... They must have more.

You lift your head slowly.

What if you get your hands on one? Not the remote... The chip.

If they had one in them, then they’d understand. Then they’d be forced to talk, to tell you how to remove it. You could even… put one in yourself. You’d control the rules. Flip the game.

It’s insane yeah, but it’s someting.

You slip out of your room again.

This time not to steal. But to gamble everything.

Straw Hats – All crammed in the dim lower level of the palace, half-hidden behind crates of medical tech, glowing tubes, and unmarked boxes.

Chopper mutters, “These are way more advanced than I thought…”

Robin runs her fingers across a small glass case “This must be where they store the chips. But it’s heavily protected.”

Zoro scans the shadows. He hasn’t said much, just clutching his swords like they might keep the guilt away.

Luffy’s serious now “We get one. Figure it out. Fix this. Then we go get her.”

Nami nods “We won’t leave without her.”

And then footsteps. Fast.

Everyone tenses.

You round the corner into the chamber with eyes wild, determination written across your face—and freeze.

They freeze too.

Ten pairs of eyes widen in shock.

“…Y/N?” Nami says first, confused “How did—?”

You don’t answer.

You don’t even think.

You run right toward him.

Zoro’s too stunned to move, until you leap forward and he instinctively catches you mid-air.

His arms wrap tightly around your waist. Your arms lock around his neck.

You bury your face into his shoulder, trembling, but laughing in relief, a breathless kind of joy.

“You’re here,” you whisper “You’re all here.”

Zoro breathes into your hair, his voice low, rough with emotion he doesn’t show often.

“Yeah” he mutters, holding you like he’ll never let go again.

“You idiot,” you mumble into his neck “Why’d you come?”

“Could ask you the same thing” he says. But his grip only tightens.

The rest of the crew gathers around, all at once full of emotion, relief, joy, disbelief.

Sanji clears his throat loudly “I would like to point out I also would have caught you. Perfectly. With grace.”

You laugh, still in Zoro’s arms, not even looking up “Sorry, love. My legs just knew where to go.”

Zoro smirks “Damn right they did.”

Luffy grins wide “We missed you, Y/N!”

But then your expression sobers, and you finally pull back just enough to look around.

“There’s something I need to do,” you say, “and you’re gonna help me do it.”

Zoro raises a brow “We were already planning to. What are you thinking?”

You glance at the crates “The chips. I need one.”

Everyone freezes again.

You explain you need one to see but not what you actually want to do with it.

And slowly, a knowing look forms between all of them.

Zoro’s eyes never leave yours.

Later in the labs, the air is thick.

Not just with the glow of the machines or the stale scent of old metal, but with tension. Emotions. Arguments just on the edge of spilling.

You’re standing with your hands on a glass case that probably holds your only shot at ending this nightmare.

But before you can even think of reaching for a chip, Zoro’s hand is on yours.

Firm. Unmoving.

“No” he says.

His voice isn’t raised, but it’s low. Sharp. Unshakable.

You look up at him, confused “Zoro...”

“No. You’re not using it on yourself.”

Around you, the crew slowly freezes, watching.

Luffy tilts his head “Wait… on yourself?”

Sanji narrows his eyes “That’s your plan?”

Robin frowns “You’re thinking of turning yourself into a hostage to negotiate information.”

You nod once “If they think I’d risk my own body, they might believe I’m serious. It’d force them to reveal how these things work.”

But Zoro’s hand is still gripping yours.

Tight.

“No,” he repeats “Hell no.”

You try to pull back, but he doesn’t let go “I thought you wanted to have the chip. Not become the threat.”

You meet his eyes, unflinching “If it gives us a chance—”

“Then we find another one.” His voice rises now “We find a way without you turning yourself into a damn target.”

Chopper steps forward, ears drooping “Y/N… please don’t. These things… they’re dangerous. I’ve never seen tech like this. If they activate it even once, it could—”

“I know,” you cut in “I know the risks. But they did it to him. To you, Chopper.”

Zoro’s jaw clenches “And you think that means you should join us in that pain? Hell no.”

Silence again, until Nami, ever the mood-shifter, lifts a brow and says flatly “So… did you meet the prince?”

You blink.

Zoro’s hand finally lets go of yours.

But his eyes stay locked on your face.

Your jaw twitches “Yeah.”

Nami smirks “And?”

You roll your eyes “He’s annoying. Like… deeply annoying.”

Zoro scoffs under his breath “Huh.”

You glance sideways “What?”

He shrugs “Nothing. You just… call me annoying, too.”

You squint “And?”

He crosses his arms, voice laced with irritation now “Just wondering if that’s your type or something.”

You blink “Are you serious?”

He looks off “You kiss me. You call me annoying. Now you call him annoying. Just wondering if I should be worried.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded “Zoro.”

“What?”

You step forward “You’re an annoying cute… okay? ...Sexy even. He’s just an annoying asshole.”

His arms fall to his sides “…Oh.”

The crew snorts, Usopp nearly chokes.

Sanji flips his cigarette in his mouth and mutters, “Still don’t know how you chose that mosshead over me.”

“Because she likes charm. It's time you accept it.” Zoro retorts.

“She just said you’re annoying.”

“She also said sexy.”

“You’re lucky she’s got weird taste.”

Nami rolls her eyes “Boys, please.”

You turn to Zoro, leaning close enough that your breath brushes his cheek.

“For the record,” you whisper, voice low, “I kissed you because you get me. Because I can be me with you.”

He doesn’t move and doesn’t speak. But his ears are red, and he shifts slightly, like he wants to pull you back into his arms right here.

You smirk and step back.

“Anyway,” you say, turning to the case again “We still need to find out how these chips work. And I have a feeling this room isn’t the only place storing secrets.”

Robin nods, serious again “Then let’s split. Cover more ground. But carefully.”

You exhale, trying to steady the rush in your chest, not just from the plan, but from him.

Zoro moves beside you again, his voice low in your ear “You’re never putting one of those in you. I’ll fight your whole kingdom before I let that happen.”

You turn your head toward him, smile soft but stubborn “We’ll see who fights harder.”

He grunts “Annoying.”

You grin “Sexy.”

He groans, but doesn’t stop you from reaching for the map Robin found. Because no matter how dangerous this next step is, you’re not walking it alone.

You’d just discovered the hidden files. Robin was flipping through them, Nami covering the hallway, Chopper checking the strange instruments, and Zoro never left your side.

Then, without warning the sirens screech through the stone corridors.

Bright red lights flash across the metal surfaces, drowning you in crimson warnings.

Zoro curses “Shit.”

A door slams behind you, another crashes down ahead.

Thick iron barriers.

Seastone bars.

It all happens in seconds.

You’re shoved away from the others as an invisible force pulls open a path, just for you. Like the walls are obeying your family’s command.

You try to resist “No—no, wait—I’m not going—”

But they’re already there.

Your father, cold as ever.

Your mother, arms crossed, looking through you.

And the prince, already smirking like he’s won.

“Hello my Princess” he coos, stepping forward to brush a hand against your cheek like he’s earned it “Didn’t think we’d find you again sneaking around, hm?”

Zoro SLAMS against the cage bars from inside “Don’t touch her.”

The prince doesn’t even flinch “Relax, green head. You’re in no place to bark.”

He lifts a hand and one of the guards shows the remote. The one you hate. The one that has hurt them both.

Your blood runs cold.

Zoro’s voice drops, deadly now “If you try that again—”

Your father smiles like he’s holding all the cards “If you try anything, I’ll kill you from the inside out.”

He lifts the remote slightly.

Zoro twitches already bracing.

And in that moment you make your move.

Silently, smoothly, you pull the chip from your pocket. The small vial glints in the red alarm light.

Your parents freeze.

The prince stares “What…?”

You meet their eyes. Then lift your chin “I have one.”

Gasps ripple through the room.

Zoro’s eyes widen “What are you doing?!”

Your father narrows his eyes “You wouldn’t...”

“Wouldn’t I?” you reply coldly.

You raise the injector and aim it at yourself. Press the tip to your upper arm.

Your mother scoffs “You don’t even know how it works.”

You jab it in hard.

The crew yell your name.

Chopper grips the bars “No—stop—Y/N, don’t!”

But you don’t flinch.

You feel the sting… but that’s it.

Silence follows.

Then… nothing. No pain. No pulse. No agony like the one Zoro and Chopper had when they were tagged.

Your parents look confused.

That’s when you smile.

You reach into your cloak, slowly pulling out a second item.

A remote. And you hold it up.

Right next to the chip now in your arm.

“That’s why,” you say softly, dangerously, “there was a remote labeled with the same serial number as this chip. I watched you show it off. You wanted me to believe you had power over one remote.”

You lift your thumb over the red button “And now I have power over myself.”

The prince actually stumbles back.

You step closer.

“You want to push your little button to hurt them?” you hiss, voice shaking with fire “Fine, do it. Then I’ll push mine. I’ll feel it too. Every time you hurt them, I’ll hurt myself.”

“You’re bluffing” your father hisses.

“Try me.”

Your grip tightens on the remote.

Zoro, inside the cage, looks wrecked, heart pounding against the bars, fists clenched.

“Y/N,” he growls “Don’t do this.”

But you don’t look away from your parents.

“I’m not scared of pain,” you say “Not anymore. Not if it means you never get to own me again. Not if it means saving my friends, my real family.”

You flick the switch to active mode on the remote, its light glows red “Make your move.”

No one breathes.

Even the prince’s smug face finally falls.

They’re beginning to understand that they’ve lost control... And you’re just getting started.

The room is still gripped by silence, the tension pressing on every breath. You’re standing there, thumb hovering over the red button on the remote now linked to your own chip, injected into your own body.

You’re not backing down.

Your father speaks first, voice razor-sharp.

“You’d really risk your own life… for these pirates?”

You take one slow breath in and then you smile. Not cold. Not fake. But raw. True. You.

“Yes.”

Luffy grabs the bars again, straining “Stop—Y/N, don’t—”

But the seastone drains his strength instantly, and he stumbles, gritting his teeth, his skin going pale.

Robin and Nami are yelling. Franky slams his fists against the cage. Usopp’s trying to fire something, but the walls are too thick. Jinbe is trying to analyze, trying to think, but his eyes are on you. On your resolve.

And Zoro…

Zoro is watching you like he’s losing you in real time.

“Y/N—don’t be stupid!” he roars.

You laugh once, breathless “This isn’t stupid, Zoro.”

You look at your family, bloodline only in name.

“You want to know why I’m doing this?” Your voice wavers, but you stand.

“It’s because they’re my family. The only real one I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes brim with tears, but you don’t blink them away. Not this time.

“They didn’t try to shape me. Or trap me. Or sell me off to some smug, pathetic prince.”

You throw a glance at the man beside your parents who immediately scowls at being called out.

“They treated me like a person. Like me.”

You glance at each of your crew through the cage.

"Sanji, who cooks me warm food and reminds me to eat when I'm sad. Nami, who always pulls me into her room when I'm feeling low and braids my hair in silence. Chopper, who patches me up, and always offers a hug even when he’s scared himself. Robin, who reads me stories of princesses who ran and ruled their own lives. Usopp, who never stopped telling me I'd be brave enough to save myself. Franky, Jinbe, Brook—each of them, arms and hearts wide open since day one.... And Luffy, my captain, who never once told me who I had to be, only who I wanted to be."

Then finally… Zoro.

"Zoro, who has always called me Princess but never made me feel like one in chains. Zoro, who holds my hand when I'm trembling, even if he never says much. Zoro, who wants me exactly as I am, even if we still didn't have the time to explore our feelings more yet."

Some of them are crying, some are smiling proudly at you.

“I’m doing this,” you say, now shaking, “because they are my family. They made me feel human. They made me feel seen. They made me…”

Your voice breaks.

You meet Zoro’s eyes. He’s frozen. Wide-eyed. Fists clenched white.

“…they made me feel love.”

Everything goes still.

Zoro blinks once. Like he wasn’t ready for it. Like he heard the word but his heart stuttered too hard to accept it.

You smile, eyes full of tears.

“Yeah. Love.”

And you press the button.

Zoro SCREAMS your name, it's the first time anyone ever heard him yell like that. Worried.

The world shatters.

Your body stiffens instantly, pain rips through you like lightning. Like fire. But you stay standing. Gritting your teeth, you hold the button down. You hold it.

Your parents yell. The prince steps back. The guards panic.

But you don’t stop.

You don’t stop until your legs give out.

Until the pain finally takes you to the ground.

“Y/N!!” Zoro is losing his mind, roaring, slamming his shoulder into the bars over and over, tearing his skin open. Still, he doesn’t stop.

“She—she said love,” Sanji whispers “She loves us.”

“We are family” Robin says quietly.

“She… is sacrificing herself” Chopper cries.

Luffy growls like a wild beast, standing back up “Let. Us. OUT!”

But the power shifts in that instant.

You broke the chain of fear and something changes in the air.

Zoro goes quiet... too quiet, as he watches your still form on the floor, and then he whispers, “You didn’t have to love me like that…”

But you did.

Because they are worth it.

Because he is worth it.

And because love shouldn’t come with chains.

The moment your body hits the cold marble, everything blurs.

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custom-fic-studio · 5 days ago

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One Night of Peace

Roronoa Zoro x Female Reader

Setting: Post-Wano Banquet

The music was loud. Laughter even louder.

You stood on the edge of the chaos, arms folded gently across your chest as the firelight flickered over the battlefield of empty sake cups and half-eaten platters. Another celebration. Another victory.

But this one felt different.

Wano wasn’t just another chapter in their journey—it had carved itself into the soul of everyone who fought through it. You could see it in the way Luffy’s laugh carried a touch more weight, how Sanji smiled with less force behind it.

And Zoro—Zoro hadn’t smiled at all.

He was here, at least. Sitting beneath a tree at the edge of the hill, just slightly outside the light. Alone. Cup in hand. One arm draped lazily across his knee.

You approached without a word. You always did.

He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t need to. His body relaxed the moment you stepped into his space. That small change told you more than his face ever would.

“You’re not drinking much,” you said gently, sliding to the ground beside him, legs tucked beneath you.

“Already did.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

Zoro glanced sideways at you, mouth curling at the corner. “Watching me?”

You blinked slowly, the firelight catching in your lashes. “Naturally.”

He looked away again, but his ears were pink. That counted for something.

“I heard from Chopper.”

You didn’t push further than that. Just let the words hang, like steam rising from a teacup.

“About what?” he muttered.

“The bandages. The broken ribs. The stitches you haven’t let heal yet because you won’t stop moving.”

He took a slow sip from the cup and didn’t answer.

“You act like you’re fine,” you said softly. “But you’re not.”

“I’m breathing, aren’t I?”

“You know that’s not the same.”

Your voice wasn’t angry. It was tender. Honest. Just like you.

Zoro didn’t say anything for a long moment. His jaw shifted. His fingers tightened around the cup.

“You didn’t come through untouched either,” he said at last. “You gonna tell me everything’s fine on your end?”

“I am fine,” you whispered. “Or I will be. I know how to be careful.”

He gave a dry little laugh. “That’s what I said to you before Onigashima.”

Your eyes lowered. “I know.”

The wind stirred your hair. Zoro watched you now, gaze dark and still.

“I hate it,” he said suddenly.

You looked up. “What?”

“Seeing you hurt. Knowing I wasn’t close enough to stop it.”

You reached out, fingers brushing lightly against his. “We all got hurt.”

“But not all of us matter the same way to me.”

That stopped you cold.

Your breath hitched, and you blinked once, twice, as if trying to process it before your heart could beat too fast.

“I’m not good at saying shit like this,” Zoro muttered, looking away again. “But I was thinking about you. At some point I thought I was going to die. And the only thing in my head was you—not knowing how I felt.”

You reached for him, fingers weaving into his carefully.

“You didn’t have to say anything,” you murmured. “I knew. I just… hoped you’d tell me one day.”

Zoro exhaled shakily. It wasn’t like him. He didn’t do fragile. Not for anyone. But now, just for you, he let himself be seen—really seen.

“Come with me,” he said.

You tilted your head. “Where?”

He rose, tugging you up with him, one hand still holding yours. His grip was firm, but not forceful. Protective.

“Just… somewhere quieter,” he murmured. “Just us.”

You nodded. Because for once, you weren’t the one worrying about him.

He was worrying about you too.

As you fell into step beside him, still hand in hand, neither of you spoke. But you both felt it—the warmth rising just beneath the surface. Not overwhelming. Just enough to make your palms sweat slightly where they touched.

He glanced at you once out of the corner of his eye. You looked away at the same time.

A quiet flush colored both your cheeks.

You kept walking anyway. Fingers still entwined. Hearts a little louder than before.

The noise of the celebration faded with each step, replaced by the hush of narrow streets and soft lantern light. He led you up a short flight of stairs, hand never leaving yours, until the two of you slipped into a quiet room tucked above a sake house—simple, wooden, and open to the breeze.

One wide window stretched across the back wall, framing the view of the glowing festival below.

From here, you could see everything. The fires. The lanterns. The silhouettes of dancers spinning through smoke and laughter.

You stepped inside first, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. It was quieter here. The pulse of the party still echoed from below, but it was dulled by distance.

You turned, your hand still held in his. “You reserved this ahead of time?”

“Told the owner I had a feeling I’d want some privacy tonight.”

He glanced at you then, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a small, knowing smirk. “Guess I was right.”

Your face warmed immediately, and you looked away with a quiet huff, but you didn’t let go of his hand.

“Don’t get cocky.”

His smirk deepened. “Too late.”

He walked past you, letting go of your hand only to uncork the bottle of sake on the small table set up near the window. There were two cups beside it—expecting company.

He poured slowly, then held one out toward you.

“I thought Chopper said you were supposed to cut back.”

Zoro tilted his head. “He did.”

You accepted the cup anyway, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

He chuckled. “Didn’t think you would.”

You took a small sip, warmth spreading through your chest. The window breeze stirred your hair again. You looked out at the celebration below—how alive the streets were now, how the people moved with freedom in their steps, not fear.

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly.

Zoro nodded beside you, gaze fixed on the lanterns.

“It almost doesn’t feel real,” you continued. “After everything we’ve seen… all the people we lost.”

He was quiet again. But not cold. Not distant. He was letting you speak.

“I’m just grateful,” you said. “That we’re still here. That Wano has a future now. That we get to stand here and see it begin.”

Your voice trembled slightly. You didn’t mean for it to, but the ache hadn’t left—not fully.

“I hope the ones we lost are watching tonight,” you whispered. “I hope they’re smiling down at us. That it wasn’t all for nothing.”

Zoro looked at you—fully, deeply this time. His expression was unreadable for a second. Then it softened.

“I’m sure they are.”

You blinked, throat tight. “You think so?”

He stepped closer, his voice quieter than before. “I think they’d be proud. Of everyone. Of you.”

Your heart fluttered, and your lashes lowered. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You made it through,” he said. “And you’re still you. Still kind. That’s not nothing, Y/N. Not in a world like this.”

The way he said your name made your stomach flip. He didn’t say it often. When he did, it always meant something.

You set your cup down gently and turned toward him. His gaze met yours—steady, quiet, reading you like a map.

“I know you’re in pain,” you whispered, fingers brushing carefully against the bandage at his side. “And it’s… it’s selfish of me to ask, but… is it possible if we can?”

Your cheeks flushed, heat crawling up your neck as your eyes searched his. Even with your voice trembling, you didn’t look away. And he saw it—everything you were trying to say without saying it.

Zoro’s expression softened, just barely.

“If it’s with you,” he said, voice low but sure, “I’d be more than happy to.”

He lifted a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin with a gentleness that surprised you both.

“We’ll take it slow. Just be here, with each other. That’s more than enough.”

You nodded softly, heart thudding in your chest as you leaned into his touch. Zoro didn’t hesitate this time—he leaned in too, and when your lips met, it was careful and warm, like something long overdue.

His kiss—slow and deliberate, like the world could wait. Like there was nothing else he wanted to be doing.

Your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss just slightly, lips warm and steady. He tasted faintly of the sake, but more of quiet desperation.

He broke the kiss only to breathe against your skin. “Still okay?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

His hands moved gently, tracing over your sides where your wounds had barely begun to fade. You mirrored him, brushing fingertips across the bandages at his waist, careful not to press too hard.

There was no rush. No wild pull of urgency. Just reverence. The kind that came from having nearly lost the chance to touch each other at all.

When he kissed you again, it was slower—anchored in gratitude and need. One hand splayed across your lower back, holding you as close as your healing bodies would allow.

The world below partied on. Fireworks bloomed across the sky.

But in this room, it was just the two of you.

Careful. Alive.

And finally, finally—together.

The silence wrapped around you like a second skin, thick with everything unspoken, everything finally allowed.

Zoro’s kiss deepened, but never lost its softness. His hands explored you slowly—no rush, no demand—like you were something he wasn’t used to being allowed to have.

You let your fingers slide under his shirt, moving with care as you traced the unbruised parts of his skin. His stomach tensed beneath your palm—not from pain, but anticipation.

“Still okay?” he murmured, his voice low and rough against your lips.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… slower, maybe.”

A flicker of something warm tugged at his mouth. “You really think I’d be anything but gentle with you right now?”

Your breath caught, but you managed a quiet smile. “I know you wouldn’t. It just feels nice… hearing it.”

He touched your cheek then, guiding your face toward him with a tenderness that made your heart stutter. His thumb brushed over your lips, steady and deliberate.

“You don’t have to be nervous ,” he said. “Not with me. Not tonight.”

You helped ease his shirt over his head, careful with the wrappings around his ribs. He winced, barely, but didn’t stop you. You kissed along the line of his collarbone, over the healing cuts, your lips trailing comfort wherever they touched.

He returned the favor, undoing the belt at your waist with a practiced flick, but his hands trembled slightly when they moved to undress you. Not from nerves—Zoro didn’t do nerves—but from restraint. You could feel it in the way he held back, as if trying not to break what he was barely allowed to touch.

His breath hitched as the fabric of your underwear slipped down your frame, revealing soft skin to the glow of lantern light. His eyes lingered, reverent and wanting, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you. When he finally touched—fingers trailing along your hips, then up your sides—it was with a kind of reverence that made your knees weaken.

The first time his hands skimmed over your bare waist, you exhaled softly into his shoulder.

You were both half-naked now, skin warming skin, and yet the tension between you wasn’t lust-fueled fire—it was reverent. Heavy. Beautiful.

Zoro kissed you again—deeper now. Hungrier. But still slow, still grounded in the quiet bond you shared. His hand found your thigh, drawing it over his hip as he guided you gently onto your back.

His mouth left yours only to trail down your throat, warm breath and soft scrapes of teeth lighting sparks across your skin. His hips pressed into yours with aching control, letting you feel just how much he wanted you—how long he’d been holding back.

You reached for him, pulling him over you with a soft gasp as your bodies aligned. The sensation of skin-to-skin after so much distance made your heart ache.

Zoro braced himself with one arm while the other traced your face, your collarbone, your chest. His mouth followed—slow kisses down the center of your body, lingering at every place you sighed. When he returned to your mouth, his hips pressed forward against yours, seeking closeness more than release.

“Let me take my time,” he murmured.

You nodded, voice caught in your throat. “You already are.”

His hand slid between your thighs, fingers finding the soft heat of you, stroking with a patience that made your breath stutter. You arched into him, every touch drawing you closer until your hips tilted in silent invitation—and he answered.

When he finally entered you, it wasn’t sharp or urgent. It was full. Warm. So deeply needed it hurt a little. Zoro’s forehead pressed to yours, his breath catching at the feeling of you around him.

Neither of you moved fast. The rhythm you found was slow and deliberate, filled with drawn-out kisses and tender whispers between gasps. He murmured your name against your lips like a promise, over and over, as if grounding himself to it.

And all you could do was hold him—arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped gently around his waist, anchoring him as your bodies moved together in the softest storm either of you had ever survived.

Your eyes welled unexpectedly—overwhelmed not just by the pleasure, but by the intimacy.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, voice rough. “I’ve got you. Come with me.”

You pulled him closer, trembling around him as your release came like a tide—deep and quiet and consuming. Zoro followed shortly after, head bowed, a low groan catching in his throat as he let himself fall with you.

When it was over, you stayed wrapped together, skin sticky with sweat, hearts slowing in time with each other. He didn’t move to leave. Didn’t pull away.

Instead, Zoro curled his arms around you protectively, forehead resting on your shoulder, body still humming with the weight of everything that just passed between you.

“You okay?” he asked again, barely above a whisper.

You nodded, brushing his damp hair back with your fingers. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He exhaled, warm against your skin. “Because I don’t want to wake up without you again.”

“You won’t,” you said. “I’ll be right here.”

Zoro didn’t answer—not with words.

Just with the way he kissed your shoulder before closing his eyes, finally letting himself rest in your arms, where nothing had to hurt anymore.

#one piece smut #one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #one piece fluff #zoro fluff

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ricefamine · 3 days ago

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Monster trio x fem!reader

Warnings: none!

How they dress for a date! And what they do while you get ready

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Luffy❦

Just a shirt and pants he would honestly just wear something casual.

He would definitely try to help you do your makeup.. and fail MISERABLY.

It was 5 o'clock! Almost time for your date with luffy! You were getting all pretty unlike luffy.. as he was picking his plain shirt and plain pants.

"Luffy why can't you just wear a little nice for our dare"

"I dunno! I like these"

"Welp.. okay then!"

As you were doing your makeup he came up behind you and hugged you trying to steal your makeup brush as well.

"Let me do your makeup!! Pleaseee! (Name) PLEASEE!!"

"fine.. just don't make me look like buggy.."

He did the exact opposite of what you said. You might've looked way worse then buggy. (sorry buggy fans)

"Sorry!!"

He gave you a kiss on your lips but that wouldn't help you after he made you look like IT the clown. You eventually forgave him (just after 2 minutes of him kissing you and hugging you.)

The date was quite interesting.. after luffy had his 8th plate you guys were kicked out! Maybe you guys shouldn't go to a restaurant next time.

Zoro𖤝ᵎᵎ

More plain then luffy like WAY more plain..

He doesn't do much while you get ready but he does comment on your outfit (in a good way)

Zoro was sleeping as usual but it was almost time for your date! How could he sleep at such a wonderful time.. you shake him awake to remind him about your date but he still stayed asleep.. so you poured cold water on him a whole bucket.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL!"

"Oh good your finally awake! Okay now go get changed for our wonderful date honey!"

He stares at you like your insane but he still goes to get ready. You physically revolt seeing how plain this man is.. white shirt with blue jeans? Has a man ever been this plain?

"Really? Are you gonna wear THAT?"

"Well yeah.. they're clothes aren't they?"

"You know what nevermind.."

You start changing into your outfit and zoro loved it a whole bunch.

"You look nice."

"Thank you zoro that's the nicest thing you've said all day"

"No like you look great."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"So beautiful (name)"

You were so flattered he never acted like this!

"Thats so sweet zoro, I'm sorry for calling you plain.. but I wasn't wrong though."

You guys went on your date just to realize zoro was once again in debt to nami, welp spending money on a man isn't that bad right..?

Sanji𓐐𓎩๋ �� ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑.

He gets all dressed up! You guys always match hehe.

He definitely compliments EVERY PART OF YOUU and hugs you, kisses you everywhere

Almost time for your date! Sanji was getting everything he needed to wear and started to dress up! A beautiful suit that's your favorite color! And he got you a dress the same color as his suit it hugs your body wonderfully, even if you think otherwise he still thinks you look absolutely stunning.

"You look so beautiful mon chéri, I've never seen a woman as gorgeous as you."

"Thats so sweet hun thank you, I could say you look handsome as well, because you are."

"Oh don't flatter me.."

He hugs you from behind and kisses the back of your head and cheeks. He held your hands still from behind caressing them like they were jewels.

"Your hands are so soft baby, I could hold them for hours."

He complimented you the whole way to the restaurant! No man could replace him. There's no man who could make you feel as special as him, and they'll never be one. At least in your life.

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Thank you for reading!! I wasn't posting for a little cuz I was tired asf and depressed lol but I'm back! Hope you enjoyed!!!

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frenchcoucou · 3 months ago

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zoro ⚔️

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scvrgrl · 2 days ago

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reblogging cause i miss writing for zoro :(( def got some prompts in my back pocket so stay tuned 🤭

something stupid | roronoa zoro x fem!reader

the time is right, your perfume fills my head the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue and then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you."

word count: 1.3k

cw/tags: roronoa zoro x fem!reader, drinking and drunken confessions, short&sweet, sfw and fluff!! inspired by something stupid - frank sinatra & nancy sinatra

the sound of the crashing waves against the ship’s hull mingled with the cacophonous laughter that erupted from the two of you. after a long, stressful day of evading one of the many nefarious foes that tailed behind your crew, zoro had the brilliant idea of winding down with a cool bottle of sake.

zoro's head swayed with the restless current, bobbing against the wooden panels that lined the crow’s nest. his beautifully tanned skin prickled with goosebumps as the ocean breeze grazed his exposed arms. when he was with you, zoro felt like he could come alive — lowering his guard and allowing himself to be ignorant to the outside world, just for a moment. his stoicism faltered whenever you were around, effortlessly tugging a gentle smile at his lips with a single, all-knowing glance. despite only being a part of the crew for a few months, you grew to understand zoro better than anyone else on the crew — hell, sometimes better than himself. the relationship between the two of you was easy and comfortable, two feelings zoro had never been familiar with. his life always flashed a million miles a minute, encountering death more times than he’d be willing to admit. but when you were around, his life slowed down, making time to commit your soft features to memory.

the feelings zoro had for you were more than romantic. sure, he allowed his mind to wander to not-so-appropriate places over the last few weeks when he finally realized his feelings for you. but the fluttering in his chest and stomach were not the only distinct symptoms that accompanied this crush. it exceeded the bounds of love and lust, crossing over into an unbridled admiration. he appreciated you in his life, finding himself unable to imagine a world that you weren't in, weren't a part of. and in the brief moments that he did, his chest hollowed and an aching loneliness burned through his heart.

so yeah, he liked you.

the alcohol that ran through his system made him feel light, its buzz causing his cheeks to flush. although, his blush wasn’t attributed to the alcohol alone. no, he had been watching the way you threw your head back, your loud and chaotic laughter erupting from your rosy lips. he loved how comfortable you were around each other, not afraid to unleash your “ugly laugh,” as you had called it once before. anything you did was a sign of beauty in his eyes, a treasure that he wanted to keep all for himself.

unbeknownst to zoro, you had felt the same way for a long time. ever since you met him, you recognized how undeniably handsome he was. the macho-man front he put on in the beginning had been a little off putting, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing him. however, zoro warmed up to you quite nicely once you had proved yourself trustworthy. you’d teased him once about being like a grumpy old cat — distant at times but always coming around when it mattered, showing affection at random periods, yet welcomed all the same.

your sweet, floral perfume fused with the salty ocean air, creating a dizzying sense of pleasure through zoro’s head. he knew he was staring at you, probably making you uncomfortable as the silence ran long. but he didn’t care. instead, he kept his eyes soft and his lips slightly parted into a smile, drunk off your presence alone. the alcohol was merely a confidence boost for what he was about to say, something he’d been itching to tell you for a long time.

“i love you,” zoro said, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes were fixated on you, watching you and waiting for the reaction he wanted. his gaze was intense, a tension building in his chest as the nerves bundled beneath the surface.

your heart jumped for a split second, stopping at the sound of his voice. he’s drunk, you reassured yourself, careful not to get your hopes up.

“yeah, yeah. i love you too, zoro” you joked, brushing off his words while you fixed your concentration on the dark ocean below. the tension inside the crow’s nest became heavy, a warmth flushing your cheeks that you begged to stop spreading.

“no, you’re not listening to me,” he slurred, words laced with frustration as he sat upright. something in zoro’s eyes shifted, his relaxation transforming into a seriousness that you had been entirely unprepared for, “i’m in love with you.”

“what?”

the warmth in the air became a tension so palpable that you could’ve molded it between your fingers, grasping it to stabilize your now-trembling hands. rather than accepting his words for what they had been, you’d been filled with a nasty bitterness as your mouth turned sour. you’d grown accustomed to the degrading routine of unrequited love, its loneliness becoming comfortable over time. in truth, the thought of someone possibly reciprocating those feelings terrified you, fearing for the disappointment that would follow.

“you’re drunk, roronoa.” you scoffed. whether it was during arguments or intimate conversations, you’d always addressed zoro by his proper name. it had turned into a safe word, letting him know that you were serious.

you began to rise to your feet, holding onto the wall for support as the alcohol ran wild through your system. zoro had stared at you with fierce bewilderment, brows furrowed as you packed for the night. he latched onto your wrist, grasp a perfect balance between firm and cautious, as if he were afraid you’d break under the pressure. zoro’s eyes were staring up into yours with an intense desperation, pleading for an ounce of your undivided attention.

“i’m serious, [y/n]. i love you. but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. i know it’s weird coming from me — hell, i feel weird just saying it. but i know that if i don’t tell you now…i don’t think i ever will.”

the apprehension in his voice told you that he was telling the truth, a very scary truth at that. there were many times during battle, both on land and sea, where zoro should have been afraid. but nothing could have scared him more than the thought of losing you. he was worried that you’d reject him, forever tarnishing the beautiful friendship that you both worked so hard to build and protect. he was worried that you’d no longer come to him when you needed someone to talk to, afraid that he’d made things weird with his stupid crush. i’m such a fucking idiot.

however, nothing could have prepared him for the way you leapt into his arms, tackling him to the ground. the impact caused him to lose his balance, the both of you rolling onto your backs. drunken laughter filled the room once more, only this time it was accompanied with relief. you made your way into his arms, chests pressed against each other as your hearts synchronized. the kiss you planted on his lips was shy, testing the waters. zoro’s rough hands raked gently through your hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. you could taste the sake as your tongues mingled together, drinking in the remnants through his saliva. his grip on your waist tightened as you bucked your hips against his, hungrily begging for more and more of him.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” you huffed, cheeks and lips flushed as you catch your breath.

zoro’s lips traced your jawline, traveling downward as he placed a trail of kisses and nibbles down your neck, “who said we have to stop?”

cranked this one out real quick cause i just had to get it off my chest. i’ve been such a zoro and sanji girl lately it’s becoming an issue someone please sedate me

#zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #x reader #fanfic #scvrgrl

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justauthoring · 5 days ago

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In Your Embrace.

Summary: Luffy has the great idea for some team bonding and Zoro makes the most of it.

Pairing: OPLA!Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,509

A/N: I couldn't not write a OPLA!Zoro piece for my series after the little teaser that came out today. Strawhat slumber party??????? I LOVE

You don't have to read the series, but if you'd like to, you can find it here!

"You realize Luffy's been here the whole time, right?"

Looking up from the book she'd been previously peacefully sleeping, Nami quirks a brow at you.

"Surely, I would've heard him--"

As if she speaks it into existence, in the very next second, a loud snore carries across the room. Stifling the laugh that threatens to bubble out of your lips, you watch as Nami moves to the end of her bed, finally noticing Luffy who'd placed himself there a while ago.

You'd seen him when you'd come into your room, with the intention of following Nami's lead and taking advantage of some quiet reading time. You'd paused at the sight of him, brows raised, but when you noticed how peaceful he looked and how Nami, at the time, hadn't seemed bothered, you'd shrugged it off.

It didn't occur to you until twenty minutes later that Nami just might've, somehow, not known he was there.

"Luffy."

Pushing yourself to your feet just as Nami calls out to your Captain, a giggle escapes your lips when he continues to simply snore, prompting your navigator to deliver a rather sharp smack over the top of his head. Luffy jumps immediately at the touch, catching his strawhat from falling just in the nick of time as he blinks owlishly at you.

"Luffy," Nami calls again, "what are you doing here?"

"Is your room not good enough to nap in?" You tease, tilting your head at Luffy as you crouch in front of him.

Unphased, as always, Luffy beams at the both of you.

"Nami! Y/N!" He greets, "I had an idea. I realized every great pirate crew needs some good, quality bonding time!"

Meeting your eyes, Nami frowns.

Throwing his hands up in the air, Luffy is oblivious to Nami's hesitance. "So we're having a slumber party!"

"No, no," Nami argues instantly, "we're not having a slumber party."

Just as she finishes her words, the door to your shared room opens and in comes Sanji with two trays. "I made snacks!" He grins, "truffle popcorn for the group!" As he shuffles in, Usopp comes bounding in behind him with the projector snail and a grin, waving at you as you stand, moving out of Sanji's way.

"For the group, Luffy," Sanji mumbles as Luffy tries to snatch the popcorn for him.

"And I fixed the snail projector," Usopp says, face falling as he pauses in recollection. "Which... it's kind of a disturbing process."

Hands on your hips, you grin at Nami; "looks like our rooms been hijacked."

She huffs, rolling her eyes but the fond smile that curls on her lips as Sanji takes a seat next to her is undeniable.

Just then, the door opens again. Your face instantly brightens at the sight of Zoro.

"Zoro!" Luffy calls, "you made it!"

Surveying the room, Zoro meets your eyes, gaze softening, before turning to Luffy and shrugging. "You said there'd be booze."

With that, he turns to grab a chair and decision made, you move over to Sanji, who's already holding the bottle of sake he'd grabbed out towards you. He sends you a wink as you grab at, smiling shyly at him before moving your way around the bed.

"So, question," Sanji turns to Zoro, "do you sleep with those swords?"

Pausing just as you hand the sake to him, Zoro's face is blunt as he says; "maybe."

You let out a soft giggle at that, Zoro watching you for a moment before stepping behind you to grab a spare chair.

"Okay," Nami sighs, "I guess we are having a slumber party."

"It's showtime!" Sanji grins at her.

Usopp finishes setting up the white sheet that will act as your mock projector screen, letting out giggles of excitement as he sits down with a blanket. Realizing the movie is about the start, you turn to ask Nami to make some room for you when a hand falls on your hip, pulling you back.

The lights click off, shrouding you in darkness as your back falls into a familiar chest. You turn, catching Zoro's gaze in the lowlight as he smirks at you, settling you on his lap.

"Won't you get uncomfortable?" You whisper to him, not wanting to disturb the others as the movie starts.

Zoro quirks a brow at you, as if asking if you're really asking that, before proceeding to slip his arm around your waist and pull you flush against him. A flush coats your cheeks as he does, but you let yourself lean into his embrace, watching as he tilts his head back to take a spit of the sake before turning to focus on the movie.

An hour into the movie and you and Zoro are the only ones still awake.

Usopp, despite his initial excitement, had been the first to fall asleep. You'd caught the end of his head tipping before he righted himself, only to proceed to do the same thing for the next five minutes. Luffy's snores filtered the room shortly after and then, when you'd turn to say something to Nami, you'd noticed her and Sanji resting peacefully on her swinging bed.

Honestly, you'd expected Zoro to be the first to fall asleep, since he regularly napped. So you were pleasantly surprised when you felt his fingers brush against the hem of his shirt and his eyes on you.

"They're the ones who wanted to do this and they're the first to fall asleep," he snorts, voice low as he glances down at Luffy and Usopp.

You giggle, "I mean, part of a slumber party is to... slumber, right?"

Raising a brow, Zoro just chuckles, shrugging as he takes another sip of his sake.

Realizing there wasn't much point to watching movie any longer, especially now that you were hyperaware of the fact that it was just you and Zoro awake, and the fact that you'd honestly struggled to pay attention the whole time... you shift on Zoro's lap. You tilt so you're turned towards him, and reach your hand out.

He eyes your hand, blinking, before handing you the sake.

"Thought you didn't like drinking."

Shrugging, you smile as you take a sip. It burns down the back of your throat and a series of coughs leaves your lips as you swallow, prompting Zoro to laugh, as he takes the sake back.

"Wanted to know why you're always drinking it," you mumble, still catching your breath. "That's awful."

"You get used to it," Zoro explains. Then, wiping at your mouth, Zoro raises a brow; "you've really never had any sake before?"

You shake your head, "no. And I probably won't again."

"I'll get you to like it," Zoro says, causing you to blink up at him.

Smiling, you bite your lip; "yeah?"

"Yeah," he nods. "After all, my girl's gotta be able to handle her liquor."

Something flutters in your stomach at his words, a shiver crawling up the back of your spine as you meet Zoro's gaze in the low moonlight, eyes twinkling.

"Your girl?"

Smirking, Zoro shrugs; "do you not like it?"

"No," you mumble, fiddling with your fingers. "I definitely like it."

He snorts, again, this time laced with affection and feeling a surge of confidence, you lean forward, pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips. The action surprises Zoro, you can tell by the way his body freezes at the touch, and you smile to yourself, proud to have caught him off guard and move to lean back.

The bottle of sake clatters to the ground with a loud thump, but before you can even tell him off for being loud, his hand is on the back of your head and he's pulling you forward to press his lips against yours.

You gasp into his mouth and Zoro takes full advantage of it, slipping his other arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Then, the lights flicker on.

You pull away, jumping as your eyes squint at the sudden light. It takes you a second, but you see Nami standing by the light switch, hands on her hips.

"Get a room, you two."

Cheeks burning, you hide your face in your hands. Zoro, unbothered, simply shrugs, moving to lean forward, you still in his arms and shifting with him, and grabs his rogue bottle of sake off the ground.

"Ugh," Usopp calls from his spot, "who turned on the lights?"

He's followed by a loud snore from Luffy.

Sanji raises his head; "Nami, did something happen?"

Meeting your eyes, Nami smirks at you; "we didn't finish the movie."

Relieved she didn't say more, your shoulders ease as Zoro chuckles behind you.

"Ah!" Usopp calls, loud enough it stirs Luffy awake. "I don't even remember when I fell asleep."

"Is there any popcorn left?" Luffy groans, rubbing at his eyes.

As the chatter continues, you turn to Zoro, lips still tingling from the way he'd kissed. He meets your gaze, smirking, and something twinkles in his gaze.

A promise for later.

You flush even more.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece live action #opla #opla x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #opla zoro x you #zoro roronoa #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #one piece zoro

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sammigrll · 3 days ago

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best friend’s brother zoro

suggestive, drinking, modern au, zoro is 21 so let’s pretend perona is just a lil younger than him for the plot…

best friend’s brother zoro who couldn’t help but let his eyes follow the new friend that perona had already deemed her “best friend” before bringing her home for a girls night sleepover.

best friend’s brother zoro who knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself after meeting you face to face, with your sweet smile, kind gestures, and friendly embrace to greet him.

best friend’s brother zoro who found himself entranced by your scent and the way that your plush body felt as you pressed up against him in your cute, tight little sleep set. dazing him from hardly even 2 seconds of contact.

best friend’s brother zoro who knew he was gonna piss perona off tonight, nonchalantly shoving himself into all of your activities and feigning small interest in a few of your favorite movies, shows and hobbies that you had mentioned to start casual conversation, despite his younger sisters insults as he did so.

best friend’s brother zoro who could no longer conceal the hard-on you gave him only two shots into the drinking game that perona suggested for the three of you, swearing that his sister placed the “flash the person to your right or take a shot” card under your deck just to fuck with him.

best friend’s brother zoro who you knew took a special liking toward you, causing the liquor plaguing your body to act as liquid courage while you initiated small touches and teases as the night went on and the liquor kept pouring.

best friend’s brother zoro who had to mask his excitement by a blank expression and a slight nod after you had pulled him into what you hoped was his room, drunkenly asking him to make out with you once you had both tucked perona into her bed after she had an alcohol-induced knockout on the floor of her bedroom.

best friend’s brother zoro who couldn’t help but massage your soft tits over your silk, damn near lingerie coverup as your plump, soft, hot lips pressed almost painfully hard against his as he tried his hardest to keep up with your fast pace and roaming hands.

best friend’s brother zoro who knew that this couldn’t be the last time that he saw you as he watched you walk out the door come early next morning. leaving him with raw, kiss bitten lips and dark hickies from his chest to his jawline as a reminder of the night you shared. he needed to see you again.

#one piece #roronoa zoro x reader #fanfic #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro headcanons #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa smut #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece headcanons #perona

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zorosgirlfriend · 2 days ago

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Hello! I love your writing so much. Can I request one about the reader being an oiran and the boys falling in love with her despite her job, so they ask her to run away with them to live with them and have adventures. (I don't know if you write smut already. If so, could you add a bit of it? If not, just the fluff) Please, and thank you so much 😭🌸

hello! im so sorry this took so long, i haven't had any motivation to write 😭 since I currently don’t write full smut, I’ll keep it suggestive and emotionally intimate :3 🌷

monster trio ~ !! Oiran's Escape

warnings: maybe slightly suggestive if you squint.

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

Monkey D. Luffy

He visits your oiran house with wide,

Awestruck eyes.

Not for the allure, but for you, sitting poised like a still lake in moonlight.

He doesn’t understand what you do at first.

But when someone whispers it to him, he frowns.

Luffy quietly says,

“...So you can’t leave? Even if you wanted to?”

You smile softly.

It’s your job to be graceful.

Untouchable.

But his eyes burn with something else, something wild.

Luffy grins,

“Then come with me. Come be free with us!”

You laugh.

Startled, flattered, heart fluttering.

“You’d really take in someone like me?”

He just beams.

“I don’t care what you do. You’re amazing. You’re you. That’s enough.”

Later,

When you press your forehead to his in the garden.

Bare feet in the grass, your ornate hairpins laid aside

He murmurs,

“Let’s go. Right now. Just you and me and the sky.”

Roronoa Zoro

He shows up drunk the first time,

Dragged in by Sanji,

And sees you through half-lidded eyes…

But you hold his gaze.

Days pass.

Then he visits again.

Alone this time.

Silent.

Observing.

You kneel to pour his sake with practiced elegance,

But he stops your hand mid-pour.

Zoro says softly,

“You don’t have to play pretend with me.”

Your fingers freeze.

His are rough.

Warm.

He gazes at you like you’re not a fantasy,

But a real, breathing woman beneath the silks and paint.

“Come with me. You deserve to be more than someone else's dream.”

When you hesitate,

He lowers his forehead to yours, scar grazing your cheek.

Zoro says quietly,

“I’ll protect you. Even from yourself, if I have to.”

That night,

He doesn’t touch you, not like others might.

He just lays beside you on the tatami,

Your pinky hooked with his,

Silence heavy with everything you both aren’t saying.

Vinsmoke Sanji

He knows.

The moment he steps into your room and sees your painted lips,

Your practiced smile.

He knows what it costs you.

But he never treats you like glass.

Never lets his lust eclipse his adoration.

Sanji takes your hand gently,

“You don’t belong here. You belong somewhere where you can laugh—really laugh.”

You scoff.

It's charming, how easily he speaks.

But when his hand lifts to cup your cheek,

Thumb brushing your lipstick-smudged mouth,

His voice breaks.

“I’m not asking for a night. I’m asking for a life. Run with me, mon trésor.”

You’re breathless.

Later,

When you sit on his lap in the garden.

Your kimono loose, hair unpinned.

He kisses your collarbone with reverence.

Sanji murmuring,

“Come wake up next to me. Every morning. Forever.”

#one piece x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy

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donvampiro · 18 hours ago

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hello! I was wondering if you could write something with the monster trio+law with a clairvoyant reader where she can’t tell ghosts from real people and she sees ghosts on there ships and just starts freaking out cause they still retain the look of when they died. Please and thank u!

hii Anon! hope you’re doing well :) this is a very interesting concept! i really enjoyed writing these HCs. careful though because, as stated in my rules post, it’s max 3 chars when it comes to requests. but maybe you’re new to my blog so it’s totally fine Anon, don’t worry ❤️ i still added Law because i feel like this request really fits him indeed hehe. in any case, hope this post will meet your expectations! Love <3

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Shadows of the past'

Monster trio & Law x (clairvoyant) fem!reader

Warning: mention of death & mourning, physical injuries & blood. contains some spoilers (Marineford ; Dressrosa) as well btw

Monkey D. Luffy

tbh i think Luffy would find your powers kinda cool at first, like he wouldn’t immediately get the measure of your concerns and the harm that your visions might cause you, particularly in their tragic, even traumatic nature

every time he'd hear you scream or saw you shudder, seized by fear because you thought you were meeting a “real” person whose body was more or less in good condition, he’d quickly comfort you, offering you a big smile and patting your back or your shoulder with a gentleness that is always reserved for you.

‘c’mon, (y/n), no need to be afraid! think about saying hello to those people instead. oh! say hello to them from me too!’

Luffy’s carefreeness about your natural gifts wouldn’t last forever though. it would only be after a very concrete event that he’d realize the weight on your shoulders that your power can be on a daily basis. in short, he would need a kind of trigger.

maybe it would happen while you’re both sitting on the deck of the Sunny, taking some time for yourselves and stargazing after a nice meal, a little celebration, who knows. smiling, Luffy seems somewhat lost in thought though. his hand is soft yet slightly calloused as it envelops yours in a comfortable silence; but as you’d turn to him, you couldn’t hold back a gasp, more vocal than you’d have liked, and Luffy would instantly turn to you, alerted.

‘(y/n)? what’s up with ya? everything’s okay?’

it was the first time you saw that while looking at your captain for some reason. you saw him, yes, next to Luffy — this bloodstained individual, covered in wounds, and whose cheekbones, although magnificently freckled, could not, however, soften the sight of his fiercely pierced abdomen. his mouth is dripping with blood but his smile is peaceful as he looks at Luffy, before your eyes meet.

your own heart drums facing his stopped one. you know who he is. of course you do. how could you not know? Luffy has told you about him so many times, in that voice that now made you question whether to answer, tell your captain what you're seeing or not. but your ragged breath, bulging eyes, and the light film of sweat coating your face leave you little room for hesitation as Luffy grabs your shoulder and shakes it lightly.

‘hey (y/n). are you seeing things again? tell me.’

reveal the truth in a low voice and you’ll see Luffy’s eyebrows furrow, in an expression that mixes all the emotions in existence. his eyes are lost in the void of his thoughts for a second before looking all around him, searching and calling his brother, finding you.

‘he’s here?! like, where? behind me? can you talk to him? wait, do you think he can still eat like, real food? or ghost food? i’m sure Sanji knows how to make ghost food anyway. i mean, we could have another meal so he can be with us! oh, and tell him that i—’

he talks a lot and his eyes are glassy, with a tearful glint that doesn’t escape your gaze despite his huge smile. you stifle your own sobs, feeling the weight of Luffy’s grief as you see Ace’s ghost disappear into the starry night, in a painfully soft gaze. you shake your head in a sorry sigh, and your captain almost automatically stops speaking. his smile fades away — there’s no need to say more. he contemplates you for a moment, before lowering his head slightly and caging you in a long, silent hug.

that night, Luffy understood the weight of your powers, understood your fears. the ashes of the past were indeed frightening.

Roronoa Zoro

really, Zoro can’t help but be puzzled every time he sees you freaking out like this, shouting about how there’s such and such corpses wandering on the deck of the ship or the streets of some island where you and the crew made a stopover. the swordsman would never delve too deeply into your emotions when they’re negative; not that he’s not interested, but that he prefers to keep things simple between you two and avoid making you overthink.

still, he would always try to reassure you, and he’d do so assertively — without digressions or innuendos — but always wanting to make things easier for you and so that you’d no longer have to worry about seeing these deceased people, more alive than ever in your eyes though.

‘there’s no reason to be so scared, (y/n). these guys are no longer among us, they won’t hurt you. i wouldn’t let them anyway.’

his tone was gruff, but you knew better. Zoro was always protective of you, and you were grateful, but it wasn’t that simple. meeting lifeless gazes, looking at bloodied, weakened, sick or whatever bodies — you were seeing bereavement and pain personified all around you, almost every day, and you couldn’t shake your fears, despite your best efforts and the swordsman’s reassuring words.

this is why your sleep would be regularly stolen by these bloodstained specters wandering around, and today would be no exception, even if you’re snuggled up to Zoro — who seems deeply asleep. it was he who had suggested a nap together, to calm you down, but obviously the task was more difficult than expected.

despite your eyes being firmly closed, sealed so as not to see these presences you were feeling, you couldn't help but fidget, scared. in order to calm yourself down, you decided to get up and go get a glass of water in the kitchen. you stepped out of the cabin and the air was mild. everything was (very) surprisingly peaceful, and you took the time to enjoy the moment as you filled your glass, before slowly heading back to the cabin.

but as you open the door, you’re greeted not by Zoro’s sleeping figure, but by a bloodstained and destroyed body, which finally passes through you to continue on its way. terror makes you drop your glass and it crashes right into the cabin entrance as you scream.

the swordsman is jolted from his sleep and instantly turns to you, his gaze alert as he reaches for his swords — but you stop him, pointing at the broken glass dotting the floor; and your shaky voice immediately makes him understand what happened.

Zoro sighs and leaves the bed for a moment to come and get you, dodging the shards of glass before finally picking you up and carrying you, so that you both collapse on the bed, never breaking your embrace. he can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he whispers in your ear.

‘saw sordid stuff again?’

his voice is calm as your respective eyes meet. his gaze is stern, focused, attentive. you nod, and it’s in a — sweet, only for you — whisper that he concedes that it can’t be easy every day. maybe you need to talk about it more than he thought, after all. Zoro tightens his embrace around you, petting your hair as he lets a comfortable silence settle, before questioning you in a solemn yet uncertain tone.

‘hey, by any chance… have you ever seen, like, in your visions… a young girl with a sword?’

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji would be a great listener and always there to reassure you when your visions frighten you. he would empathize and understand the weight your powers can represent; so you can count on him to give you all the affection and consideration you need.

he is supportive. his goal would be to make sure that you don’t feel alone in the middle of all these more or less bloodstained ghosts, so that, whenever fear seizes you, he can be there to comfort you and bring you back to the world of the living.

in that sense, it would probably lead you to be more comfortable with your powers and to be able to talk about them more openly. you would be less afraid. and it’s sitting in the kitchen while Sanji is busy at his stove that you’d talk about this and that, your voice a sweet melody for the attentive ears of the cook.

‘you know, i’ve already seen ghosts around you.’

– ‘ah? they should be more interested in you, (y/n)-chwan, you’re so much prettier.’, he’d reply, and you could hear the smile on his face.

you couldn’t stifle a laugh. with Sanji, things always seemed less dramatic, less scary. it was as if you could face all the troubles in this world but you could always get back up.

your laughter was nevertheless cut short by the presence you felt. you couldn’t help but shudder slightly and your eyes, riveted on the cook’s busy hands so far, eventually lifted towards a ghost behind him. this very ghost was also watching with great interest the recipe being prepared, all the while smiling tenderly.

‘there's one behind you right now, by the way.’

– ‘really?’, he chuckled, without taking his eyes off the vegetable he was cutting. ‘and what do they look like? not too… damaged, i hope.’

– ‘it’s a lady. a very beautiful lady.’

Sanji slowed down his cutting, his mind troubled for a moment. he certainly knew how to appreciate women, all women, but something inside him told him that this woman was different. what interest could the ghost of a dead woman possibly have in him? Unless…

‘(y/n), could you please… describe her?’

he had put down his knife, and the uncertain tone of his voice encouraged you to respond positively to his request; nodding then describing as best you could the woman standing next to him, looking at him with a soft smile.

as you spoke, the cook’s features tensed up, and you could see that he was holding back just about everything that came up to him. words, tears, everything. so you ventured to ask a few questions.

‘do you know this person?’, you’d ask timidly.

and maybe it was now up to you to lend an ear to Sanji’s sensitivity.

bonus:

Trafalgar D. Water Law

talking to Law about your powers would be complicated at first. in fact, he would have a hard time understanding why you would be so moved by every vision you have when it’s “just” part of your abilities. he would have a hard time understanding why you would continue to be afraid even though you’re aware of these powers of yours. everything would seem so… irrational to him.

You were coping with the situation as best you could — if he couldn’t understand, you weren’t going to force him. still, that was before you noticed this person. an individual that, as usual, you had taken for a living person, before noticing their bruised appearance and their spectral nature. this person who followed Law almost everywhere.

it was embarrassing, frightening at times, because this ghost’s presence was unpredictable and random, so you often found yourself jumping out of your skin and screaming in the middle of a conversation when they appeared, with Law looking at you in perplexity.

so you had decided to avoid Law a little, just to spare yourself a little, and to avoid having to broach this subject which you already had the feeling he wouldn’t be very receptive to.

however, Law, for his part, was actually very receptive to the fact that you were avoiding him. he saw it perfectly, and also felt that there was something you wanted to tell him, but didn’t dare to, or something like that. he felt lost about it: you knew you could tell him anything, right? or, had he done something that made you no longer feel comfortable talking to him?...

Law would confront you directly about it, not wanting to beat around the bush; and his heart was beating a little faster than he anticipated as he saw you searching for words.

‘well, i… i see… i often see a tall man around you, his face made up, with a large black coat, he’s very injured, with blood all over his face and… so… it makes me…’

– ‘“it makes you” what? what am i supposed to do?’

something snapped in his mind and his reply came out on its own, in a way harsher tone than he would have liked. Law’s grip on his nodachi tightens as he frowns. he looks hurt by this information over which you actually have no control. you shake your head — you knew he wouldn’t understand anyway, that he would only see your visions and fears as irrational, as always. you look away.

‘... nevermind.’

you start walking away, and Law runs his hand over his face with a heavy sigh, trying to process what just happened, and realizing his words were far too harsh. facing the loss of those who matter to us is already a trial. but seeing death walking around every day, even in moments that should give us rest… yeah, he too would freak out facing those kinds of visions eventually.

‘(y/n), wait’, he calls, catching up with you quickly. his voice remains monotonous, but you still hear the softness he always reserves for you. ‘i worded my question poorly. i… yeah, i think we should indeed discuss all this.’

you turn to him, your respective gazes seeking each other, and in his eyes lay torment as well as the apologies he can’t seem to voice. you nod, and he mutters.

‘i will try to understand.’

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