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BEFORE THE COFFEE GETS COLD -> the last things they say to you ( ZORO & SANJI )

zoro is a dependable guy. reliable, solid. he says what he means, and means what he says. life in the village is good, but you know that in the heart that you hold (his), there is a scar that can only be filled with the saltwater calling of the ocean. so when he reads luffy's notice in the papers in the morning (you had hidden them, underneath the kitchen sink at first but then, feeling guilty at your own selfishness had retrieved them and put them down on the table with his morning coffee.)

as he sips slowly, reading the papers, he says it like it's the morning's pleasantries. "i want to go," he murmurs. you contemplate playing dumb, or saying flat-out no. how can you tell him when you just have this horrible, sinking feeling in your stomach that makes your throat go dry, that kills all will to deny him of what he wants? so you hold your tongue, and his heart tight. "be back soon," you tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "before the coffee gets cold," he grins, getting up.

the coffee's been going cold ever since.

sanji would have said no if you told him to. unquestionably so. he would have probably begrudged you for it, whined behind your back for a bit, but he would have agreed nonetheless (because he'll agree to anything you say), but there was no reason to say no to him in the first place. sure, you'd miss him, but you know that sanji's loyalty lies with luffy as much as it lies with you - or rather, it lies with the strawhats as much as it lies with you. you have no problem with it, because he's been so wonderfully loving to you for all this while. he's been everything, and so much more to you, a partner you could have never imagined to have in your life. that's where it hurts, you realise in retrospect. the simplicity of it all, how it was too good to be true. sanji's love was too good to be true in the first place. that's why he had to go. "take care of yourself while i'm gone!", he cried from the upper deck of the ship.

you try to live by that every day.

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OH NO! HE DOESN'T HATE ME?

pairing: trafalgar law x fem!reader genre: college au!, one sided rivalry, fluff & attempts at humour warnings: alcohol, mentions of needles note: sorry if law is a bit ooc i just made him a lil flirty heh synopsis: he is trafalgar law, your mortal enemy. why is he so.. goddamn attractive?

you don't know what attracted them to you, but they would just be so dumb that it made you laugh sometimes. maybe they felt smarter being within 5 feet of you? maybe they hoped that you'd do their homework? whatever it was, you never really figured it out since you never reciprocated their feelings.

all throughout high school, you'd find yourself surrounded by boys. wait, that's a misleading statement. of the limited males who would interact with you (you being the class nerd), they would be silly, stupid little airheads of guys (the type your anime-obsessed friend would call "total babygirls").

that was because you were too busy acing all your subjects so you could get into that prestigious "good college" that you had wanted to go to since 6th grade. go girl! you were a booked, busy and slaying girlboss all throughout highschool. (that was what you'd like to say to yourself. the reality was that you were a bit of an overachieving nerd.)

cut to the said, prestigious "good college", that you ended up getting into, and by god, were you truly a booked, busy and slaying girlboss in here. since everyone was mostly a nerd anyways, nobody bullied you or cringed away from you when you were trying to make conversation because well, everyone was more or less the same. you were excelling in kicking ass in your course, though.

college life was great to you. you finally had a (somewhat) ragtag friend group you fit into, one with people who actually got your back and who you trust, you studied subjects that you're genuinely interested in and you're enjoying. you scoff at stories of burnt out college students who cried their way to a degree and were basically fuelled by ramen.

that is, until you met trafalgar law in your course. after skipping the first week due to unknown reasons, he waltzes into class looking like a sleep deprived homeless guy, one that you mentally dismiss as another one of the stoners that hang around by the skatepark.

boy, were you wrong. it was almost laughable at how this guy suddenly took up your space in the class - the student who always had his their together, all the notes taken, all the assignments handed in (early!), all their essays completed - and worst of all, he didn't even look like he made an effort!

and so, a rivalry was born. seeing your name under laws for the first couple of tests was irksome, and you attributed it to luck, but when this pattern repeated itself, with barely a mark's difference, you took it personally. especially when you saw him smirking at the marksheet with his hair all tousled and golden eyes-

what the fuck, woman, pull yourself together!

anyways, you so hate trafalgar law.

"i mean, who does he think he is?", you grumble angrily through bites of your chicken sandwich to your business major friend, nami, who was counting bills in her hand from her "small business" she runs on campus.

"this is the third time this week you're having a meltdown over him. how do you even know that he reciprocates this ... mutual hatred or whatever?", she asks, absently waving her hand.

"he does!," you wail, banging your head on the table. after writing your (stellar, if you do say so yourself) essay for this week's advanced biology class, only to see it fall short by one mark to law's essay, you're ready to crumble into a pool of despair. and chicken sandwiches.

"with what evidence? i mean, the poor guy doesn't even talk outside of class," nami replies skeptically.

"evidence? in terms of evidence ... er... we have no evidence. hey! how do you know how he's like outside of class, though?", you retort quickly.

"get over him, girl, let's take shots," nami announces, folding the wad of notes and tucking it into the pocket of her jeans. seeing your teary face and silence, she sighs.

"this is the part where you're supposed to say: and i was like, i'm down. you really aren't used to failure, right?", she asks, and you shake your head.

despite your somewhat lonely and silly highschool life, you were never second best. to anyone, in anything. so this disruption caused by stupid fucking trafalgar law and his stupid fucking god given good physique - you mean, his irritable personality - is a new thing to handle for you. i mean, for fuck's sakes, you were on the national scholars list!

"we need to get your mind off these things. come for a party with me for once, get out of your little ratpack apartment," she whines, and you inhale. maybe doing shots and having a little bit of fun would help you get your mind off your academics.

"okay," you whisper, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

"for real?", she whoops, little stars appearing in her eyes. "yeah, sure, why the hell not. as long as it's not a frat party!", you sigh.

"it's not! it's at luffy's place at 10, okay?", she calls, and you sweatdrop. 10? that's when you usually start your nightly rewatch of suits that you end up falling asleep to.

... okay, maybe you do need to get out there and have some fun.

the clothes you're wearing qualify as cute and short and quite flimsy. not a good thing for a party where everyone's practically bouncing off the walls with alcohol and hormones. thankfully, you're sitting with robin and zoro, who choose to just sexily brood in a corner instead of engaging in the usual party haberdashery.

unlike zoro and robin, you can't get bitches through sexy brooding because you're incapable of it, as usopp pointed out, something you took offence to. you're perfectly capable of sexy, smouldering looks, you protest.

"hey, y/n! why do you look constipated?", yamato asks, slinging a shoulder over your frame as his bulky body hangs over yours, reeking of cheap beer.

"constipated? man, i really was trying to go for the sexy mysterious hot girl vibe," you whine defeatedly as yamato chuckles.

"if anyone's giving the sexy constipated vibe other than those two," he motions towards zoro and robin, who were sipping their red solo cups and chatting (and looking classy while doing it!)," it's that guy," he motions towards a man who just walked through the door.

"huh. can't see him very well. what's his name?", you ask, as you observe him stroll over to the limited bar and pick up a drink. he's wearing all-black, and with the already dimmed lights, you can't figure out who it is.

"why don't we go find out?", yamato says happily, dragging you towards him through the sweaty crowd of people.

"what?", you squeal, pulling the hem of your dress down as he obliviously trundles on. "what if i don't want to find out?", you yelp, as you shoot a quick wave to nami across the room, along with mouthing the words help me. she just grins and gives you a thumbs up.

"loosen up, y/n! i'm just introducing you to a totally random hot dude," yamato states as you approach the bar. you're directly behind the guy now, and he has stunningly broad shoulders, if you do say so yourself. however, you see a familiar creep of black ink up his neck and the usual subtly flashy gold earrings, and you feel your throat go dry.

there's a feigned cough that's heard when he turns around to face the two of you as yamato continues grinning obliviously.

"totally random hot dude? could you be any louder?", trafalgar law asks irritably as yamato gulps.

trafalgar law, your arch nemesis at this party? catching you lacking and calling him hot? the heavens were really against you today ....

... but then again, it really was difficult to not call him hot when his sleeves were halfway rolled up, with his forearms exposing dark swirls of ink that he's got tattooed almost everywhere, or with that gold link chain that peeks out from the two undone buttons of his black linen shirt.

yeah, your throat's still definitely dry.

"sorry, man. i'm yamato, luffy's roommate. nice to meet ya!", yamato says quickly, sticking his hand out. law takes it hesitantly and shakes it, but surprisingly his eyes are on you?

you're not one to back down to a silly little man's stare, so you stare right back, even if it's weirdly awkward.

the intensity of his gaze makes you squirm, and if you can feel it, yamato definitely can. "i'm gonna go now," he squeaks, skittling away before even introducing you.

you, your mortal enemy and a jock that just abandoned you stand in front of a bar that only serves shitty beer. the start of a bad joke, you think.

after law decides that enough time's been spent having a staring contest with you, he blinks and offers you a drink.

"y/n, right? you're in my advanced biology class?", he asks, as you appreciatively accept the drink.

"and general chemistry. and biochemistry and physics," you add sheepishly. "i think we're in the same course!", you chirp, surprised at the fact that he doesn't even remember you. what the fuck, man? was he trying to be cool.

"yeah, that's probably it. sorry i didn't remember," he says cooly, and you double take. one, was his voice always so attractive. so low and composed? two, why was he apologising? apologising's practically admitting defeat!

"i wasn't here for the first week or so, it'll take me a while to remember people. but you'll stick with me," he says with a small grin, and you can't help but feel hot all over. you'll stick with me? that's not something very academic rival-y to say.

wait, was he flirting with you?

"uh, thanks," you respond intelligently. "so, lit party, huh?", you change the topic quickly, trying to shake off your previous thoughs.

he emits a low, rich, chuckle.

" 's okay, i suppose. i just got dragged here by luffy," he says. "i don't like going out that much," he explains.

"yeah, luffy has that effect on people. so does nami," you add, laughing slightly. law hums, gazing off into the crowd. what is this? you're holding civil conversation with him?

"it's good that i came, though. wouldn't have met some interesting people otherwise. i might have regretted that," he speaks slowly, his eyes back on you again. interesting people? is he talking about you?

"are you calling me interesting?", you ask bluntly (the alcohol is getting to you.)

"i don't know. are you interesting, y/n?", he asks, to which you pause, opening your mouth. "i think you are," he laughs, seeing your dumbfounded expression. you didn't expect him to reciprocate your honesty.

"um. that's nice of you. thanks. do you, maybe want to get some fresh air? i can't stand the smell of sweat anymore," you sigh, and law's lips curve upwards into that of a smile.

"sure. thought you'd never ask," he replies. hand on the small of your back, he gently guides you through the sea of gyrating, drunk bodies to the door. he opens it for you, and you feel a little twinge of a butterfly at the bottom of your stomach when you finally step out onto the street.

i thought you wouldn't say yes, you think to yourself.

"woah! and this one?", you ask, pointing to the inner side of his forearm.

it is approximately 3:36 AM, and you are sitting in a convienience store happily eating double chocolate chip ice cream and asking trafalgar law (your academic enemy) about the meaning of his tattoos.

or as law likes to think of it, it is 3:36 AM and he is sitting with a beautiful, funny girl who is eating double chocolate chip ice cream and asking about the meaning of his tattoos.

"this was like a week or two ago when i got really drunk and luffy dared me to get one while taking shots," he laughed, staring down at the dragon that adorned the center of his sleeve, with its blue scales. "it hurt like a bitch," he grimaces, remembering how he actually screamed during the outline.

"it looks really good, though," you say softly, enraptured by it. your eyes look like they're brimming over with stars (not something someone would usually say in a crappy college 24x7 where the aircon doesn't work, but god, law really thinks you're just something else).

ever since he saw you at that party, hell, even in class when you'd get up and talk, he was so awed by your confidence and how prepared you were to answer almost anything. you were so put together, witty and charming, it was kind of hard for him to not crush on you.

so yes, he was trying to act kind of douchey and cool when he pretended like he didn't know you at the party.

"you can touch it if you want," he offers, straightening his arm towards you.

"really? it won't hurt, right?", you ask, soft concern lacing your voice.

"nah, it healed a while ago. don't worry 'bout it," he said, and you tentatively raise a palm and rest it on the tattoo. the lines still feel bold to him, and he ignores the slight sting he feels when your nails graze over the color.

"i've always wanted to get a tattoo," you smile to yourself, admiring his.

"but i've kinda always been scared of the pain," you add, laughing. "i mean, yeah, it does hurt," law finds himself saying.

"but it's worth it. tattoos help you remember things ...... worth remembering," he finishes, tone low as he looks at you.

you swallow. shit, did he make you feel awkward? is he coming off as too much? i mean, sanji did tell him that he should be honest and straight up, but that's sanji -

"you should take me sometime. to get a tattoo, for moral support, y'know?", you grin.

"yeah. let's do it sometime," he replies, the thought strangely comforting.

"i gotta choose a design, first. i want something small," you muse to yourself, wiping your fingers on the paper napkin.

"i have an idea," law offers, and you hum.

"a heart," he declares, raising his own arm to show the one on his wrist.

you kiss him. it's slow, and really unexpected and spontaneous, but what the hell? he can't just say that and not expect you to kiss him? you pull away and the first thing you do is apologise. too bad it never escapes your lips, since the next thing he does is pull you back onto him.

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#SOFT LAUNCH! — as trafalgar's s/o! part two

notyn: he likes the sea & me tagged: trafalgarlaw liked by therealnami, vivinef, b.epo and 1,091 others show comments sanjiie: chat tell me this isn't real ⟳ roronoazoro123794: WEIRDO sanjiie: this is my 13th reason ⟳ roronoazoro123794: DO IT tonytchopper: parents 🫶 nicorobin778: I am so happy for you Y/n! roronoazoro123794: WHY IS MY CAPS LOCK STUCK trafalgarlaw: i love you liked by creator therealnami: Enroll in Nami's Hustler University now 💯 Take control of your financial future and beat the matrix 💸 💸 DM me "DEBT FREE" to learn the secrets of success 😉

trafalgarlaw: got them flowers tagged: notyn

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sanjiie: GET AWAY FROM THEM!! GET A JOB!! ⟳ roronoazoro123794: KILL YOURSELF reply liked by creator ikkakkuu: how u bag a 10 with no aura ⟳cl1oneandonly: that's what i'm saying likeee ⟳ shachi56: sorry bro but they right u got NEGATIVE aura 🙏 ⟳ officialluffy: FIGHT BACK @ trafalgarlaw 👊 notyn: me and the emo boy i pulled by being goofy <3 liked by creator

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#SOCIALS! — as trafalgar's s/o part one

notyn: one year w the big homie 💯 tagged: trafalgarlaw liked by therealnami, vivinef, b.epo and 1,851 others trafalgarlaw: I am not "big homie" what is wrong with you trafalgarlaw: There is something deeply undiagnosed about you ⟳ notyn: good thing you're a premed then 🤪🤪 sanjiie: happy for you ig 🙄.... ⟳ notyn: sus ⟳ notyn: do u rly mean it this time

sanjiie: ᚤᛟᚢ ᛏᚺᛁᚾᚴ ᛋᚢᚴᚢᚾᚨ ᛞᛟᛋᛖᚾᛏ ᚺᚨᚡᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ (NO LOVE) ᚷᛟᛞ ? ᚷᛟᛞ ᚺᛁᛗᛋᛖᛚᚠ ᚷᚨᚡᛖ ᛗᛖ ᚱᛖᚡᛖᛚᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᚺᛁᛗ, ᚤᛟᚢ ᚷᛟᚾᚾᚨ ᛋᛖᛖ ᚹᚺᛟ ᚷᛟᛏ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚱᛖᚨᛚ ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᚷᛟᛞ (BREAK UP) ⟳ notyn: GUYS SANJI'S TRYING TO SUMMON A DEMON AGAIN ⟳ roronoazoro123794: @ sanjiie 𓅒𓅓𓅔𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀃𓀠𓀡𓀠𓀡𓅒 (KILL YOURSELF) ⟳ notyn: @ therealnami @ nicorobin778 mothers help 😭😭 vivinef: me when :( ⟳ notyn: bae u gotta drop more hints ⟳ vivinef: shes always busy w her stupid finance stuff tho 😭 therealnami: Enroll in Nami's Hustler University now 💯 Take control of your financial future and beat the matrix 💸 💸 DM me "DEBT FREE" to learn the secrets of success 😉

trafalgarlaw: how could my day be bad when i'm with you? tagged: notyn liked by b.epo, ikkakkuu, cl1oneandonly, shachi56 and 389 others trafalgarlaw: let the record show I was held at gunpoint for this caption by @ notyn ⟳ notyn: wdym babygirl i just sent u the song n i thought u liked it 🥺 ⟳ trafalgarlaw: NAHH you literally said you'd revoke s/o privilege if "I didn't make the most emo cute photo dump ever for our one year" ⟳ ikkakkuu: @ notyn exposed 🗿 ⟳ sanjiie: @ ikkakkuu what's up my beautiful goddess ⟳ ikkakkuu: @ sanjiie boy bye! cl1oneandonly: dawg law pulling yn gotta be one of the top true crime unsolved mysteries out there 🙏 officialluffy: BIG W MY BROTHER ❗ A S/O IS NOT JUST YOUR PARTNER BUT ALSO A FRIEND FOR FUTURE ADVENTURES 🔥🔥 ⟳ shachi56: "adventures" and it's law crying about being a premed student 💀 ⟳ shachi56: btw luffy have you finished the sociology seminar assignment ⟳ officialluffy: ASSIGNMENTS AREN'T REAL

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a/n: i lowkey want to make a one piece in college au i have so much to say 😭

ACADEMIC LIABILITY or ACADEMIC WEAPON?! — one piece in college

sanji is a hospitality major -> very obvious -> eventually wants to go to culinary school and open his own restaurant, but wants to get some work experience in and wouldn't mind working in a hotel for a year or two -> rooms with zoro; they both got randomly assigned based off signup sheets and they've been torturing the housing incharges to change ever since then -> the housing dept is so fed up with them that they're not budging just to spite them -> zoro regularly buys the wrong kinds of ingredients for him and sometimes messes with his schedules so he's late for classes -> did a semester abroad in france and is planning to do one in italy to intern under his favourite chefs -> watches and falls asleep to reruns of the great british bake off or masterchef jr. -> is a pleasure to generally have in class and submits his assignments on time except when there are any sorts of accounting/finance courses he needs to take ... pesters nami to help with those -> probably tied with chopper and robin as the people who're the most genuinely passionate about their major -> hosts sunday study sessions where everyone comes to his dorm and studies while he cooks lunch for them -> makes nami, vivi and robin bentos the days they have long classes and drops them off at their buildings -> will make people on his floor food if they ask for it -> actually not that big of a fan of huge parties but gets dragged along by luffy anyways -> 100% academic weapon

zoro is a kinesiology major -> him and ace are prolific nappers. will nap anywhere: under a tree in the quad, in the library, in classes, etc. -> that is, if zoro actually makes it to his classes in the first place, he's so directionally challenged -> took him months to figure out the campus layout, will still end up 10-15 minutes late cos he took the wrong staircase up -> mainly just spends his time sleeping in the dorm or at the gym -> very intimidating in the gym, loads of people mistake him for a varsity athlete cos he'll casually be bench pressing mad numbers -> will spot your weights and help you out if you ask tho <3 -> sanji gets back at him by playing ridiculously loud music while cooking and giving him the wrong directions -> he still has to admit that for what it's worth he keeps sanji around since he's practically memorised zoro's meal preferences and macros (sanji will sneak in some greens and sugar here and there) -> does not party often but when he does he goes beast mode, drunk zoro blushes like crazyyy -> he's a girlfailure academically though, does not keep track of his assignments, all his coursework leaves his head the minute he leaves the classroom -> gets law or chopper to help him with basic biology parts of his major -> at one point paid chopper to do his assignments but chopper was too nice and did them for free until law found out and started going on about "child labour" or something -> he's BARELY making the passing grade -> 100% academic liability nami is a business major -> IT girl!! on top of everything always -> dorms with robin, is literally living the pinterest girl aesthetic -> super organised, notes are color coded, always running around campus with her cup of coffee -> is the president of the campus's women in finance club -> summer internships, TA-ing, you name it she's doing it -> is debating going down the investment banker route because of the 6 figure salary or starting her own business -> invented office siren core. she walks into a class with pointed kitten heels bayonetta glasses and everyone loses their shit -> at the same time is a party MONSTER -> her tolerance is unlimited . got a matching tattoo with vivi and robin one night -> she ran an alcohol supplying racket in her freshman year for a quick buck but switched to more legitimate moneymaking methods in her sophmore year, she now connects students from her highschool with college mentors -> her profs love herrr she hates being called a nerd but she pre-reads all her syllabus, is ready with good questions but she's not a nerd guys!! -> is the campus cafe's best customer. will stop by at least twice a day for some sugar/coffee shot that keeps her sane -> her and robin have a wine night every week where they watch real housewives, do skincare, and catch up on each other's lives -> robin lowkey worries for her because she's very ambitious but she trusts that vivi keeps nami sane when she's not around

robin is an archaeology and history double major -> why is she even in college (is a question her professors keep asking her) -> she could teach the class! (she's assistant in every department she's taken) -> definitely taking the academia route after college, also because she's genuinely passionate about teaching -> is overqualified to even sit in introductory level courses -> has been published as an undergraduate in multiple prestigious journals for papers that she wrote because she was "just curious" -> is a part of student government -> is also a part of the campus debate union, but is not as proactive as other members (eg. luffy) -> double majoring is a breeze for her. her assignments make her professors question their ability to grade -> singlehandedly carries the class average on her back -> is idolised by underclassmen because she's very sweet and patient -> got invited to join a lot of secret societies and sororities during her freshman year but politely declined -> could honestly be successful in any major since she has a general academic knack -> wants to take a year off after college to gain on-site archaeological experience in egypt -> is the mother of the group; everyone comes to her for advice whenever they're struggling to pick classes or feeling down -> her guilty pleasure is a good matcha latte. has bought a full matcha station to perfect her own lattemaking skills -> nami took her thrifting once and now she spends hours on her weekend in shops -> doesn't like partying so is often the designated sober one along with sanji and law, will occasionally smoke with him depending on how tolerable he is -> 100% an academic weapon

a/n: i'm a big yapper so ima do ace luffy chopper and law in the pt 2 for this ⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾

"What's wrong with me?"

♡ Luffy doesn't understand why the sight of you with Ace makes something ignite in him ♡

Reader is described as a girl and shorter then Luffy and Ace. Also, suspend your disbelief, timeline is not at all canon compliant. Also also, not edited in the slightest :)

Ace is being introduced and everything and Luffy is so happy

He loves his brother so much and seeing him is a dream

He's a natural charmer too, the entire crew is smitten with him

And some might be a bit too smitten with him

So rewind a bit, what exactly is your relationship with Luffy?

You're a really valuable member of the crew Luffy values you an extra lot

Since Luffy doesn't have a subtle bone in his entire body literally everyone knows that he's in love with you

Everyone except for you

Luffy might be the most obvious motherfucker but you're the most oblivious motherfucker

Match made in heaven

The crew is sick of your shit

But it's all going to be over soon thanks to a certain flame boi

Going back to Ace

When you saw Ace, your jaw dropped (and honey, who can blame you?)

And when Ace saw you, he was equally impressed because you're also quite a beauty

"I-it's so nice to see you." You can't help but stammer when you see Luffy's older brother. He's so- attractive!

"I should be saying that to you." He gives you an awards-winning smile and you try not to faint. "I love your curls."

You try to compose yourself as he leans in closer, your foreheads brushing against each other. You think- he's trying to break you. And lo and behold, his next words makes your heart skip a beat.

"I've certainly never seen such a beauty in all of the seas."

You can't handle it, your legs start to tremble, you're definitely going to fall over. You can feel yourself going...

Until, Ace wraps his arms around your waist to stop you

The crew watches the scene with a bit of amusement at the lovey-dovey scene

Luffy's not as impressed

"Ace! Let me show you around the ship." In the middle of you, pushing both of you apart (using a bit of his devil fruit to make sure that you guys stay far away from each others)

You pout, upset that your moment has been interrupted

Ace is equally disappointed

And Luffy is now filled with determination to make sure both of you never talk to each other again

"Hey, gorgeous, wanna night watch together? The stars are almost as beautiful as you."

"Oh, well-"

"She's going to be too busy!" Luffy pops in, out of nowhere. Not even remotely near you when the conversation was happening. Lying through his rubber skin because you have fucking nothing to do.

That's how all your interactions with Ace go on for the entirety of his stay

"Gorgeous, wanna walk around the island a bit?"

"That'd be great! I just need to-"

"Too bad that she's helping Sanji search for food!"

"What? No, I'll be fine. You can go with Ace if you want." Sanji doesn't want to be dragged into the weird love triangle with Luffy and his brother.

Luffy, in a shocking display, glares at Sanji and stretches to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into him. He nozzles into you, despite your gasp at the quick motion, "she'll be with me and Usopp, so she can't come with you." He sticks his tongue out at Ace as an extra measure, though his older brother only gives a playful smile.

The crew also has their own playful smiles

Luffy is experiencing jealousy so badly and him talking about his feelings is such a laugh

He tries to talk to you but he's horrible at talking about his feelings and also has such a soft spot for you that he's not match for it

"I didn't think that your brother was like that." You swoon. Luffy wonders if he's imaging hearts in your eyes. Why do you have those. Ace is cool but not that cool.

"I didn't think you would react like that." He huffs out, "I don't even know why you're talking to him this much, he likes you too much."

You laugh, thinking he's just being silly possessive like he is over the rest of the crew. "He's just being friendly. Nothing wrong with that."

"I think there's a lot wrong with that." He insists, a prominent pout on his face and arms crossed.

"Luffy, it's not a big deal."

"Yeah, well..." He trails off when you tilt up and place your hands on his cheeks.

"It's fine Luffy, don't worry." You smile up at him.

A strange feeling swarms in him. Is he hungry right now? All he knows is that he wants your smile aimed at him forever.

When Ace is about to leave, Luffy is practically dragging him away.

He loves his brother, he does, truly

Just doesn't like the chemistry that he has with you

"I'll miss you, beautiful." Ace offers you a charming smile and you bite your bottom lip, giving him a bashful look.

"O-oh, th-thank-"

"Okay, bye Ace, won't see you for a long time!"

He pushes Ace onto his boat, the crew watching in amusement and Ace laughing the entire time.

"Now you can spend more time with me again!" He wraps his arms around you, you giggle at him.

"Sure Luffy- and there's no need to be jealous- out of the two of you, you're my favourite!"

Oh, maybe you weren't that oblivious after all.

Luffy's smile widens when he hears that, hugging you tighter.

No matter what jealousies, you two will always be each others favourites ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Hey, can I request zoro x reader (established relationship) where the Strawhats end up going to reader’s home island (unknown to anyone in the group aside from reader), and the reader is super nervous and refuses to leave the boat, so the crew goes out and walk around and they find a missing/wanted poster of the reader and find out she’s a run away princess that needed to be. Later they coke to find out that reader ran away cause her parents and the servants mistreated and was about to marry her off to a violent prince

opla requests are: open

lips on every cross

opla!zoro; 5,989 words; fem!reader, semi-established?? relationship, posessive!zoro, strawhat!reader, no "y/n", reader gets kidnapped, fluff and angst, very brief! mentions of past familial abuse and trauma, nicknames ("Princess"), slow-ish burn???, more plot than not

summary: zoro has never thought himself a holy man. but he'd kiss every cross if it meant finding his way back to you.

a/n: idk why every opla fic i write is like... more plot than i bargained for but here we are. literally, this fic was just supposed to be "zoro calls the reader 'princess'".

01. when love arrives

(“Hey Princess —“)

The nickname starts, as almost all things do on the Going Merry, as a joke. And, as with most jokes made amongst the rag-tag crew, it sticks. He’d said it because he’s sure you’d mentioned your name once or twice already, but he’d been napping or eating and he didn’t feel like looking like an asshole right that moment.

The ribbon in your hair had caught the light in just the right way, pale pink satin — such a strange, soft color amidst the careening, careless ocean, and the word just… slipped.

“Why’dyou call her that?” Luffy asks, lounging back against the main mast as Zoro works through the umpteenth rep of single-armed pushups.

Zoro puffs out a breath and switches arms.

“Dunno. Seemed like it fit.”

Luffy slates you a long glance, blinking owlishly.

“Really? Eh — I guess… well, she is really pretty.”

Zoro only grunts, jumping up and stretching both arms over his head with a long, steady breath. His eyes flicker towards you as well, laughing with Nami on the foredeck, sipping on cocktails, Sanji probably simping somewhere nearby.

He thinks back to where they’d found you, hood pulled low over your eyes, the tell-tale signs of distress carved into every line of your body, from the curve of your spine to the bend of your shoulders.

Luffy hadn’t asked questions, so Zoro hadn’t either.

Curiosity, the fatal flaw that runs so sharp and obvious through the entirety of Luffy’s being, hasn’t always been rewarded well in Zoro’s experience. And he’s learned by now that “truth will out”, or so they say.

(“C’mon, Princess, I thought you said you could drink.”)

Caution, on the other hand, is Zoro’s oldest friend. You are cautious, if nothing else, and the first time he sees you relax in his presence, he wonders to himself if there’s a drug in this world strong enough to induce this feeling.

Later, he would learn that this is simply called falling in love.

He isn’t the only one who notices how you casually dip a silver fork or knife into every single drink before you take a sip, or that sometimes, you blurt out the word “no’ like a promise to yourself, and “sorry” like a plea for help.

And he’s spent long enough being a hunter to know what being hunted looks like. So he doesn’t ask, and you don’t answer, and somehow, you still manage to make yourself a home in the dark caverns of his chest, curling up there till he can’t count his heartbeats without it sounding like the shadow of your name on the midnight wind.

02. a study of light and dark

The drinking game starts off innocently enough (and don’t they always), but it takes half a round for the questions and subsequent answers to devolve into loud laughter and debauchery, delirium and debasement.

“Alright, alright —“ Sanji holds up a hand, tossing back his shot to raucous cheers, “worst thing you’ve done in a closet. Go —“

Zoro rolls his eyes and takes the shot, foregoing his answer. Nami simply grins, catlike, swirling her own drink around her glass.

“In your wildest dreams, cook,” she says before taking her shot as well. Sanji lets out a contemplative whistle, followed by a good-natured wink.

“Define worst, cause… I mean, I’ve puked in like… most of them back in Syrup Village,” Usopp says. Sanji only chuckles, shrugging.

“We’ll take it, we’ll take it.”

Luffy hums, frowning for a second before smacking a fist into his open palm, grinning, “I took a nap!”

Everyone laughs, helpless and buoyed up by the casual effervescence of a night like this — when the moon is dark and the stars are bright and thin wisps of silver clouds mar the sky like tendrils of lost daydreams, caught on the wrong side of sunset.

When the laughter settles down, everyone turns to you.

You purse your lips, feeling the weight of your answer pressing down on the tip of your tongue — I hid. And I waited. And I tried not to listen.

As the silence stretches on, Zoro leans forward and uncrosses his arms, reaching out to nudge a full shot glass towards you.

“Times up, Princess — drink,” and though there’s nothing soft or even forgiving in his voice, but you feel yourself relax as everyone boos and you take your shot.

The heat of Zoro’s gaze only lingers on your skin for a moment longer before he leans back again, that familiar almost-grin tugging lazily at his lips as he turns half-lidded eyes towards the rest of his crew.

(“Talk to me, Princess.”)

When you find him later, fumbling in the dark of the hallway just outside his room, you kiss him without saying “thank you” and he doesn’t question it when, pressed beneath him on the rough linen of his sheets, you ask to keep the lights on.

03. etymology

Princess — it’s a nice word, Zoro muses to himself. The light pop of the ‘p’ rolling into the warm, round ‘r’, thinning out into the sensual layering of the double ‘s’s, till you’re left with nothing but a hiss, a shadow, a memory.

It’s a regal word; a pretty word. Though its origins might be anything but.

From the Latin primus “first” and cept “catcher”, or so Robin had told him over the pages of an ancient book he hadn’t bothered to ask the name of, because Princes and Kings have always obtained their powers through taking, and never asking. Reaping, and never sowing.

Zoro thinks then that this, too, is a form conquest — you over him. The totality of your power stunning to behold, if only because he has to let you take it in the first place. And he does so willingly.

He wonders if you, too, are as multifaceted as his nickname for you — delicacy and desire wrapped around a darker something, lace laid over a knife’s unforgiving edge.

The first time he dares to kiss you, he feels you kissing him back, the sharp canines of your teeth catching on his lower lip, drawing out a soft grunt from him. You’d paused, and then you’d bitten down harder just to hear him gasp into your mouth.

He knew then, without ever having to ask, that you are.

04. tip of the iceberg

It is winter when they arrive — but then again, it is always winter here. Here, the cold runs so deep it drives frost crystals into the marrow of your bones. Here, the wind howls like a wounded animal and the night falls with a savage, carnal vengeance, all black velvet and a blood-tinted moon.

Here, the snow storms turn living, breathing heroes into song lyrics and poetry rhymes.

You inhale a single breath before turning and heading back below deck.

Zoro frowns, and at a single look from Luffy, he follows you beneath, only to find you rummaging around the kitchen, tugging a bottle of moonshine out from under the sink.

“Whoa,” Zoro says, reaching out to stop you from uncorking the bottle, an eyebrow raised. He doesn’t miss the way you shiver, “bit early, isn’t it?”

“Bit rich, coming from you,” you snap, eyes sharp, voice stinging.

Zoro only cocks his other eyebrow in tandem and pulls the bottle from your hands before turning and grabbing two glasses from the cupboard. He takes his time filling them both with ice, and then pouring a finger into each glass.

You don’t meet his eyes as you reach out for your glass, but he catches your wrist.

“A drink for an answer,” he says.

You pause, your lips pressed into a thin, white line. And he knows it’s unfair, to turn this game around on you, because he can tell from the hard set of your shoulders that this is so much more than a drinking game but if this is what it takes to get the truth — then so be it.

“Fine,” you say, glancing away, voice clipped.

You move to take a sip, but Zoro pushes down your hand again.

“No lying.”

You scoff, narrowing your eyes, “Obviously.”

He eases off, picking up his own glass and clinking it against yours before taking a light swig, “You know this place.”

This time, you’re the one who turns around with a cocked brow.

“Got a question in there somewhere?”

Zoro’s lips twitch, “Yes, or no.”

You sigh, tapping a finger against the edge of your cup, “Yes.”

Zoro hums, “Your turn.”

You chew on your lips before taking a sip, “Why do you care so much?”

Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth, “Stupid question. Next.”

You huff, “That’s not how this game goes.”

Zoro swirls his glass before setting it down on the counter with a loud clack, “Because I care about you.”

You pause with your own drink halfway to your mouth and look up. Zoro doesn’t shy away from meeting your gaze and for a moment, time statics to a halt around you.

Then, Zoro sighs, unclenching his jaw as he attempts a lopsided smile.

“Hey, talk to me,” he reaches out to trail a finger along the high of your cheekbones, up to the shell of your ear.

The ‘please’ hangs silent in the air between you; the ‘Princess’ is implied.

And for the first time, he thinks he sees you flinch. He makes to pull back but you tug his hand forward, pressing your cheek against his palm.

“This island,” you say, finally, the tremor in your voice like a hairline fracture snaking through a porcelain vase, “it’s… well, it used to be… my home.”

05. the secret history

It is the most beautiful place any of them have ever been.

The castle is made entirely of ice, the cold winter sun refracting the light into a million and one unseen colors. Giant ice-carved sculptures dot the crystal-flower gardens, and it takes them all a few minutes to realize that the gorgeous, delicate blooms are made of glass, blown and shaped to mirror real-life snowflakes — each unique, glittering, and eternal.

“Dude… how long do you think all this took to make?” Usopp asks, his head turning as if on a swivel, his jaw hinging off his face in awe.

Robin sighs, “Too long, perhaps.”

Zoro stays quiet, and beside him, so does Nami.

You’d insisted on staying back, to guard the ship, you’d said. But the space you usually fill in the group hangs solid in the air, a gaping hole of lack when there should be none.

Luffy hums and he marches out in front of them, ever the dubious, fearless leader. Though most of the crew has now come to terms with the fact that “courage” and “sheer bull-headedness” are often two sides of the same coin for him.

It’s Sanji who pauses first, causing Chopper to ram into the back of his knees.

“Ouch! What’dyou do that f —”

“Look,” Sanji says, pointing at a poster pasted to the slick outer wall of the castle gates.

And they do, leaning in, crowding too close. Zoro grunts as Chopper jumps and scrambles up his back to peer over his shoulder at the face plastered on the dew-soaked poster, the words LOST PRINCESS: 120,000,000 FOR ANY INFORMATION THAT LEADS TO HER WHEREABOUTS printed in giant, familiar block letters along the bottom.

Beside him, Zoro can feel Nami swallowing. Hard.

“A hundred and twenty million berry…” she murmurs, her breath going shallow as they all stare, dumbfounded at the poster of what is unmistakably you.

You, with your exquisite features schooled into something like solemnity, your usually wind-swept hair twisted up into a tight braid across the crown of your head, a diadem of ice-white silver and light-cut jewels jutting up from your severe updo like so many broken teeth, sharp and unforgiving as stalagmites.

If none of them had known, it’d be impossible to reconcile you with this cold, distant portrait, your eyes rendered lifeless and dull by the depthless black ink.

Luffy, however, only blinks and turns to stare at Zoro.

“Did you know?”

“What?”

Luffy continues to stare, “When I asked why you always call her ‘Princess’.”

Zoro sighs, turning his eyes back to the WANTED poster before shaking his head.

“No. Like I said… I thought it just… fit.”

06. eternal day

Zoro is itching to get back to the ship. There’s a fish-line sliver of worry tugging at the place behind his chest where his heart should be, and he knows implicitly that something is wrong.

“Don’t worry, she can take care of herself!” Luffy says, smiling bright, his confidence unwavering.

“No Luffy, Zoro’s right — someone should be with her. What if —” and here, Nami glances at Zoro before turning her attention back to Luffy, “— she might need the backup,” is what she finally settles with. And to Zoro’s great relief, Luffy agrees.

And then, to everyone’s horror, off in the distance, your voice rises over the wind in a blood-curdling scream.

07. endless night

By the time Zoro makes it back to the ship, you are already gone.

08. torn asunder

Gone, gone, gone. The word echoes like an ill-fated alarm bell, ringing through Zoro’s entire body as he catapults himself through the ship, slamming open every door, checking every nook, corner, and crevice. Signs of a struggle, that much is clear, scuffs on the freshly waxed planks of the aft deck, nail marks along the railings, and —

Zoro’s breath freezes in his chest.

A smear of blood that drips over the side of the ship, trailing down the ladder.

A flash of pale pink catches his eye.

Your satin hair ribbon lies abandoned on the wharfs’ boardwalk, the faintest splatter of red soaking its ends.

He picks it up between gentle fingers and tucks it deep into his pocket.

His vision blurs red as he thinks about the things your captors might’ve done to you before dragging you off. He’s seen you fight and it wouldn’t have been easy to bring you down.

And by the time the rest of the crew reach him, he’s already sprinting back towards the castle, his jaw set, his teeth gritted.

It takes the combined effort of Sanji, Luffy, and Robin to stop him from charging through the castle gates and tearing the whole place down.

“Runnin’ round like a headless chicken’s not gonna do her any good, mate,” Sanji says, a smoke already caught between his teeth. A pre-fight ritual of his.

Zoro jerks his arm out of Sanji’s grasp, stalking down the street with a huff.

Robin strolls after him, somehow keeping pace, looking unhurried as Zoro tamps down the blind urge to slash the entire island in half.

“We’ll find her,” Robin says, her voice level, even as her sharp eyes scan the white-specked horizon, the usually amused half-twist of her lips laid flat by worry, “and she’s stronger than you think.”

At this, Zoro whips around, “I know —” but he bites down the venom threatening to surge up the back of his throat with a sigh. Robin doesn’t flinch, and Zoro attempts a steadying breath before repeating himself in a slightly softer tone, “I know… I’m just…”

Robin nods, and Zoro is thankful that he doesn’t have to finish his sentence.

09. the tower and the throne

The cold greets you like a scorned lover— a spiteful, savage mistress. Tendrils of frost creep along the walls of your old bedroom to caress your cheeks. You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself, sitting on familiar satin sheets.

“Dinner is soon, darling,” your mother’s cool voice calls from outside your bedroom door, “and make yourself presentable — we’ve got guests.”

The sadistic lilt of her voice as she says the word ‘guests’ makes you jerk your head up, staring at the door as if you might be able to bore through the thick wood with nothing but your eyes. And, almost as if she can feel you staring, you hear your mother’s cold, tinkling laughter.

“Hurry now… I had your favorite dress put out for you. It should still fit — and we don’t want to keep them… waiting.”

The slow, sanguine pause before her last word makes you want to rip out your hair and scream into the wind till your voice gives out.

Instead, you push yourself up and reach for the dress laid out at the foot of your bed with shaking fingers.

The dress fits you like a second skin, the delicate lace trim barely sweeping the floor as you adjust the bodice, grimacing at your reflection in the large, floor-length mirror. It is as if the last ten months had never happened, as if you’d never escaped this terrifying hellscape of a winter wonderland. As if you’d simply dreamed every single sun-filled afternoon, every star-strewn night spent laughing and singing amongst your new-found crew.

Here, in the fragile glass reflection, you are once again a girl trapped behind her own ribcage, with a destiny carved into stone and ice, with no hope of summer in sight. You take a long breath and tighten the ribbons of your dress.

You are still and silent as the maid slips in through the door after a single knock and begins to twist up your hair. Tighter and tighter, till it sets your teeth on edge. When she pins the crown in place, it takes everything inside you not to fall apart, to shatter at the weight, the sight of it sitting on your head. You swallow as the maid dips her head and backs out of the room with a murmured dinner is served, Princess.

For the first time, you wince openly at her words.

10. waiting for the rain

The hall is just how you remembered it, huge and cavernous, gaping like the empty maw of some petrified monster, the ceiling hanging with so many cold, sparkling chandeliers, ice-carved statues jutting up from the floors like teeth.

You’re marched in like a show animal, the great marble doors swinging open before you as you step forward and feel your breath freeze in your chest.

There, strung up on a massive statue of some long-forgotten saint, is Zoro, cuts and bruises marring his already scarred and puckered torso. But he smirks as he sees you come in, his eyes bright as he spits a mouthful of blood onto the seemingly endless white floors. Around him, the rest of your crew sits, tied and slumped over in chairs like so many sleeping mannequins.

“Hey there, Princess. Just in time for dinner.”

You nearly wince at the raspiness in his voice, the faint trickle of blood that leaks out the corner of his mouth.

“Silence,” your father’s voice echoes out from the high-backed chair at the head of the ludicrously long table. You don’t have to see to know his face is as smooth as just-applied plaster. But Zoro only has eyes for you — and he continues to talk as if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“If you’d told us we’d be welcomed like this, we might’ve packed differently.”

You bite down on your bottom lip so hard you almost taste the metallic tang of blood.

“Our daughter has always been a skillful liar — though it’s a habit we tried to… rid her of in her youth. The lesson never seemed to have stuck.” Your mother this time. And now, you can see the muscle ticking in Zoro’s jaw as he scoffs.

“Really? And here I always thought she was shit at lying.”

You swallow down a whimper as the maid wordlessly leads you to the far end of the table, where Zoro is still tied. You drop into the seat between a snoring Luffy and an eerily still Nami, and it’s all you can do not to turn around and retch onto the silk embroidered rug.

“Be that as it may…” your mother’s voice drops a few degrees — an admirable feat, as her voice is usually just on the other side of frigid, “it’s bad luck to kill on the eve of a royal wedding.”

At this, Zoro’s head snaps around and you shrink back in your chair, your eyes fixed on your fists, clenched in your lap.

“Mother,” you grind out, finally forcing your head up so as to meet her piercing, blizzard-bright gaze, “I’ve told you, I’ve no intention of getting married. At least not to the mongrel you’ve decided to set me up with.”

You spit out the last sentence, trying to remember all the snark, all the confidence that’d built up inside you over the past weeks and months. Away from this dreaded castle and on the sun-soaked bow of the Going Merry, it was the first time you’d begun to discover who you are — the things you liked, the ways of life that you yearned for.

Your father slams a hand on the table at the same moment that Zoro lets out a bark of laughter.

“Insolence!”

“Damn, Princess — you never told me you could bite.”

And, to your horror and perhaps deep-seated pleasure, a blush works its way into your cheeks at Zoro’s words. Your eyes snap towards him, catching his gaze as he smirks at you. And even though his shirt is slashed, his sword hilts hanging woefully empty at this hip, his hands twisted painfully behind him on the statue, he still manages an easy, condescending air.

You seize at this tiny tendril of normalcy as you force a wane smile.

“I might be persuaded to do more than that… if you ask nicely.”

Zoro’s snicker is drowned out by your mother’s sharp gasp. But you don’t look away, holding Zoro’s gaze for as long as you dare — in it, you find an entire abyss of barely concealed rage (and is that… amusement?), his entire body straining against the shackles that hold him. Then, his eyes slip from you to a point just over your shoulder.

It’s then that you realize: Luffy’s not snoring anymore.

11. to reap and to sow

You’re never quite certain of how the Merry’s crew seems to always just wriggle out of frankly gruesome and untimely deaths, but here you are, racing for the docks like your lives depended on it. Because, well, it kind of does.

“Remind me —” you shout between pants, one hand clutched firmly in Zoro’s, the other doing its best to lift the ridiculous dinner dress they’d put you in — a confection of lace and tulle, the bodice laced with pale pink satin ribbon, “how the hell did you guys manage to trick my parents into thinking you’d eaten the spiked food?”

Sanji flashes you a toothy grin, “Ah love… you know how it is — ask us no questions, and we’ll tell you no lies!”

Luffy, however, whoops as he launches himself from a pair of solid brick buildings, catapulting himself over your sprinting crew.

“We just — pretended to eat! I mean — I did kinda actually eat a bit — but — it wasn’t that bad!”

You resist the urge to pinch your nose bridge at the nonchalance with which Luffy is talking about consuming poisoned food, but you’ve only got two hands and both are equally occupied at the moment. You settle for an exasperated sigh.

“That was — really stupid! — What if — they’d — poisoned the food — with something — other than — sleeping medicine?!” you ask, forcing air into your lungs as finally, you all round the bend onto the bustling pier, the Going Merry’s unmistakable shape silhouetted against the misty horizon.

“We can talk when — we’re all back — on the ship!” Nami calls as she sprints passed you, reaching out a hand for Luffy, who’s elongated arm grabs her and slings her onto the deck of the ship. You barely have a second to breathe before Zoro’s arm loops around your waist and you’re being pulled tight into his side.

His breath is hot against your collarbone as he smirks, “Hold on tight, Princess.”

It’s all you can do to listen as you’re suddenly whipped through the air like a doll on a drunken marionette’s string. A bright peal of Luffy-tinted laughter later, you thud onto the deck of the Going Merry, the breath knocked clean from your lungs as the world spins and spins. You’d expected to hit solid wood, or maybe even the railing or the mast but —

Zoro groans beneath you, and it takes you a long second to realize that he’d cushioned your fall, your bodies pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders, his still steady around your waist.

“O-oh! Sorry —” you try to pull away but Zoro’s grip on you only tightens.

You freeze as he blinks up at you, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Crown’s crooked,” Zoro finally says, that tell-tale smirk twisting the edge of his lips as his gaze flickers upwards. Your hand jumps to the crown, somehow still clipped into your now disheveled hair, lopping to one side as the braids start to come loose. You purse your lips.

“I never liked it anyway…” You make to tug it out but Zoro reaches up to right it, though he lets his hand linger as he falls along the side of your face.

“Nah, looks good on you.” His voice is so low, and suddenly, air is such a language that you’re certain you’d forgotten how to speak. Slowly, he pushes up till you’re both sitting, you still pressed against him and him still pressed against you. Distantly, you can hear shouting, Usopp’s voice raised high over the wind as the Merry careens out of port and towards the open sea.

But strangely, no one makes to pull you away from him, or him from you.

“I should’ve told you guys…” you say, eyes casting down as you rest your palms against his chest. Beneath it, you can feel his heart — pounding, pounding, pounding. There’s a light sheen of sweat glimmering on his honeyed skin as you swallow, looking back up even as he chuckles.

“Sure, but we should’ve asked.”

You bite your lips, “I think you did.”

Zoro grins, shrugging as he helps you up, somehow managing to keep his arm slipped around your waist.

“Well. Should’ve asked better, then.”

12. lost stars

It takes you a while to tell them the story — the real story, the whole story. And there’s drinking involved, but it’s mostly just you clutching at your half-filled glass, Zoro’s knee pressed comfortingly against yours, even though his eyes are closed, his head leaned back, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

You tell them about the dark underbelly of royalty that everyone knows but no one wants to talk about — the blood and teeth beneath the silk and silver. You tell them about being raised a bargaining chip, of being sold and promised like a prized heifer on auction day.

You tell them about the moonless nights when the only thing you had to keep you company was the cold, about the “lessons” your mother would teach you, about how the maids would be instructed to hide the bruises just so, about the Prince who you were set to marry and the rumors that plagued his castle —

“They say that he’d take the prettiest girls from the surrounding town as his maids and that none of them ever walked out of his castle again,” you say. The moonshine burns on its way down your throat as you finish your drink.

Wordlessly, Zoro reaches over to pluck the glass from your hand and set it on the table. It’s only then that you realize your fingers are white and trembling.

“Did he hurt you?”

Zoro’s voice is not loud, but everyone turns to look at him. You shake your head, clasping your hands in your lap.

“No. I only ever… met him once, at a dinner party. It was after that that I… ran away.”

Zoro hums, leaning back again, “Good.”

Across the room, Sanji blows out a series of smoke rings and frowns.

“Were you about to offer to hunt him down?” Robin asks, sounding amused.

Zoro shrugs, “Wouldn’t have offered — would’ve just done it.”

“He sounds like the kinda guy we should hunt down anyway, no?” Luffy asks, cocking his head as he looks back at you, “I mean, I’m glad he never hurt you but… he’s still hurting people!”

“Luffy’s got a point,” Sanji says, stubbing out his cigarette.

“For once, I agree with Sanji,” Nami says.

There’s a light squabble during which Sanji makes an aggrieved noise and Nami rolls her eyes, and then everyone is laughing and chatting and more drinks are being poured. Next to you, Zoro reaches out to wrap his arm around your waist again. It’s something he’s been doing more lately, and you can’t honestly say that you mind it much at all.

“We don’t have to,” he says, leaning forward, almost as if to brush his lips by your ear, “if… if you don’t want to.”

You shiver at the base rumble of his voice, at the way his eyes are so warm and full of some uncertain promise.

“No, I… I do want to. It’s just…”

Zoro’s fingers trace small, absent-minded circles into the skin of your waist and you fight down another shiver.

“I don’t plan on letting you get kidnapped again, Princess.”

Your gaze snaps up to meet Zoro’s, and there’s a faint smile kissing the line of his lips. And suddenly, the lightness of his touch doesn’t feel so thoughtless as heat curls out from the place where his palm meets your skin, radiating out till you’re breathless with it.

“Oh?”

“Never liked people trying to take what’s mine.”

And the dark possessiveness with which he says mine leaves little room for interpretation, even as you lick your lips and try to think of something witty to say.

“I don’t remember agreeing to be yours.”

It’s the best you can come up with; Zoro’s only response is a soft, contemplative grunt.

“What’s that saying? ‘Actions speak louder than words’?” he flashes you a satisfied grin as you narrow your eyes at him, swatting at his chest as he laughs.

“I meant it though,” he says, a moment later, as the rest of the crew all chatter around you, “about calling it off if you don’t want to. But…” he reaches up a free hand to tug a strand of your hair free from the ponytail it’s tied up in.

“Figured you might sleep better at night knowing he’s gone.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding, your whole body softening as you lean into him, pressing your palms to his chest as he looks at you.

“Yeah… I think I might. And… like you said… it’s not like I’m gonna get kidnapped again.”

You smile, letting your eyes flicker down to Zoro’s lips. His smile is pleased and just a little jagged as he tugs you up by the hand and the pair of you slip from the room.

Above deck, the sun is setting, and the warm, slanted light casts the entire ship in a glaze of gold that looks almost gilded. You lean against the railings, closing your eyes and letting the warmth of the sun seep into your skin, chasing away the chill that’d been lingering at your fingertips since you’d all made your spectacular escape from your home island.

You feel rather than hear Zoro join you. You take your time breathing in the salty tang of the humid sea air before opening your eyes and slating him a side-long look.

“Thank you,” you say.

“For what?”

“For coming after me.”

Zoro scoffs, turning away from the roiling waves to lean back against the railings, his head cocked as he looks you over.

“Like I said… I don’t like it when people try to take what’s mine.”

But this time, you laugh, nodding, “So you’ve said. But still… thanks.”

“Hn.”

Zoro closes his eyes, seemingly enjoying the last vestiges of the setting sun as it sinks ever-lower along the horizon. Then, he opens one eye to peer at you.

“Though I’ve been meaning to ask —”

“Hm?”

“What’s this about doing more than biting… if asked about it nicely enough?”

You try to duck your head but Zoro catches your chin in his fingers.

“I — I just… knew it would piss off my mother if she —”

“Mm, sounded like more than that to me.”

Your breath hitches as Zoro’s thumb traces a rough line along your bottom lip.

“How about… I show you?” and the offer is barely out of your mouth before Zoro is kissing you, his mouth seeking out yours with a soft groan that betrays all the lightness in his touch as he trails his free hand down your arm to pull hard at your waist.

And it’s not the first time you’ve kissed. It’s not even the first time a kiss with Zoro has become more than just a kiss, though you’d always been careful before to make sure that he knew (though thinking back, it might’ve just been an ill-fated attempt at lying to yourself) that the pleasure shared between bodies was just that — pleasure and bodies.

But this — this kiss becomes, and becomes.

It becomes breath and heartbeats, pleasure and heat. It becomes truth and promises and the tantalizing taste of fairy-tale endings.

“Z-Zoro…”

“Yes Princess?”

You hiss as his teeth grazes along your pulse point and your fingers fist in his hair.

“Y’know…” your voice comes out as nothing more than a soft pant as Zoro tugs you over to one of the reclining chairs beneath the orange trees and pulls you over his hips, “I’ve never liked being called that but…”

“But?” his thumbs inch beneath the material of your shirt, circling your hipbones as he smirks up at you.

“I don’t mind it when it’s you.”

Zoro’s grin goes wide and wolfish. Above him, the first stars spark into being as the sun finally sinks beyond the far horizon. For a second, his smile softens as he reaches up to toy with the end of the pale pink ribbon in your hair. Then, he gives it a single, solid tug, and your hair falls open around your shoulders, tumbling down in waves.

Zoro leans up to press a light kiss to the blood-stained satin before letting it flutter off in the wind, twisting into the rapidly darkening night.

“Good… cause I ain’t about to let anyone else call you that either.”

Wishes aren’t real.

Samurai Zoro x Female Maid Reader.

You were saved and swept up and out of poverty by a loyal and thoughtful samurai. Eyes filled with admiration and gratitude for him blinds the things that may need to be seen.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Contains: This entire series contains dark themes. Reader is a lower class woman living in poverty (until Zoro finds her). Zoro is a higher class samurai or swordsman. Zoro taking in Reader and making her his maid. Sweet and harmless Zoro. (Zoro doesn’t show his true nature until the next part.) Reader noticing the odd things from Zoro but brushing it off. This beginning fic is very long and gets you into the story.

You hadn’t done a lot in your life…

You only remember the better times you had when you were a younger child to teenager, back when you saw your mother caring for you and doing as much as she could to help bring food to the table.

You’d finally understood how hard she struggled, how terrible it was and is to still live in poverty. You didn’t even have the heart to walk around and ask for a bowl of rice or even a loaf of bread.

You were embarrassed to walk around town in your tattered kimono and scratched up geta without the feeling of eyes burning into your body.

Living in poverty was a terrible thing.

And now here you are…your back up against a brick wall in a small alley as you felt yourself dying of starvation…

You believed that there was no hope in you being saved…not from starvation and neither not from poverty.

The more your stomach growled, the weaker you grew and the more you began to close your eyes and drift off into a painful rest.

You sigh out and press your hands together, whispering a final prayer to yourself while your body slowly slide down. You lied there against the rough gravel on the ground, knowing that your time was nearly up and that your body was close to finally giving out.

You groaned out and let out another little sigh before slowly closing your eyes, accepting your fate but thanking whatever god it was for bringing you into this dark and cruel world.

…

He took slow and heavy steps while he clung to his three swords at his hip, his left arm within his kimono as he trailed down the path of loose gravel below himself.

He was heading home to rest up and prepare for the next day after working so hard and draining himself out for today. An irritated groan left his lips as he turned into a dark alleyway, his only eyes peering around as he took slow and careful steps down the path.

As he walked, he noticed a light shadow or a figure kneeling down on the path which makes him come to a sudden halt. His eye stared down at what seemed to be a woman who was sleeping on the side of the path. He quirks a brow before crouching down beside her, inspecting her before reaching a hand out to touch her. Hearing her groan out weakily causes him to pull back and he tilts his head before pressing his hand to his chin.

He sighs out before reaching his arms out and sliding them underneath the young woman, picking her up and raising his brows at how light she was.

Judging from her torn kimono and scuffed geta, it was obvious that she was a lower class woman who hadn’t eaten in more than a few days. He sighs out and continues his walk with the young woman held tight in his arms but not too tight that she could be hurt.

Staring down at her features, she wasn’t hard on the eyes. She was beautiful. Her monotone facial expression gave off the sense that she was probably fed up with her life and was accepting her fate once she fell asleep.

He huffs out lowly but gives a little smirk as he thought about what to do.

How would she react once she woke up? How would her nature be? Is she a good person? Is she trustworthy?

So many questions ran through his mind as he went down the path to his estate.

He would just have to wait and see.

…

Your body was warm and cozy as you felt your eyelids slowly opening, the sight of tatami mats and shoji screens made your brows furrow in question.

Must’ve been a dream.

You rubbed your eyes and looked around once again, the scenery still the same as it was when you opened your eyes the first time .

“Mmgh…? W-What…?” You rubbed your head and slowly sat up, your body feeling the soft material of a futon beneath your body. The blankets were warm and soft against your skin, and the sweet smell of freshly washed linen filled your nose. You looked around at the scenery, seemed like you were in someone else’s home…but who’s home to be exact?

You slowly crawled up out of your futon and stood up, mewling as you stretched out your arms and torso. Taking a few steps, you slowly stumbled over to the shoji door and slid it open, peeking through the crack and gathering your surroundings. Sliding the door open fully, you slowly walk out of the room and close the door behind yourself before looking around.

The sound of bare feet hitting the tatami mats catches your attention and you look around to see…a young man with green mossy hair. His eye peers at you and he smiled before walking past you and to the room at the end of hall, your eyes following his large figure. You scratch your head in confusion before turning around and reaching a hand out to him.

“Um- E-Excuse me!” You call out to him which makes him freeze in place before turning around and looking to you with his only eye. “Hm?” He tilts his head and quirks a brow to you, standing tall above you and looking down at you and your smaller frame. Your words immediately went back into your throat as you realize how big this man was.

He was rather handsome too…

“U-Um…Where?- Where is this place? Last time I fell asleep…I was…” You words trail off as your stomach began to growl loudly, cutting your attention away from your question. Zoro smiles and grabs your hand, guiding you down the hallway and into his tea room. “You’ve woken up just in time. I was just about to eat breakfast without you if you slept longer. I’ll explain things after you eat.” He says, his footsteps careful and slow.

You nodded and followed him, standing there as you watched him slide the shoji door to his tea room open. Rice balls were arranged on a tray along with two teacups filled with hot green tea on the low table. The weather was beautiful outside, with the birds chirping and the bamboo of the shishi-odoshi (deer scarer) repeatedly falling and hitting the stone.

The man slowly walks into the room and motions you to come in, to which you do. “Have a seat.” He says, patting the pillow beside him as he sat himself down. You slowly sit yourself down and say a small prayer before grabbing a rice ball, your stomach growling and yearning for food to just enter it.

“I’ll discuss things with you in a moment after you eat. I need you to eat and drink something, alright?” He explains to you firmly, his eye looking down at you while he watches you take a bite out of your rice ball. You mewl out at the taste and nodded to him, stuffing down half of the rice ball within seconds.

“Y-Yes sir…” You say, covering your mouth and excusing yourself as you spoke with your mouth stuffed full of rice and tuna-mayo filling. He chuckles and takes a sip of his tea before getting into his breakfast, turning his head to the side and watching the beautiful scenery outside. After a moment, he turns back over to you and watched you take more rice balls from the tray, your eyes looking over him while he motions you to take more.

“Make sure you drink some tea as well.” He says, wiping the bits of rice grains from his chin and mouth while reaching for another rice ball.

You could say that this was the very first breakfast you’ve had in a while and actually enjoyed. You were thankful that this man had picked you up off the side of that gravel path and took you in. You were rather quick to show gratitude for him. You watched as he chewed and munched on his rice ball and he peeks back over to you, making you quickly turn away from him while he lets out a little giggle.

“It’s okay to stare, many women stare at me and you’re no different. Well- Maybe you’re one of the very few to get a good look at me up close.” He says, reaching over handing you another rice ball. You take the rice ball from his hands and bite down into it while still staring at him.

You were happy that this man wanted to make sure you were nice and full, hell you were more surprised at his kindness more than anything. Not many people would just pick up a low classed woman up off the street or path out of pure kindness. Not unless if it was another low class person…

You could tell by the looks of his home and attire that he was a man of higher class and status, but what did a man like him want to do with a lower class woman such as yourself? It made you think a bit deep on it.

What would this man want with you…?

After breakfast, the young man pours a bit more green tea into your tea cup to which you’d gladly accepted and slowly sipped. “Now I can discuss this with you. My name is Roronoa Zoro and I’m a samurai of a higher class and status than you. I don’t mean to be rude when I say that…” He says, sipping more green tea from his tea cup. You nodded as he continued speaking, his eye peering down at you with slight interest.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name young woman?” He asked you, setting his tea cup down onto the table as he slowly stood up and pressed his feet against the tatami mats. You watched as he brushed down his kimono, making sure there weren’t any bits of grains of rice or filling on him. Your gazing causes you to fall quiet, the sight of him peering back down at you causing you answer him quickly.

“It’s ________ sir...” You responded, propping yourself up against your hands while you watched him slowly sit back down. He smiles at your manners as he reaches out for the tea pot and pours himself another cup of tea.

You watched him slowly pour more of the tea into his tea cup, the steam spilling out of the kettle alongside with the tea. He sets his kettle down before picking up his tea cup, a soft sigh leaving his lips while he got a good waft of the tea. “A beautiful name you have. It fits you young lady.” He says, blowing at his tea to cool it off.

You blushed at his response.

“T-Thank you.” You responded, staring at the rice balls sitting on the tray as you still yearned for more to fill you up. Zoro catches your eye and chuckles at your gaze. “Please if you want some more they’re free for you to take. I know how hungry you must be after not eating for so long. They’re all for you.” He says, pulling the tray closer to you and urging you to eat more.

“A-Are you sure sir? You’re full enough to where you don’t want more?” You asked with respect, your eyes staring up at him and into his singular eyes. He nods in response and chuckles. “Please. Take them.” He says for the final time, taking the last sip of his tea and pushing his tea cup away before sighing out in fullness.

You took a bite of another rice ball and you both sat there in silence, the sounds of the outside nature breaking most of it. You sat there and chewed hungrily before your eyes slowly trails back up to Zoro. He was looking outside at the scenery once again, inhaling deeply as he watched it all without a thought in his mind.

Your verbal thoughts finally breaks the silence for both you and him.

“M-May I ask, why did you save me sir? Surely someone of higher status such as yourself wouldn’t care about someone like me correct?” You asked out of pure curiosity, wondering why a man of high class like this swordsman save you?

He turns to you and sighs out before sitting up straight.

“No one deserves a fate such as yours. I can tell that you’ve suffered much in your life. Why not be granted a second chance.” He says lightly, his eyes trailing down at the low table while his fingers tapped at it.

Your eyes widens in response but he wasn’t finished speaking yet.

“I don’t see lower class like how people of my status would see them.” He admits, his head resting against his hand.

Your eyes glistened with admiration. “Wow…T-Thank you sir…Thank you so much! Please let me repay you.” You responded happily, bowing down to him while he watched. Your response catches his ear and making him react with a smile. He presses his fingers to his chin before looking and smirking down to you.

“Well ________, I need someone to work things around my estate while I’m away on my trips. Since you’re a lower class woman, do you mind becoming the maid of my estate?” He asked you nonchalantly, watching as your head slowly rises up from the tatami mats.

Your eyes were wide with shock and you cover you mouth at his question. “I…I’d be honored sir! Yes please!“ You say, bowing down to him once again out of gratitude. Slight tears began brewing within your eyes as you tried your best to contain your emotions and excitement from this whole ordeal. He chuckled and presses his hand against your chin, lifting your head and wiping your sudden tears away.

“Please, no need to bow young lady. It’s fine as long as you can do your tasks correctly for me. You’ll now live under my roof alongside me as my maid.” He says to you, cupping your face with his roughly-scarred hands.

You sniveled and held on to his hands, biting your lower lip while your brows furrowed. Finally and somehow, a miracle had finally fell upon you. You finally felt needed and wanted by someone and had a job granted to you.

Regardless if you didn’t know how to work as a maid, you were damn sure that a maid was what he needed around his estate and that he’ll provide anything he can to help with your position.

Not that you didn’t know how…it was the point.

“T-Thank you so much sir…T-Thank you…” You thanked him, shedding a bit more tears as you stared up into his eye. He nods and wipes more of your tears away before standing up, leaving his tea set and tray on the table as he walked over to the shoji screen door.

“Stay here for a moment, I need to grab you some fresh clothes.” He says, sliding the screen open and walking out of the room, leaving you alone in the room to shed your hot and happy tears.

You looked outside and smiled to yourself. “Thank you…Thank you so much…” You said to yourself, pressing your hands together and putting them to your temple.

You wipe your tears away and perk up as you hear Zoro walk back into the room with fresh kimono linens and an obi (kimono sash) for you. On top of those linens were charms for your hair, matching hair charms that complimented the kimono linens. “Here’s some fresh clothes and towels for you, you’ll start after you bathe. The bathroom is farther down the estate, if you want I can show you where it is.” He explains to you, holding a hand out to you to help you up.

You grip his hand and he pulls you up easily before handing you the linens and charms. “Please show me where it is…I don’t know your estate very well…” You say sweetly to him to which he nods in response. “Follow me then.” He says with charm before turning around. He slowly began to walk out of the room and you followed behind, looking around and realizing how large the place was.

For the only samurai living here, it was a very big place he had. Though that didn’t bother you, you were excited to be around in a larger home.

You followed him down the estate and into a large bathroom where the water was already ran in the tub for you. The fresh scent of mint and honey filled the bathroom and you hum out in delight at the aromatic scent. Zoro smiles at your reaction, thanking himself in his mind that he picked out the correct scents for you to enjoy.

“If you need anything please don’t hesitate to call out for me. I’ll be right outside.” He says before walking out of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind himself. You sigh out and smiled as you set down the linens down onto a wooden stool, the fresh scent filling your nose which made you grow eager to jump into the bath.

You began pulling the bow of your obi, loosening it and pulling it off before sliding your tattered and torn kimono off of your body. The dirty linen of the kimono fell onto the stone floor and you slowly begin walking over to the bathtub before staring down at the hot and steaming water.

You slowly dipped your toes into the water, humming at the temperature before fully setting half of your calve down into the water.

You lowered yourself into the bathtub, sighing out happily as the warm water immediately your relaxed your body in alongside the sweet honey and minty fresh scent.

You lied there for a good while and smiled to yourself, thinking about how nicer your life would be working as Zoro’s maid. You were positive that the job wouldn’t be so hard for you. You knew how to cook and clean very well from your mother. Washing clothes and dusting didn’t seem like much of an issue for you so you were sure this opportunity was going to be a piece of cake.

You giggled to yourself before grabbing a fresh washcloth and soap, scrubbing hard at your skin and enjoying the feeling of the suds.

…

As you began to stand up from the water and scrub more, you began to feel…a bit uneasy. You felt as if someone was watching you with their eyes, looking at you scrub at your dirtied skin without your acknowledgment.

You slowly peer around amongst the steam filling the washroom and noticed the shoji door being cracked, opened just a smidge. You quirk a brow and slowly sat back down, the water splashing a bit as you did. You could’ve sworn Zoro closed that door all the way. You saw him do it for sure.

So why was the door cracked open…?

Zoro must’ve forgotten to close it all the way. It has to be your mind playing tricks on you. You shrugged it off and sink farther into the water, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you did. You begin to wash your hair after washing your body, your hair desperately needing a wash after waiting for so long. You kept your eyes on that door as you scrubbed at your scalp, knowing that it was closed when Zoro had walked out.

…

Your fingers were began to prune and the warm water had turned cold by then. It’s been so long since you had a bath that you didn’t want to step out regardless of how cold the water had gotten. Though you had to get out, the water was rather dirty from how much grime that coated your body hours before you got in.

You sighed out and slowly stepped out of the tub before running the faucet again, rinsing off the dirty ring that rounded about the white clean porcelain of the tub. You slowly walk over and reach out for your towels, drying yourself and your hair thoroughly to make sure now a drop of water lingered on your body.

As you dried off your body and reach out for kimono linens you paused at the sudden chill that ran down between your legs which was bare and open.

You look around and then thought about it.

Zoro hadn’t offered you hand undergarments at all.

A blush coated your cheeks as you before to walk over to the shoji door, reaching a hand out without much thought. A sudden look at the state of the sliding door makes you pause and your eyes began to widen.

The door was in fact cracked open which meant that your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you from the beginning. Your hand began to shake as you pressed it to the door and slowly slide it open, peeking your head out and looking around.

No one was there to be seen so you sighed out to yourself and hoped that maybe…it was just your mind and that maybe Zoro didn’t close the door all the way. “Um! Sir? Are you around? I need you for a moment!” You yelled out, looking both left and right of the hallway while you began to hear footsteps come down the left side. “In a moment. I’ll be there.” You hear Zoro’s voice call out firmly, his footsteps sounding like he was taking his time walking towards you.

He slowly walks towards you and stops midway, not wanting to disrespect your privacy. “What is it that you need?” He asked you, his arms crossed as he looks down at your head that poked out past the doors. You giggle nervously to him before sighing out in slight embarrassment.

“You didn’t give me any undergarments. Do you have any women’s underwear or such like that?” You asked him, the embarrassment now written all over your face. Zoro freezes for a moment before scratching his head. “Ah…Now that you mention it to me…I don’t. I just have kimono linens for visitors. I’ll go out and get you some, until then please try and be patient with me alright?” He says, a bit of a nervous smirk spread across his while he watched you slowly pull your head back into the bathroom.

“Is there anything else you may need help with?” You hear him ask you, your arms picking up the linens and sliding them on. As you began to throw your kimono on, you look around for a mirror and realized that there wasn’t one at all in the bathroom.

“Ah- Yes! May you tie my obi and hair up for me please? There’s no mirror in here!” You responded, holding your kimono closed before walking over to the sliding door. You slide the door open and motioned for him to come in, which he does. He slowly walks in and picks up your obi up off of the stool before wrapping it around your midsection.

He pulls it back a bit before tying it into a lovely bow while you stood there and felt his hands mend at your midsection. “Here, turn around for me. Since there’s no mirror I could put your charms along your hair for you too.” He says politely, offering to help with your hair as well. He slowly walks over to bathroom closet and digs around, finding a matching colored ribbon to help tie your hair up with.

He pulls your hair back and ties it up into a nice yet semi-drenched bun before picking up the charms one by one and putting them in your hair. As you watched him put the charms along your temple, your face growing hot the more your stared up at his face.

You couldn’t help but to admire how handsome he was and how helpful he was with women garments. You assumed he might’ve had a wife or a lover before you had showed up, nothing else could explain how skilled he was at tying a bow or fixing up your hair.

You watched as he steps back and smiles, admiring how beautiful you were freshened up and clean. “You look wonderful. Beautiful in fact.” He says, chuckling to himself as he begins to walk out of the bathroom. You smile and blush at his words before gathering the dirty towels and linens on the floor.

You stood there for a second before shrugging and rolling up your sleeves, the thought of cleaning up already running through your mind as you eye the drops of water on the floor and the bit of grime that was still visible in the tub. You cleaned up the bathroom and tried your best to restore it to the way it looked before, scrubbing up at the water and grime in the bathtub and putting a back in the original order it was.

Just to give Zoro a good first impression.

…

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you wiped your brow and stood up off of your knees and onto your feet. Your sleeves unrolling slowly and your hands were a bit wet and sticky from all the cleaning you’ve just accomplished. You were sure that some amount of time had passed after cleaning up, your stomach already having its new appetite worked up after much of the work you’ve completed.

“________.”

You perk up at the sound of Zoro’s voice, hearing him call out your name down the farther end of the hall. You quickly rushed yourself, picking up the dirty towels and linens once again before rushing out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

“I’m coming sir!” You responded, rushing and practically running down the hallway while you hear him call out for you again.

You stop as you see his tall figure and breathes heavily as you stood there before him. “I-I’m here sir! W-What did you need-“ You began to ask him a question but suddenly froze as you noticed him slipping on his geta shoes and grabbing his three katanas.

You frowned as you watched him fix himself up.

”Y-You’re heading out a-already?” You asked, watching as he slid his katanas into his waist strap that held held them up and kept his kimono together. He froze as he heard the disappointment in your voice and sighs out as well.

“Yes, I need to go out and I won’t be back until nightfall.” He says to you, walking over to you and pressing his hand to your head where your soft strands rested. You give him a bit of a sad look, a bit upset to see him leaving so early already. It hadn’t even been that long since you met him and had breakfast together. He notices your saddened look and gives you a pleasant smile.

He cups your face with one of his hands and moves in close, your noses close to touching each others. Though he hesitates and pulls away, nearly forgetting that you both had only just met each other not too long ago. Part of you wanted to reach out so badly and pull him back towards you.

“I promise you’ll see me again as soon as night falls. I have a few tasks you’ll need to do tonight, okay?” He says to you, making you perk up with slight excitement. You smile and nodded to him before asking him what the tasks would be for you.

“The bedrooms needs a bit of dusting….and when I get home I expect dinner on the table and…a hot bath to be ready as soon as I come back…” He says, rubbing the back of his neck with a groan. You smile and nodded in agreement. “Is it okay if I greet you every time you come back home?” You asked him. He smiles at your question.

“Of course you you can.”

“I’ll make sure to bring back your undergarments as well.” He continues. “Thank you.” You responded, bowing to him and watching as he began to walk away from you.

“Anything specific you’d like for dinner?” You asked him as you lifted your head, making him halt and turn to you. He smirks, a slight chuckle leaving him. “Surprise me.” He says playfully to you. You nodded and waved him goodbye but he halts once more, as if he forgot to say one more thing.

“One last thing you need to follow…”

“Don’t leave my estate unless I say so. Understand?”

His entire tone had shifted and caused you to shudder at his words. You nodded your head but he stood there, still staring at you as if he wanted a certain type of response from you. “I need a worded answer.” He says firmly to you.

You froze for a moment before speaking back out to him. “W-What if I need groceries for our future breakfast and dinner?” You asked him, taking a step forwards to him as you worded your question carefully. “I can take care of all of that. Just obey my wishes and stay here as you’re told to.” He says deeply, his tone dripping with seriousness while his eyes gave it off.

You you kept your mouth closed and bowed in response to him, making him loosen up and smile.

“Y-Yes sir…I understand.”

“Good. I’ll be back. Finish those tasks for me please.” He says, finally walking down and turning the corner. You sigh out heavily as if you were holding your breath within his presence. His tone sounded like he wasn’t going to say what he said a second time, he was genuinely serious.

Not that you didn’t know that, the man was a samurai with morals and a cold hard attitude. Why wouldn’t he be serious about what he had just told you? It made you worry for what would happen if you didn’t complete your tasks or do them correctly as you’re told.

Your heart began to feel heavy at the thought but that wasn’t going to push you away from this offer. You sighed and shook off the feeling, walking down the hallway and back to your assigned room with your dirty linens.

Even though he didn’t provide directions of the bedrooms, you had more than plenty of time to do what he asked for you to do. Living in the home of a serious swordsman made you feel protected, regardless if you didn’t know Zoro that much.

You had a great feeling that you would enjoy this experience more than your previous life that you were close to leaving.

I'd like torequest a scenario where Sanji meets a woman (older than him) who treats him like a young brother. She is protective, caring and kind to him. Often asks him about his health and helps him in the kitchen. (Ai)

Hi Ai, sure you can! This was fun so I hope you enjoy it, thanks for the ask!!

Sanji with an older woman who treats him like a little brother

. When Sanji meets her it is on the Baratie and he is 8 years old.

. Zeff introduces her, but he never says how he knows her or if she is also a pirate. She is perhaps 18 years old, though Sanji knows it is rude to ask.

. But he thinks she is amazing.

. He follows her around for the entire week she is there, helping her with anything he can, watching her cook.

. When he is good or says something she finds particularly adorable she ruffles his hair.

. She reads to him before he goes to bed, whatever books they have on the ship that aren’t about cooking.

. He falls asleep to the sound of her voice and doesnt feel the soft kiss she places on his forehead.

. He sees her again some years later when she returns to the floating restaurant and he is 13.

. Despite considering himself a man he doesnt protest when she scoops him up in to a big hug and tells him how much he has grown.

. He asks about her adventures and where she has been this time and his eyes grow as big as saucers as she tells him her tales.

. She asks how his cooking skills are progressing and he begs Zeff to let him cook something for her.

. When the head chef sends Sanji back to the kitchen she tells Zeff that the boy needs something fun to do, he’s still just a kid.

. And the next day Zeff gives them a small boat and some fishing rods and tells them he needs fresh fish.

. She makes them a lunch filled with Sanjis favourite things and they head off to catch some fish.

. She teaches him the best kind of bait to use, how to reel his line in slowly, but not to slow.

. They laugh and joke and when Sanji accidentally falls in she doesnt make fun of him, just jumps in with them so they can splash around in the cool water.

. When they return to the Baratie they have only a handful of fish, but Sanji is grinning ear to ear, so privately Zeff considers it a successful trip.

. When she leaves, Sanji is a little heartbroken

. At 16 they meet again. He is more mature now, more suave, a growing ladies man.

. She teases him when he tries to flirt with her, ruffling his hair like she did when he was a kid.

. He doesnt try again

. Instead he excitedly shows her how good his cooking has become. He makes all her favourite dishes and sits at the table with her as she eats.

. He grins whenever she says something nice about his food, please that she of all people likes it.

. She asks him about his plans for the future and he tells her he intends to be a sous chef on the floating restaurant.

. At that she pulls a face and pats the back of his hand, telling him he is made for more exciting things than this place.

. Sanji is conflicted because he owes Zeff more than he can ever repay, but he remembers all the stories she told him when he was younger. Of her adventures.

. He wants adventures of his own, so that one day he can sit at a table with her and tell her an the wild journeys he has been on.

. He doesnt say it though.

. The next time she comes back to the Baratie Zeff is the one that greets her.

. Sanji is gone, a chef turned pirate.

. When she hears the news she grins wide and Zeff whaps her around the head.

. “I knew you’d be a bad influence on him, brat” the old man says, shaking his head. The young woman smirks and hugs him.

. “I’m his big sister, I’m supposed to be a bad influence on him.”

Scenario! Next Ace and his Marine story!!! Finally safe on Amazon Lily, the two can finally relax together and Law is no longer around to play chaperone, especially when Luffy goes back to Marineford to ring that bell. While there is some tender emotional moments. I don't need this NSFW.... I need it NSFL (not safe for life). The two are finally lighting their slow burn on FIRE. MIHO GIVE ME THAT FILTH. PLEASE.

So this is it… this is it!!! After many stories, many moments, many fears… THIS IS IT!!!!!

I hope this will be enough NSFL for you, my dearest friend! Let’s do this, Eddie!!! Thanks again for trusting me for this :)

Warning : NSFW

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Hello, i love your writing and i was thinking... what about a zoro, law and maybe ace discovering that his small s / o has a reward of more than 1 000 000 that acts like its nothing but scares everyone when they arrive on a new island (he doesn't even know the reason until he sees the s/o's poster)

Hiya! Sorry for taking so long~ I actually misread the number as a billion and ended up planning before realizing the actual number... so they have super strong S/O 🤣 also started as headcanons but I went a bit wild and 3000 words later... here we are with scenarios🍀🤣

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Scenario: Discovering their small S/O has a bounty of a billion.

Total word count: 3009

Word count: 984

Roronoa Zoro

The Straw-hats had finally anchored their ship at the island, it had been quite a few days since they got to disembark the ship and stretch their legs on land, as {Name} and Zoro took a look around seeing what there is, the crew had seemingly decided to separate for all their various reasons. However leaving {Name} and Zoro to their own devices, which was normal since they had a tendency to always be together and not only for navigational purposes, but since they were a couple – they figured they could do what they wanted together. They began taking a stroll, window shopping and glancing at what the various shops and stalls and everything the shopping district had to offer, unsure of what exactly he needed, but with his money; booze, a new sake gourd, a winter coat and maybe something for {Name} was definitely on his mind.

During their window shopping and perusing of various items, Zoro had absent-mindedly wandered away from {Name} as he lost sight of them and found himself walking in an unrecognizable alleyway. Going in circles as he is pretty sure he had walked past the same place several times as he was wandering around aimlessly, until he catches his name being mentioned.

“Did you see Roronoa Zoro is here… that’s a bounty of 320 million, it’s a good fetch…but the other one he was with… that’s {Name} – the Tiny Terror is worth—“ The stragglers were suddenly cut off by someone walking into the alley, tt was Zoro, at first he was listening due to curiosity, and he has never heard anything about {Name} having a bounty.

“Zoro? Zoro! Where did you go!?” Zoro perks up at hearing {Name} calling for him, staring down the random alley lurkers almost as if issuing a warning and sending a very clear message to stay away, walking away as he finally runs into {Name} – “I was so worried about you” they say, trying to catch their breath.

“How did you even get here?” {Name} questions, looking up at Zoro, noticing them huffing while trying to catch their breath, Zoro feels the need to ask if they had been running around whilst searching for him. However, that was not exactly the case as {Name} explained that some random people began chasing them. Zoro gets a flash of the conversation remembering what they were saying before he cut them off. “Hey {Name} do you have a bou-“

“THEY’RE OVER HERE” muffled various voices yelled from the distance, {Name} grabs Zoro and runs through the alley, coming out to the street, identifiably still within the shopping district. {Name} smiles and takes a deep breath, relaxing a bit at losing the random ruffians, strolling past some restaurants and stores, the people seemingly staring in complete disbelief. Not noticing the gawking and gazing eyes, {Name} approaches the one store, however at their approach people scatter in various directions. Zoro seems perturbed, feeling confused as to what they are running from, and if it happens to be from {Name}.

“What is everyone acting so afraid for?” Catching up to {Name}, he notices no movement from the people who have now fallen silent, no one running or scattering at him coming closer, so he know it is not him, but how could they be afraid of {Name?}

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro had not realized that he began squishing {Name’s} cheeks, being brought back to the present by their mumbling “Zoro what are you doing to my face…?” – He stops and pulls his hands back in surprise as {Name} rubs their red and aching cheeks.

Shifting over to a different store, the repetition of what happened earlier occurs and finally confirms Zoro suspicion – they are in fact afraid of {Name}

“{Name} why is everyone scared of you?” Zoro seems to ask, half expecting them not to know the answer, considering how nonchalantly they are reacting to everyone else’s blatant fear. “Oh… probably because of that” {Name} states, casually pointing to a wall littered with wanted posters, Zoro finally spots one…with a picture of {Name}, {Name} the Tiny Terror… Zoro stares, rereading the words as he erupts into hysterical laughter at the nickname given to {Name}, his sides hurt and tears form in the corner of his eyes, suddenly his laughter stops as he begins choking when he noticed the amount… 1 000 000 000 – he is frozen in complete shock. Running to the wall and ripping the poster off, he pulls it closer to his face; counting every zero and double checking, finally dragging {Name} away from their shopping, now realizing everything that occurred up until now. Zoro inquires on how they had managed to get a bounty so high. {Name} describes it as an incident, a singular incident that had just happened to land them a bounty worth a billion from the world government. {Name} had accidentally stumbled onto a major fight between marines and pirates, however {Name} was simply lost – the timing was not on their side as they were attacked by both the pirates and the marines, believing {Name} to be on their enemies side. Feeling annoyed {Name} had finally acted, at the end of it – left an entire field of incapacitated people as they continued to search. Zoro’s mouth hung open at the unbelievable story, all this time never knowing what an insane powerhouse his small S/O is… “Although I hate fighting – so prefer not to do it if not necessary” {Name} states shrugging their shoulders, as if wiping out a mini army of marines and pirates was necessity. “Probably will never happen again” – {Name} laughs it off. Zoro just stands there still not fully able to process this new information… “You’re terrifying {Name} – but I love you” he mumbles to himself as he sighs.

“So, what are we going to do about them?” Zoro asks pointing to the hoard of bloodthirsty bounty hunters.

Word Count: 1137

Trafalgar Law

The Heart pirates had decided to make a stop at an island, however not just any island – they had stopped there originally for medical supplies at Law’s behest. Since it is a trading hub, it had access to many different things from all over, and simply put: It made things much more accessible, and considering they were going to sail past it anyway, Law thought it would be a good idea to stock up on supplies.

Thinking it would be a good opportunity to spend some time out together, Law had invited his S/O to join him, without hesitation {Name} excitedly agrees, disembarking, Law couldn’t help but notice the general feeling of discontent that hung in the air along with the side eye glances of stares aimed in their direction, appearing to be weary of them – but Law just chalked it up to them being pirates, as not everyone had the most welcoming attitudes towards pirates.

They make their way through the unfamiliar town, Law finally spots a medical supply shop as they enter together, {Name} curiously looks at the various medical instruments, Law makes his way directly to the counter, greeting the merchant he begins to list off various things. {Name} still continuing their curious scanning of some unique medical supplies which that they had never seen before; realizing it’s probably because Law doesn’t have a need for certain instruments considering the Ope Ope no Mi… as Law continues reading through his list, the last few items seemed to be speciality based and so the elderly merchant informs him that he has many different kinds in the back storeroom. Inviting Law to choose his specifications himself to see which would be more comfortable fitting for his use; as they enter the back Law is slightly surprised at the wide variety of things he was looking for, but he found himself being grabbed by the man.

“Young man are you in trouble???” “Should I call the Navy?” “I can hide you” The old man seems to speak fast and mildly panicked.

Law is truly confused by the old man, brushing his hands off of his shoulders and feeling the rising feeling of annoyance. “What are you talking about?!” Law demands, he is not feeling amused by the actions of the stranger, the old man hushes Law, looking out towards {Name}

“They’re holding you hostage aren’t they?” The old speaks, visibly growing more distressed

“They’re my partner!” Law states with a raised voice, his annoyance now very evident at the actions of the old man.

“P…p-partner?... Do you have a death wish! How could you be involved with them!?” The old man seems to ask, completely sceptical to Law’s information.

Feeling extremely annoyed, Law storms out of the back to where {Name} is, they ask if everything is alright, considering they had heard Law raising his voice, grabbing their hand as Law marches out the store. Walking out, as they take to the streets again, Law began noticing more people being afraid of {Name} and going to unnecessary lengths to avoid them, or blatantly freaking out when they come within the proximity this does not resonate well with Law and causes a surge of anger in him, as it reminds him of something similar when Corazon had taken him to find treatment as a child and people had outright treated him like a monster.

Finally stopping while Law catches his breath from the vigorous walk they had just taken and trying to calm himself down, not being able to stand the people’s attitudes. {Name} easily picks up on Law growing more agitated as they speak in a softened tone. “It’s not their fault Law” {Name} states, feeling unaffected by their actions.

“Why are they treating you like that for no reason?!” Law snaps, not aimed at {Name} but just feeling angry at the way they’re being viewed. Shrugging their shoulders “There is a reason…”

Law raises an eyebrow in quizzical manner at their statement, looking at the notice board, {Name} pulls Law along with them to the middle of the town square, the regular side of the notice board is covered with ads for home businesses and the usual assortment. However on the other side, lays the board plastered with wanted posters. {Name} points towards the top, Law follows their finger and notices a picture of them…more than that, he notices the name on the poster, finding it adorable and hilarious as he looks at them with a face that says he just wants to laugh. “Say anything about the nickname and I’ll kick you” {Name} states plainly, already picking up on Law’s line of thinking. At this point he decides it is best to keep his comments to himself lest he wants bruised legs from {Name’s} kicks. Smiling he reaches up and decided to take the poster as a keepsake, removing the poster that had kept the amount hidden as he finally sees the price…

“{Name-ya}…do you have a twin I perhaps don’t know about?” Law asks

“Why?” {Name} tilts their head in confusion at the very unusual question

Law looks at them… trying to maintain his composure as he clears his throat attempting to keep his extreme surprise at bay – “{Name-ya} please explain…how you have a bounty of a billion?”

They suddenly appear to look very flustered as Law’s waits for their explanation.

“It was an accident…” {Name} chuckles nervously as their sentence trails off, Law assumes they meant the poster, “Error could be a possibility… perhaps a misprint?” Law thinks aloud

“I didn’t mean to destroy that marine fleet…it just kinda happened…” {Name} finally finishes what they were saying previously.

His eyes shoot open, finally registering what they said about destroying a fleet. Although he rephrases…’accidentally’ destroying a fleet.

“How do you accidentally destroy an entire fleet??” He seems to raise the question not knowing how to process the answer, though that is interrupted by the feeling of hostile intent. He spots some carelessly exposed Marines that during this whole exchange had surrounded them.

“Law are you ready?” {Name} speaks in a hushed tone, seemingly noticing the presence of the Marines as well.

“Yeah” he answers- readying himself, and wondering “Is this it…?” “Am I going to see {Name-ya’s} secret power??” “To see why they are worth a billion???” – he is feeling overwhelmed by excitement and anticipation.

{Name} picks up a stone and throws it out of the area, further than the reach of the Marine perimeter. “Law!”

Finally catching on and using a skilful succession of Room and Shambles they escape without much incident and go back to where the ship is hidden, although Law doesn’t admit it; he can’t help but hide his disappointment since he didn’t get to witness {Name} in action, however, they did promise that they will show him sometime.

Word Count: 888

Portgas D. Ace

Ace and his S/O were enjoying their time together with {Name} mentioning that the heat was a bit harsh. Feeling something being placed on their head as they look up at Ace who had his usually bright smile as he adjusted his hat on {Name’s} head; they came to the market place, their eyes being caught by a stall selling curios, trinkets, and other intriguing goods. Showing interest in the items, the merchant had began talking and explaining all the various items along with their most likely fictional histories, as a sudden strong gust of wind blew through the market, scooping Ace’s hat from {Name’s} head as they were quick enough to save it, though the sudden silence from ever prattling merchant brought Ace’s attention to his face, the merchants eyes were fixated on {Name} – his face twisted into an expression of absolute shock and horror as he began muttering something that Ace could not quite make out. Muttering, muttering and fumbling over the same phrase again and again, until finally he got out his intended words – “You’re the Tiny Terror!” the merchant stumbled back, accidentally knocking some of his merchandise off of the shelves as he clumsily tried to run away, tripping over and getting tangled in various items of his stall.

Ace looked at {Name} quizzically, noticing no real reaction to what he was saying as he burst out into laughter. “He called you a tiny terror…he’s not wrong” Ace playfully jests at his S/O’s smaller stature. {Name} pouts and without warning they punch Ace in the arm, to which Ace just laughs even more, his infectious smile and laugh causing one to spread on {Name’s} lips. After ruffling {Name’s} hair he finally places the hat back on their head. “I’m feeling hungry, let’s go find something to eat” Ace suggests, grabbing {Name’s} hand as they go on the hunt for food.

“Only if you promise not to fall asleep” they say playfully in response to Ace’s usual habits of falling asleep in the middle of his meals.

Eventually finding a tavern that Ace had sourced out by smell, in his opinion – smell of delicious food; the couple walk in and are met with a boisterous and busy atmosphere, the slamming of drinks on tables and drunken stupor, shanties and loud conversations are spread throughout the diverse crowd.

Eventually settling by an empty table, Ace begins his extravagant order enough to feed a small army, or in this case – Ace. {Name} takes off the hat and place it next to them on the table, a few minutes later the audible shift in the tavern goes from rambunctious to indistinct murmuring and finally complete silence, everyone seems too stunned and their eyes all lay directed at {Name}

Ace and {Name} eat without being affected by the completely inverse atmosphere, some random burly men step up to their table. Glancing over at Ace who is stuffing his face, “Do you know who you’re sitting with?” The one man asks, as Ace swallows his bite of food, flashing a large grin and referring to what the merchant had said earlier “A tiny terror” he laughs as he continues eating.

“You mean THE Tiny Terror” the other man corrects him, Ace perks up at this insistence on the correction, looking over at {Name} who is quietly eating their food, not paying any mind to the strangers. Though that soon changes when one of the strange men holds up a wanted poster of {Name} – Ace mildly chokes on his food, and looks at the poster. “Wow! {Name} you have a bounty of 1 million, that’s so cute” he chuckles, as the man apologises and moves his thumb, revealing the 3 missing digits.

This results in Ace’s laughter to cease as he drops his food, grabbing the poster from the man’s hand, he looks over at {Name} who continues eating in peace, completely nonchalant about the whole situation and Ace slams his hands on the table. “HOW!??? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Ace yells, mostly from overwhelming curiosity and excitement, the men pull Ace back and whisper in his ear. “We heard you’re strong… so if you help us, we’ll split the bounty evenly” they snicker as Ace glares at them, consequently leaving the two very beat up as he looks at them “That’s my partner you’re talking about” his voice seems intense and cold, warranting a series of extreme apologies from the two men who apologised for their mistake and rudeness.

Back to the question at hand he still wants to know about what his sweet S/O did to warrant them such a hefty bounty. {Name} looks at him and admits that they got into a fight once… just so happened to also be at a tavern and the person they fought with and defeated just so happened to be an admiral, not thinking much on that encounter {Name} takes a sip from their drink as Ace’s mouth hangs agape, at his S/O being so nonchalant about defeating an admiral and earning a billion bounty because of it. Stuffing his face with the rest of the food, Ace grabs his hat and{Name} and starts to rush out of the tavern, with {Name} being very confused

“Where are we going?”

“I absolutely need to brag to Pops about this” Ace replies with laughter.

Hello, i love your writing and i was thinking... what about a zoro, law and maybe ace discovering that his small s / o has a reward of more than 1 000 000 that acts like its nothing but scares everyone when they arrive on a new island (he doesn't even know the reason until he sees the s/o's poster)

Hiya! Sorry for taking so long~ I actually misread the number as a billion and ended up planning before realizing the actual number... so they have super strong S/O 🤣 also started as headcanons but I went a bit wild and 3000 words later... here we are with scenarios🍀🤣

Askbox: Currently open

(Gender Neutral)

Scenario: Discovering their small S/O has a bounty of a billion.

Total word count: 3009

Word count: 984

Roronoa Zoro

The Straw-hats had finally anchored their ship at the island, it had been quite a few days since they got to disembark the ship and stretch their legs on land, as {Name} and Zoro took a look around seeing what there is, the crew had seemingly decided to separate for all their various reasons. However leaving {Name} and Zoro to their own devices, which was normal since they had a tendency to always be together and not only for navigational purposes, but since they were a couple – they figured they could do what they wanted together. They began taking a stroll, window shopping and glancing at what the various shops and stalls and everything the shopping district had to offer, unsure of what exactly he needed, but with his money; booze, a new sake gourd, a winter coat and maybe something for {Name} was definitely on his mind.

During their window shopping and perusing of various items, Zoro had absent-mindedly wandered away from {Name} as he lost sight of them and found himself walking in an unrecognizable alleyway. Going in circles as he is pretty sure he had walked past the same place several times as he was wandering around aimlessly, until he catches his name being mentioned.

“Did you see Roronoa Zoro is here… that’s a bounty of 320 million, it’s a good fetch…but the other one he was with… that’s {Name} – the Tiny Terror is worth—“ The stragglers were suddenly cut off by someone walking into the alley, tt was Zoro, at first he was listening due to curiosity, and he has never heard anything about {Name} having a bounty.

“Zoro? Zoro! Where did you go!?” Zoro perks up at hearing {Name} calling for him, staring down the random alley lurkers almost as if issuing a warning and sending a very clear message to stay away, walking away as he finally runs into {Name} – “I was so worried about you” they say, trying to catch their breath.

“How did you even get here?” {Name} questions, looking up at Zoro, noticing them huffing while trying to catch their breath, Zoro feels the need to ask if they had been running around whilst searching for him. However, that was not exactly the case as {Name} explained that some random people began chasing them. Zoro gets a flash of the conversation remembering what they were saying before he cut them off. “Hey {Name} do you have a bou-“

“THEY’RE OVER HERE” muffled various voices yelled from the distance, {Name} grabs Zoro and runs through the alley, coming out to the street, identifiably still within the shopping district. {Name} smiles and takes a deep breath, relaxing a bit at losing the random ruffians, strolling past some restaurants and stores, the people seemingly staring in complete disbelief. Not noticing the gawking and gazing eyes, {Name} approaches the one store, however at their approach people scatter in various directions. Zoro seems perturbed, feeling confused as to what they are running from, and if it happens to be from {Name}.

“What is everyone acting so afraid for?” Catching up to {Name}, he notices no movement from the people who have now fallen silent, no one running or scattering at him coming closer, so he know it is not him, but how could they be afraid of {Name?}

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro had not realized that he began squishing {Name’s} cheeks, being brought back to the present by their mumbling “Zoro what are you doing to my face…?” – He stops and pulls his hands back in surprise as {Name} rubs their red and aching cheeks.

Shifting over to a different store, the repetition of what happened earlier occurs and finally confirms Zoro suspicion – they are in fact afraid of {Name}

“{Name} why is everyone scared of you?” Zoro seems to ask, half expecting them not to know the answer, considering how nonchalantly they are reacting to everyone else’s blatant fear. “Oh… probably because of that” {Name} states, casually pointing to a wall littered with wanted posters, Zoro finally spots one…with a picture of {Name}, {Name} the Tiny Terror… Zoro stares, rereading the words as he erupts into hysterical laughter at the nickname given to {Name}, his sides hurt and tears form in the corner of his eyes, suddenly his laughter stops as he begins choking when he noticed the amount… 1 000 000 000 – he is frozen in complete shock. Running to the wall and ripping the poster off, he pulls it closer to his face; counting every zero and double checking, finally dragging {Name} away from their shopping, now realizing everything that occurred up until now. Zoro inquires on how they had managed to get a bounty so high. {Name} describes it as an incident, a singular incident that had just happened to land them a bounty worth a billion from the world government. {Name} had accidentally stumbled onto a major fight between marines and pirates, however {Name} was simply lost – the timing was not on their side as they were attacked by both the pirates and the marines, believing {Name} to be on their enemies side. Feeling annoyed {Name} had finally acted, at the end of it – left an entire field of incapacitated people as they continued to search. Zoro’s mouth hung open at the unbelievable story, all this time never knowing what an insane powerhouse his small S/O is… “Although I hate fighting – so prefer not to do it if not necessary” {Name} states shrugging their shoulders, as if wiping out a mini army of marines and pirates was necessity. “Probably will never happen again” – {Name} laughs it off. Zoro just stands there still not fully able to process this new information… “You’re terrifying {Name} – but I love you” he mumbles to himself as he sighs.

“So, what are we going to do about them?” Zoro asks pointing to the hoard of bloodthirsty bounty hunters.

Word Count: 1137

Trafalgar Law

The Heart pirates had decided to make a stop at an island, however not just any island – they had stopped there originally for medical supplies at Law’s behest. Since it is a trading hub, it had access to many different things from all over, and simply put: It made things much more accessible, and considering they were going to sail past it anyway, Law thought it would be a good idea to stock up on supplies.

Thinking it would be a good opportunity to spend some time out together, Law had invited his S/O to join him, without hesitation {Name} excitedly agrees, disembarking, Law couldn’t help but notice the general feeling of discontent that hung in the air along with the side eye glances of stares aimed in their direction, appearing to be weary of them – but Law just chalked it up to them being pirates, as not everyone had the most welcoming attitudes towards pirates.

They make their way through the unfamiliar town, Law finally spots a medical supply shop as they enter together, {Name} curiously looks at the various medical instruments, Law makes his way directly to the counter, greeting the merchant he begins to list off various things. {Name} still continuing their curious scanning of some unique medical supplies which that they had never seen before; realizing it’s probably because Law doesn’t have a need for certain instruments considering the Ope Ope no Mi… as Law continues reading through his list, the last few items seemed to be speciality based and so the elderly merchant informs him that he has many different kinds in the back storeroom. Inviting Law to choose his specifications himself to see which would be more comfortable fitting for his use; as they enter the back Law is slightly surprised at the wide variety of things he was looking for, but he found himself being grabbed by the man.

“Young man are you in trouble???” “Should I call the Navy?” “I can hide you” The old man seems to speak fast and mildly panicked.

Law is truly confused by the old man, brushing his hands off of his shoulders and feeling the rising feeling of annoyance. “What are you talking about?!” Law demands, he is not feeling amused by the actions of the stranger, the old man hushes Law, looking out towards {Name}

“They’re holding you hostage aren’t they?” The old speaks, visibly growing more distressed

“They’re my partner!” Law states with a raised voice, his annoyance now very evident at the actions of the old man.

“P…p-partner?... Do you have a death wish! How could you be involved with them!?” The old man seems to ask, completely sceptical to Law’s information.

Feeling extremely annoyed, Law storms out of the back to where {Name} is, they ask if everything is alright, considering they had heard Law raising his voice, grabbing their hand as Law marches out the store. Walking out, as they take to the streets again, Law began noticing more people being afraid of {Name} and going to unnecessary lengths to avoid them, or blatantly freaking out when they come within the proximity this does not resonate well with Law and causes a surge of anger in him, as it reminds him of something similar when Corazon had taken him to find treatment as a child and people had outright treated him like a monster.

Finally stopping while Law catches his breath from the vigorous walk they had just taken and trying to calm himself down, not being able to stand the people’s attitudes. {Name} easily picks up on Law growing more agitated as they speak in a softened tone. “It’s not their fault Law” {Name} states, feeling unaffected by their actions.

“Why are they treating you like that for no reason?!” Law snaps, not aimed at {Name} but just feeling angry at the way they’re being viewed. Shrugging their shoulders “There is a reason…”

Law raises an eyebrow in quizzical manner at their statement, looking at the notice board, {Name} pulls Law along with them to the middle of the town square, the regular side of the notice board is covered with ads for home businesses and the usual assortment. However on the other side, lays the board plastered with wanted posters. {Name} points towards the top, Law follows their finger and notices a picture of them…more than that, he notices the name on the poster, finding it adorable and hilarious as he looks at them with a face that says he just wants to laugh. “Say anything about the nickname and I’ll kick you” {Name} states plainly, already picking up on Law’s line of thinking. At this point he decides it is best to keep his comments to himself lest he wants bruised legs from {Name’s} kicks. Smiling he reaches up and decided to take the poster as a keepsake, removing the poster that had kept the amount hidden as he finally sees the price…

“{Name-ya}…do you have a twin I perhaps don’t know about?” Law asks

“Why?” {Name} tilts their head in confusion at the very unusual question

Law looks at them… trying to maintain his composure as he clears his throat attempting to keep his extreme surprise at bay – “{Name-ya} please explain…how you have a bounty of a billion?”

They suddenly appear to look very flustered as Law’s waits for their explanation.

“It was an accident…” {Name} chuckles nervously as their sentence trails off, Law assumes they meant the poster, “Error could be a possibility… perhaps a misprint?” Law thinks aloud

“I didn’t mean to destroy that marine fleet…it just kinda happened…” {Name} finally finishes what they were saying previously.

His eyes shoot open, finally registering what they said about destroying a fleet. Although he rephrases…’accidentally’ destroying a fleet.

“How do you accidentally destroy an entire fleet??” He seems to raise the question not knowing how to process the answer, though that is interrupted by the feeling of hostile intent. He spots some carelessly exposed Marines that during this whole exchange had surrounded them.

“Law are you ready?” {Name} speaks in a hushed tone, seemingly noticing the presence of the Marines as well.

“Yeah” he answers- readying himself, and wondering “Is this it…?” “Am I going to see {Name-ya’s} secret power??” “To see why they are worth a billion???” – he is feeling overwhelmed by excitement and anticipation.

{Name} picks up a stone and throws it out of the area, further than the reach of the Marine perimeter. “Law!”

Finally catching on and using a skilful succession of Room and Shambles they escape without much incident and go back to where the ship is hidden, although Law doesn’t admit it; he can’t help but hide his disappointment since he didn’t get to witness {Name} in action, however, they did promise that they will show him sometime.

Word Count: 888

Portgas D. Ace

Ace and his S/O were enjoying their time together with {Name} mentioning that the heat was a bit harsh. Feeling something being placed on their head as they look up at Ace who had his usually bright smile as he adjusted his hat on {Name’s} head; they came to the market place, their eyes being caught by a stall selling curios, trinkets, and other intriguing goods. Showing interest in the items, the merchant had began talking and explaining all the various items along with their most likely fictional histories, as a sudden strong gust of wind blew through the market, scooping Ace’s hat from {Name’s} head as they were quick enough to save it, though the sudden silence from ever prattling merchant brought Ace’s attention to his face, the merchants eyes were fixated on {Name} – his face twisted into an expression of absolute shock and horror as he began muttering something that Ace could not quite make out. Muttering, muttering and fumbling over the same phrase again and again, until finally he got out his intended words – “You’re the Tiny Terror!” the merchant stumbled back, accidentally knocking some of his merchandise off of the shelves as he clumsily tried to run away, tripping over and getting tangled in various items of his stall.

Ace looked at {Name} quizzically, noticing no real reaction to what he was saying as he burst out into laughter. “He called you a tiny terror…he’s not wrong” Ace playfully jests at his S/O’s smaller stature. {Name} pouts and without warning they punch Ace in the arm, to which Ace just laughs even more, his infectious smile and laugh causing one to spread on {Name’s} lips. After ruffling {Name’s} hair he finally places the hat back on their head. “I’m feeling hungry, let’s go find something to eat” Ace suggests, grabbing {Name’s} hand as they go on the hunt for food.

“Only if you promise not to fall asleep” they say playfully in response to Ace’s usual habits of falling asleep in the middle of his meals.

Eventually finding a tavern that Ace had sourced out by smell, in his opinion – smell of delicious food; the couple walk in and are met with a boisterous and busy atmosphere, the slamming of drinks on tables and drunken stupor, shanties and loud conversations are spread throughout the diverse crowd.

Eventually settling by an empty table, Ace begins his extravagant order enough to feed a small army, or in this case – Ace. {Name} takes off the hat and place it next to them on the table, a few minutes later the audible shift in the tavern goes from rambunctious to indistinct murmuring and finally complete silence, everyone seems too stunned and their eyes all lay directed at {Name}

Ace and {Name} eat without being affected by the completely inverse atmosphere, some random burly men step up to their table. Glancing over at Ace who is stuffing his face, “Do you know who you’re sitting with?” The one man asks, as Ace swallows his bite of food, flashing a large grin and referring to what the merchant had said earlier “A tiny terror” he laughs as he continues eating.

“You mean THE Tiny Terror” the other man corrects him, Ace perks up at this insistence on the correction, looking over at {Name} who is quietly eating their food, not paying any mind to the strangers. Though that soon changes when one of the strange men holds up a wanted poster of {Name} – Ace mildly chokes on his food, and looks at the poster. “Wow! {Name} you have a bounty of 1 million, that’s so cute” he chuckles, as the man apologises and moves his thumb, revealing the 3 missing digits.

This results in Ace’s laughter to cease as he drops his food, grabbing the poster from the man’s hand, he looks over at {Name} who continues eating in peace, completely nonchalant about the whole situation and Ace slams his hands on the table. “HOW!??? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Ace yells, mostly from overwhelming curiosity and excitement, the men pull Ace back and whisper in his ear. “We heard you’re strong… so if you help us, we’ll split the bounty evenly” they snicker as Ace glares at them, consequently leaving the two very beat up as he looks at them “That’s my partner you’re talking about” his voice seems intense and cold, warranting a series of extreme apologies from the two men who apologised for their mistake and rudeness.

Back to the question at hand he still wants to know about what his sweet S/O did to warrant them such a hefty bounty. {Name} looks at him and admits that they got into a fight once… just so happened to also be at a tavern and the person they fought with and defeated just so happened to be an admiral, not thinking much on that encounter {Name} takes a sip from their drink as Ace’s mouth hangs agape, at his S/O being so nonchalant about defeating an admiral and earning a billion bounty because of it. Stuffing his face with the rest of the food, Ace grabs his hat and{Name} and starts to rush out of the tavern, with {Name} being very confused

“Where are we going?”

“I absolutely need to brag to Pops about this” Ace replies with laughter.

Hello, i love your writing and i was thinking... what about a zoro, law and maybe ace discovering that his small s / o has a reward of more than 1 000 000 that acts like its nothing but scares everyone when they arrive on a new island (he doesn't even know the reason until he sees the s/o's poster)

Hiya! Sorry for taking so long~ I actually misread the number as a billion and ended up planning before realizing the actual number... so they have super strong S/O 🤣 also started as headcanons but I went a bit wild and 3000 words later... here we are with scenarios🍀🤣

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Scenario: Discovering their small S/O has a bounty of a billion.

Total word count: 3009

Word count: 984

Roronoa Zoro

The Straw-hats had finally anchored their ship at the island, it had been quite a few days since they got to disembark the ship and stretch their legs on land, as {Name} and Zoro took a look around seeing what there is, the crew had seemingly decided to separate for all their various reasons. However leaving {Name} and Zoro to their own devices, which was normal since they had a tendency to always be together and not only for navigational purposes, but since they were a couple – they figured they could do what they wanted together. They began taking a stroll, window shopping and glancing at what the various shops and stalls and everything the shopping district had to offer, unsure of what exactly he needed, but with his money; booze, a new sake gourd, a winter coat and maybe something for {Name} was definitely on his mind.

During their window shopping and perusing of various items, Zoro had absent-mindedly wandered away from {Name} as he lost sight of them and found himself walking in an unrecognizable alleyway. Going in circles as he is pretty sure he had walked past the same place several times as he was wandering around aimlessly, until he catches his name being mentioned.

“Did you see Roronoa Zoro is here… that’s a bounty of 320 million, it’s a good fetch…but the other one he was with… that’s {Name} – the Tiny Terror is worth—“ The stragglers were suddenly cut off by someone walking into the alley, tt was Zoro, at first he was listening due to curiosity, and he has never heard anything about {Name} having a bounty.

“Zoro? Zoro! Where did you go!?” Zoro perks up at hearing {Name} calling for him, staring down the random alley lurkers almost as if issuing a warning and sending a very clear message to stay away, walking away as he finally runs into {Name} – “I was so worried about you” they say, trying to catch their breath.

“How did you even get here?” {Name} questions, looking up at Zoro, noticing them huffing while trying to catch their breath, Zoro feels the need to ask if they had been running around whilst searching for him. However, that was not exactly the case as {Name} explained that some random people began chasing them. Zoro gets a flash of the conversation remembering what they were saying before he cut them off. “Hey {Name} do you have a bou-“

“THEY’RE OVER HERE” muffled various voices yelled from the distance, {Name} grabs Zoro and runs through the alley, coming out to the street, identifiably still within the shopping district. {Name} smiles and takes a deep breath, relaxing a bit at losing the random ruffians, strolling past some restaurants and stores, the people seemingly staring in complete disbelief. Not noticing the gawking and gazing eyes, {Name} approaches the one store, however at their approach people scatter in various directions. Zoro seems perturbed, feeling confused as to what they are running from, and if it happens to be from {Name}.

“What is everyone acting so afraid for?” Catching up to {Name}, he notices no movement from the people who have now fallen silent, no one running or scattering at him coming closer, so he know it is not him, but how could they be afraid of {Name?}

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro had not realized that he began squishing {Name’s} cheeks, being brought back to the present by their mumbling “Zoro what are you doing to my face…?” – He stops and pulls his hands back in surprise as {Name} rubs their red and aching cheeks.

Shifting over to a different store, the repetition of what happened earlier occurs and finally confirms Zoro suspicion – they are in fact afraid of {Name}

“{Name} why is everyone scared of you?” Zoro seems to ask, half expecting them not to know the answer, considering how nonchalantly they are reacting to everyone else’s blatant fear. “Oh… probably because of that” {Name} states, casually pointing to a wall littered with wanted posters, Zoro finally spots one…with a picture of {Name}, {Name} the Tiny Terror… Zoro stares, rereading the words as he erupts into hysterical laughter at the nickname given to {Name}, his sides hurt and tears form in the corner of his eyes, suddenly his laughter stops as he begins choking when he noticed the amount… 1 000 000 000 – he is frozen in complete shock. Running to the wall and ripping the poster off, he pulls it closer to his face; counting every zero and double checking, finally dragging {Name} away from their shopping, now realizing everything that occurred up until now. Zoro inquires on how they had managed to get a bounty so high. {Name} describes it as an incident, a singular incident that had just happened to land them a bounty worth a billion from the world government. {Name} had accidentally stumbled onto a major fight between marines and pirates, however {Name} was simply lost – the timing was not on their side as they were attacked by both the pirates and the marines, believing {Name} to be on their enemies side. Feeling annoyed {Name} had finally acted, at the end of it – left an entire field of incapacitated people as they continued to search. Zoro’s mouth hung open at the unbelievable story, all this time never knowing what an insane powerhouse his small S/O is… “Although I hate fighting – so prefer not to do it if not necessary” {Name} states shrugging their shoulders, as if wiping out a mini army of marines and pirates was necessity. “Probably will never happen again” – {Name} laughs it off. Zoro just stands there still not fully able to process this new information… “You’re terrifying {Name} – but I love you” he mumbles to himself as he sighs.

“So, what are we going to do about them?” Zoro asks pointing to the hoard of bloodthirsty bounty hunters.

Word Count: 1137

Trafalgar Law

The Heart pirates had decided to make a stop at an island, however not just any island – they had stopped there originally for medical supplies at Law’s behest. Since it is a trading hub, it had access to many different things from all over, and simply put: It made things much more accessible, and considering they were going to sail past it anyway, Law thought it would be a good idea to stock up on supplies.

Thinking it would be a good opportunity to spend some time out together, Law had invited his S/O to join him, without hesitation {Name} excitedly agrees, disembarking, Law couldn’t help but notice the general feeling of discontent that hung in the air along with the side eye glances of stares aimed in their direction, appearing to be weary of them – but Law just chalked it up to them being pirates, as not everyone had the most welcoming attitudes towards pirates.

They make their way through the unfamiliar town, Law finally spots a medical supply shop as they enter together, {Name} curiously looks at the various medical instruments, Law makes his way directly to the counter, greeting the merchant he begins to list off various things. {Name} still continuing their curious scanning of some unique medical supplies which that they had never seen before; realizing it’s probably because Law doesn’t have a need for certain instruments considering the Ope Ope no Mi… as Law continues reading through his list, the last few items seemed to be speciality based and so the elderly merchant informs him that he has many different kinds in the back storeroom. Inviting Law to choose his specifications himself to see which would be more comfortable fitting for his use; as they enter the back Law is slightly surprised at the wide variety of things he was looking for, but he found himself being grabbed by the man.

“Young man are you in trouble???” “Should I call the Navy?” “I can hide you” The old man seems to speak fast and mildly panicked.

Law is truly confused by the old man, brushing his hands off of his shoulders and feeling the rising feeling of annoyance. “What are you talking about?!” Law demands, he is not feeling amused by the actions of the stranger, the old man hushes Law, looking out towards {Name}

“They’re holding you hostage aren’t they?” The old speaks, visibly growing more distressed

“They’re my partner!” Law states with a raised voice, his annoyance now very evident at the actions of the old man.

“P…p-partner?... Do you have a death wish! How could you be involved with them!?” The old man seems to ask, completely sceptical to Law’s information.

Feeling extremely annoyed, Law storms out of the back to where {Name} is, they ask if everything is alright, considering they had heard Law raising his voice, grabbing their hand as Law marches out the store. Walking out, as they take to the streets again, Law began noticing more people being afraid of {Name} and going to unnecessary lengths to avoid them, or blatantly freaking out when they come within the proximity this does not resonate well with Law and causes a surge of anger in him, as it reminds him of something similar when Corazon had taken him to find treatment as a child and people had outright treated him like a monster.

Finally stopping while Law catches his breath from the vigorous walk they had just taken and trying to calm himself down, not being able to stand the people’s attitudes. {Name} easily picks up on Law growing more agitated as they speak in a softened tone. “It’s not their fault Law” {Name} states, feeling unaffected by their actions.

“Why are they treating you like that for no reason?!” Law snaps, not aimed at {Name} but just feeling angry at the way they’re being viewed. Shrugging their shoulders “There is a reason…”

Law raises an eyebrow in quizzical manner at their statement, looking at the notice board, {Name} pulls Law along with them to the middle of the town square, the regular side of the notice board is covered with ads for home businesses and the usual assortment. However on the other side, lays the board plastered with wanted posters. {Name} points towards the top, Law follows their finger and notices a picture of them…more than that, he notices the name on the poster, finding it adorable and hilarious as he looks at them with a face that says he just wants to laugh. “Say anything about the nickname and I’ll kick you” {Name} states plainly, already picking up on Law’s line of thinking. At this point he decides it is best to keep his comments to himself lest he wants bruised legs from {Name’s} kicks. Smiling he reaches up and decided to take the poster as a keepsake, removing the poster that had kept the amount hidden as he finally sees the price…

“{Name-ya}…do you have a twin I perhaps don’t know about?” Law asks

“Why?” {Name} tilts their head in confusion at the very unusual question

Law looks at them… trying to maintain his composure as he clears his throat attempting to keep his extreme surprise at bay – “{Name-ya} please explain…how you have a bounty of a billion?”

They suddenly appear to look very flustered as Law’s waits for their explanation.

“It was an accident…” {Name} chuckles nervously as their sentence trails off, Law assumes they meant the poster, “Error could be a possibility… perhaps a misprint?” Law thinks aloud

“I didn’t mean to destroy that marine fleet…it just kinda happened…” {Name} finally finishes what they were saying previously.

His eyes shoot open, finally registering what they said about destroying a fleet. Although he rephrases…’accidentally’ destroying a fleet.

“How do you accidentally destroy an entire fleet??” He seems to raise the question not knowing how to process the answer, though that is interrupted by the feeling of hostile intent. He spots some carelessly exposed Marines that during this whole exchange had surrounded them.

“Law are you ready?” {Name} speaks in a hushed tone, seemingly noticing the presence of the Marines as well.

“Yeah” he answers- readying himself, and wondering “Is this it…?” “Am I going to see {Name-ya’s} secret power??” “To see why they are worth a billion???” – he is feeling overwhelmed by excitement and anticipation.

{Name} picks up a stone and throws it out of the area, further than the reach of the Marine perimeter. “Law!”

Finally catching on and using a skilful succession of Room and Shambles they escape without much incident and go back to where the ship is hidden, although Law doesn’t admit it; he can’t help but hide his disappointment since he didn’t get to witness {Name} in action, however, they did promise that they will show him sometime.

Word Count: 888

Portgas D. Ace

Ace and his S/O were enjoying their time together with {Name} mentioning that the heat was a bit harsh. Feeling something being placed on their head as they look up at Ace who had his usually bright smile as he adjusted his hat on {Name’s} head; they came to the market place, their eyes being caught by a stall selling curios, trinkets, and other intriguing goods. Showing interest in the items, the merchant had began talking and explaining all the various items along with their most likely fictional histories, as a sudden strong gust of wind blew through the market, scooping Ace’s hat from {Name’s} head as they were quick enough to save it, though the sudden silence from ever prattling merchant brought Ace’s attention to his face, the merchants eyes were fixated on {Name} – his face twisted into an expression of absolute shock and horror as he began muttering something that Ace could not quite make out. Muttering, muttering and fumbling over the same phrase again and again, until finally he got out his intended words – “You’re the Tiny Terror!” the merchant stumbled back, accidentally knocking some of his merchandise off of the shelves as he clumsily tried to run away, tripping over and getting tangled in various items of his stall.

Ace looked at {Name} quizzically, noticing no real reaction to what he was saying as he burst out into laughter. “He called you a tiny terror…he’s not wrong” Ace playfully jests at his S/O’s smaller stature. {Name} pouts and without warning they punch Ace in the arm, to which Ace just laughs even more, his infectious smile and laugh causing one to spread on {Name’s} lips. After ruffling {Name’s} hair he finally places the hat back on their head. “I’m feeling hungry, let’s go find something to eat” Ace suggests, grabbing {Name’s} hand as they go on the hunt for food.

“Only if you promise not to fall asleep” they say playfully in response to Ace’s usual habits of falling asleep in the middle of his meals.

Eventually finding a tavern that Ace had sourced out by smell, in his opinion – smell of delicious food; the couple walk in and are met with a boisterous and busy atmosphere, the slamming of drinks on tables and drunken stupor, shanties and loud conversations are spread throughout the diverse crowd.

Eventually settling by an empty table, Ace begins his extravagant order enough to feed a small army, or in this case – Ace. {Name} takes off the hat and place it next to them on the table, a few minutes later the audible shift in the tavern goes from rambunctious to indistinct murmuring and finally complete silence, everyone seems too stunned and their eyes all lay directed at {Name}

Ace and {Name} eat without being affected by the completely inverse atmosphere, some random burly men step up to their table. Glancing over at Ace who is stuffing his face, “Do you know who you’re sitting with?” The one man asks, as Ace swallows his bite of food, flashing a large grin and referring to what the merchant had said earlier “A tiny terror” he laughs as he continues eating.

“You mean THE Tiny Terror” the other man corrects him, Ace perks up at this insistence on the correction, looking over at {Name} who is quietly eating their food, not paying any mind to the strangers. Though that soon changes when one of the strange men holds up a wanted poster of {Name} – Ace mildly chokes on his food, and looks at the poster. “Wow! {Name} you have a bounty of 1 million, that’s so cute” he chuckles, as the man apologises and moves his thumb, revealing the 3 missing digits.

This results in Ace’s laughter to cease as he drops his food, grabbing the poster from the man’s hand, he looks over at {Name} who continues eating in peace, completely nonchalant about the whole situation and Ace slams his hands on the table. “HOW!??? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Ace yells, mostly from overwhelming curiosity and excitement, the men pull Ace back and whisper in his ear. “We heard you’re strong… so if you help us, we’ll split the bounty evenly” they snicker as Ace glares at them, consequently leaving the two very beat up as he looks at them “That’s my partner you’re talking about” his voice seems intense and cold, warranting a series of extreme apologies from the two men who apologised for their mistake and rudeness.

Back to the question at hand he still wants to know about what his sweet S/O did to warrant them such a hefty bounty. {Name} looks at him and admits that they got into a fight once… just so happened to also be at a tavern and the person they fought with and defeated just so happened to be an admiral, not thinking much on that encounter {Name} takes a sip from their drink as Ace’s mouth hangs agape, at his S/O being so nonchalant about defeating an admiral and earning a billion bounty because of it. Stuffing his face with the rest of the food, Ace grabs his hat and{Name} and starts to rush out of the tavern, with {Name} being very confused

“Where are we going?”

“I absolutely need to brag to Pops about this” Ace replies with laughter.

Hello, i love your writing and i was thinking... what about a zoro, law and maybe ace discovering that his small s / o has a reward of more than 1 000 000 that acts like its nothing but scares everyone when they arrive on a new island (he doesn't even know the reason until he sees the s/o's poster)

Hiya! Sorry for taking so long~ I actually misread the number as a billion and ended up planning before realizing the actual number... so they have super strong S/O 🤣 also started as headcanons but I went a bit wild and 3000 words later... here we are with scenarios🍀🤣

Askbox: Currently open

(Gender Neutral)

Scenario: Discovering their small S/O has a bounty of a billion.

Total word count: 3009

Word count: 984

Roronoa Zoro

The Straw-hats had finally anchored their ship at the island, it had been quite a few days since they got to disembark the ship and stretch their legs on land, as {Name} and Zoro took a look around seeing what there is, the crew had seemingly decided to separate for all their various reasons. However leaving {Name} and Zoro to their own devices, which was normal since they had a tendency to always be together and not only for navigational purposes, but since they were a couple – they figured they could do what they wanted together. They began taking a stroll, window shopping and glancing at what the various shops and stalls and everything the shopping district had to offer, unsure of what exactly he needed, but with his money; booze, a new sake gourd, a winter coat and maybe something for {Name} was definitely on his mind.

During their window shopping and perusing of various items, Zoro had absent-mindedly wandered away from {Name} as he lost sight of them and found himself walking in an unrecognizable alleyway. Going in circles as he is pretty sure he had walked past the same place several times as he was wandering around aimlessly, until he catches his name being mentioned.

“Did you see Roronoa Zoro is here… that’s a bounty of 320 million, it’s a good fetch…but the other one he was with… that’s {Name} – the Tiny Terror is worth—“ The stragglers were suddenly cut off by someone walking into the alley, tt was Zoro, at first he was listening due to curiosity, and he has never heard anything about {Name} having a bounty.

“Zoro? Zoro! Where did you go!?” Zoro perks up at hearing {Name} calling for him, staring down the random alley lurkers almost as if issuing a warning and sending a very clear message to stay away, walking away as he finally runs into {Name} – “I was so worried about you” they say, trying to catch their breath.

“How did you even get here?” {Name} questions, looking up at Zoro, noticing them huffing while trying to catch their breath, Zoro feels the need to ask if they had been running around whilst searching for him. However, that was not exactly the case as {Name} explained that some random people began chasing them. Zoro gets a flash of the conversation remembering what they were saying before he cut them off. “Hey {Name} do you have a bou-“

“THEY’RE OVER HERE” muffled various voices yelled from the distance, {Name} grabs Zoro and runs through the alley, coming out to the street, identifiably still within the shopping district. {Name} smiles and takes a deep breath, relaxing a bit at losing the random ruffians, strolling past some restaurants and stores, the people seemingly staring in complete disbelief. Not noticing the gawking and gazing eyes, {Name} approaches the one store, however at their approach people scatter in various directions. Zoro seems perturbed, feeling confused as to what they are running from, and if it happens to be from {Name}.

“What is everyone acting so afraid for?” Catching up to {Name}, he notices no movement from the people who have now fallen silent, no one running or scattering at him coming closer, so he know it is not him, but how could they be afraid of {Name?}

Lost in his thoughts, Zoro had not realized that he began squishing {Name’s} cheeks, being brought back to the present by their mumbling “Zoro what are you doing to my face…?” – He stops and pulls his hands back in surprise as {Name} rubs their red and aching cheeks.

Shifting over to a different store, the repetition of what happened earlier occurs and finally confirms Zoro suspicion – they are in fact afraid of {Name}

“{Name} why is everyone scared of you?” Zoro seems to ask, half expecting them not to know the answer, considering how nonchalantly they are reacting to everyone else’s blatant fear. “Oh… probably because of that” {Name} states, casually pointing to a wall littered with wanted posters, Zoro finally spots one…with a picture of {Name}, {Name} the Tiny Terror… Zoro stares, rereading the words as he erupts into hysterical laughter at the nickname given to {Name}, his sides hurt and tears form in the corner of his eyes, suddenly his laughter stops as he begins choking when he noticed the amount… 1 000 000 000 – he is frozen in complete shock. Running to the wall and ripping the poster off, he pulls it closer to his face; counting every zero and double checking, finally dragging {Name} away from their shopping, now realizing everything that occurred up until now. Zoro inquires on how they had managed to get a bounty so high. {Name} describes it as an incident, a singular incident that had just happened to land them a bounty worth a billion from the world government. {Name} had accidentally stumbled onto a major fight between marines and pirates, however {Name} was simply lost – the timing was not on their side as they were attacked by both the pirates and the marines, believing {Name} to be on their enemies side. Feeling annoyed {Name} had finally acted, at the end of it – left an entire field of incapacitated people as they continued to search. Zoro’s mouth hung open at the unbelievable story, all this time never knowing what an insane powerhouse his small S/O is… “Although I hate fighting – so prefer not to do it if not necessary” {Name} states shrugging their shoulders, as if wiping out a mini army of marines and pirates was necessity. “Probably will never happen again” – {Name} laughs it off. Zoro just stands there still not fully able to process this new information… “You’re terrifying {Name} – but I love you” he mumbles to himself as he sighs.

“So, what are we going to do about them?” Zoro asks pointing to the hoard of bloodthirsty bounty hunters.

Word Count: 1137

Trafalgar Law

The Heart pirates had decided to make a stop at an island, however not just any island – they had stopped there originally for medical supplies at Law’s behest. Since it is a trading hub, it had access to many different things from all over, and simply put: It made things much more accessible, and considering they were going to sail past it anyway, Law thought it would be a good idea to stock up on supplies.

Thinking it would be a good opportunity to spend some time out together, Law had invited his S/O to join him, without hesitation {Name} excitedly agrees, disembarking, Law couldn’t help but notice the general feeling of discontent that hung in the air along with the side eye glances of stares aimed in their direction, appearing to be weary of them – but Law just chalked it up to them being pirates, as not everyone had the most welcoming attitudes towards pirates.

They make their way through the unfamiliar town, Law finally spots a medical supply shop as they enter together, {Name} curiously looks at the various medical instruments, Law makes his way directly to the counter, greeting the merchant he begins to list off various things. {Name} still continuing their curious scanning of some unique medical supplies which that they had never seen before; realizing it’s probably because Law doesn’t have a need for certain instruments considering the Ope Ope no Mi… as Law continues reading through his list, the last few items seemed to be speciality based and so the elderly merchant informs him that he has many different kinds in the back storeroom. Inviting Law to choose his specifications himself to see which would be more comfortable fitting for his use; as they enter the back Law is slightly surprised at the wide variety of things he was looking for, but he found himself being grabbed by the man.

“Young man are you in trouble???” “Should I call the Navy?” “I can hide you” The old man seems to speak fast and mildly panicked.

Law is truly confused by the old man, brushing his hands off of his shoulders and feeling the rising feeling of annoyance. “What are you talking about?!” Law demands, he is not feeling amused by the actions of the stranger, the old man hushes Law, looking out towards {Name}

“They’re holding you hostage aren’t they?” The old speaks, visibly growing more distressed

“They’re my partner!” Law states with a raised voice, his annoyance now very evident at the actions of the old man.

“P…p-partner?... Do you have a death wish! How could you be involved with them!?” The old man seems to ask, completely sceptical to Law’s information.

Feeling extremely annoyed, Law storms out of the back to where {Name} is, they ask if everything is alright, considering they had heard Law raising his voice, grabbing their hand as Law marches out the store. Walking out, as they take to the streets again, Law began noticing more people being afraid of {Name} and going to unnecessary lengths to avoid them, or blatantly freaking out when they come within the proximity this does not resonate well with Law and causes a surge of anger in him, as it reminds him of something similar when Corazon had taken him to find treatment as a child and people had outright treated him like a monster.

Finally stopping while Law catches his breath from the vigorous walk they had just taken and trying to calm himself down, not being able to stand the people’s attitudes. {Name} easily picks up on Law growing more agitated as they speak in a softened tone. “It’s not their fault Law” {Name} states, feeling unaffected by their actions.

“Why are they treating you like that for no reason?!” Law snaps, not aimed at {Name} but just feeling angry at the way they’re being viewed. Shrugging their shoulders “There is a reason…”

Law raises an eyebrow in quizzical manner at their statement, looking at the notice board, {Name} pulls Law along with them to the middle of the town square, the regular side of the notice board is covered with ads for home businesses and the usual assortment. However on the other side, lays the board plastered with wanted posters. {Name} points towards the top, Law follows their finger and notices a picture of them…more than that, he notices the name on the poster, finding it adorable and hilarious as he looks at them with a face that says he just wants to laugh. “Say anything about the nickname and I’ll kick you” {Name} states plainly, already picking up on Law’s line of thinking. At this point he decides it is best to keep his comments to himself lest he wants bruised legs from {Name’s} kicks. Smiling he reaches up and decided to take the poster as a keepsake, removing the poster that had kept the amount hidden as he finally sees the price…

“{Name-ya}…do you have a twin I perhaps don’t know about?” Law asks

“Why?” {Name} tilts their head in confusion at the very unusual question

Law looks at them… trying to maintain his composure as he clears his throat attempting to keep his extreme surprise at bay – “{Name-ya} please explain…how you have a bounty of a billion?”

They suddenly appear to look very flustered as Law’s waits for their explanation.

“It was an accident…” {Name} chuckles nervously as their sentence trails off, Law assumes they meant the poster, “Error could be a possibility… perhaps a misprint?” Law thinks aloud

“I didn’t mean to destroy that marine fleet…it just kinda happened…” {Name} finally finishes what they were saying previously.

His eyes shoot open, finally registering what they said about destroying a fleet. Although he rephrases…’accidentally’ destroying a fleet.

“How do you accidentally destroy an entire fleet??” He seems to raise the question not knowing how to process the answer, though that is interrupted by the feeling of hostile intent. He spots some carelessly exposed Marines that during this whole exchange had surrounded them.

“Law are you ready?” {Name} speaks in a hushed tone, seemingly noticing the presence of the Marines as well.

“Yeah” he answers- readying himself, and wondering “Is this it…?” “Am I going to see {Name-ya’s} secret power??” “To see why they are worth a billion???” – he is feeling overwhelmed by excitement and anticipation.

{Name} picks up a stone and throws it out of the area, further than the reach of the Marine perimeter. “Law!”

Finally catching on and using a skilful succession of Room and Shambles they escape without much incident and go back to where the ship is hidden, although Law doesn’t admit it; he can’t help but hide his disappointment since he didn’t get to witness {Name} in action, however, they did promise that they will show him sometime.

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace and his S/O were enjoying their time together with {Name} mentioning that the heat was a bit harsh. Feeling something being placed on their head as they look up at Ace who had his usually bright smile as he adjusted his hat on {Name’s} head; they came to the market place, their eyes being caught by a stall selling curios, trinkets, and other intriguing goods. Showing interest in the items, the merchant had began talking and explaining all the various items along with their most likely fictional histories, as a sudden strong gust of wind blew through the market, scooping Ace’s hat from {Name’s} head as they were quick enough to save it, though the sudden silence from ever prattling merchant brought Ace’s attention to his face, the merchants eyes were fixated on {Name} – his face twisted into an expression of absolute shock and horror as he began muttering something that Ace could not quite make out. Muttering, muttering and fumbling over the same phrase again and again, until finally he got out his intended words – “You’re the Tiny Terror!” the merchant stumbled back, accidentally knocking some of his merchandise off of the shelves as he clumsily tried to run away, tripping over and getting tangled in various items of his stall.

Ace looked at {Name} quizzically, noticing no real reaction to what he was saying as he burst out into laughter. “He called you a tiny terror…he’s not wrong” Ace playfully jests at his S/O’s smaller stature. {Name} pouts and without warning they punch Ace in the arm, to which Ace just laughs even more, his infectious smile and laugh causing one to spread on {Name’s} lips. After ruffling {Name’s} hair he finally places the hat back on their head. “I’m feeling hungry, let’s go find something to eat” Ace suggests, grabbing {Name’s} hand as they go on the hunt for food.

“Only if you promise not to fall asleep” they say playfully in response to Ace’s usual habits of falling asleep in the middle of his meals.

Eventually finding a tavern that Ace had sourced out by smell, in his opinion – smell of delicious food; the couple walk in and are met with a boisterous and busy atmosphere, the slamming of drinks on tables and drunken stupor, shanties and loud conversations are spread throughout the diverse crowd.

Eventually settling by an empty table, Ace begins his extravagant order enough to feed a small army, or in this case – Ace. {Name} takes off the hat and place it next to them on the table, a few minutes later the audible shift in the tavern goes from rambunctious to indistinct murmuring and finally complete silence, everyone seems too stunned and their eyes all lay directed at {Name}

Ace and {Name} eat without being affected by the completely inverse atmosphere, some random burly men step up to their table. Glancing over at Ace who is stuffing his face, “Do you know who you’re sitting with?” The one man asks, as Ace swallows his bite of food, flashing a large grin and referring to what the merchant had said earlier “A tiny terror” he laughs as he continues eating.

“You mean THE Tiny Terror” the other man corrects him, Ace perks up at this insistence on the correction, looking over at {Name} who is quietly eating their food, not paying any mind to the strangers. Though that soon changes when one of the strange men holds up a wanted poster of {Name} – Ace mildly chokes on his food, and looks at the poster. “Wow! {Name} you have a bounty of 1 million, that’s so cute” he chuckles, as the man apologises and moves his thumb, revealing the 3 missing digits.

This results in Ace’s laughter to cease as he drops his food, grabbing the poster from the man’s hand, he looks over at {Name} who continues eating in peace, completely nonchalant about the whole situation and Ace slams his hands on the table. “HOW!??? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Ace yells, mostly from overwhelming curiosity and excitement, the men pull Ace back and whisper in his ear. “We heard you’re strong… so if you help us, we’ll split the bounty evenly” they snicker as Ace glares at them, consequently leaving the two very beat up as he looks at them “That’s my partner you’re talking about” his voice seems intense and cold, warranting a series of extreme apologies from the two men who apologised for their mistake and rudeness.

Back to the question at hand he still wants to know about what his sweet S/O did to warrant them such a hefty bounty. {Name} looks at him and admits that they got into a fight once… just so happened to also be at a tavern and the person they fought with and defeated just so happened to be an admiral, not thinking much on that encounter {Name} takes a sip from their drink as Ace’s mouth hangs agape, at his S/O being so nonchalant about defeating an admiral and earning a billion bounty because of it. Stuffing his face with the rest of the food, Ace grabs his hat and{Name} and starts to rush out of the tavern, with {Name} being very confused

“Where are we going?”

“I absolutely need to brag to Pops about this” Ace replies with laughter.