#amoro

INT . AMY’S APOTHECARY -- LATE MORNING

the sun slants through the storefront windows, catching mottles of gold dust that dance amidst the hanging herbs. AMY stands at the counter sorting dewy lilies into bunches, sleeves pushed to her elbows, a smudge of pollen on her cheek. ZORO leans against the doorway with two paper cups of something cold, a bag of peaches hanging from his forearm. he admires her as she hums to herself, perpetual smile on her pretty face, before making himself known.

AMY (turning, smile stretching) oh, you’re back early!

ZORO (crossing to her, setting the cups down) market was slow. got you the peaches you wanted to make dessert with later.

Taking deep breaths, slowly in through your nostrils and out through pursed lips, you realize that you haven’t ever seen this much of your blood in one place at the same time. Your eyes shift away from the tubing that extends from the soft of your elbow, but the reddish pink glow doesn’t leave your mind. You have a vial that you’ve kept close to your own person for such a long time, never clotting, just for emergencies, but now there will be reserves on the Starbound Pirates’ ship for the crew to keep you safe, and even some for the sake of research.

It’s a good thing for you and for science, you think. It doesn’t hurt too much, but the anxious look on the ship doctor’s face as she watches your expression carefully is starting to affect you a bit by proxy. You offer her a gentle, empathetic smile. 

“How are you doing?” she asks. She means to sound reassuring, but you get the feeling that she’s prying really, trying to make sure you aren’t feeling bad. You wonder if she’s on to you, that naturally you’d be unlikely to say anything unless you were about to crumple. 

You nod.

“I’m fine.”

“Good, we’re almost done.” 

She checks the tubing and switches into one last collection tube, setting it on ice. Then, crouching closer next to you, you watch her eyes scan the venipuncture site, then once you avert your eyes for a moment, quickly retracts the needle, replacing her gloved fingers with gauze which she applies to your tiny puncture wound with gentle pressure. Your breathing stops sharply for a moment, and once she places a bandaid, she rubs the surface.

“Thank you so much. Ooh wait, not too fast!” 

You’ve pulled yourself up to a sitting position perhaps a bit too quickly, and while your head doesn’t swim yet, you feel slightly lightheaded as you thread your hands through your hair, before placing them in your lap. Once she’s sure you’ve settled, she disposes of her sharps and caps the tubes a little tighter, writing labels carefully onto each one.

“So…” you start.

Her eyes shift back to you quickly, dark brown and inquisitive.

“Do you think you’ll be able to figure out a formula?” 

She grimaces for a moment exaggeratedly, which actually has you laugh, but quickly nods.

“I’m pretty sure. I don’t remember if I told you, my mentor had been trying to figure out how to do artificial transfusions for different races… like the Fishmen in case humans couldn't or wouldn’t provide blood…” she trails off, then looks around her, something that you think might have been habit, before she leans in, “we’d even tried to come up with a formula for Buccaneers or Lunarians, but you know how that would have turned out if the World Government ever found out.”

The World Government causes more than its share of problems, you’re well aware of. 

“Have you ever met a Lunarian?” you ask. She seems almost surprised by the question.

“No… but to be fair, I didn’t expect to meet you either. So I hope so someday.”

You grin and she smiles back. Rolling back in her chair as she pulls off her gloves and sticks her foot on the open mechanism of a bin, you call over to her attempting to make a joke.

“You’re not going to make clones of me, are you?” 

She balks almost immediately, but then quickly regains her wit.

“I would never! Unless they’re all as sweet as you.”

Before you can come up with something clever to say back however, you can hear the door to the clinic practically burst open, with Zoro - who you find yourself almost embarrassingly glad to see - and Luffy in tow.

“Yo!”

Luffy’s voice is loud, as usual, and he practically bounds over to the end of the room where the two of you have been speaking. You can see your crewmate panic, almost trying to shield her collection tubes from him with her body, but he really is nowhere near them. Zoro, however, takes more of your attention away from the dramatic scene even if he’s coming in in a manner far less boisterous, heading straight towards you. His eyes slide from your face to your venipuncture site first, then return to you, offering a look of gentle concern, even if he knows you would never be hurt on the ship.

“All good?” he murmurs.

“It’s just a blood draw, Zo,” you remind him, gently punching at his shoulder, but he takes your first gently in his hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“She’s around Luffy too much, she could have forgotten how to do medicine,” he quips.

“Hey!”

She feigns annoyance at his remark, but she’s too busy trying to protect her tubes away from Luffy’s curiosity, answering his questions to the best of her ability while having swatted his hand away at least once.

“I’m just trying to look! It’s weird-looking!”

“Are you calling my blood weird, Luffy?” you call over. Luffy looks back at you, the way his head tilts much like a dog that knows it’s misbehaved.

“It’s a little weird, isn’t it? I’m not saying it’s bad-”

“How about you say nothing?” Zoro replies. Luffy pouts, but Zoro lets it go as you laugh instead. His attention quickly returns to you again, his hand finding its way protectively curled just at the base of your left forearm.

“Do you need water? Are you hungry?” he asks.

“I could eat!” calls the man on the other end of the room.

“No one asked you!” both Zoro and the doctor say in unison. Luffy shakes his head in defeat, but decides to take the doctor with him, whether she likes it or not, in search of food.

“Well, I’m starving. You guys come join!”

The two disappear out of the room in a hurry, leaving just you and Zoro in each other’s company. Zoro rolls his eyes, but you find yourself giggling.

“You know, she was nervous the whole time,” you point out.

Zoro shrugs. “She should be, in case she hurts you.”

You give him a cutting look with your eyes, but he presses his lips on your forehead affectionately.

“As you know, this is just a silly precaution. I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he reminds you.

You accept his kiss and his promise with eyes closed, reassured. “I know you’d never, either. Thank you.”

I think you meant to say Ricker but this popped into my head and i thought it was funny

How good they are in fight. Just in case if someone is interested... :>

S - Abe

A - Arito, Devon

B - Zeki

C - Cerys, Kody, Orion

D - Amoro, Rash (not fighting types)

Asu belong to me

A few people requested a part 2 to Late Ride Home. I’m really enjoying this and might even do a part 3 if people want it. 

You had one hand propped under your chin, keeping your head from hitting the desk. You had been staring into space for at least the last 5 minutes, chewing off the cap of a pen. You’d been in court all morning and most of the afternoon testifying for a case. Now you were seated at your desk heels kicked off as you made an attempt to finish the paperwork from the night before (oh, and battling boredom).

Something entered your field of vision and it took a moment for your brain to catch up, eyes focusing to see a steaming cup of coffee sitting on your desk. And not precinct coffee either, a cup of the good stuff from around the corner.

“You know, you really shouldn't chew on that.” Your eyes moved from the coffee to the person who delivered it to you. Nick stood next to your desk, leaning slightly on it with a smirk on his lips. “If it breaks your gonna get ink all in your mouth.” You pulled the pen out of your mouth with a slightly bashful smile and lowered your hand to your desk.

“Thank you for the coffee.” You released the pen letting it drop before wrapping both hands around the steaming cup. You lifted it to your lips blowing slightly before taking a small sip off the top. Not too hot, perfect, another big gulp. “Mmm.” Nick remained leaning on your desk, hands nervously playing with his coffee’s sleeve.

“Two cream, one sugar right?” He asked and you hummed sitting back in your chair as you continued to sip.

“It’s perfect, Nick.” You assured him, biting down on the inside of your cheek and taking another sip to hide your smile at the red that began to cover his ears.

“Perfect,” He repeated giving you one of those rare and breathtaking Amoro smiles, “yeah, good. Perfect.” You both sat making casual conversation as you finished your coffees, paperwork all forgotten.

Olivia came out of her office, shutting the light off as she left, wrapping a scarf around her neck and making her way towards the two of you.

“How’s the paperwork coming?” She asked, and your eyes snapped down, panic rising as your brain tried to come up with an excuse besides ‘Oh, sorry, I was busy swimming in Amaro’s eyes, I couldn’t concentrate.’

“Don’t worry, just a coffee break, Sarg.” Nick assured her in that smooth way only he really could. Olivia smiled before nodding her head and turning to leave.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.” She called over her shoulder, leaving you and Nick alone once more. You sat for another moment before watching Nick set his coffee down, going about collecting your papers. You allowed him to finish before laughing,

“Are you going to tell me how I’m supposed to finish all this paperwork with you cleaning it up?” Nick grinned neatly putting the stack of papers into your bag.

“You heard Liv, I thought if it were alright with you we might go finish somewhere else,” It was your turn to blush. “My house is free, and I’ve got a pretty big coffee table… oh, and a Keurig.”

“You had me at Keurig.” You grinned standing up and quickly tossing the now empty paper cup into the garbage can next to your desk. Nick grinned at you before faking hurt.

“Hey! That’s the last thing I said!” You both laughed before Nick moved to his own desk pulling on his coat and scarf. You slipped your heels back onto your tired feet and pulled your coat on finally tossing your bag over your shoulder.

You and Nick left the precinct together, going back to your casual conversation from earlier. You hit the parking garaged and the cold air took you slightly by surprise. It was a lot nicer out when you left your apartment this morning, and you now regretted wearing the skirt and thinner winter coat.

“Cold?” Nick asked as you huddled slightly into your jacket walking briskly towards the far end of the parking garage. You gave Nick a slight shrug and smile.

“It was nice this morning!” Nick laughed nudging you slightly as you walked before pulling the scarf from around his own neck and tossing it around yours. “Nick,” you protested, but it was futile. The material was soft and already warm from his body heat, “You don’t have to.” You finished weakly, tying the scarf around your neck; it even smelled like Nick.

You reached the car and slipped in, Nick doing the same. He quickly turned it on, making sure the heat was up before sitting back. You rubbed your hands together before holding them up to the air vent, Nick watched you with a small smile. After you could feel your fingers again you sat back buckling up.

“Ready?” You nodded, Nick smiled, you blushed.

“Ready.”

Jehová se manifestó a mí hace ya mucho tiempo, diciendo: Con amor eterno te he amado; por tanto, te prolongué mi misericordia.