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synopsis: chained up, you thought back on your weakness, what brought you here in the first place, and the devastation personified that was your swordsman... but, just as things look bleak, devastation swoops in to save you (and tries not to make an ass of himself in the process)
cw: 4/4 or 5?, fluffy fluff, comfort, angst if you squint. zoro is ADORABLE, zoro is a gentleman
The rocking of the ship was steady, cruelly calm compared to the storm inside your chest.
Your arms ached where the iron shackles cut into your skin, suspending you above the damp floor of the holding cell.
Shoulders burning, wrists raw, you let your head hang, sweat-slick strands of hair sticking to your face.
Your eyes narrowed into your reflection in a shallow puddle beneath you—glaring daggers at yourself.
Pathetic.
Weak.
First Mate of the Kuja Pirates, one of Amazon Lily’s fiercest warriors—reduced to this.
Shackled, silent, sold like some common trinket for amusement.
And all because of him.
Your jaw clenched, teeth grinding as you replayed it again and again in your head.
If you hadn’t been so distracted, if you hadn’t let yourself get wrapped up in the haze of green hair, sharp steel, and that rare, devastating smirk…
You wouldn’t be here now.
It was humiliating.
Downright embarrassing.
A warrior of your caliber, a woman who could send entire armies falling with a single wink—utterly idiotic, undone by the thought of one swordsman.
But no matter how you fought it, no matter how furiously you cursed yourself, he wouldn’t leave you.
Zoro.
The name throbbed in your chest like a wound.
Every thought, every dream, every moment of rest since the day you left Gloom Island—his face haunted you.
That steady voice, the unshakable honor in his gaze, the rare warmth that slipped through when you least expected it.
You could almost feel the press of his lips if you closed your eyes.
You’d spent your life sneering at men, breaking them down with a smile, reducing them to groveling fools.
You could have had any man in the world on his knees in a heartbeat.
And yet... Zoro was the one who had dragged something raw, carnal, new out of you.
Desire.
It was foreign.
It was dangerous.
And you hated how much you loved it.
The sharp creak of the iron door ripped you from your spiral.
Your head snapped up instantly, eyes flashing like blades.
Three guards entered, their faces set in stone.
Heavy boots echoed against the floor as they moved toward you with cruel precision.
Without a word, they grabbed your shackles, unlocking you from the wall but leaving your wrists bound.
You snarled, the fire in your chest exploding outward.
The moment your feet hit the floor, you lashed out.
Your knee rammed into one man’s gut, doubling him over with a wheeze.
Another earned a sharp kick to the side of the head, his jaw snapping sideways with a sickening crack.
The third tried to hold you back, but you jerked your bound arms upward, the iron chains biting into his throat as you whipped them across his face.
Blood spurted instantly.
Shouts erupted outside, the door banging open as more guards flooded in.
Five.
Six.
Ten.
You twisted, fought, bit and clawed, your body a weapon even with your wrists shackled.
One fell clutching his ribs, another staggered back with blood running from a broken nose.
But numbers overcame strength.
Rough hands gripped your arms, boots struck your legs, slamming you into the cold floor as sheer weight pressed down.
You writhed and roared, curses ripping from your throat as they pinned you.
“Get her up!” one barked, breathless.
The guards yanked you upright, dragging you out of the cell despite the trail of bruised and bloodied bodies you’d already left behind.
Their hands were bruising, cruel, but your glare stayed sharp, refusing to waver.
The branding room loomed ahead—its iron stench already crawling into your lungs.
Your heart hammered.
The heavy iron door slammed behind you, the clang echoing like a death knell in your ears.
Two Celestial Dragons stood waiting inside the branding chamber, their grotesque figures dressed in ostentatious suits, heads adorned with their infamous glass bubbles.
They leered at you like children presented with a new toy.
“She’s perfect,” one of them hissed, grin stretching unnaturally wide. “A prize like this doesn’t come often. Shall we decide who gets the first turn?”
The other let out a high-pitched giggle, his fat fingers twitching with anticipation, “Of course, brother! We’ll share her. A treasure like this should be savored, don’t you think?”
Your eyes went wide, breath catching.
You knew exactly what they meant.
Rage and panic collided in your chest as you thrashed against the guards dragging you forward.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” you snarled, snapping one guard’s nose with a brutal headbutt before another slammed a knee into your ribs.
Twelve men piled onto you, pinning your arms, forcing you to your knees.
Shackles bit into your skin as you growled and roared, your voice nearly drowned out by their jeers.
“No use resisting!” one spat, shoving your face down.
Shrriiip!
Your back was exposed to the room.
Cold air hit your skin a second before one of the brothers cackled, his pudgy hands tearing your shirt away.
The other, giddy with excitement, picked up the brand resting in a bed of glowing coals.
The iron seared red, radiating waves of blistering heat that crawled over your spine.
He giggled, lifting it higher, bringing it closer with each passing heartbeat.
You screamed, your voice raw, but their laughter swallowed it.
Your chest heaved.
Your eyes blurred with tears.
Images of everything you were leaving behind cascaded through your mind—your sisters, your family, your home.
And him.
Zoro.
The thought of never telling him how much he consumed your heart, how he had awakened something inside you no man ever had, was agony.
You closed your eyes, the heat nearly kissing your skin.
Then—
BOOM!
The entire door ripped off its hinges, splintering into the wall.
A blur of green shot inside like a storm given flesh.
Steel sang.
In less than a breath, fourteen slashes tore through the chamber, blades carving merciless arcs.
The guards never had the chance to scream.
The two Celestial Dragons barely turned before steel cut them down where they stood, their grotesque laughter dying in their throats.
Bodies collapsed around you, blood splattering across the chamber floor.
The crushing weight on your shoulders vanished.
Shackles clattered uselessly against the ground.
You gasped, snapping your eyes open.
Heart hammering, you whipped around.
And there he was.
Zoro stood among the corpses, chest heaving, swords dripping crimson.
His bandana was tied tight across his head, giving his one visible eye a deadly, dark glint.
His robe hung loose, sleeves tossed aside, baring his scarred chest, now streaked with blood.
His blades gleamed wickedly in the shaft of light spilling through the broken doorway.
Your heart flipped violently.
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
Even drenched in blood, maybe especially drenched in blood—he was devastating.
“Zoro!” you gasped, relief breaking your voice.
He turned, sharp glare softening instantly when it landed on you., “You alri—?”
But then his gaze froze...
Square on your exposed chest.
His face turned scarlet.
His eye snapped shut so fast you thought something had flown in it.
He jerked his head away, nearly stumbling over a corpse in his scramble to look anywhere but at you.
“Jeez,” he muttered, flustered beyond belief, thrusting his haramaki in your direction without even looking. “Here. Cover yourself.”
Despite everything, a warm smile touched your lips as you took it, “Thank you.”
Pulling it on, you sighed in relief, savoring the lingering heat of the fabric.
“How did you find me?”
Still refusing to face you directly, he grunted, “Nami. She spotted the ship. Once we moored, I… ran ahead.”
He didn’t mention the rest—that he’d torn through Law’s entire carefully laid plan without hesitation, or that he was fully prepared for and expecting to take on an Admiral in order to get you back.
His chest still rose and fell heavily from the sheer intensity of the rage that had driven him here.
Before you could press further, explosions rattled the ship.
Shouts rang out from above deck—chaos had erupted.
Zoro’s eye narrowed, jaw set, “That’s the others.”
He wiped his blades clean with a flick before sheathing them in one smooth motion.
Then, without a word, he bent and scooped you into his arms bridal-style.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered firmly, voice leaving no room for argument.
Your arms looped around his neck before you could think, head dropping against his shoulder.
A smile bloomed on your face—relieved, content, utterly love-struck.
“I could get used to this.”
His heart pounded so violently he thought you might hear it.
His face burned hotter than the brand meant for your back.
He kept his gaze forward, teeth gritted, trying desperately to focus on the path ahead instead of the memory of your bare chest seared into his brain.
And worse—the unfamiliar heat stirring low in his gut that he had no idea how to smother.
But still, his arms tightened around you, carrying you through blood, fire, and smoke like he’d been born for it.
Because there was no force in the world—Celestial Dragon, Admiral, or otherwise—that was going to take you from him.
do y'all want another part? if yes, what do you want in it cause i'm a bit stumped.
☆ pairing :: roronoa zoro (ロロノア・ゾロ) x gn!reader ☆ genre :: hcs, fluff, romance ☆ warnings :: swearing (fuck/ing) ☆ word count :: 588 ☆ recommended age rating :: 14+ ☆ listenin' to :: wet dreams — odetari ☆
☆ a.n :: mackenyu chill bro you gotta calm down ☆
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having zoro as your boyfriend means he's always away from home risking his life with the rest of the crew to achive his dreams. no, you're not fine with him potentially dying at sea with nothing but a 'goodbye' and a peck, but it's his dreams he's chasing, so ultimately you let it slide.
“i'll be back in a few days, i promise, alright?”
on the few occasions he does end up bringing you with him, he's never at ease, too busy observing everything that could potentially be a threat to you. after all, pirating dangerously like this isn't something he wants his lover around.
“i'm just looking out for you. can't have you dying.”
zoro isn't one to go searching for romance, it just comes to him naturally. for example, he never planned on wandering off accidentally and meeting you because of it, though he enjoyed his terrible navigation skills that day, especially since he met you.
“what? no, i didn't wander off on purpose, i was just ... you get what i'm saying.”
the pirate hunter really does try his hardest not to flip the fuck out in jealousy when sanji gets a little too touchy touchy with you. keyword: try. he ends up ripping the blonde away and giving him a look and a threat to cut off his stupid head if he touches you again.
“just stay away from the cook, he's an asshole.”
when he gets bored, he just looks over at you and lazily asks if you wanna learn how to use a sword. he'll take you out to that forest he used to train at and hand you his most treasured sword — the one nobody else could touch let alone use.
“wanna go duel?”
zoro isn't one to care about labels or typical romance stuff if you don't. if you don't want to call each other your lover, that's fine. if you don't want to be showered with pet names, that's fine too. your comfortability is his his #1 priority — other than your safety of course.
“'what are we?' does that matter?”
mosshead pretends he doesn't like physical touch, and that may be true for the rest of the crew. but you? he'll let you do whatever you want; touch his hair, hug him, hop on his back, he does not give one fuck as long as it's you.
“you're someone i really care about, why wouldn't i?”
he has little ways to show he cares about you despite all the sarcasm and nonchalance he gives you. he loves leaving you little things to remind you of him, like leaving his sword by your door or leaving his bandana on the counter. you know he does it on purpose, and you couldn't love his thoughtfulness more.
“oh, i left my sword? oops.”
zoro doesn't always know what you need since he's not someone who's been in a bunch of relationships before, but he tries his hardest just for you. he doesn't know what to do when you try to kiss him, or saying 'i love you', or holding hands.
“i'm not blushing, shut up. i'm serious.”
the type to walk around and call you a name or something to get you mad, but in like a teasing loving way. he'll just walk past you and say something so fucking random you either burst out laughing or end up hitting him on the shoulder or the back of his neck and he'll just start laughing in return.
“fucking weirdo ...”
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