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so… i kind of disappeared for five months? four months? school, work, and my mental health were weighing on me so i needed a break.

i am still a college student. i am still working. i am still living in the toxic household i grew up in. so i probably won’t be writing again :’)

but this blog isn’t going anywhere! i’ll leave it up as an archive blog so that my writings will still exist on this app. i see some people are still reblogging them. some are still leaving comments. so if people are still appreciating my work, there’s no reason i should take it away

stay groovy cool kids,

mie 😎

notes: okay so i’ve had this in my drafts for like, months now. sorry for going awol for a while, but my class is finally over! so i can focus on this blog a little more. Just a few letters and some tooth-rotting drabbles to accompany it 💞

edit: zoro x fem!reader

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

zoro leaned on the doorframe to the aquarium, admiring the blue glow that rested on (name)’s skin, as she turned the page with a careful finger, her eyes captivated with the words on the new page. he never understood how she could read all that shallow banal crap, at the same time though, he wondered what words made her lips quirk up; what words were behind that look of wonder.

he sat next to her, waiting for her to open her arms for him. if she was too focused on the story, he’d lift her arms up himself, settling his head onto her chest, wrapping his arms around her torso. then, before he closed his eyes, he’d place a kiss right under the curve of her jaw.

zoro was most affectionate before a nap.

so i did a thing.

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5th angels 3 + lesbian flag

benimaru + bisexual flag

joker & viktor + gay flag

princess hibana + demisexual flag

pairing: nacht x gn!reader

wc: ~500

notes: zara thank you for requesting Nacht! I recently finished the manga and he is just magnifico🤌🏽 also *mie sometimes autocorrect acts up 😂

likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated :3

c - colors (aka the standard soulmate au where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate and see colors)

Nacht was not openly optimistic, he never was, and there was never any reason to be. He literally had devils on his shoulders, he lurked in shadows, and weighed down by his own guilt.

This never changed, but it got a bit easier ever since you came into his life.

pairing: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: ~1.3k

notes: AH thanks for the request! i had fun with this one, zoro as a soulmate is like a dream… until you get to know him😂i kid i kid. i hope this is to your liking☺️💛

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d - damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all)

When Zoro acquired Kuina’s sword, he made an internal promise that this sword would see his ambition through till the end.

Not that he told Mihawk, which is probably why the older man didn’t understand why Zoro was so adamant about keeping a damaged sword. Do as you wish, he said, but he wasn’t counting on Zoro showing up to spar with a duct taped hilt.

“This won’t do.” He sighed rather irritated, later giving the rookie a vivre card with ‘swordsmith’ written in lopsided letters, “Have Perona take you, I don’t trust you to find your way back on your own.”

pairing: monkey d. luffy x reader

wc: 492

notes: angst, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, no beta we go raw in this house. another entry for @kaizokuwritings​ flowers event. likes, comments and/or reblogs are appreciated :3

Luffy was the sun to your Icarus. You knew what happens to those who near the sun, it was a mistake you were willing to make. And surely, you fell, and you fell into thoughts of doubt, and questions of worth.

Lately, you wondered if you were worthy of being a Straw Hat.

It was strange, the universal effect Luffy had on people. His determination was simple, and bull-headed, it was hard not to trust in his spirit. You were either his adversary, or you lived long enough to admire him. If you had the unfortunate of calling yourself his friend, you’d soon give your ambition to see him suceed.

And lately, you wondered if you gave enough.

“Ooooii! (Name)!”

You turned away, your storm would only dim his light.

Luffy wasn’t completely clueless, he noticed something was off. You weren’t seeking him out, your eyes looked distant, voice exhausted, and you didn’t even try to stop him from taking your food. He wanted to help, he tried everything (a.k.a. giving you food, and making funny faces) but the smile you gave him never reached your eyes.

After talking to Robin and Usopp, they gave him the perfect solution. A bouquet of Malaria flowers––or something like that––which he took as the magic mystery-remedy to lift your mood.

You were in the library, sitting in the window nook looking nowhere in particular; how you have been. He sat opposite of you, holding out the bouquet with the brightest smile. This caught your attention. Reluctantly, you grabbed them, spinning the clusters of flowers.

“You got me Valerians?”

“No, I’m pretty sure they’re called Malarias,” Luffy scratched his chin, head tilted, “Robin said they were your favorite, and Usopp said they’d make you feel better–”

“Luffy,” for the first time in a long time, you looked at him and god, it hurt. His kind, round eyes were filled with concern you didn’t deserve, “Why did you invite me to your crew?” concern morphed into confusion, “Everyone here, they serve a purpose, but I… all I’m good for is being an inconvenience, I don’t belong here.”

His treasured straw hat shaded over his eyes, and it took all your self-control to hold back your tears. You shut your eyes, turning away, why was he so silent? You immediately regretted opening up, if you had just kept your silly doubts hidden–

The straw hat landed on your head and you caught whiplash looking towards Luffy, who wore a smile as radiant as the sun.

“I don’t have any regrets (name), and that includes having you on the crew. Besides, how am I supposed become King of the Pirates without you by my side?”

You tightly clutched the bouquet, averting your eyes from his light. He was too reckless with his words, yet, they were exactly what soothed the storm. You see, it was difficult to stray from the sun, when his ambience radiated unparalleled warmth.

pairing: yami sukehiro x fem!reader

flower: centaury; happy love

wc: ~490

notes: two posts in a day? who’d of thunk! (thought? whoops) my first entry for @kaizokuwritings flowers event and my first time writing for the smug ass black bulls captain :3

Yami was the perfect sparring partner; he was as quick as he was bulk, and the heap of muscles translated in each parry. Each hit forcefully echoed off of your sword, each step echoed off of the flowered pasture. His force only pushed you to best him, though, it wasn’t easy, the Black Bulls Captain wasn’t one to relent against anyone. That included his partner (affectionate… as Yami Sukehiro gets.)

A steel hit rang throughout the field, a smirk brandished on his gruff face as he moved forward, not easing in his attacks.

“You’re distracted princess,” (derogatory) “Do you plan on winning this way?”

“You plan on running your mouth all day?” you matched his smirk, jumping back to gain some distance, only to launch right back at him to attack his side—but he was too quick. In less than a second he mercilessly pinned you down against the flowers. The sun was blaringly bright behind Yami, a shade cast over his face, making his smirk seem more menacing than it already was.

“Tch, that makes this my what? Thousandth win?”

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you caught your breath, but you weren’t done yet. As if you could let this smug jerk win, you’d never hear the end of it. You swiftly brought your knee up and he caught it—that’s a ki master for you—but you took advantage of his arm and used all your strength to push it down along with him, knocking his sword away in the confusion.

“Are you sure about that win now, Captain?” (also derogatory) now you were the smug one straddling him, “A Magic Knight Captain losing to a lowly magic knight? The Black Bulls are truly the worst of the worst.”

He could never get tired of this view. You above him, glistening with sweat under the sunlight. His heart pumped hard from the adrenaline, but it may have skipped a beat or two at the sight of you. You were cutthroat, you were strong-willed, and—

Well, he didn’t believe in all of that cheesy love crap, but when it came to you, he was sure as hell that you were his source of happiness.

“Would you believe me if I said this was my plan all along?”

“As if, you just don’t want to admit defeat.”

“You want me to admit it? Fine, I admit I wanted you to straddle me.”

Could he be anymore overly confident? He wouldn’t be Yami if he weren’t. Around his head were clusters of tiny pink flowers, centauries if you recalled, and you picked off a branch before leaning down on his chest. It was cute, tiny and bright, not at all like the hulking, intimidating dark magic user beneath you.

“Say what you want Yami Sukehiro, at the end of the day, I came out on top,” you smiled, tucking the bitty branch behind his ear.

“Oh princess, the day isn’t over yet.”

pairing: trafalgar law x reader

prompt: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done”

wc: ~500

notes: no warnings, just sickening fluff. my piece for @some-piece’s 2500 followers challenge.

Paced breathing, a pen swiftly writing, and papers flipping were the only noises that filled the cold office. If it weren’t for your eyes burning straight through his skull, Law could easily continue working, but it— you were distracting. Silent as an assassin, and twice as deadly (to his focus at least.)

And when you sighed—purposely dragged out and exaggerated—he set his pen down, harshly and slightly irritated, “Yes, (name)?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Well it was obviously something.

You looked exhausted, eyelids ready to give in to the night. Law said he’d be working, and you said you’d be here with him. His entire life was dictated by piracy and medical work, whatever time you could spend in his presence you’d gladly take.

But now, with an open book abandoned before you, all you wanted to do was lazily stare at Law. He was always so serious when he was focused, his brow furrowed tightly, he wrote with the pen tightly in his grasp—a weaker pen would crack—and he did this cute thing where he gnawed on his bottom lip, which was a bit dried from the sub’s environment, yet only a few feet before you, so tempting, and so kissable—

But, you were patient, and you’d wait here with him, as silent… and tiring as it was. So you settled for a long sigh, which brings us back to the present.

“You shouldn’t to force yourself to stay up, why don’t you go to bed?” he reached over to grab your hand. Despite his hand being tainted with blood and inked by death, it was so gentle and attentive, and only for you. (It was quite the ego boost.) And the cold fixed in his fingers only urged you to stay and warm them up.

“It’s fine Law, I don’t mind waiting,” A yawn escaped your lips, and he gave you a deadpan look that said: you are impossible. But, instead he said:

“C’mere,” he rolled away from his desk, patting his leg, “You can sit on my lap until I’m done.”

You beamed, happily shuffling over to Law’s side of the desk, and settling yourself on his lap. His warmth immediately radiated throughout your body in an instant, making the cold submarine atmosphere nothing but a memory. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you rested your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, and satisfyingly the scent of some foreign wood and peppermint. Your eyelids were heavy, and here, in his hold, you didn’t mind giving into the night.

You sighed, once again exaggerated, but this one ending with a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“If you make it quick, I have to get back to—“

“I love you Law.”

His heart did a little skip, as an arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady against him. Honestly, you were so troublesome. How could you say something so important, so casually? It wasn’t the first time he’s heard those words from you, but every time it felt like a defibrillator shocked his heart out of place. Nevertheless, he kissed the space below your ear, and whispered:

“That’s no secret, love. Now, get some rest.”

oc art by @issatheartist. wanted poster from here (clickable). please do not save, use, or share picture outside of this post.

three drabbles of three groups reactions to smalls’ (my oc’s) first bounty

ft. my other oc, tsurumatsu

smalls gets her first bounty post enies lobby. that one dude from the franky family who’s name evades my mind is like: “shorty smalls, 115,000,000 berries!”

and the straw hats are like:

“smalls-chan! i’m falling for you all over again!” sanji swooned.

nami on the other hand, looked like she was on the verge of a heart attack, “115,000,000 berries!?”

my oc smalls is in the banner. do not share, use, or claim art as your own. art by @issatheartist

𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

—SMALLS D. ELFIE—

witch of the straw hats (because leave it to luffy to recruit a witch) her friends know her as smalls, nonchalant, yet curious in spirit. one thing she learned: a black blade is much more useful than a wand

⤿ reaction to bounty | ft. straw hats, revolutionaries, oc tsurumatsu

— wc: ~0.7k

Zoro walked up to Nami, Usopp, and Sanji, who were all suspicious-like, looking around the corner. It wasn’t the strangest thing on this ship, still, it sparked a little curiosity.

“What are you guys—“

“Shh!” Usopp put his index finger in a shushing fashion.

“I can’t believe that bastard gets time alone with my (name)-chwan…” Sanji somehow sulked and seethed.

“Shut up!” Nami smacked Sanji upside his head (much to the mosshead’s amusement,) “They’ll hear us!”

Zoro pouted, being the only one out of the loop, “Who’ll hear you?”

Zoro tumbled forward when Nami yanked his sleeve, telling him to look around the corner. He complained about not being able to see anything, then Sanji kicked his head, just strong enough so Zoro’s one working eye could actually see what everyone was so worked up about.

prompt: sitting close and knees touching

wc: ~0.2k

notes: hey meli i am doing well! sorry for the wait, but it is here! AH i love your writings >.< so i hope this is to your liking 💓

“Nice of you to finally join us Admiral,” (name) jested at Admiral Aokiji as he took his seat beside her, twenty minutes late to the meeting. It wasn’t anything new, this was Kuzan after all. He would gladly choose a nap over a meeting (he’s been to hundreds, how important can this one be?) but he heard a certain Vice Admiral he had his eye on would be attending.

Luckily the last seat was the one next to her.

“Right, what did I miss?” he turned to her in his seat, his knee bumping against her knee under the table. He actually was listening…

At first, but he couldn’t help it— her bare knee distracted him. He was a simple man who enjoyed simple things. Like how her lips moved and she talked, or the way her cleavage peaked out of her suit that screamed authority, or the way she wore a skirt that exposed from the knees down; her legs neatly crossed under the table.

“...how we are going about the current Kaido situation—“

Was she still talking? Maybe, but he had a very important question to ask and very little shame, “(Name), wanna go out with me tonight?”

She choked on her words, the entire table turned their attention to the pair, Sengoku harbored a pulsed vein on his irritated face, seething, “Aokiji, that is extremely unprofessional.”

“Oh, my bad. Vice Admiral (name), do you want to go out with me tonight?”

tag list: @ochizokulevy @luffydono

prompt: whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

wc: 0.2k

notes: no notes just vibes is what i wrote before i realized i have notes. i liked writing this one :) sorry it took a while to get out, hope you enjoy💞

Sanji silently made his way to where you stood in the kitchen; his hands found their place on your waist, before lazily hugging you. The scent of your shampoo and morning coffee and the sound of soft laps of waves and coffee being poured into a mug. True tranquility as Sanji would say. The morning was yet to be tainted with Luffy’s monster metabolism or the marimo’s idiocy.

He leaned in just so his lips grazed the shell of your ear, “You know, I would have made you coffee if you asked.”

“Mm, good morning to you too,” you turned to him, kissing his cheek, “You haven’t been getting much sleep lately, I didn’t want to take that from you.”

“My sleep schedule isn’t—“

“Is just as important as any of ours,” you finished his sentence knowing he planned to say the opposite. Turning your whole body, you handed him the steaming mug and like clockwork he rejected.

“(Name)-chan, I can’t accept—“

You shut him up with a distraction in the guise of a kiss, placing the porcelain into his hands.

“Consider it incentive. Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”

tag list: @ochizokulevy @luffydono

prompt: listening to the other’s heartbeat

wc: ~0.2k

notes: yes you requested perfectly! sorry for the wait, but i hope it is to your liking :) 💕

One thing to know when dating Ace: he is a clingy man.

To him nothing translates his love quite as clearly as physical touch. He loves running his hands over the bumps and curves of his partners body, or leaving little nips and kisses wherever their skin is visible, or walking with an arm slung around your shoulder, because he knows he can lean on you if he falls victim to his narcolepsy.

His favorite form of touch comes just before he falls asleep, and as soon as he wakes up. His head will be on your chest, his ear laid on the bare skin of your chest, right above your heart. Without realizing, he’ll sync his breathing to the rise and fall of your chest. “Tell me a story,” he’ll ask—but barely pays attention. He just loves as the sound of your voice serves as background noise to the calm beat of your heart.

He ignores the buzz from his numb arms—since they’re under your back—and holds you even closer. In these moments, these intimate bits of peace, he knows pass whatever insecurities planted in his mind, that you are without a doubt his person.

tag list: @ochizokulevy @luffydono

prompt: shielding the other one with their body

wc: ~0.3k

warnings: mentions of death

notes: thanks for requesting my fave :D i hope you don’t mind, saw the opportunity for some angst and took it hehe. please enjoy💕

Something wet dropped on your cheek, then Zoro wiped it away, muttering apologies. You laid across his legs, with a clear view of his face, full of grief. It wasn’t like Zoro. He was far from emotionless, you had the pleasure of knowing that. But to be crying, even if it was just one tear...

Something went terribly wrong.

“What happened?”

Hurt, and fury played in his eye, “You took a hit that was meant for me.”

Oh right. You remembered a second attacker when Zoro was occupied with his own fight and your legs moved on their own. The least you could do was stop the other attacker. Then something pierced you. You didn’t remember much past that.

Now you felt light, your breath was the loudest noise, and moving triggered shock. Unbearable pain, but not as painful as before. You touched where it hurt, and hand was damp and red.

“Am I…” you hesitated asking, because the answer was already obvious by the way he was trying to hold back his emotions, “Am I dying?”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” he grabbed your hand, despite the blood, “I’m so sorry (name).”

“Why are you sorry?” You looked at him confused, you were the one who was sorry. You were the one leaving him.

His mouth moved but you failed to hear the words, instead you studied his face; the slight downturn of his lips, the way his sharp brows furrowed too seriously, the stinging red of his eye. You didn’t blame him for being sad, but he didn’t look like the Zoro you knew. You wanted to see that Zoro one last time.

“Zoro?” he stopped talking, meeting your eyes, that already seemed to fade, “Can you tell me about your dreams.”

He nodded, not before kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand, locked with his, “Yeah, I can do that.”

tag list: @ochizokulevy @luffydono

pairing: zoro x gn!reader

synopsis: friends with benefits who’re oblivious to each other’s feelings

warnings: a lil angst, cursing, mentions of sex, underlying wano spoilers

wc: ~1.5k

notes: hey y’all, i still have some requests but god this scenario has been on replay in my mind. I originally intended for reader to be fem, but i don’t think i actually used any female-identifying terms? if you do catch any tho, please point it out!

Being a part of the Straw Hats meant getting separated for periods of time, especially during battles (which was like meat to Luffy.) This time though was the longest you’ve been away from Zoro since the two year break. You stayed with Luffy to retrieve one idiot cook, but now you finally arrived in Wano, and you’d finally see your swordsman.

Well, he wasn’t your swordsman, not officially anyways.

It started in Sabaody, you were the second to arrive, and it didn’t take you long to find his familiar mossy hair. He got a little taller, earned a scar over his eye, wore a yukata, but you could tell his muscles grew from whatever intensive training he’d gone through over the past two years. If you had a tiny crush on him before, your attraction—and lust—him only increased. Even with his slight personality change, which was a little more intense, a little more cocky.

It was so. Sexy.

A quick chat and a few drinks later, your legs were wrapped around his waist, lips devoured, tongues tangled make out. His hand never stopped groping, squeezing, memorizing every inch of your body like he was seeing it for the first time.

That night was the first of many shared nights. You didn’t sleep with him often, not with how fast-paced and chaotic the New World was. But during the calm after a battle, when everyone would be feasting and partying, the two of you would share a look. He could be at your side, or on the other side of the crowd, and you would still be able to meet his eye; half-lidded and full of pent-up energy in the shape of lust that sent chills through your skin and wetness to your core.

God, did he even know what he was doing to you?

And sometime in between, you fell in love. Actual heart-breaking love.

The fact that you had usually sex after both of your lives were on the line didn’t help. It was more intense that way; more intimate. One hand would tightly grip your hip, pulling you down as he thrust up into you; the other roughly cupping your jaw, forcing you to lock gazes with him.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me.”

And then he’d leave you with these fluffy, weak, aggravating feelings that he didn’t seem to reciprocate.

It wasn’t fair.

That’s why you chose to stay behind with Luffy. You needed a break from him, some time to think over what your feelings really were: love, or some twisted vivid form of lust.

But dammit if your heart didn’t yearn for him.

Now that you were in Wano, you planned to confess. If he also had feelings for you, great! But, if he didn’t…

Well, you didn’t want to think of that!

But your confidence sunk with each passing day. So much was happening it felt like you spent years in Wano before actually seeing him. When you finally did see him, he was running with an impossibly gorgeous woman clinging to him.

Brook was there too, and he was more than eager to spill the tea about seeing Zoro and this Hiyori girl sleeping together.

“Oh.”

Brook didn’t know about you and Zoro. It wasn’t necessarily a secret, but the two of you didn’t exactly flaunt your relationship, or make the effort to tell anyone. Should you have? If the two of you were public and official, would another woman be in his arms? Probably so. Zoro followed a certain code of morality (a.k.a being brutally honest,) if he had feelings, he would’ve been honest about them by now.

Right?

Well the answer was clear as day: his attention was elsewhere and you were, alone, overthinking in one of the many screwed up countries of the New World.

It didn’t help that she was nice. And pretty. Actually, she was gorgeous. And so compassionate. She tended to his wounds, and took care of him, and she was kind to everyone she met. She was everything he needed, while the best you could do was give him your body. Why wouldn’t he choose her?

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Zoro may have been oblivious to your feelings, but he knew something was up. Normally, your eyes would be on him then he’d look up, catching the smile you sent his way. He missed sitting next to you for dinner, holding your thigh while you delicately traced the lines of his hand. Or when he’d just listen to you ramble. You always talked with so much fervor and enthusiasm, there was a certain smile at your lips, a kind of gleam in your eyes, and honestly?

He missed the sound of your voice.

So when you didn’t spare him a single glance, when you were quieter than usual, when you were going out of your way to ignore him?

That fucking hurt.

You were talking to Usopp, but he didn’t care. He just took your wrist, grunting out a gruff, “We need to talk.” You protested but he kept pulling you until you were behind the house you were in.

You finally pulled your wrist free, “Zoro what the hell—“

“No you what the hell (name). What’s your problem?” Straight to the point. He was pissed, and all he wanted was you. He needed you to get over whatever it was that was making act distant, so he needed answers immediately.

“I don’t think we should have sex anymore.”

But he wasn’t expecting that.

You must’ve seen a hundred emotions play in his eyes. Mostly anger, frustration, hurt. Yeah, he looked hurt, more so than you imagined. He shook his head, looking at you with disbelief and brows deeply furrowed, more so than usual, “What?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Why did you say that? Take it back. Tell him you missed him. Tell you’re so stupidly in love past the point of no-return.

But instead you began, “We haven’t seen each other in a while, and—“

“Because you chose to save that pervert shit head.”

“Can I say my piece?” and he let you, silently waiting for you to explain, “I just… I know my worth, and I’m not just going to wait around and be an easy fuck whenever it’s convenient for you.”

Is that what you thought? He looked offended, “Do you seriously believe I’m using you like that?”

Your heart quickened as your pout deepend, “Don’t patronize me Zoro. I see how you let that girl cling to you, and how you’re so eager to protect her. I don’t care if you’ve caught feelings for her or what, but I don't want to wait around just to be another body to your count.”

“So this is about Hiyori. What do you expect of me? If you haven’t noticed, people are trying to kill her and she can’t fight for herself. Quit being childish and jealous.”

Now you were pissed, and physically nauseous, and all you wanted to do was throw something at him but all you had were your bitter words, “I know you slept with her asshole.”

A wave of shock washed over his face before he put the pieces together, “Brook.”

“Yeah, Brook,” you felt the stinging sensation in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry. Not in front of Zoro, not for Zoro. But as soon as you turned he caught your wrist, but you stayed facing away from him.

“She crawled next to me when I was already asleep, without my permission, but that’s all that happened— just sleep, no sex.”

By the absoluteness in his tone, you knew it was the truth. He has no reason to lie, but that didn’t stop the thoughts of them together from corrupting your mind. Still faced away from him, with slow tears finding their way to the ground, “Does she mean something to you?”

“Not like you do.”

“Look at me,” He turned you to him, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands, thumbing the tears off of your soft, moonlit features.

He wanted to say it, the feelings that he felt long before Sabaody. The words that played at the edge of his lips whenever his mind clouded with bliss, buried cock deep as you squeezed so perfectly around him, for him. The amount of times he wanted to tell you what you truly meant to him always overshadowed the doubts of you leaving if he ever let his feelings known. Though, he thought you had to have known. He thought it was obvious in his actions, but you clearly had no clue. Zoro needed you to know exactly what he felt for you, but words were tricky. So he confessed in the way he knew best.

He kissed you, not in the fast, heated way before he claimed you. It was slow, deep, he imprinted the taste of his tongue on yours.

When you parted, you laughed, but it came out as a sob, allowing yourself the full cry your body so painfully yearned.

“Ah jeez,” he wiped away the new tears, but they didn’t relent, “Why are you crying?”

“Cause, stupid swordsman, I—“

Tell him.

“I love you.”

His eyes snapped to yours.

“Say that again.”

“Stupid swordsman.”

He pouted, “Not that—“

“I love you.”

He moved against your lips with more fervor and urgency, translating the hidden words he felt so deeply in his being, holding you as close he possibly could.

tag list: @ochizokulevy @luffydono