When You’re Ready(Roronoa Zoro One Shot)


The rhythmic clink of metal on metal rang out on the ship as someone trained. It was pretty loud as it eclipsed the clinks of my work with my pistols.

I was taking them apart and cleaning them, or at least that’s what I was pretending to do. I was actually watching a certain green haired man train. The strong sunlight was causing him to sweat even more profusely, all of it was running down  his sculpted abdomen, teasing me.

“Rei?” My gaze snapped from in front of me to my left where Usopp was trying to talk to me, “Are you seriously still cleaning those things?” He teased.

My face heated up a little bit at his words.

“What’s going on, man?” He asked.

I shrugged before responding, “My mind’s just been else where, okay?”

“Thinking about your next masterpiece?” Usopp nudged me.

I felt my face heat up as I growled, “Yes.”

“Tell me about it, please!” Usopp begged.

“No, you’ll see it when it’s done.” I told him turning back to the task at hand. I was the artist on the Straw Hat crew. I loved it, and I was more than happy to show people my art work… when it was finished. It was only ever when I had a work in progress was I hesitant to share with anyone. And, of course, Usopp wanted to see it at all stages.

“But I wanna see it now!” Usopp exclaimed and tried to reach for the sketchbook I had beside me.

I snatched it before his grubby fingers could even graze the cover.

“No!” I yelled, clutching the book to my chest, “You can see it when it’s done!”

“But, Rei!” Usopp whined.

“Usopp, leave him alone.” Zoro snarled to the long nosed man on my behalf.

“Oh, come one, Zoro. Don’t you wanna see what Rei’s been working on long into the night?” The black haired boy teased.

The swordsman set down his massive weight and turned to look at the two of us. My face flushed even further getting the full view of his chest and stomach, with that sexy scar across it all.

“Leave him alone, he’ll show it to us when he’s ready. Until then, knock it off.” He snarled.

Usopp laughed as he backed away from me and, more importantly, my sketchbook.

“Come on, it was teasing, it was teasing! I would never want to see your work before it’s done! Come on, you know me!” He then laughed more and took off to another place in the ship.

I sighed and relaxed, allowing my sketchbook in my arms to fall to my lap instead of the vice grip I had it in.

“Thanks.” I smiled up at the swordsman.

Zoro smiled down at me as he wipped his forehead with a towel he had draped around his neck, “No problem, your art work is yours to release when you’re ready.”

I felt my smile widen even more as I looked down at the black cover of my sketch book. Before setting it to the side and turning my attention back to my pistols.

To my light dismay Zoro was putting his weights away, he was done with training today.

I sighed slightly and began my assembly.  Deciding that when I was done I would go up to the crow’s nest and draw. I liked it up there.

I hummed to myself as I made charcoal lines along the mostly blank page. My latest ‘masterpiece’ was not what everyone thought. While I would usually draw the crew together, or doing interesting things, or scenes from some of the previous adventures that we’d been on; this one was different.

This one was something I couldn’t hold in anymore, it was a charcoal drawing of Roronoa Zoro. His long, green coat was off one of his arms mostly exposing his chest and abdomen and the scar along it. His dark green bandanna was on his head, casting a shadow over his steely eyes giving him a predatory and sexy look about him. One of his swords, Shusui, was completely unsheathed and he was holding it across his body in a downward angle. Held close to him, with his other arm wrapped around their frame, was me. A more feminine version of me.

I sighed as I looked over the drawing of myself, I hated it. My face was rounder and nose smaller, eyes larger and I stood shorter than I actually was with a slightly scrawnier figure. My short, messy hair was slightly longer. I tried my best to make myself look like a girl for him here. It didn’t work out though.

Not as thought I was a hyper masculine figure to begin with. I only stood at about five feet six inches. Had very little bulk muscle, it was all made for speed. My dark brown hair was short and messy, curling at awkward angles. My dark eyes were… dark and rather boring. I didn’t have really masculine features but there was no way you could confuse me for a girl even if I tried.

I growled quietly to myself, it would never work out. How could he ever feel the same about you. You’re a boy, he doesn’t like boys. Just look at how he acts around Robin, he’s kind, and with Nami, they’re like an old married couple. And how he acts around the guys? Mostly he’s vaguely interested in their activities but mostly is annoyed by their antics, especially Sanji.

I cursed myself, wishing and praying to whoever could hear me that I could have been born a girl so I could stand some kind of chance with him, or at the very least that I didn’t have these stupid feelings towards him. That he didn’t make me feel the way he did.


I squealed and threw myself onto my sketch book before I whipped around to come face to face with the stupid moss head himself. I felt my face get really hot. He had come over the side of the railing on the crow’s nest, and a million thoughts flooded my mind.

Did he see what I drew? Did he recognize me in the drawing? Did he care? Did he think I was weird? What did he think about it at all? Was he going to throw me off the ship? Was he going to cut me? Was he going to reject me after acknowledging me feelings? What if he makes fun of me?

“Yes?” I squeaked out, seeing a confused look on his face.

“Sorry.” He muttered and turned his head away from me, “I should have called up to you on my climb, I don’t think that was ready to see yet.”

I shook my head furiously.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to calm myself. He thought it was an unfinished piece. He didn’t care.

“Uh, dinner’s done.” He told me.

I nodded and took a deep breath, “Thanks.”

I quickly closed my sketch book, making sure not to let him see the drawing anymore. I stood up and took a step towards the railing waiting for him to start climbing down so I could follow.

He stayed where he was. I cocked my head to the side.

“Something wrong, Zoro?” I asked him.

He turned back to look at me, his face completely serious. I stiffened, did he understand what I drew and was about to lash out at me?

“Yeah, you really need to start seeing yourself the same way I do. You looked pathetic in that drawing compared to what you actually are.” He shot me a smirk.

I was taken aback for a second but recovered quickly, “Excuse me?” I shot at him.

He paused as he was about to climb down, looking at me playfully, “I might need to see that drawing again, but what I thought I saw was me and a crappily drawn you in my arms. You need practice at drawing yourself better.”

I opened and closed my mouth as I stared at him, that same coy smirk on his handsome face.

“What?” He laughed at me, “You didn’t know?”

“Didn’t know what?” I demanded.

“I like you.” He told me.

I felt my face turn into a furnace at his words, “But-but-but, Robin, and N-Nami, you-you-”

“I don’t like either of them.” He told me, “Where’d you even get that idea from?”

“You, just, seemed to act like you did, is all.” I muttered.

He smirked wider at me, “No, why do you think that I always defend your not wanting to show your drawings before you’re ready?”

I looked away and turned my head down. I guess that explains that, I thought.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Zoro said softly, my head shot up to stare at him. That cocky smile still plastered in his handsome features.

I muttered a thanks, averting his gaze again, before he reached forward and grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me forward. I was afraid for a second or two that he was going to smash his mouth onto mine.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked me softly.

“What?” I blinked.

“Are you okay with me kissing you?” He asked me, my eyes widened at his words, “I wont do it if you’re not ready for that sort of thing.”

I shook my head, “I-I’d actually like that.”

He needed nothing more, he pulled me forward lightly and pressed his lips gently onto my own. It was everything that I wanted and more.

Zoro pulled away after a few seconds and smiled genuinely at me.

“Come on.” He urged as he started to descend the ladder, “Before the damn, Ero-cook gives all the food to Luffy because we aren’t there.”

I hurried to follow him down the ladder for dinner, not once for the rest of the evening did the giant smile on my face ever once leave.


Teddy Bear(A Hisagi Shuuhei Love Story Part 12)


A sickening crack followed by a blood curdling scream echoed out through the training grounds. Sobs followed close behind it.

“I know it was you, just admit to it.” Shiai growled to the blubbering girl on the ground.

“I didn’t do anything!” Suki screamed, “Why are you hurting me!?”

“Then who was it?” The pale girl snarled.

“I don’t know! Go ask Aiko!”

“I did. She said it was your idea. Now tell me why.” Shiai demanded.

Suki sobbed for a few moments, ignoring the question. Shiai, nearing the end of her ropes, sighed.

“Alright, we’ll play your game again. Give me your other arm.”

“No!” Suki cried.

“Then why? Tell me.”

“Shuuhei’s a great guy.” The dark haired girl began between sobs, “He’s amazing. And he ignored equally amazing women for your sickly, tomboy, ass. You could never satisfy him the way he deserves! He deserves better, Shiai! And you know it!”

“Maybe he does.” The red eyed girl began coldly, “But he chose me. And I’ll do my damnedest to make sure he’s happy, because that’s what he does for me.”

“You aren’t gonna get away with this.” Suki continued to sob, “You’ll face repercussions for what you’ve done to me!”

“Maybe so.” Shiai shrugged, “But maybe next time you’ll think twice about messing with me. You clearly didn’t get the message the first time around.”

“And daddy’s gonna save you this time?” She spat.

Shiai shrugged again, “I couldn’t care less if he does, that’s his business. What I care about is you stop making drama. I don’t care if you wanna hang out with Shuuhei, he’s allowed to have friends. Just know that he’s off the market and not interested in you. Stealing isn’t nice. And for the record, I’m taking you to the fourth squad barracks. No sense leaving you out here to suffer more than you already have.”

“Don’t touch me!” Suki screamed and started flailing around as best she could to keep Shiai away from her.

The pale girl sighed, “Hard way again it is. Hainawa.”

I sat on top of the 9th squad barracks, quietly strumming a melody on my guitar. I had gotten a lot better at it. Not quite enough to want to share my music with anyone, but enough so that I was confident enough to not hide away in the living world as I practice.

“Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree.” The soft sound of someone singing along with the melody came from behind me. I turned, embarrassed, to see who it was. I relaxed slightly as I saw the familiar red eyes and glowing, pale skin.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked as she walked up next to me.

“I’m not used to playing in front of people.” I admitted.

“Fair enough.” She shrugged, “May I sit?”

I nodded and motioned her next to me. She took it gracefully, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

“So,” She started awkwardly. I knew she wasn’t sure how to start or continue the conversation, and, being honest, neither did I. But I thought saying something might help.

“So, I saw Suki was in the recovery ward, along with Aiko. You tie up the loose ends you wanted to?” Well that was ridiculous, I thought. Of course she tied them up, why else would they be there.

“Yeah,” She admitted sheepishly, “I think I might have gone a little too far. I broke Suki’s arm, and Aiko, from what Unahana-taicho told me, has a lot of internal bleeding. I almost feel bad, like I shouldn’t have, but I honestly don’t regret it. Horrible as that is.”

“You’re just protecting your territory.” I offered.

She looked at me with serious eyes, “You don’t belong to me, Shuuhei. You’re allowed to go out, and have friends, and talk to people. I don’t want to make you feel like you can’t do that because of me, and I don’t want others to think you can’t because of me.”

I shrugged, “People’ll talk and spread rumors regardless of what we do, Red. The people who really know us will know the truth. Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Smooth Shuuhei, real smooth.

She giggled slightly.

Worth it.

“I’m not mad anymore.” She said, her eyes alight and smile genuine. My heart soared hearing that. It had difficult to function knowing she wasn’t happy.

“I shouldn’t even have been before. And I’m sorry. Just,” She paused and shrugged, “Shit happens. It’s no excuse, but, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, “You have no reason to be sorry, Shiai. I’m sorry I put you through that. I know you’ve been hurt before, and, I hurt you again.”

It was her turn to shake her head, “You didn’t hurt me, Shuuhei. You never could. It’s just, I’ve bottles things up since I was a kid. I had no clue how to let them out. And now it seems that it comes out when I don’t want it to, and it directs itself at you.”

“Maybe because you know I can take it?” I shrugged.

She shrugged too, “Can I tell you something really personal?”

The look in her eyes almost killed me. I had always seen a lot of emotion behind them, but never the vulnerability she showed me right then. She never looked like a scared little child in front of me before.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. It took everything in me not to toss my guitar to the side and pull her into a tight hug.

She hesitated for a moment and licked her lips before speaking, “When, I said I was hurt before. I wasn’t talking about a previous boyfriend. You’re actually my first.” She paused again and swallowed, “What I was talking about was, when I was about ten, or so. I-uh, I was walking home from school. This man, picked me up out of no where, brought me to this abandoned wear house, or something. And he, um, he.”

She stopped, her mouth twitching like she couldn’t find words that correctly described what had actually occurred. Her eyes, for the first time since I knew her, were glassy. She took a deep breath to try to steady herself before she continued.

“He hurt you.” I finished for her placing a hand on her shoulder. She just nodded, not wanting to look me in the eye.


“You don’t need to tell me anymore, Shi.” I told her, setting my guitar aside so I could pull her into a hug and stop the tears before they came, “You were trying and that’s what matters. You trust me enough to share those scars with me. It’s difficult, and if it hurts too much to remember then don’t. You’re here now, with me. We’ll make good memories that’ll eclipse the bad ones. You’re with me, and I love you. You don’t have to say anymore.”

She didn’t. She buried her face in my shoulder and held tightly onto me for a long time. It was only after about a minute or so did I realize my shoulder was wet, and she was crying.

She always had to be something else, something tough and capable. She never got the chance, or even the option, to be sweet and innocent. Something in my heart twanged at the thought, but it was soon replaced by burning rage at the thought of what some human did to her. I had the funniest of feelings she wasn’t going to say hurt, beat, or attacked me. But something far more heinous.

“You’re okay, Shiai.” I cooed and rubbed her head, “I have you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Crimson Love(A Renji Yomo Lemon)

My back roughly hit the hard wall as a skilled tongue forced its way into my mouth. My fingers tangled their way into silky blonde hair. Our teeth clashed together as I wrapped my legs around his slim hips, trying desperately to get closer to him.

His hands pulled my shirt open, forcing buttons to fly. We both took a reluctant moment to catch our breaths and stared into each others black and red eyes. We both had our kagune activated from earlier.

A fight, a small injury, and I was covered in blood. It had soaked through my cloths and smeared onto my skin, creating an… interesting contrast to the heat and lust we were both feeling at the moment.

I pushed his jacket off and all but ripped his shirt up over his head. Renji lifted his arms to aid me, I tossed it to the side before running my tongue over his collar bone.  He pulled at and tore the wrappings I wore around my chest while in costume, allowing my modest chest to spring free. He palmed one of my breasts while his other hand was on my ass, massaging that.

I moaned against his pale skin before I bit down, drawing a small amount of blood. It was his turn to moan as I licked it all up. His one hand left my chest and instead tangled into my dark hair, pulling me away from him. He flashed me a shit eating grin before tugging my head back further and attacking my chest with millions of love bites.

I moaned quietly as his sinful mouth worked its magic, and let out a louder one as he actually broke skin on the top of my left breast, drawing blood. Which he happily lapped up before sucking on my nipple.

I panted, getting even hotter and more bothered by the second. If things didn’t proceed soon, I’d go crazy. Without thinking I removed my hands from his hair and reached down to undo his belt and pants, sticking my hands down and rubbing his half hard cock in his pants.

“Amaya.” He growled in my ear.

“Renji.” I matched, “I can’t wait much longer.”

“For someone so patient in everyday life, you certainly are pushy during sex.” He nipped as my neck.

I ground my hips against his as I replied, “Only because you tease me so much.”

“I give you what you want eventually.” He gasped.

“Not soon enough if you ask me.”

Before I knew it my bare chest was pressed against the cold, brick side of the building I had once been pressed against. My back was arched with my ass sticking out towards Renji, who firmly had one hand in between my shoulder blades keeping me pinned against the wall while his other worked on my belt. Then the button on my pants. And then the zipper. Before slowly pulling down my pants and panties halfway down my thighs.

His hand that was on my back moved towards my face.

“Suck.” He commanded.

I grinned as I took two of his didgets in my mouth without question and began suckling for dear, sweet life. All the while I could feel him get harder and harder as his member was partially resting on my ass, waiting patiently for the proper lubricant. The man never wanted to hurt me.

I slowly took in a third and watched the reaction on his face as I turned my head to look at him. The hunger in his red eyes could not be  more evident. And I returned ever last drop.

He finally couldn’t take it anymore and removed his fingers from my mouth, wasting no time he thrust one into me.

I moaned and braced myself against the wall with my arms as he began to finger fuck me. He added another and scissored me to stretch me in order to take his size. He wasn’t unbelievably giant, on the other hand, I was quite small down there. As he added the third finger I felt stretched the point of tearing and whimpered slightly in pain. Soft lips touched my lips as his fingers were removed. I whined at the loss but knew it was only temporary and was about to be replaced by something better.

He lined himself up at my entrance before ramming into me. I moaned in surprise and pleasure, but he was able to fit. Renji stayed like that for a few moments, allowing the time to adjust myself around him.

I nodded and braced myself better against the wall when I was used to his feel. The blonde planted his feet and gripped my hips before starting a killer pace. I moaned out again, the melody of skin slapping on skin and the occasional squelch of sex echoed out in the night air. My core was alight with fire only Renji was capable of bringing out in me, and my chest was ice cold pressed against the building. It was almost too much.

I felt Renji started to pulse inside me, knowing he was close. I had plans to milk him for all he was worth. One of his hands was removed from my hip as he reached around to play with my clit. That sent me over the edge. I was a convulsing, moaning mess as I pushed myself off the wall and into the chest and loving arms of Renji. He came inside me and held me close as I came down from my high.

His right hand drawing little designs along my abdomen. When I looked down, I saw he was actually drawing along my tummy with the still wet blood from my closed wound. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and smiled at him. He smiled at me.

“I love you.” We both said at the same time, before leaning in and meeting for a passionate kiss.