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.


Size(A Charlotte Katakuri Lemon)

Damn. I thought to myself as I squinted at the numbers again. I was just barely over one fourth of his height. No wonder people talked and disapproved of us. I sighed again and threw the piece of paper and pencil I had been using down. It was ridiculous. I was just barely five foot one and half inches, and he stood almost seventeen feet tall. I was small compared to most people on Totto Land, but this was something else.

I had never really noticed the difference in our heights too much. At least that was until one of his little sister, Flampe, pointed out how odd we looked together and how I wasn’t good enough for her favourite older brother. Katakuri and I had been dating for about two years now. He was very nervous when he brought me to meet his family because he felt they would make fun of me. Some of them did. Big Mom had been passive about our relationship as long as Katakuri still maintained order and was loyal to her and their family.

I was brought out of my pitiful thoughts by large hands on my hips that pulled me upwards and then back down, no longer onto the couch I had been sitting on, but rather onto a lap I had grown accustom to.

“Welcome back.” I smiled up at my boyfriend who in turn pulled down his scarf to show me his captivating mouth pulled into a genuine smile. Before he leaned down and placed a kiss atop my head.

“How was the mission you were on?” I asked, turning around in his lap to face him. I straddled him like I usually do. His legs were crossed, so my thighs were spread wide apart in order for my feet to hit the couch on either side of him. My entire torso was pressed against his stomach as I stared straight up at him.

“Successful.” He said shortly and leaned down again to capture my mouth in a short but sweet kiss, “Those worst generation bastards didn’t know what hit them once Smoothie and I got there. But enough about that. I don’t want to think about those things anymore.”

I smiled and nodded, leaning more into him to hear his heart beat. He wrapped one arm around me to hold me against him. And in this one simple action, the thought once again struck me.

“Katakuri?” I asked quietly, looking up at the much larger man.

He hummed down at me, the smile still on his face.

“Am I too small?” I asked finally, not sure how else to phrase it.

“What are you talking about?” He almost demanded, the smile on his face gone. He was dead serious now.

I let a sigh out before speaking, deciding now would be the best time to let all of my worries, doubts and concerns loose.

“I’m barely just more a quarter your height.” I started, “People have been talking in whispers about us being together with our height differences. Your siblings aren’t too gung-ho about us either. Some of your sisters have even stated that you can do better than me. I don’t doubt it because you are you, but it. All these things just make me feel even more insignificant next to you. I know I’m small. It’s been apparent to me ever since I was a kid. But now I just feel miniscule. And I don’t want your reputation tarnished because of me.”

Only a short moment passed before the arm the was at my back moved down towards my butt and lifted me up towards the larger man.

“I like your size.” He told me softly with a smile that make all my worries and doubts disappear, “People talk, let them. My family can be rather fickle at times too so don’t let them bother you. If I thought I could do better, sugar, I wouldn’t be with you. You’re the only one I’m not afraid of showing my face to. You accept me. And don’t ever feel insignificant, after all that saying goes: behind every strong man is an even stronger woman.”

I looked away from him, a smile on my face. I felt so silly for all those thoughts. He would always accept me, despite my size.

I let out a squeal in surprise and his arm had moved without me realizing and was replaced my both his hands on my rear.

“Do I need to show you how much I actually do care about you again, Sky?” He asked, his hot breath tickling my face, “You know I have no problem doing that.”

“A-aren’t you tired after your mission?” I asked flustered as he then started massaging my butt.

“I always have energy for you.” He teased, leaning down to capture my mouth in a long, heated kiss. It was hard and there was a lot of passion in it, but like usual his teeth never once drew any blood from my lips. He was always careful.

He started to slowly slide himself down on the couch so he was laying on it, me sprawled out on his build chest. While he was doing that, his hands moved from my ass to my tights where he massaged and rubbed them. He was so good at it, I couldn’t stop the moan coming out as he layed all the way down.  That gave him the best access to my mouth. We both explored each other’s mouths like we had countless times before. It was only when I felt his hands go from my thighs to my lower back, pushing my shirt up to start rubbing my back did the kissing stop momentarily.

I sat up, breaking the kiss, I was now seated on his chest staring down at him, into his beautiful crimson eyes.

“Gloves.” Was all I could breath as I groped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it carelessly around the room. I then reached between my modest chest and unclasped my bra, tossing that haphazardly aswell.

Katakuri had removed his gloves and scarf at this point, reaching up to massage my chest. I let out another moan, and reddened more than I normally would have. Everything about me was small compared to other humans, yet he never seemed to mind.

His hands then moved to my back and pushed me forward a little. It was only now that his sharp teeth would ever graze skin. As he kissed, sucked, and gently nipped at my chest and torso, causing me immense pleasure and leaving his own marks. I let out more moans as he kissed his way down my stomach to my belly button. At which point I lifted up my skirt with a reddened face to reveal to him my lacy panties. A seductive smirk spread across his face as he hooked a finger under the waistband and pulled them off in one movement. My seating position had changed aswell.

I moaned loudly as he licked at his already wet folds. I turned even redder. I was sitting on his face now. His strong arms holding me in place by my calves, that he  massaged as he reeked havoc on my clit. His large teeth grazed against my lower lips, causing me to shudder. I looked down at him, and he held my brown eyes in a lust filled gaze.

It was just like him. I thought. Making direct eye contact while eating me out to make me even hotter.

I let out another loud moan as he changed tactics from licking at my clit to sucking on it. There was already a tightness building up in my stomach, this only made it tighter. I knew I was close. And so did Katakuri.

I wanted to reach down and play with myself as well, just to hurry this along. But I had learned from experience that this was the quickest road to release. Any attempt to interrupt Katakuri now would result in teasing, and a possible lack of release until he was ready.

I hunched over him, moaning and panting just wishing I could find a release now. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as he gave it to me.

“Katakuri.” I moaned as I came down from my high.

He tucked some on my black hair behind my ear before he kissed my lips passionately as he slowly started to raise himself up into a lounging position.

“Do you understand how special you are to me now, Sky?” He asked as he pulled away and licked his lips.

I nodded, closing me eyes. He always made it clear how much he cared for me. That’s why I was the only person who could see him on his back, who could get him to be on his back.

“I don’t think you do.” He grinned, bordering sadism at the moment as he slid me down his strong chest again until I was actually on his lap. One of his hands was on my thigh, the other cradling his head.

The hand on my thigh left there and appeared before my mouth, all but forcing two fingers in there.

“How often do I need to tell you how beautiful you are?” He asked me as I began to suck his fingers.

“I guess it’s not nearly often enough if you’re doubting what we have.” He said more to himself, even though his crimson eyes were fixed on my brown ones. Making me feel even hotter because I was sucking on his fingers, knowing what was going to come next.

“Don’t worry though, sugar. I’ll make sure there’s never going to be anymore doubt in your mind about how I feel about you.” He smiled gently at me this time and removed his fingers from my mouth.

I shuttered in anticipation as his hand moved down to my still wet and sensitive clit. I didn’t break eye contact this time as he slowly inserted one long, skilled didget into me. I moaned again as he twirled it around inside me.

Before I knew it I was a mess of moans and mews, and that was even before he added in a second and then eventual third fingers into me. Despite the haze of pure pleasure, I knew he was just doing this to prepare me. And that thought only made my arousal grow with the coil building up inside me.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and moaned his name as I came hard on his hand.

Despite my heavy breathing, I still made out the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Something then sprung out of his pants, sitting hard and flush against my back side. I reached between my legs to try to stroke it, but was stopped by the man himself and raised up slightly.

“Relax, Sky.” He said to me sweetly.

I was still in a bit of a haze due to my previous orgasms so I could really only do as he told me.

Painfully slowly did he lower me down onto his shaft. If I had to guess at the times I had seen it, I would say we was average size but considering he was more than three times my size there was no way he would ever be able fit all the way to hilt inside me.

I leaned forward so my hands were supported by his muscular abdomen and lowered myself down so the head of the member was completely lost inside me.

I heard a breathy moan escape his lips. I took that as my que to lift myself up slightly more and fall down slightly on his cock again. Shallow and slow, with moans escaping both of us the friction was amazing. And when he gripped my hips and helped to roll them in a circular motion it was only mere minutes before I came again, harder than the times before this. Katakuri wasn’t too far behind me, blowing his load inside of me before I fell forward onto his chest completely spent.

He pulled me up his body a little further and cradled me against his chest so I could feel his heart beat again.

“You’re a pervert.” I huffed out and looked up at him.

“And why’s that?” He smirked down at me.

“You like how small I am.”

He could only laugh at that while I curled up a little better on his chest.

“Maybe that’s one of the reasons.” He teased back, “Same as why you like me this much.”


Trafalgar Law Baby Daddy(Sequel to ‘The Captain And The Cook’)

I rubbed my face as I sat up on the deck with most of the crew. It was a bright sunny day and we were finally above the water. Everyone was having a good time. Well, almost everyone.

I was feeling pretty sick lately, but managed to pass it off as drowsiness. I had been tired a lot more lately, excessive cravings for fish, I was running a little late on my period as well.

Sickness washed over me as I attempted to keep the contents of my stomach down. It was failed as I shot up and spun around emptying my last meal out into the ocean.

Bepo rushed over to help me worried of what was wrong. The rest of the crew was yelling in discussion of what could be wrong. And in the midst of all this excitement, non of us noticed our captain come up from below deck.

I spit in an attempt to clean my mouth, but still had a bitter taste. I stood up right and wiped my mouth.

“Aiden-san?” Bepo asked, “Are you alright now?”

I nodded, “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“It might be.” Greige, the navigator said, “You’ve been sleeping more than you usually have, been eating less, and now this.”

I whistled, “Better tell captain to move over, there’s a new doctor on ship.” I said and rolled my eyes, “You noticed all that, now what’s wrong with me?”

“How the hell should I know?!” He demanded, “You’re the only girl on this ship! Isn’t something to do with your time of the month.”

“For your information, no.” I hissed back at him putting my hands firmly on my hips, “All of this has been unusual for my period. But at the same time, you’re so grossed out by it you don’t wanna hear about it, do you!”

“Then why bring it up?” He seethed, ready to run away if need be. I was a respectable fighter that could take him any day.

“Aiden.” Captain spoke, we all froze.

“H-hai.” I squeaked, almost shocked. Was he mad I didn’t tell him anything about this earlier? Would he punish me like he did last time? I hope so. What if he sends me in shambles and gets a new cook? He wouldn’t do that he loves you. Now shut up and listen!

He didn’t say anything just motioned for me to follow him. I did, hurriedly. He led me down to the infirmary.

“Sit down.” He ordered.

I did instantly. I was worried he was going to mad at me.

“Symptoms?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of tools.

“Drowsiness, cravings, headaches, and now nausea.” I told him.

He nodded, “Anything else I should be aware of?” He asked sitting in front of me taking my blood pressure.

I blushed a little, and he looked at me closely.

“Aiden.” He questioned.

“It’s nothing really.”I said, “It’s more so something to do with our environment, or new fish or something.”

“Aiden.” He repeated and made me look at him.

“I’m late.” I whispered. I had to say no more. He understood. His hands slipped from my chin and arm, his face looked down.

I bit my lip wondering what was happening.

He then looked up at me smiling wide.

“C-captain?” I asked.

He stood up and pulled me close to him.

“You’re pregnant, Aiden.” He whispered in my ear, “You’re carrying my child. I love you.”

My eyes started to water as I pulled him closer and buried my head in his chest.

“Wonder what the crew’s gonna say.” I mumbled.

“Who cares?” he asked.

I smiled. Everything would be more than alright.

Eight and a half months later——->>>>>>>>

Well, we told the crew and needless to say they were ecstatic about it. Between both my and our captain’s glares as they were about to protest, who wouldn’t be happy?

I was sitting out on the deck in the sun with the crew. I was munching on berries, and Bepo was rubbing my ginormous tummy trying to feel the baby kick.

“Come on little captain, kick for Bepo-san.”

I smiled and looked around. It was a normal day. Until, I felt such a large amount of pain wash over me. I leaned forward and clutched my stomach.

“Aiden?” Bepo asked.

“Get Law.” I breathed as more pain came over me like it did.

Within seconds I was laying on the bed in the infirmary, Bepo telling me it was going to be alright and captain was going to make sure everything was okay. Law was getting ready or this birth. I was trying to breath as the contractions became more intense.

Four hours and many curses later—->>>>

I held a beautiful baby girl in my arms as her father washed his hands. She had her daddy’s dark hair and my green eyes.

I couldn’t believe something so beautiful came from something so painful. But as the saying goes, every rose has its thorns.

“So, the moment of truth.” Law said sitting next to me, I had long since stopped calling him captain over his request. It was now a word reserved for the bedroom.

“What do you want to name her?” I asked staring up at him.

He thought for a moment.

“What was that flower you loved s much again?” He asked.

I was stunned, “Camilia?” I asked.

He nodded, “Trafalgar Camilia.” he said.

I looked down at the bundle of joy I was holding.

“Trafalgar Camilia?” I said out loud, “I like it. It rolls off the tongue.”

He chuckled deeply and took our Camilia from my arms.

“Sleep my love.” He told my and caressed my cheek. I smiled and gently coaxed into a deep sleep.

Fast forward seven years——->>>>>>>

“Why not?” Camilia whined holding her stuffed bunny to her chest.

“You’ll to be trained in the proper ways first.” Law said turning the page in his paper waiting for breakfast.

“But, but mama always says the bast way to improve in something is to try, right?” She asked.

Law sighed and put his paper down to look at the little girl.

She had short choppy hair like her mothers, but it was dark like his, her eyes were bright green and pleading for an answer.

“Next time there’s an open heart surgery I’ll alow you to watch, but you will in no way take part.” He said firmly.

“What about handing you scalpels?” She continued to pester.

“Keep that up and I wont let you watch.” He said and went back to his paper, “What about becoming a chief like your mother?”

“Face facts, Law,” I said coming out with dishes full of hot breakfast, “Ever since she first saw you fight all those marines, Camilia decided to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a surgeon. Can you not deal with it?”

“I still love you mama.” She said and smiled up at me.

“I know.” I smiled down and placed a hand on her head, “I just want you to know how to cook well enough so you know what to do when you’re on your own.”

She giggled, “I will.”

I nodded, “Let her watch, and if she’s exceptional until that point she can assist, if even in cleaning up.”

He was about to open his mouth and protest.

“Please, Law, just humor me.” I begged.

“I wanna see Daddy do a trick to!” Camilia cheered.

We all couldn’t help but face palm, smiling in the process of just how opposite she was of both her parents.