beloved daughter of the sea

envy of a chef

yall these mf's whipped af

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"Get the hell out of here! You're an eyesore!" Nami pointed her staff at the group.

"Goodbye."

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Luffy closed his eyes, and fell backwards.

"L-luffy?!" you exclaimed, worried for his well being.

Sure you saw him fall back, but you just assumed he was winding back for something, not that he was going to fall flat on his back?!

But his position almost looked... comfortable?

"I'm going to sleep."

Yosaku and Johnny regained their wits before anyone else and crowded around luffy.

"SLEEP?!"

"At a time like this!? In the middle of the road?"

Your captain responded nonchalantly, as if there was no urgency in the situation, "well i'm pretty tired. I'm not gonna butt into their affairs. I'm not interested, but I'm not leaving either. Night."

Welp. your captain said what he said, and you were pretty sure that it would be impossible to change his mind considering his personality.

You looked between the two, nami and luffy. They were complete opposites in expression, even though their situations were completely wrong. Luffy was supposed to be panicked as he was being hunted, and Nami was the one that was supposed to have a clear head considering she was in no danger at all.

But regardless of that, Nami held a terrified look, and tried hiding it with anger, a trick you had seen many of the troubled kids at camp do.

"Fine! Whatever! Just go ahead and die!" the navigator turned tail and ran, presumably back to arlong.

Looking back at Luffy, who looked more like an immovable mountain at this point, you just sighed and made your way over to the trunk of a nearby tree and sat down. Then, closing your eyes, you relaxed.

But soon after that, the already dim light filtering through your eyelids became dimmer. Frowning with your eyes still closed, you groaned, "what happened to the sun?"

"y/n."

Zoro?

Opening your eyes, you were confronted with the vision of Zoro leaning over you, his large frame being the thing that blocked out the sun.

"Zoro? What do you need?"

Silently, he just pointed at your lap.

It took a few seconds of mental gymnastics before you figured out what the stoic man wanted and voiced it, "do you want to lay on my la-whoa!"

Without letting you finish your sentence. Zoro took your question as confirmation and let his head fall straight into your lap, doing nothing else but just looking up at your face.

So he was this kind of person...

You chuckled at his childishness and raised a hand to ruffle through his hair. The appearance of his moss-like hair was deceiving and it actually felt incredibly soft as you ran your fingers through them.

The swordsman subconsciously grumbled in pleasure, further leaning into your hand to continue the 'head massage', it was almost comical.

The rhythmic petting and comforting pressure on your lap soon lulled you into a state of calm.

Your hands stilled, your head leaning forward, your back lightly knocking against the trunk of the tree. your heartbeat slowed, and you slipped into dream space.