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The Heat of Battle

Summary: Zoro happens to get you two lost on the search for alcohol but there's a temptation he finds himself craving much more. If only he picked a better time and place...

Word Count: 2.3k

Stuff in There: established relationship between Zoro and reader, Zoro ooc most likely, gets suggestive towards the end

A/N: After seeing episode 1046 followed with several hours of TikTok edits of him in that episode I just needed to write him in his bandanna... I was planning on just making this a nsfw piece but I realized this build up was super long so this might be a 2 parter if motivation returns to me.

“Zoro, if you haven’t noticed this is not the port!” You holler over the sound of gunshots and metal clashing. Quickly you glanced at him over your shoulder while kicking a man wearing loose leather and fur gear in the chest sending him flying. “No shit Sherlock.” Zoro grunts in response, his voice muffled with Wado in his mouth. Shunsui and Sandai prairie an incoming sword attack from an upcoming opponent wearing a similar attire.

You clicked your tongue, an equally sarcastic remark right at the tip of it but you decide to take out your frustration on the unruly looking man swinging a club in your direction. The force of your weapon swinging in his direction broke the club and likely a few of his ribs from the force. Right at impact you felt the weight of Zoro’s gaze directed at you. Like the brawl before you, the motions are brief. By the time your eyes flicker to him, his attention has moved on to the next opponent. 

As soon as your opponent tumbles over there was a figure running towards Zoro in your peripheral vision and it looked like they were aiming for his back. “I knew mountain bandits played dirty but I didn’t think you’d stoop that low!” You scold, launching your weapon towards them, hitting their stomach, causing them to topple over before they could land a blow to Zoro’s back. One by one the bodies of the ruffians started to fall like the leaves in autumn.