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dethoratsPrompt: Chopper/Zoro fluff that leads to porn.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Chopper/Zoro
Word Count: 1,291
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
Fall had always been Zoro’s favorite time of year. The temperature was perfect for napping in the sun without boiling his brain and the plants weren’t in the midst of a pollen frenzy that sometimes made him sneeze hard enough to roust him from slumber. Up until that point, the Straw-Hat crew had never encountered a fall-type island but for once fate smiled upon them and that particular stretch of the Grand Line. Auctumber was a vast landmass in comparison to some of their previous stops and its weather belt extended out over the ocean for miles. Nami knew immediately when the Sunny entered its sphere of influence despite the fact that Usopp couldn’t catch the slightest glimpse of the place even with the highest setting of his goggles engaged. Predictable weather meant the small band of pirates could relax a bit and Zoro, notoriously lazy following lunch, flopped down on the aft deck for a nap to only a few half-hearted complaints.
The breeze was cool, a crisp edge to it that carried the promise of ripe apples and leafy pageantry, but the sun had warmed the patch of deck Zoro had chosen for his own. Light lay over him like a blanket, the comfortable layer of heat the perfect contrast to the winds that filled the sails and stirred his hair and the grass alike. The swordsman slept in peace as shadows grew and moved, a small smile gracing his usually stern face. His nakama went about their usual afternoon business, walking around him or leaping over him or accidentally-on-purpose stepping on him but Zoro never even cracked an eyebrow at the occasional din or heavy tread.
Chopper in contrast wasn’t quite so at ease. There was something about the way the wind ruffled his fur or held a hint of some scent he couldn’t place that made him feel twitchy, like he going to shed maybe although that hadn’t happened since he ate the devil’s fruit. All of his senses felt heightened and at the same time muffled, like he was could hear things happening in the crow’s nest but couldn’t properly smell the cinnamon-spice tea that Sanji brought out for Robin and Nami as the three of them sat reading in the pleasant sunshine. He grew restless as the afternoon wore on, unable to concentrate on his text and wriggling in his seat until Nami rather pointedly suggested he find an activity to help him get rid of some of his energy.
The fur along his back felt like Luffy had been licking him in his sleep again, all ruffled the wrong way, and Chopper wandered off completely out of sorts and with little idea of what was wrong or how to fix it. He listened to Usopp for a while but even the most thrilling of the sniper’s tales couldn’t keep hold his focus. Luffy and Brooke were enjoying the skeleton’s music but Chopper didn’t have the patience to sit still and listen. Finally he headed for the rear of the ship, following the traces his nose could find of Zoro more or less on instinct. The swordsman had always been there for him whenever something was wrong, gruff words or silent presence more comforting than they should have been. The reindeer man found Zoro curled loosely on his side, traces of a smile still on his face. Shadows were spreading as the sun grew lower in the sky. It was the perfect excuse; after all, the ship’s doctor couldn’t let any of his nakama catch a chill. Chopper nestled in close along Zoro’s back, snuggling his face into the worn white shirt, and fell asleep, reassured by the familiar warmth and smells of the older pirate.
Soft breath against the back of his neck woke the swordsman a few hours later. Evening had arrived and chased all but the last rays of sun away but Zoro wasn’t in the least affected by the dropping temperature. Heat radiated from the body plastered against his back, from the large arm that careful fingertips soon ascertained was indeed Chopper and not Franky like Zoro had first mildly feared. Chopper almost never slept in his most human form, or spent much time in it at all since he was more comfortable in his mixed state. But growing alertness revealed a possible explanation. Something hard was pressing into the seam of Zoro’s pants. Experimentally, Zoro shifted away and was almost instantly pulled back, a murmur of sound tickling at his hairline. The situation was...unexpected to say the least. Chopper stirred, pushing at him, and the answering throb in Zoro’s groin made him decide to stay, see what would happen.
He felt good, better than he had before his nap, but still a little tense. Remaining fairly groggy, it took Chopper a few moments to realize what was happening. He’d changed forms in his sleep before but it hadn’t happened for a long time. As for the pressure in his shorts, it felt better – much better – when he rubbed it against the warm weight pressed to him. It was only afterwards that the doctor realized what he had done, what had to be happening, and he jerked away from Zoro with a little squeak of alarm. Before he had managed to get more than a few inches away, the swordsman turned over and pinned him in place through the sheer intensity of his eyes.
“Hold still, Chopper,” Zoro said and Chopper was too mortified and frightened to disobey.
Zoro edged towards him, their gazes still locked, and Chopper didn’t dare move as the swordsman carefully moved to lay flush against him. The doctor could feel warmth radiating from Zoro, both in terms of body heat and from the gentling expression in his eyes as he pressed his hips forward. THAT felt even better than the last time, pleasure sparking through Chopper and nearly distracting him from what all he’d felt. But there was no denying the answering pressure digging into his hip.
“Z-Zoro?”
A grin, almost as wild as the one he wore in battle, flashed across the swordsman’s face. “Hmm, good thing I feel up to a challenge.”
“Wha…what? Zoro, what’re…”
Zoro rolled away, stretching once in a way that drew Chopper’s attention to the line of his body and the way the fabric grew taut across his pelvis, and then got to his feet. He walked over to the doctor, lips quirked up in a smile that Chopper couldn’t quite read, and stretched out his hand. “C’mon. Let’s go take care of you for a change.”
A thousand questions, worries, and denials died on the tip of Chopper’s tongue as he caught hold of the strong tan hand. Zoro always looked out for him and Chopper needed that now, confused as he was. Too, he WANTED, almost consumed with it as Zoro tugged him to his feet and shot him a look that raked him from head to toe.
“O-okay.”
Franky had built a multitude of stairways and doors into the Sunny and for once Zoro was grateful for the maze the shipwright seemed to have made of the ship. They could slip away unnoticed by nosy nakama. He bent over to grasp the handle of the door, smirking as Chopper – remembering the swordsman’s advice to be confident in his strength as a man – pressed up against his rear. When Sanji came to call them for dinner later, Zoro told him to fuck off. There was a tenseness, a quality of tightness, to the shitty swordsman’s voice but it didn’t quite match the pained tone he’d heard at various times in the past. Sanji cussed him out and grudgingly put two plates aside for later.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Chopper/Zoro
Word Count: 1,291
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
Fall had always been Zoro’s favorite time of year. The temperature was perfect for napping in the sun without boiling his brain and the plants weren’t in the midst of a pollen frenzy that sometimes made him sneeze hard enough to roust him from slumber. Up until that point, the Straw-Hat crew had never encountered a fall-type island but for once fate smiled upon them and that particular stretch of the Grand Line. Auctumber was a vast landmass in comparison to some of their previous stops and its weather belt extended out over the ocean for miles. Nami knew immediately when the Sunny entered its sphere of influence despite the fact that Usopp couldn’t catch the slightest glimpse of the place even with the highest setting of his goggles engaged. Predictable weather meant the small band of pirates could relax a bit and Zoro, notoriously lazy following lunch, flopped down on the aft deck for a nap to only a few half-hearted complaints.
The breeze was cool, a crisp edge to it that carried the promise of ripe apples and leafy pageantry, but the sun had warmed the patch of deck Zoro had chosen for his own. Light lay over him like a blanket, the comfortable layer of heat the perfect contrast to the winds that filled the sails and stirred his hair and the grass alike. The swordsman slept in peace as shadows grew and moved, a small smile gracing his usually stern face. His nakama went about their usual afternoon business, walking around him or leaping over him or accidentally-on-purpose stepping on him but Zoro never even cracked an eyebrow at the occasional din or heavy tread.
Chopper in contrast wasn’t quite so at ease. There was something about the way the wind ruffled his fur or held a hint of some scent he couldn’t place that made him feel twitchy, like he going to shed maybe although that hadn’t happened since he ate the devil’s fruit. All of his senses felt heightened and at the same time muffled, like he was could hear things happening in the crow’s nest but couldn’t properly smell the cinnamon-spice tea that Sanji brought out for Robin and Nami as the three of them sat reading in the pleasant sunshine. He grew restless as the afternoon wore on, unable to concentrate on his text and wriggling in his seat until Nami rather pointedly suggested he find an activity to help him get rid of some of his energy.
The fur along his back felt like Luffy had been licking him in his sleep again, all ruffled the wrong way, and Chopper wandered off completely out of sorts and with little idea of what was wrong or how to fix it. He listened to Usopp for a while but even the most thrilling of the sniper’s tales couldn’t keep hold his focus. Luffy and Brooke were enjoying the skeleton’s music but Chopper didn’t have the patience to sit still and listen. Finally he headed for the rear of the ship, following the traces his nose could find of Zoro more or less on instinct. The swordsman had always been there for him whenever something was wrong, gruff words or silent presence more comforting than they should have been. The reindeer man found Zoro curled loosely on his side, traces of a smile still on his face. Shadows were spreading as the sun grew lower in the sky. It was the perfect excuse; after all, the ship’s doctor couldn’t let any of his nakama catch a chill. Chopper nestled in close along Zoro’s back, snuggling his face into the worn white shirt, and fell asleep, reassured by the familiar warmth and smells of the older pirate.
Soft breath against the back of his neck woke the swordsman a few hours later. Evening had arrived and chased all but the last rays of sun away but Zoro wasn’t in the least affected by the dropping temperature. Heat radiated from the body plastered against his back, from the large arm that careful fingertips soon ascertained was indeed Chopper and not Franky like Zoro had first mildly feared. Chopper almost never slept in his most human form, or spent much time in it at all since he was more comfortable in his mixed state. But growing alertness revealed a possible explanation. Something hard was pressing into the seam of Zoro’s pants. Experimentally, Zoro shifted away and was almost instantly pulled back, a murmur of sound tickling at his hairline. The situation was...unexpected to say the least. Chopper stirred, pushing at him, and the answering throb in Zoro’s groin made him decide to stay, see what would happen.
He felt good, better than he had before his nap, but still a little tense. Remaining fairly groggy, it took Chopper a few moments to realize what was happening. He’d changed forms in his sleep before but it hadn’t happened for a long time. As for the pressure in his shorts, it felt better – much better – when he rubbed it against the warm weight pressed to him. It was only afterwards that the doctor realized what he had done, what had to be happening, and he jerked away from Zoro with a little squeak of alarm. Before he had managed to get more than a few inches away, the swordsman turned over and pinned him in place through the sheer intensity of his eyes.
“Hold still, Chopper,” Zoro said and Chopper was too mortified and frightened to disobey.
Zoro edged towards him, their gazes still locked, and Chopper didn’t dare move as the swordsman carefully moved to lay flush against him. The doctor could feel warmth radiating from Zoro, both in terms of body heat and from the gentling expression in his eyes as he pressed his hips forward. THAT felt even better than the last time, pleasure sparking through Chopper and nearly distracting him from what all he’d felt. But there was no denying the answering pressure digging into his hip.
“Z-Zoro?”
A grin, almost as wild as the one he wore in battle, flashed across the swordsman’s face. “Hmm, good thing I feel up to a challenge.”
“Wha…what? Zoro, what’re…”
Zoro rolled away, stretching once in a way that drew Chopper’s attention to the line of his body and the way the fabric grew taut across his pelvis, and then got to his feet. He walked over to the doctor, lips quirked up in a smile that Chopper couldn’t quite read, and stretched out his hand. “C’mon. Let’s go take care of you for a change.”
A thousand questions, worries, and denials died on the tip of Chopper’s tongue as he caught hold of the strong tan hand. Zoro always looked out for him and Chopper needed that now, confused as he was. Too, he WANTED, almost consumed with it as Zoro tugged him to his feet and shot him a look that raked him from head to toe.
“O-okay.”
Franky had built a multitude of stairways and doors into the Sunny and for once Zoro was grateful for the maze the shipwright seemed to have made of the ship. They could slip away unnoticed by nosy nakama. He bent over to grasp the handle of the door, smirking as Chopper – remembering the swordsman’s advice to be confident in his strength as a man – pressed up against his rear. When Sanji came to call them for dinner later, Zoro told him to fuck off. There was a tenseness, a quality of tightness, to the shitty swordsman’s voice but it didn’t quite match the pained tone he’d heard at various times in the past. Sanji cussed him out and grudgingly put two plates aside for later.
