Original characters © Eiichiro Oda. Creative story © shipfiend. Cover art © gg-xx.
Nami watched him through the mirror as he dried off, "Zoro," She said with a toothbrush in a corner of her mouth, "Why is your hair green?"
Zoro stopped and looked over at her, "Cause I dyed it?"
"Yes, I know that, idiot. I have seen the rest of your body and green hair is not natural. But why green?"
Zoro walked over to her and stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, "I…actually don't really know. I guess I like it and it just is. Oh, but it is great for wildlife photography!"
Nami threw her brush at him, "That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard!"
Zoro caught her brush and threw it back at her. He grabbed his own and squeezed toothpaste onto it. "You don't know! How do you think I got all these scars?"
Nami watched him brush his teeth as her eyes roamed along his sculpted form. It was marred with the lines that forced their way across his skin. He did not have that many, but it seemed that every corner of his frame held a story etched in those marks.
But Nami stopped her perusing and continued, "And you dye it yourself?"
Zoro peered down at her and chuckled, "Why? You want to have me in between your legs and your hands in my hair again?"
Nami stopped and faced the mirror with a pout, "Whatever. I just wanted to help. Your roots need a touch up is all…"
Zoro smiled fondly at her, the woman who seemed to be upset at not being close to him. Zoro did not really trust anyone to do something so oddly intimate like dye his hair. It made it seem like he had a vulnerability he needed to fix, and Zoro preferred the face of bravado. He did not like saying he needed anyone…but he wanted to.
He came behind her and looped his arms around her waist, "Alright, witch. Want to dye my hair for me?"
"For you?" Nami said with a scoff, "Am I your servant or maid that I do whatever you want?"
He was not going to let her fight him because he knew she did not want to admit she wanted to do it. "No. I want you to."
Nami turned slightly, her eyes gazed at his face as if surmising how much she would be willing to admit. With her head turned back and her chin up, she said with arrogance, "Only cause you need me to."
Zoro let her take that and gave her a kiss on the neck, "Alright. We need to buy the right kind then!"
They managed to make it to a store nearby, as Zoro battled with her about the brand. Being stuck in Italy meant he did not have access to his favorite kind, and so he reserved himself to trust Nami's selection as she pieced together her Italian enough to get the right shade. What she called "money green" he called "ugly moss", but they found a bottle to compromise on. Or so he thought.
Nami put Vaseline around his edges and had him between her knees as she put on the plastic gloves and massaged her fingers in his scalp. The dark mix smelled terrible and she complained the entire time, which earned her a few nips at her knees from a bored and anxious Zoro. He was not afraid of what she was doing, but he grew worried as her hands came back from his head a dark black color.
She pulled her hair together and started laughing, to which Zoro honestly questioned what was making her so foolish. He tilted slightly to look into the mirror across from them and frowned as a wet mohawk stood where his usually flat hair was. That was the final straw, and so Zoro swung his body around and pushed Nami down onto the bed. Her plastic gloved hands stuck in the air as she protested them staining the sheets.
"Come on, witch. You're just angry that you won't be able to touch me like you want to," he said as he placed a peck on her navel and Nami continued to scold him about stains.
"Mmm, stop it! I don't care about these sheets or frankly my clothes…but don't get that green mess on my skin!" she said as she wiggled underneath him. Zoro was not budging and instead, he wanted to test her limit considering his wet hair was eerily close to everything, but suddenly Nami's phone went off and she pushed him back. "Ah! Zoro, hurry. Time's up. We need to be careful to not leave it in too long!"
Zoro took his own gloved hands and rang it through his wet hair, slicking it back and tossing the excess color with the gloves onto the floor. Nami bit her lip as she liked the way he looked with his hair wet and sculpted, even if it was surrounded by petroleum jelly. "I think we have time…"
That was all he said as he his dry hand went up under her shirt and teased her into whines and moans. His lip took over where his hands left, and eventually, her favorite set of sweats had blotches of green all over it.
Nami finally pulled herself off the bed and forced Zoro into the shower to wash his hair, and she certainly helped him where he apparently could not reach. However, as she helped him dry off and he wiped the mirror of steam they both gasped as they looked at a much darker shade of green than his previous color. Before it was almost teal and luminescent and now it looked like he had a head of dollar bills.
Zoro frowned but Nami ran her nails through it with a smile, "You know…I like three things, my family, my tangerines, and money. And I guess I must like your hair now, too. It's my favorite shade of green…"
He looked at himself for another moment, thinking about what he preferred himself, but with Nami's teasing, he found his answer. "Guess you'll got your wish of ugly moss hair…"
She giggled and Zoro felt something stir in his gut. He turned and placed a kiss on her lips as she let her other hand find his scalp. With a simple tug of his fresh strands, he took to action and picked her up as she laughed. Zoro carried her to the bed, while Nami complained about calling room service to change their spattered green sheets.
This chapter is vaguely based off an image the Instagram account zona_4eva posted on NOVEMBER 12, 2016. Haha, idk where it comes from—but again, all credit and love to the artist who gave the inspiration. Also, FYI, Zoro's roots would be black…cause in this world- ain't nobody got natural green hair. Also, I thought this was a really cute and intimate thing for them to do, and I honestly feel like Zoro would be super self-conscious about letting someone do this for him. So, cuties.
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