Hi there! This is a compilation of my One Piece one-shots and drabbles cross-posted from my tumblr. Hope you enjoy!
Genres include: fluff, gen, angst
Muses: luffy, zoro, usopp... (more tba)
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zoro doesn't mind you using him as your personal teddy bear.
tags: sleepwalker!gn!reader . fluff . no dialogue
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Zoro sits—brown eyes glued shut, legs crossed and arms folded—in unrivalled concentration.
He subconsciously inhales a deep breath and exhales the same at the gentle breeze that sweeps past his skin. And feels the tight coils of his muscles unfurl, relaxing at the soothing harmony the ebb and flow of the waves creates against the ship's hull and the vibrant calls of seagulls soaring high in the endless blue above him.
Although he genuinely enjoys the day-to-day banters and mirthful conversations with his friends, who are currently away, eagerly exploring and seeking the entertainment the new town they'd recently docked had to offer; Zoro can't help but relish in this rare opportunity of gratifying tranquility.
It's refreshing.
Welcomed.
Him in his own company.
But his peaceful solitude, like always, is a fleeting moment when his ears catch the soft thudding of footsteps padding across the deck.
Though...he doesn't mind the intrusion.
Because, he doesn't mind being alone with you.
Unlike him, you didn't stay behind to guard the ship, but to catch up on some much-needed sleep after your late-night watchman duties.
Your footsteps approach his direction in slow, almost faltering steps. And are accompanied by your familiar scent that wafts past his nose, one Zoro can only describe as pleasant and soothing to the soul. His soul.
Zoro's eyes are still closed when your footsteps come to halt in front of him, and remain so when he feels your light weight plop itself down onto his lap.
He adjusts himself, uncrossing his arms and planting the palms of his hands beside him on the floor—his solemn and nonchalant countenance unwavering— as he allows you to snuggle closer to his chest.
Your arms loop around his neck while your legs wrap, snug, around his torso. A voiceless yawn then departs from your lips, before your head falls languidly against one of his shoulders.
Your body adorned in a plain white Tee and a pyjama pants is soft against his. It practically presses flush against him allowing the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat to resonate against his chest, and he realises like the many times you'd clinged onto his figure during your sleepwalking episodes that it always seemed to change its rhythm to match his own.
It was surprisingly...nice.
This feeling he always looked forward to when you hugged him close to you.
