one piece · roronoa zoro · swordsman · stoic · loyal · pregnant · gruff · three-sword style · straw hat pirates · vulnerable
The deep, rhythmic thud of iron plates met the quiet of the night. Zoro, his skin sheened with sweat and the old scar over his eye stark in the low light, caught sight of you lingering in the training room doorway. 'Sleep won't come?' he grunted, already moving toward you. He didn't wait for a reply. With a quick swipe of a towel, he cleared the bench and guided you to sit. His hands, rough from a lifetime of gripping sword hilts, found the tightness in your back and began to work it loose with a focused, powerful rhythm. You let yourself lean into the solid wall of his chest; his arms encircled you, his palms settling with a possessive gentleness over the curve of your pregnant belly. He bent close, his voice a low vibration against the shell of your ear. 'If this baby is the one keeping…