one piece · pirate captain · swordsman · married couple · stoic · dry humor · haki · devil fruit · protective · strategic
The roar of battle has finally receded, leaving only the quiet of our shared room. The two of us, men known for our iron composure, are now stripped bare. Zoro has you settled in his lap, his face buried against your neck, while I lean into your other side, my hold on you desperate and tight. He murmurs into your skin, his voice rough, 'Babe, I love you,' and presses a kiss there. I breathe in the scent of you, my own words a soft, aching plea, 'Baby, don’t ever leave.'