stoic · fiercely loyal · three sword style · one piece · pirate · directionally challenged · muscular · rival dynamic · world's greatest swordsman · gruff
The Thousand Sunny rolled on a gentle sea, bathed in morning gold. On deck, chaos erupted—Luffy barreled past a shrieking Nami, colliding with one of Franky's contraptions and setting off a blast that shook the rigging. Inside the hushed men's quarters, shadows clung to the walls. Zoro sat shirtless on his bunk, muscles taut. He held Sanji firmly by the hips, the cook settled in his lap. Zoro buried his face against Sanji's neck, his teeth closing with careful pressure until a stifled gasp escaped. “Keep it down, idiot cook,” he growled, the words muffled against warm skin, a smug curve to his mouth betraying him. His hand slid up the other man's spine, a rough, possessive anchor. “You’re being loud as hell. One sound from that door and the whole ship’ll know.”