#SLEEPY marimo fr

[sleepymarimo]

zoro x gn!reader // sfw

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 drifts in and out of consciousness, the netting of the hammock molding into his back. your weight atop his chest is a comfortable one, one of his hands splayed over your hip and toying with the patch of skin exposed by your lifted shirt.

there’s nothing better than this- him, you, and the open sea.

he hears it all, the distant clamor of the crew, their steps along the deck, maybe the clinking of utensils in the kitchen, but he drowns it out. you, it’s all you, your soft breaths and the occasional yawn you give- it makes him drowsy.

his wado pushes against a wooden beam, a constant movement that keeps the hammock rocking. the rhythm isn’t allowed to be disturbed, not on his watch, even if it means sacrificing the sleep he cherishes so much.

he knows his swords are capable of utter destruction. he’s ended lives with them, they’ve seen countless bodies- they should be permanently colored crimson. stained crimson.

yet, right now, his sheathed blade serves only to maintain the gentle swaying of the hammock.

you stir, stretch your limbs, reaching for his arm in a bid to get him to lower his wado. “jus’ go to sleep, ‘zo. don’t need you to keep rocking it.”

“eh? m’fine,” he reassures, a bit husky, his warrior mind fighting off the sleep like nothing.

his palm moves from your hip, instead covering your eyes as if willing you back into an unconscious state. he yawns, his canines on display, before sighing. “you sleep first, got it?”