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Of course! This is so cute. I have never written like a sad Zoro type thing before but I thought I would try and see where it goes (sort of like a sad/overwhelmed realisation and confession type thing) I hope that’s okay. Like he gets so angry and overwhelmed that he just gets so tired and sad over it. (I’m also sorry this took me so long and its short idk I’m feeling a little bleh with my writing atm idk why so it’s taking me a while to actually write something and not absolutely hate it ya know)

Lullaby

(SFW)

Warning: mention of fighting, mention of yelling/screaming

Summary: overwhelmed and upset, Zoro comes looking for the one person who can calm him down; not expecting to fall in love with them

Word Count: 1,800

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You woke to the sound of screams on the deck outside; along with the rest of the crew. Hastily, you sprung to your feet to join your crew in finding the reason for the rude awakening. You stepped onto the deck, standing next to Chopper as you all watched Sanji and Zoro erupting in viscous screams. “They’ve been like this for hours…” Chopper admitted, not knowing what to do; his voice trembling. Your eyes flickered between the two of them, watching the aggressive match play on; Nami appearing on your right giving you an idea. “Go restrain Sanji, I’ll grab Zoro” you ordered her, already on your way to break them up.

“Oi!” You gripped at the swordsman’s ear, yanking him down to look at you “stop it”. You voice was strong and serious compared to your usual soft tone with him, knowing he would listen to you this way in front of the others. His breath fanned hot and jagged against your face; swearing to snap at you at any second. He tried to open his mouth but you beat him to it, knowing instantly what he would try and protest “Nami is taking care of Sanji; I’m not singling you out here”. You pushed him over towards the mast of the crows nest, ushering him to climb it and give space between the two of them. You kept a close eye on him, watching as his grumbling frame climbed up; swearing under his breath.

“(Y/n), what the hell!” Zoro barked as you finally joined him up in the crows nest. He was still mad; his whole body shaking with adrenaline. You got close to him again, your demeanour more soft and understanding now they had separated. “What happened?” You asked softly, ushering him to sit down with you. He huffed, letting you show him to the seat, collapsing down next to him. “He’s just… so… so…” you could tell he was struggling to form words; his head overflowing with anger towards the chef he couldn’t think straight himself.

You turned to face him, cupping his shaking hand between your own to calm him, stoking the back of his hand. His face slowly began to soften from your touch, allowing him to think more clearer. He finally looked over at you, still angry, but less reactive “I hate that stupid curly brow”. “Why?” “He wasted the last of the sake in his stupid dish…” he looked away, almost embarrassed as the words came out of his mouth; realising how idiotic he sounded, that there was nothing you could do to help him. “Zoro…” you began, but he cut you off “save it, (y/n), I don’t want to hear it”.

He sounded tiresome, his eyes drooped as he looked over at you “I know there’s nothing I can do but…” he half shrugged, hoping you’d understand the rest of his sentence. “He shouldn’t have been going through your stash” you agreed. He nodded, sighing. “Did you want me to talk to him?” you offered, knowing the lovesick cook would fold easier coming from you. He scoffed, “and have him know I told you that? Not a chance!” You held up your hands in defence “okay, okay, I won’t talk to him. But I do think there must be something done here”. He hummed, thinking of a solution. “I know” he smirked, looking over at you “I’ll just drink it quicker… he won’t be able to get his hands on it then”. You chuckled at his response, forgetting how thick he could be sometimes “and you say you’re not an alcoholic…”.

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You opened the door of the bathroom, sighing, ready to wash off the day. The room was dark when you entered, engulfing you in a bottomless oasis of quiet; all except the sounds of someone softly breathing. Confused, you switched on the light, your eyes flickering to the body crouched down in the corner. Zoro sat bundled up, his arms resting on his knees as he buried his head into his chest. His body shook in rage, his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were white. You hurried over to his body, collapsing down next to him.

“Hey, I got you” you outstretched your arms around his large frame, holding him tight to you. He lifted his head, realising it was you, staying quiet; just letting you hold him. “Don’t wanna talk about it” he gritted through his teeth. “That’s okay, I’ll be here either way” you nodded, rubbing his back as he eased into you. You sat with him as his body began to settle, his breathing becoming more solid against you. You started to half sing along to Binks’ Sake, knowing your singing voice would crack some sort of response out of him. He chuckled lightly against you, his head lifting up from his knees.

“Ya know you can’t sing, right?” He teased, looking over at you.

“Yeah?” You retorted “and you reckon you can do better?”

He smirked “I guess not, no”.

“That’s what I thought” you leaned back from him, admiring his calmer stance knowing your trick worked on him.

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“(Y/N)!” Zoro screamed out, his hands balled into fists. The crew all watched as he stomped around the deck, his skin on fire from anger. They knew when he was like this there was no way to calm him down; he had to figure that out on his own term. He always had a set target when he was like this. He needed someone to blow his anger out onto and unfortunately for you today was the day. “(Y/N)!” He called again, panic laced under his anger. He was shaking profusely; a horrid day only getting worse as it went on and he was pissed.

He burst through every door he could see, calling out for you as he did, his body so overwhelmed and numb. He needed to find you and he needed you now. You were the only person that could sooth him. Everything about you made him feel safe; like he would be okay. He couldn’t stand not being away from you when he was like this; so full of rage and sorrow. He felt lightheaded and dizzy, feeling like he was going in circles tracking you down; like you disappeared from the ship.

Zoro slammed the door open of the girls room with a loud crash, startling you from your book. You looked up at him, worried, setting your book aside next to you “hey, what happened?” He stood there, his breath heavy and body shaking, not knowing what to do now.

He needed you.

He needed you so bad he thought he would combust if he didn’t have you hold him.

He walked over to you with a fierce determination, allowing you to outstretch your arms for him to collapse into. You held his shaking body into your chest, brushing his hair out of his face, his lip beginning to quiver until he burst out into tears, gripping into you tighter. You soothed and cooed at him, attempting to mellow his cries as he wept into your shirt. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe with me, okay? Whatever is troubling you, we can fix it. You are not alone in this”. He sobbed into you harder, your words only bringing out more tears. You rested your lips against his head, shutting your eyes; your fingers tracing his back hoping it would ease his pain. You began to hum some tune you overheard Brook sing once, rocking him into a safe lull.

His heart felt incredibly tight like someone was gripping it: squeezing it in his chest. His eyes stung as he sobbed, not being able to stop the stream that wet the shirt below him. He felt hopeless in that moment. He was so overwhelmed he forgot why he was really crying; focused on his new reason.

He loved you.

He loved you so much he didn’t know what to do.

He loved that you were his safe space; somewhere to go when he was like this.

He loved how calm and patient you were with him; how understanding you were to his needs.

He loved how even in a room full of people you would always search for him; to make sure he was okay and safe.

He loved that you cared about the crew and were more loyal and supportive than he could ever imagine anyone being.

He loved the way your lips curled when you smile.

He loved the way your eyes danced when you were exited; sharing the same enthusiasm as your captain.

He loved you wholeheartedly that he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

Zoro mumbled something into your chest, making you stop your humming, lifting your head to hear him better. “Hmm?” He adjusted his head, freeing his trapped face from your shirt; his breath shallow. “Whatever it is, you can tell me” you reassured him “you know I’m always on your side, Zoro”. He sniffled, fighting against the tears still spilling from his eyes. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but held back; too afraid and choked up to say it.

It was like you could read him; so open to you as he lied on your chest. He didn’t need to say anything because you already knew; and you felt the same. You could tell how hard it was for him to form a sentence let alone confess something you never thought would ever come from him. You had to be the one to initiate it.

“Zoro?” You called, attempting to get his full attention, squeezing his frail body closer to you. He hummed, his voice gurgling from tears. You waited a few seconds, collecting yourself, taking a deep breath in to calm you both. “I love you, too”.

You could feel his breath hitch, a stray whimper coming from him as he adjusted himself, sitting up. He wiped at his eyes before turning to look at you, stinging with a wash of bright red. His lip was trembling again, not expecting your words; wishing he said them first. You sat up on your knees, leaning out to him, cupping his cheek in your hand. “It’s okay” you wiped at the tears “you don’t need to say it I already know”. He nodded feebly, placing his hand over yours. His eyes shut, tired from the sting, hoping it would help to sooth his frail body. “How about you rest?” You suggested, sitting back again; your arms out once more to let him come to you. He stalked back into your arms, weary and heavy. His body felt drained from the crying, needing to recover in the arms of the person he loved.

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