(One Piece-General.005. Cold.)
Title: Cold Outer Layer, with a Warm Creamy Filling
Author: princeivy
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro, Luffy (hinted ZoLu)
Prompt: 016 - Cold
Word Count: 281
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: One swear word - that’s about it
Summary: Cold night. Cold Luffy. Cold Zoro. Warm conscience.
The wind sifting in from the sea air outside is freezing. The boys shiver in their hammocks as the cold seeps into their bones. A half-dozing, unsuspecting swordsman is rudely awakened as stretchy fingers tug at his blanket. Zoro gives his a captain a one-eyed glare and receives a sheepish grin in response.
“Don’t even think about it,” he threatens lowly.
“But Zoro! I’m so cold!”
“So am I, idiot! Everyone is!” Zoro turns over on his side, gripping his blanket closer to his body. “Deal with it.”
He can feel Luffy’s pout on his back, but it’s gone after a few moments and he can soon hear a familiar exchange between the captain and Usopp. Zoro rolls his eyes and tries to get back to sleep.
For the next hour or so, he finds himself being tossed in and out of slumber. The sounds of Luffy’s whimpers and whines aren’t exactly helping. Zoro admits to himself, dimly, that Luffy is the skinniest of them all and probably is the coldest right now. Zoro turns onto his back and glances at the pitiful rubber boy. Before joining this nutty crew, he probably wouldn’t have given much thought to something like this. Before meeting Luffy, he hadn’t given much thought to a lot of things.
Damn, he curses inwardly. Zoro likes to think that no one can change him. But this demented boy has done so much damage to Zoro’s insides that it’s not even funny. He smiles thinly. He’ll have to thank him properly for that, one day. For now…
Soon, Luffy’s whines and whimpers are gone and Zoro is blanket-less. But lying there, teeth chattering, he’s never felt any warmer.
Author: princeivy
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro, Luffy (hinted ZoLu)
Prompt: 016 - Cold
Word Count: 281
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: One swear word - that’s about it
Summary: Cold night. Cold Luffy. Cold Zoro. Warm conscience.
The wind sifting in from the sea air outside is freezing. The boys shiver in their hammocks as the cold seeps into their bones. A half-dozing, unsuspecting swordsman is rudely awakened as stretchy fingers tug at his blanket. Zoro gives his a captain a one-eyed glare and receives a sheepish grin in response.
“Don’t even think about it,” he threatens lowly.
“But Zoro! I’m so cold!”
“So am I, idiot! Everyone is!” Zoro turns over on his side, gripping his blanket closer to his body. “Deal with it.”
He can feel Luffy’s pout on his back, but it’s gone after a few moments and he can soon hear a familiar exchange between the captain and Usopp. Zoro rolls his eyes and tries to get back to sleep.
For the next hour or so, he finds himself being tossed in and out of slumber. The sounds of Luffy’s whimpers and whines aren’t exactly helping. Zoro admits to himself, dimly, that Luffy is the skinniest of them all and probably is the coldest right now. Zoro turns onto his back and glances at the pitiful rubber boy. Before joining this nutty crew, he probably wouldn’t have given much thought to something like this. Before meeting Luffy, he hadn’t given much thought to a lot of things.
Damn, he curses inwardly. Zoro likes to think that no one can change him. But this demented boy has done so much damage to Zoro’s insides that it’s not even funny. He smiles thinly. He’ll have to thank him properly for that, one day. For now…
Soon, Luffy’s whines and whimpers are gone and Zoro is blanket-less. But lying there, teeth chattering, he’s never felt any warmer.