#i love these dumbasses so fucking much

“Get your elbow out of my side.”

“Come on, it’s not thatbad.”

“Your elbow’s sharp, get it awayso I that can sleep-”

Zoro sighs frustratedly but obligingly shifts so that his elbow is no longer stabbing Sanji in the side (though he casually leans his leg up against Sanji’s – an annoying weight that he knowsdrives the cook mad). Sanji responds with a kick to the ankle, but otherwise leaves it be. Zoro grins.

Victory.

These “cuddle-piles,” as Luffy insists on calling them, have been a traditional part of their nighttime routines ever since Nami, shoulder freshly bandaged and eyes bright, had asked if they could spend the night together. One thing had led to another, and, well-

“Luffy, I swear to god, if you don’t stop drooling on my shoulder, I’m going to bite you.”

Luffy, oblivious to his impending doom, continues snoring (and drooling), on Nami’s shoulder. Nami, disappointingly (to Zoro, at least, Luffy probably would appreciate it), does not bite Luffy, instead sighing exasperatedly and shoving him off.

(She lowers him gently to the blanket beside her, though, and lays her head on his chest once he’s settled in Brook’s lap, which really belies the whole annoyance factor.)

Of course, Zoro’s really not any better, but at least he’s not afraid to admit it. Chopper is snoozing against his side, head nestled in the hallow of Zoro’s neck, and Zoro absentmindedly strokes along his back, lulling him to sleep.

(He ignores the subtle weight against his back, the subtle movment of Sanji’s ribs breathing reassuring against Zoro’s spine.)

Brook, of course, plays a lullaby from where he leans against Jinbe’s side, Luffy’s head pillowed in his lap and Nami’s feet tangled with his. The younger members of the crew had been listening intently, bright smiles on their faces, before exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep, leaning against one crewmate or another.

Zoro quickly scans around, eyes catching on Usopp, Robin, and Franky, right next to him. The younger’s head is pillowed on Franky’s shoulder – one of the only parts of him that is relatively soft. Robin’s by Usopp’s hip, head rested on Usopp’s stomach and hand thrown carelessly over Zoro’s leg.

All in all, they’re a hopeless tangle of limbs and affection, and Zoro wouldn’t have it any other way.

He closes his eyes, Brook’s soothing strumming and Chopper’s soft breathing lulling him to a gentle sleep, surrounded by the love and care of his crewmates.

No,Zoro corrects with his last moments of consciousness.

Hisfamily.