One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

3.Lack of green paint (Zoro x Female!Reader)

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✎Artist : MyCKs- DeviantArt
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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(f/n)=your friend name
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by ADevineLight
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Artistic
✏︎Nervous/anxious
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✏︎Artist
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Your paint brush loving against the canvas delicately, expending the colors you wished to put under the light with a medicinal precision. Your (e/c) pupils illusory dancing during their detailed observation along with few strands of your (h/c) while switching to the canvas and the object of creation, this time being a young lady with lanky yet hypnotizing dark hair, making her pale skin reclaiming all beauty, almost letting the dreamy dress covering her attractive athletic shape forgotten.

That gal was an old friend of yours : you were the artist and she was the worker.

However, the artistic individual you were had no precise way of making creation. You could sculpt, paint, draw, knit, weave, barely everything that was touching the subject of art. In your huge, ignored yet peaceful island. Yes, ignored. The Marine was never coming around neither to inform you or to give any wanted poster: you were a lost island in the middle of nowhere full of relatives of pirates, bounty hunters and co, with a small proportion of people like you that had no link with any of this type of person. A small isolated little world where everyone knew both of you. You were always ready to help out people and everyone was grateful to you. The most ironic is that you've had a bit of social anxiety: you were uneasy with new people, but like you knew barely everyone here now, you were flawlessly fine.

With the last move of the brush, completing your work, you stepped back before a grin appeared in your small and soft lips, satisfied.

"So I'm a decent masterpiece huh?", asked (f/n), finally able to stand up after hour passed lying on the blue couch.

"Yup, you look great."

She giggled, her face taking an almost angelic appearance, while the sound of the ocean waves kissing harshly the coast, reached even your ears. The small wooden house you were sharing was just next to the ocean and the small port: one of your jobs is maintaining an eye on the in-and-out.

A day that you were on your own making a vase, the relaxing sound was replaced by a worrying sound and undesirable and not understable yellings. Not even taking the time to wash your hands, you hurried out, your hands full of clay. 8 people were going around and with them, a considerably good-sized ship looking a bit frail clearly damaged some part of the boat hull was curvy, out or just cracked. Usually, you would have ran to the people but..."S-Strangers, " you muttered, gulping. You thought of going back inside, praying interiorly that you weren't noticed, but sadly life was against you. "Oi, you!" HICK! You twitched nervously before glancing at your odd-looking interlocutor. Actually, you doubted that "odd" was strong enough to describe him, or it...His shoulders, torso, and arms are also much bigger than before, and with studded hands that look almost robotic we're tremendous and his shoulders were large red balls socket joint. Trapped noticed you had to resolve yourself and get closer to them, once relatively near them not only a blonde man had hearts for eyes and was curiously moving around but you felt intimidated not only because there were many but also because of some surprising looks: let's say it wasn't every day you were seeing a skeleton and a reindeer, at the point that you didn't give much attention to the pirate logo. Eventually, you spoke, "Y-Yes?"