ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,780
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Sometimes
Sometimes
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, fluff.
Disclaimer: I still do not own One Piece, yay.
Rating: G
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Sometimes Sanji wasn’t a total bastard.
While the cook could be the most annoying, whiny, lovesick, bitchy asshole that Zoro had ever had the misfortune to meet, there were times he was almost pleasant. Like when there were no women around and it was just them sitting somewhere. At times like those, they actually made conversation and barely fought at all, which Zoro oddly enjoyed.
They would sit and look up at the stars and just be near each other til morning came and the swordsman would wake to see a blonde head resting on his shoulder. Before he knew what had come over him, he would always have wrapped an arm around Sanji and petted his hair gently as he heard him snoring.
Moments like these were rare and far between, so he took advantage of them whenever they happened, just resting his chin on Sanji’s head carefully. Of course, whenever the cook showed any sign of waking up, Zoro would pretend to be fast asleep and let him leave in silence.
The next time they would come across each other, they’d avoid gazes and kick up a fight as quickly as possible. But not without bright red cheeks.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, fluff.
Disclaimer: I still do not own One Piece, yay.
Rating: G
--
Sometimes Sanji wasn’t a total bastard.
While the cook could be the most annoying, whiny, lovesick, bitchy asshole that Zoro had ever had the misfortune to meet, there were times he was almost pleasant. Like when there were no women around and it was just them sitting somewhere. At times like those, they actually made conversation and barely fought at all, which Zoro oddly enjoyed.
They would sit and look up at the stars and just be near each other til morning came and the swordsman would wake to see a blonde head resting on his shoulder. Before he knew what had come over him, he would always have wrapped an arm around Sanji and petted his hair gently as he heard him snoring.
Moments like these were rare and far between, so he took advantage of them whenever they happened, just resting his chin on Sanji’s head carefully. Of course, whenever the cook showed any sign of waking up, Zoro would pretend to be fast asleep and let him leave in silence.
The next time they would come across each other, they’d avoid gazes and kick up a fight as quickly as possible. But not without bright red cheeks.