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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,807
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.
Dreams Can Predict The Future
Dreams Can Predict The Future
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour (probably confusing..), mild angst, yaoi.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own One Piece, you know.
Rating: PG
For 13drabbles set delta prompt eleven.
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Roronoa Zoro did not have nightmares.
He never had and he never would; that was how it was.
At least until he had started fucking the cook. After that he could sense something changing in himself and the first time he jerked up out of his hammock in a cold sweat with wide eyes he tried to laugh it off. The fact he couldn’t remember exactly what it was that had woken him was practically a godsend, so he shook it off and pretended he just needed to use the bathroom.
The second time it happened, it was harder to deny. For a start, he’d been to the toilet barely an hour before, so it was impossible to be that. Then coupling that with the fact that he had the distinct image of blonde hair matted with blood burned into his mind’s eye, and it was obvious what was going on. Yet he managed to push the thought away and get back to sleep, shaking his head vigorously.
When the fifth one happened, he had no more excuses. He was having stupid nightmares. But there was really nothing to worry about: he’d be fine if he didn’t piss Sanji off.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour (probably confusing..), mild angst, yaoi.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own One Piece, you know.
Rating: PG
For 13drabbles set delta prompt eleven.
--
Roronoa Zoro did not have nightmares.
He never had and he never would; that was how it was.
At least until he had started fucking the cook. After that he could sense something changing in himself and the first time he jerked up out of his hammock in a cold sweat with wide eyes he tried to laugh it off. The fact he couldn’t remember exactly what it was that had woken him was practically a godsend, so he shook it off and pretended he just needed to use the bathroom.
The second time it happened, it was harder to deny. For a start, he’d been to the toilet barely an hour before, so it was impossible to be that. Then coupling that with the fact that he had the distinct image of blonde hair matted with blood burned into his mind’s eye, and it was obvious what was going on. Yet he managed to push the thought away and get back to sleep, shaking his head vigorously.
When the fifth one happened, he had no more excuses. He was having stupid nightmares. But there was really nothing to worry about: he’d be fine if he didn’t piss Sanji off.