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Title: All in the Mind
Pairing: Zoro -> Sanji
Rating: PG
Word Count: 275
It was definitely all Luffy’s fault. He’d taken a few too many blows to the head from being slung around by the rubber boy without any regard for his safety. It was either that or he was going insane, but he was inclined to believe it was the former. After all, a head injury would definitely explain why he had woken up the past few mornings with a raging hard on and fading dreams of blond hair and cigarettes. Considering that he only knew two people with blond hair, Kaya, who didn’t smoke, and the shitty chef, who smoked like a fiend, well, that left only one conclusion. One he didn’t like very much.
Just watching the idiot prance around, doting on Nami and Robin like he was some kind of over eager cabana boy, made his hands itch. The bastard could use a good throttling. At least the asshole cook could fight, he’d give him that much. It was fun to get in his face, watch as his eyes went wide then narrowed dangerously. Better was when he snarled around his ever-present cigarette and lashed out, kicks lightning fast. It kept him on his toes, their little spats, although the recent urge to wrestle Sanji to the ground, pinning him down with greater weight, really needed to go away. He wasn’t sure if it was the dreams that had led to the wrestling or if the feeling of the stupid chef beneath him had sparked the dreams. Either way, perhaps it would be for the best to just go find Luffy. A concussion might be just the thing to take care of his problem.
Pairing: Zoro -> Sanji
Rating: PG
Word Count: 275
It was definitely all Luffy’s fault. He’d taken a few too many blows to the head from being slung around by the rubber boy without any regard for his safety. It was either that or he was going insane, but he was inclined to believe it was the former. After all, a head injury would definitely explain why he had woken up the past few mornings with a raging hard on and fading dreams of blond hair and cigarettes. Considering that he only knew two people with blond hair, Kaya, who didn’t smoke, and the shitty chef, who smoked like a fiend, well, that left only one conclusion. One he didn’t like very much.
Just watching the idiot prance around, doting on Nami and Robin like he was some kind of over eager cabana boy, made his hands itch. The bastard could use a good throttling. At least the asshole cook could fight, he’d give him that much. It was fun to get in his face, watch as his eyes went wide then narrowed dangerously. Better was when he snarled around his ever-present cigarette and lashed out, kicks lightning fast. It kept him on his toes, their little spats, although the recent urge to wrestle Sanji to the ground, pinning him down with greater weight, really needed to go away. He wasn’t sure if it was the dreams that had led to the wrestling or if the feeling of the stupid chef beneath him had sparked the dreams. Either way, perhaps it would be for the best to just go find Luffy. A concussion might be just the thing to take care of his problem.