[ Hello ! Just translating this old fiction of mine, for the pleasure of english readers ;) ]
Here I am again with a new fiction, a one-shot this time (looks like I am not good at writing sequels ^ ^')
No lemon this time, just a cute story (written some time ago), with some Sanji/whump (I love torturing this blondie *-*)
Always and forever dedicated to my "little brother" (who will recognizes himself ;) ), who encourages me to publish it
Enjoy your reading !
Disclaimer : Zoro and Sanji still don't belong to me, and I cry about it every day...
Just for tonight…
Sanji woke up with a jolt, bolting upright on his hammock. He was sweaty, shaking and panting. His wide open eyes were still seeing the horrific images of his dream, and he took several seconds to calm down.
He wiped away the tears which had flown on their own during his restless sleep, and observed his nakamas sleeping in the dormitory. Luffy was peacefully drooling on his pillow, an arm dangling over the edge of his hammock ; Usopp was mumbling something about a giant golden fish and an army of 8000 men ; Chopper was reciting the composition of a medicine ; even Zoro was sleeping quietly, if his slow and deep breathing is to be believed.
The blond listened to this soothing sound for a while, then he went back to bed, a little more at ease. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his dream came back haunting him. He let out a little whimper. A second later, a deep voice answered him.
"What was it this time ?"
The cook jumped. "Wh-what ? I… I thought you were sleeping…"
"I was", Zoro retorted on a tone a bit ironic, "until I heard you whimper and toss in your sleep."
"Sorry…"
The green didn't raise it. "What did you dream about, this time ?" he asked again quietly.
Sanji shut up, and the swordsman wondered for a while if he was going to answer at all. Then he heard him sit back on his hammock. "Like usual… The rock, the hunger, Zeff, his l-leg… U-unless at the end we don't make it, and we both starve to death without anyone ever finding us…" He was talking faster and faster, as if to get rid of these memories, and he concluded with a thin voice.
"It's just a nightmare, Cook. He is fine."
"I know."
"… It has been a while since the last time you had one."
"I know…"
When he joined the crew, the blond had nightmares almost every night. He woke up like tonight, sweaty and panicking, sometimes screaming. The fencer had interrogated him several times, but Sanji always told him to get lost, too ashamed to reveal his weakness to his rival while he had only been here for a few days.
Explanations came later, during a night of party where they were both pretty drunk. Alcohol helping, Sanji had narrated to him his ordeal on the rock, that memory which haunted his dreams for almost a year after returning from it.
Realizing that his rival's childhood hadn't been a bed of roses, Zoro had told him about his own, and about Kuina's death, adding that he sometimes had nightmares of that himself.
The following night, the cook had been so shaken by his dream that the swordsman, giving up to an impulse, had took him in his arms to calm him down. Sanji had clanged to him like a barnacle, and had ended up falling back asleep. The situation occurred again, and thereby they had slept together some times, Sanji always mumbling that it was just for tonight, taking the green as a big soothing plush, and Zoro glad to be able to help his nakama. It was not because they fight each other all day long that he couldn't be nice with him every now and then. After all, it was his role in the crew, to protect his nakamas – even if it was against a mere dream.
After a few weeks, the nightmares cessed. It had now been six months since the blond joined the crew, therefore several months since he last had to deal with these rough wakes in the middle of the night. But the stress of these last days – Nami's illness, the fight against Wapol on Drum Island, Alabasta's civil war – had apparently raised back his childhood terrors.
Sanji snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the green. "Can I sleep with you ?" he asked with a very small voice.
Zoro took a look at the cook : he was even paler than usual, quivering, and his eyes still reflect snippets of fear. He had never looked so young and vulnerable.
Softened, the fencer smiled and nodded. Without waiting, Sanji climbed into his hammock and snuggled up against him. The green put an arm around the cook's waist, and his other hand got lost into the blond strands, caressing the head pressed against his torso.
"It's just for tonight" Sanji mumbled, as always.
The swordsman laughed quietly. "Yeah, just for tonight. Now shut up and sleep."
"Hmm…"
Zoro waited for the blond's breathing to slow down, until changing into light snoring, before he let himself be caught by sleep as well.
Aaah so cuuuute *Q* !
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Until next time !
