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"Grayson."
"Hm?"
"If my father ever comes back, do you think I'm acceptable now?"
Dick turned his head so quickly, he could've broken his neck. "What?"
(Based on missveryvery's, in my opinion, amazing drawing from DeviantArt.)
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A collection of one-shots, featuring Luffy and the rest of the crew. Don't mess with the Straw Hat pirates, especially the captain. If you get in his way, watch out for the other eight.
Nakamaship. No pairings whatsoever. (Also includes SPECIAL BONUS of people besides the Straw-Hats!)
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The Straw-Hats had all been offered something that, years ago, they’d accept in a heartbeat.
But now, they have a different answer.
“Sorry," they all grinned. "But we already have a captain.”
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"Even though I told them to go away, they still stayed. They stayed and defeated Arlong for me." Nami absent-mindedly brought a hand up to her tattoo on her shoulder. "They gave me freedom from my eight years of hell."
In which Nami and Shirahoshi have a small talk about Luffy and also themselves.
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"You said it yourself, this situation is similar to Enies Lobby. There was a chance that you won't come back," Zoro gestured to Robin's whole being before adding, "and yet here you are."
SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ CH. 800+!
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“Lovesick.”, Sanji said, quietly. He fumbled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and put one between his lips. Zoro watched him struggle with the lighter for a few moments before he took it from the cook’s uncoordinated hands and helped him light his cigarette. Sanji gave him a grateful hum and took a long drag.
“Lovesick…” Zoro repeated, sounding lost and unsure. He narrowed his eyes, looking down at Sanji.
“Did you, um… did you get your heart broken?” He sounded almost teasing, but only because he wasn't certain how to handle this.
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Sanji getting drunk because he wants to forget about his crush on Zoro leads to him making a drunk confession. It's embarrassing, it's wonderful and they are the cutest together.
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24 May 2026
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“You don’t hate me now, do you?” Zoro wasn’t sure if he meant his drunken behavior or his confession, but Sanji didn’t know what he was referencing either.
Zoro shook his head, his face softening. He looked down at Sanji in a way that Sanji hadn’t seen before. It was as if Zoro was looking straight at Sanji’s soul right now, taking him in from head to toe without missing any details. Sanji felt himself blush a bit at the way the swordsman was looking at him.
“I don’t hate you. Not even a bit.” Zoro’s words came out in a soft tone, and it was clear that he truly meant what he said. Sanji smiled at him, then he couldn’t force his eyes to stay open any longer and he fell asleep. Zoro shook his head in amusement and quietly left the room.
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With the sharp gazes of his crew on his back, their questioning stances and with the people of this island looking at him with fear and wonder in his eyes, Sanji put on his best glare and took back the title he let go of, so long ago.
“My name is Vinsmoke Sanji, third born son under King Vinsmoke Judge, Prince of the Germa Kingdom, I suggest all of you to treat me and my companions right, lest you want my father to hear about your treatment towards one of his sons.”
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- Part 4 of Sanji Week 2023
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“Well.” Zoro started, crossing his arms. “For what its worth, we know you’re not a Prince, well except for the Prince of dumbass Kingdom.” He taunted
Now that , that made Sanji frown, standing up from the bench.
“What the fuck did you just say, you mossheaded bastard?!” He exclaimed, getting all in Zoro’s space.
The swordsman only smirked.
“Now there’s the curly I know.” He teased.
Sanji frowned, fighting against the smile that wanted to show in his face. “You’re an asshole.”
“Pot meet kettle.”
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There’s something crawling and growing in his lungs. There’s something big and alive and fluttering in his chest. There’s a bitterness against his palate, scratchy against his throat yet feather-soft against his tongue.
There’s a fully formed sunflower head, as big as his fist, in a crumpled mess at his feet.
(or sanji falling in love is, ironically enough, going to be the death of him.)
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“Can’t—” Sanji splutters out before his words are replaced by the biggest flower yet. His mouth stretches wide to accommodate it, spitting it out with a pained yelp, and yet the shitty things keep on coming.
“I’m coming in,” Zoro warns, giving Sanji no time to even try to make himself presentable before he kicks down the door. He looms in the doorway, standing over Sanji’s shaking form just as he retches up a flower so bloody it’s hardly recognisable.
Blinking back tears from the force of his vomiting, Sanji peers up at Zoro. The swordsman looks down at him in horror, eyes methodically taking in the blood, sick, and petals clinging to Sanji’s once perfect suit. The look on his face is haunting in the moment Sanji has to take it in, but then he’s rolling back to the toilet with a groan and a weak cough.
“Chopper!” He hears Zoro yell, but the sound is lost over him painfully throwing up one last fully formed flower. He stares at the petals in despair as Zoro squats down beside him and rubs a soothing hand on his back.
A sense of dread washes over him as he realises it; this time, he’s been caught for good.
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Usopp, always one to fill the gaps, pitched in. “Where’s your third earring?”
Way to focus on the important shit, Sanji thought wryly, guiltily ignoring that the question had burdened his mind as well.
“On a decapitated head.”
And there was a lot about that sentence—that one, monotone sentence—that struck discord. Sanji, apparently, was not the only one who thought so.
“Bro, what?” Franky whispered from around the back. It was followed by Brook’s disturbed and dampened ohohohos.
“Zoro.” It was Chopper this time. Small and timid. “What happened to you?”
“I made a promise,” Zoro said, tilting his head back and closing his eye. His blood-splattered hands spread wide by his hips, palms forward, and it looked strangely religious, the way he angled towards the sun. “And I kept it.”
***Beware spoilers for at least until the end of Wano.***
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“You agreed,” Luffy said lowly, fingers digging into Zoro’s shoulders now, still. “You said you wouldn’t.”
Sanji was still out-of-sorts, and his mind swam in search for a response. Perhaps nonsensically, what he came up with was: “It won’t be a problem, Captain.”
And then everything felt like it stopped, just for a moment. Luffy’s expression became a strange contort of incredulous, and he finally let go of Zoro’s shoulders entirely, curling back up and then plopping directly to the side, his legs bent perpendicular over Zoro’s waist. “I don’t care if you have /sex/, Sanji—” and these were words Sanji never really expected to hear from his captain’s mouth, “—do it whenever you want! Wherever you want—”
Law’s distant /please don’t/ was overshadowed by Nami’s /okay, I don’t know about that/.
“—I said: no mutiny!” Luffy’s face screwed up and his eyes watered, his nose crinkling with emotion. “No more dying on my crew.”
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Zoro gave a tsk and said, “Because I love you, you irritating cook, and I want you to be /happy/. And I guess I kind of want to be happy too.”
“You love me,” Sanji stated, and the grin broke free.
“Yep.”
Sanji’s grin turned wicked. “You want a sunset with me.”
“Are you always going to be this annoying about shit?”
“Oh, forever.”
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“Oh? Is Kaya quite pretty? Does she have fancy taste?” Sanji was asking, then Zoro was looking over at him with a suspicious gaze. Sanji huffed out a plume of smoke and testily said, “What?” Then he pulled his cigarette from his mouth and leaned over to Zoro’s ear. “I was going to see if I could borrow one of her dresses for a while.”
And there hadn’t been a day in his life that Zoro had suffered the same ridiculous affliction that Sanji got, but he was very well informed—by every member of the crew—that his nostril trickled just a small little rivulet of blood. And no one was about to let that go.
But that’s fine, Zoro considered, he could deny it /his whole damn life/, with Sanji right there to call him out on it. Every time.
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A swordsman floats by in a shitty rowboat. His legs hang off the side drenched in salt, blood, dirt and who knows what else.
He looks like Death saw his name on the list, shook their head sternly and decided Actually, no thank you.
Or, Sanji and Zoro have met once before.
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“You’ve been staring at that potato for like fifteen minutes,” another chef chimes in. There are now ten of the bastards sitting in some communal potato-peeling circle.
A nod. “Prime sulking behaviour.”
“I’m not sulk-ing!” Sanji insists, ignoring the jump into the next octave. “I’m doing my job, unlike you…unlike…”
Sanji stares. The round oblong of chefs around him give him matching grins. The endless pile of potatoes sit pristinely peeled and ready to be used in their respective dishes.
“Wow Eggplant,” Patty exclaims. “Guess now that you’re finished with your punishment, you can go back to your plant-sitting duties!”
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Sanji kicks. Whips around quickly and kicks harder than he’s ever kicked before, launching Zoro straight into the water.
The swordsman lands with a splash, sputtering to the surface with a cough and a war cry. “You better be gone!” Zoro threatens, snarl wobbling against a smile. “If I come back here and you’re still here, it’s on /sight/, Cook!”
Sanji starts to wave. “I don’t take threats from a waterlogged piece of shit swordsman! Go, Zoro! Before you start clinging to the rocks like algae!”
“Fuck you!”