Eternal Merry: A New Beginning

by Kaishi_Shuen

Summary:

What do you do after becoming Pirate King? You marry your cook, invite the whole world, and maybe blow up a few fireworks while you’re at it. Luffy and Sanji are finally tying the knot, but this isn’t just a wedding — it’s the last great Straw Hat adventure. With old friends, awkward speeches, tearful farewells, and at least one assassination attempt (probably), this celebration of dreams marks the beginning of something even greater.

After years at sea, the Straw Hats have reached their dreams. Now, it’s time for a new beginning — a wedding, a farewell, and a legacy. Luffy, crowned Pirate King, proposes to his cook. Sanji says yes. Everyone’s invited.

Chapter 1: We did it - Proposal & Preparations

Notes:

“The journey is over, but the story isn’t. With the world at peace and dreams fulfilled, the Straw Hat Pirates gather once more — not for battle, but for love. As Luffy prepares to marry Sanji in the grandest wedding the seas have ever seen, old friends return, memories resurface, and goodbyes are shared. This is a celebration, a farewell, and a beginning — of peace, of family, and of a new era.”
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No, guys, I do not have an addiction for LuSan weddings—or maybe I do. This is after the straw hats' greatest fight and the end of One Piece but the start of my story. All about the fluff, comedy, and cuteness

There they were, Luffy and his crew, standing triumphantly on a sun-drenched island, the culmination of years of relentless pursuit. Luffy, his face split into a wide, joyous grin, stood at the forefront. He had done it. His crew, each bearing the proud marks of countless battles and adventures, stood beside him, their smiles a testament to their shared triumph. They had reached their destination—chased the impossible, dreamed the unthinkable, and finally, gloriously, caught it.

Here they stood—weathered but unbroken, their bodies marked by a tapestry of scars that told a thousand tales of daring escapes and fierce battles. But it had all been worth it. The trials, the tribulations, the constant struggle for survival—all of it had led to this moment. The wind whispered through the palm trees, a gentle symphony accompanying the boisterous celebrations. 

"I DID IT!!" Luffy roared, his voice filled with unrestrained joy, his laughter echoing across the island.  His crew erupted in cheers, their voices a triumphant chorus celebrating their captain's victory. 

"I'M THE KING OF THE PIRATES!" The words hung in the air, a declaration of victory, a testament to their unwavering spirit and resilience.

The island was filled with jubilant cries of celebration, the air thick with emotion. People cheered, their voices blending with the sounds of laughter and unrestrained joy. Some wept openly, their tears a mix of relief and profound admiration. Luffy had done it. They had all done it. But before the news of their triumph spread across the world, Luffy had one more matter to attend to, a promise he intended to keep.

"Come on, dude. We're going to part ways soon! Just do it!" Usopp, his arm slung affectionately around Luffy's shoulder, urged him forward. "Nami would be pissed if she finds out the ring ends up wasted. You're the king of freedom now, make yourself more happy." His words were a mixture of encouragement and gentle prodding, a push to embrace the next phase of Luffy's life.

Luffy stared intently at the ring nestled in his palm, its simple band a stark contrast to the enormity of his decision. They had sailed together for years, forging an unbreakable bond—but now, their paths were beginning to diverge. "I'll do it, Usopp!" he declared, his voice filled with determination. But that resolve immediately faltered. "But… how?" He was the King of the Pirates, a symbol of strength and bravery. Yet, in the face of this intimate moment, he felt utterly lost.

Usopp facepalmed, his head hitting his hand with a dull thud. Even as the King of the Pirates, Luffy's inherent clumsiness was still in full effect. "Idiot! You're planning to propose but don't know how?! What kind of guy are you?" he deadpanned, his voice laced with exasperation.

"Hey! No one taught me what marriage is like before! I just want to be with him for the rest of my life! I never knew I had to make it happen!" Luffy argued back, his usual enthusiasm replaced by a flustered desperation. He couldn't deny his cluelessness in this new realm of romantic pursuit.

Usopp sighed, his gaze sweeping over the celebratory scene unfolding below the cliff. People were already celebrating, kicking around discarded weaponry and planning Luffy’s extravagant victory party. The news of his victory would soon spread throughout the world.

"Look, Luffy," Usopp said, his voice softening as he tried to guide the confused captain. "Just go in front of him—try to make it look romantic by kneeling, get down on one knee, and show him the ring. Say what you need to say or just pop the question." He offered the simplest, most straightforward plan he could devise.

Luffy tilted his head like a confused puppy, brow furrowed in innocent puzzlement. "What question?" he asked, his innocent confusion a stark contrast to the gravity of the moment. Usopp groaned, the weight of Luffy’s cluelessness threatening to crush him. "Will you marry me, Idiot!" he practically shouted. "Uhh, no?" Luffy replied, his unwavering simplicity threatening to send Usopp over the edge. "I mean, that's what you're going to ask him, you king of dumbasses!" Usopp finished, ready to throw himself into the ocean out of sheer frustration.

Luffy chuckled, the sound bright and unrestrained, once he finally grasped the simplicity of Usopp's instructions. A childish "Ohh" escaped his lips, followed by a sheepish apology for his earlier cluelessness. "So, that's just what I need to do? Seems easy enough! I'll propose to him now!" he declared, his usual impulsive energy taking over. He didn't even spare Usopp a final glance before bounding down the cliff.

Usopp remained frozen for a moment, his mind struggling to catch up with Luffy's impulsive decision. Gosh, Luffy really does do things on impulse, and he's incredibly impatient. He wasn't even going to wait for a perfect moment, a romantic setting, or any kind of strategic planning.

"Wait! Luffy!" Usopp shouted, his voice a mixture of exasperation and concern, as he started his own hurried descent down the cliff. Even if the rubber-band-powered idiot wasn't going to wait, Usopp felt compelled to witness this momentous occasion. The crew were already expecting it; Luffy had made his intentions clear. This was his moment, the time for his grand declaration.

Sanji stood barefoot on the beach, warm sand curling around his toes as his eyes rested on the Thousand Sunny—the ship that had carried him through hell and home. He had come so far, overcoming countless obstacles, achieving dreams he once thought impossible. He had found the legendary All Blue, a feat he and Zeff had once only dreamed of. His dream restaurant, a haven for culinary creativity, was about to become a reality soon. The flavors of the ocean, waiting to be captured and transformed, danced in his mind—his dream now within reach, no longer a fantasy whispered to the waves- 

Suddenly, Luffy's voice, loud and unrestrained, sliced through his reverie. "SANJI!" The shout pulled Sanji sharply from his contemplative state. What could the King of the Pirates want from him now? He had already promised to prepare a gigantic celebratory feast for Luffy’s victory party, a culinary masterpiece worthy of the momentous occasion like how Luffy wanted.

Sanji watched as his captain approached, his usually carefree gait replaced by a strange solemnity. Luffy's feet sank into the warm sand as he abruptly dropped to his knees, his sudden action startling the cook. "What are you up to, Idiot? Yes, I'll be cooking a ton of meat for the party, no need to beg me twice," Sanji said, his voice laced with amusement, assuming that Luffy's unexpected action was just another one of his impulsive requests for food.

But Luffy shook his head, his wide eyes conveying a seriousness Sanji hadn't expected. The casual banter between them was gone, replaced by an unexpected tension. Sanji could feel the presence of the rest of the crew gathering around them, their hushed whispers and stifled laughter a silent commentary on the unfolding scene. Luffy fumbled, his usual smooth movements replaced by awkward uncertainty. 

Luffy adjusted his position, remembering Usopp's instructions—one knee, not both. The change was subtle but significant. Sanji's breath hitched; a sudden understanding dawned. He froze, his heart pounding, uncertain whether to believe that this was actually happening. Or it might just be a joke; Luffy frequently pulled pranks.

Usopp finally arrived, taking his position next to Nami, their navigator's smirk showing her amusement. "Do it, idiot. Do it…" he whispered, his words intended only for Luffy's ears, though Nami let out a soft chuckle, her amusement obvious to the onlookers.

Luffy raised his hand, then froze — his eyes widening in sudden panic. The ring wasn’t there. His fingers scrambled through the sand, a frantic, endearing mess as the crew collectively groaned. The crew watching the unfolding scene facepalmed, their reactions a mixture of amusement and sympathy. Finally, his fingers closed around the ring, its smooth surface a comforting sensation. He presented it to Sanji, his eyes meeting the cook's with an intensity that cut through the earlier lightheartedness. Despite his comical efforts, his eyes clearly conveyed the seriousness of the situation. Sanji's heart pounded against his ribs; despite the unconventional proposal, Luffy's eyes were filled with a sincerity that made his heart race.

Sanji stared at the simple ring, its smooth surface reflecting the intense emotions swirling within him. He then looked into Luffy’s eyes, his breath catching in his throat. He was about to speak, to break the charged silence, but then he was stunned into speechless awe. Was Luffy about to say something? To confess his feelings? To finally reveal what was in his heart?

But in Luffy's mind, a frantic scramble of words played out, the carefully constructed plan dissolving into a chaotic jumble of thoughts. He was already forgetting what he was supposed to say, the simple words Usopp had taught him slipping away like sand through his fingers. What did Usopp say again? Say… say what he needed to say. Yes, that's right.

"Uhh… Sanji, I… I wanna be with you forever and…" Luffy mumbled, his usually fearless voice trembling like he’d just faced an Admiral and forgot his pants. He struggled to find the right words, his mind overwhelmed by the presence of their assembled friends and the curious onlookers who had gathered, their excited squeals punctuating his struggle. He hoped Sanji couldn't see the blush creeping up his neck.

"Jeez, why is he more lost right now than Zoro?" Usopp muttered, shaking his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation coloring his tone. He watched the scene before him unfold, a silent observer to this surprisingly heartfelt moment.

"…and I want to always make you happy, to see you smile! Yes!" Luffy declared, his voice regaining its strength, a surge of confidence washing over him. He'd stumbled, yes, but he'd found his footing. Now, he remembered the actual question.

"Sanji," he began, his voice sincere and deeply felt, "as my cook, my friend, my nakama, and… my lover... will you marry me?"

Sanji's heart hammered against his ribs, its rhythm so loud that he could almost hear it drumming in his ears. His hands trembled slightly, a testament to the overwhelming emotions he struggled to contain. He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t control the tremor that shook his body. The effort to maintain his composure broke the moment he could no longer conceal his overwhelming happiness.

"Dumbass rubber…" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "Yes! I'll marry you!" The words were a torrent of relief and unbridled joy.

The crowd around them erupted in cheers, a wave of applause and joyous exclamations washing over them. Chopper squealed with delight, his small form bouncing with unrestrained excitement. Nami and Zoro exchanged a fond, knowing glance. Brook, ever the exuberant musician, began to play a lively jig, his joyful melody filling the air with an upbeat energy.

Luffy, his face beaming with unrestrained joy, slipped the ring onto Sanji's finger. In his excitement, he almost turned the ring upside down before placing it on the wrong finger. Robin giggled softly from the sidelines, gently correcting him.

Franky, despite being aboard the Sunny, watched the heartwarming scene unfold from afar, his voice booming across the distance. "SUPER romantic, bros!" he shouted, his voice filled with heartfelt approval. The crew erupted in laughter, mirroring Franky's joyous outburst. Luffy, still brimming with happiness, leaned forward and kissed Sanji's ringed finger, a gesture as tender as it was unexpected. "Your hands are now my treasure, too," he murmured, his voice soft and tender, his declaration both endearing and profoundly romantic, almost killing Sanji with a heart attack.

Time flew, not toward the story's end, but back to its beginning—the preparations for the grand celebration. Nami, ever the meticulous planner, was meticulously managing the expenses, even resorting to playfully strong-arming Luffy into using his newfound pirate treasure to cover the costs. After all, this was their party, their wedding—a momentous occasion deserving of no expense spared. Franky, ever the ingenious shipwright, had constructed an enormous, breathtaking platform, precisely as Luffy had envisioned, to accommodate the massive influx of guests expected.

This was more than just a party; it was a multifaceted celebration. A culmination of their epic journey, a testament to their shared triumph in achieving their seemingly impossible dreams. But this was also the wedding of the King of the Pirates and his beloved cook. Usopp and Brook, an unlikely pair, worked together to handle the endless list of wedding details, also helping Robin with the arrangements, her multiple arms proving remarkably useful in the logistical chaos of arranging everything from seating charts to floral arrangements. Jinbe, with his immense strength, was assisting Zoro in carrying various items, his calm demeanor a counterpoint to Zoro's often-grumbling efficiency. Nami, for once awestruck and momentarily distracted, lovingly traced Luffy's treasure chests with her fingers, their contents a testament to their shared success, before diving back into her organizational duties. Chopper, ever the devoted doctor, had spent the previous days ensuring the crew was fully healed from the arduous final battles that had paved the way for this joyous occasion. Sanji, amidst the flurry of wedding preparations, was orchestrating the creation of the most magnificent feast imaginable, his fiancé constantly begging for taste tests—every five seconds, no less.

In the blink of an eye, everything was complete, built by their combined efforts. The party was fully set, a breathtaking spectacle of color, music, and joyful energy. Luffy, his booming voice carrying across the island, had made the grand announcement—a double celebration that echoed across the globe. Newspapers across the world spread the momentous news: Luffy had become the King of the Pirates, and he was getting married.

Luffy personally sent invitations to all his friends, urging them to join the festivities. Those who couldn’t make it were instructed to keep abreast of the celebrations through the widely circulated newspapers and imagine themselves participating in the joyful occasion. His heartfelt invitations, the evidence of the deep bonds of friendship he had forged over the years, spread across the globe, carrying a wave of excitement and celebratory cheer.

Gifts poured in from across the globe, a sign of Luffy's widespread influence and the respect he had garnered during his incredible journey. Allies and admirers alike sent lavish decorations, transforming the wedding venue into a breathtaking spectacle. Intricate coral centerpieces, vibrant and otherworldly, arrived from Jinbe's homeland. Ethereal lanterns, crafted on Sky Island and capable of floating and glowing throughout the night, added a magical luminescence. Dressrosa, ever the opulent kingdom, contributed cascading showers of exquisitely fragrant flower petals, their colors a breathtaking spectacle.

Luffy, despite his usual carefree nature, felt a surge of responsibility. He knew that a vast multitude of people would be attending his wedding. The preparations had taken considerable time and effort, requiring guidance and assistance not just from his loyal crew. But finally, everything was set, arranged perfectly thanks to their combined efforts. Sanji and the crew, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and scale of the preparations, were close to tears. This wasn't just a wedding; this was their biggest moment, the culmination of their arduous journey and the celebration of their resounding success.

As they paused to admire the breathtaking beauty of the wedding and party areas—a visual feast of colors, textures, and aromas—Franky’s firework cannons, strategically installed on either side of the massive floating platform, caught their attention. Their impressive size and gleaming finish promised a spectacular nighttime display. Nami, ever practical and ever the master of timing, called the crew together, signaling it was time for them to prepare themselves. The arrival of their esteemed guests was imminent.

"Okay, I'm sure everyone's ready to get dressed, and please wear something proper. I know some of you have a… let's just say unique sense of fashion. Let's make this moment unforgettable, okay?" Nami announced, her voice crisp and efficient, her words laced with a playful hint of warning. A collective hum of agreement rippled through the crew as they dispersed to prepare for the momentous occasion.

Sanji, designated as the bride for the big day, was swiftly whisked away by Nami and Robin. The groom wasn't allowed to see the bride before the ceremony, a tradition that was clearly being upheld. "Sanji, as the bride, we're going to make sure you get a compliment from Luffy," Nami declared with a mischievous grin, already opening the door to a room overflowing with elegant garments.

Luffy, on the other hand, proved utterly hopeless when it came to fashion. While the other male members of the crew were already dressed, Luffy stubbornly clung to his usual casual attire. "Luffy! You should want to catch Sanji's attention when you get married! Not look like… that? It's just your normal clothes, damn it!" Usopp exclaimed, gently but firmly pushing Luffy back into the dressing room.

"I don't want to wear a suit," Zoro grumbled, his usual stoicism barely masking his reluctance to conform to societal expectations. However, he was quickly subdued by Robin's insistence that everyone wear formal attire. When he attempted to fashion his bandana into a necktie, Robin deftly corrected his haphazard attempt before returning to assist Sanji.

"Wait," Zoro called, his voice halting Robin's departure. "Where's the Cook? Isn't he getting ready?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, the groom can't see the bride yet, so we separated him from Luffy," Robin replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "Tch. I knew it. He's the bride since Luffy proposed to him," Zoro muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can't wait to see him in a gown…" He silently imagined the scene and let out a soft, wheezing chuckle, his stoic exterior momentarily breached by a rare burst of amusement.

Back in the dressing room, amidst a flurry of activity, Sanji stood before the mirror, his reflection revealing a truly unique wedding ensemble. Nami and Robin had clearly outdone themselves. The attire was a masterpiece of unconventional elegance—a double-breasted white tuxedo jacket, impeccably tailored, was layered over a long, flowing skirt, creating a dramatic silhouette that blended classic formality with a modern, unexpected twist. The skirt's tiered ruffles added a touch of whimsical charm, while a single, delicately crafted golden flower adorned the back, perfectly complementing the exquisite bouquet held gently in Sanji's hand. The overall design was something by Nami’s distinctive flair for the unconventional.

"Uhm… Nami-san, Robin-chan… Isn't this too… ehem, much? Can't I just wear a suit and be both grooms with Luffy?" Sanji asked, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. While he was undeniably impressed by the breathtaking outfit, it was definitely designed for a male bride, pushing his comfort zone. "Nonsense! This is your big day! Plus, we think you look stunning! Right, Robin?" Nami declared, her confidence unwavering. She turned to Robin, who nodded with a bright smile.

 "Plus," Nami continued, a calculating glint in her eye, "if Luffy doesn't notice how good you look, I might just electrocute his balls and throw him in the sea. And if I'm honest, this… is… expensive." She made a point of emphasizing the cost, highlighting the substantial financial investment made for this unique creation, a reminder of the dedication put into creating his stunning attire.

"You would look even more stunning with the veil on, Sanji-san," Robin suggested softly, her tone gentle yet firm. She picked up the long, delicate veil Nami had purchased, its gossamer fabric shimmering, and it's placed beside Sanji's pack of cigarettes, her approach almost hesitant and respectful. "May I…?" she asked, her eyes full of genuine joy for the groom. Sanji, despite his initial reservations, readily agreed; they were genuinely happy for him, which made it difficult to decline their offerings. She gently draped the veil over his head, transforming him into the picture of an elegant and not surprisingly handsome bride.

Sanji stared at his reflection for a long moment, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming happiness. He looked good, he had to admit it. The outfit was exquisite, a perfect blend of elegance and his own personal style. He could almost see Luffy's reaction, even though his captain wasn't always the most observant unless the object in question involved meat or food. But perhaps, just perhaps, Luffy would spare his stunning outfit more than a passing glance.

"I'm proud," Sanji whispered, the words a soft confession to himself. A genuine smile, devoid of self-doubt, finally graced his lips. He lingered before the mirror for a few more moments, releasing a long, slow exhale, letting go of any lingering anxieties. Nami hummed softly beside him, making some final adjustments to his outfit, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You should be," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "We came this far, and we'll go further."

"I really expected myself to marry a woman," Sanji mused, his voice barely above a whisper, as Nami and Robin made a few more delicate adjustments to his appearance. Chopper had done a remarkable job healing his wounds from the final battle, ensuring that he looked his very best. "But look at me now, with the man we all trusted the most… who I trusted most," he finished, his voice filled with a profound sense of contentment. Nami simply smiled, her eyes brimming with happiness, and Robin nodded in silent agreement.

Some distance away, in the men's dressing room, a scene of contrasting chaos and quiet preparation unfolded. Chopper, adorably dressed in a tiny tuxedo, was receiving assistance with his bowtie from Brook. "Guys, do I look good?" he asked, his voice filled with childlike enthusiasm. Franky, ever the enthusiastic supporter, boomed, "You look SUPER CUTE!" causing Chopper to giggle delightedly as he skipped over to admire Zoro, who surprisingly looked quite dapper in a surprisingly sleek green suit.

"Wow, you clean up surprisingly well, Zoro!" Chopper exclaimed, his admiration genuine. Zoro, his stoicism momentarily breached, muttered a reluctant, "Don't get used to it," before resuming his quiet contemplation.

Zoro's head snapped to the side at the sound of raised voices emanating from Luffy's dressing room. Intrigued, he pushed open the door, his gaze immediately drawn to Luffy, who stood in the center of the room, looking surprisingly dapper in a sophisticated white wedding suit. The three-piece ensemble—a shawl-collar tuxedo jacket, a double-breasted waistcoat, and impeccably tailored trousers (though they were suspiciously similar to his usual shorts in cut, just in white)—was a far cry from his captain's usual attire. The high-collared shirt added a touch of classic elegance, creating an overall look that was both modern and surprisingly timeless. This was clearly not something Luffy would wear casually.

"Usopp! I don't like this! It's too hot! And I feel like I can't punch in it!" Luffy complained, his voice laced with frustration, his hands already fumbling with the buttons of his suit jacket, attempting to undo the garment's restrictive embrace. Usopp, his patience clearly wearing thin, prevented Luffy from stripping out of his new attire, his exasperation evident in his actions.

"You're not going to punch anyone at your own wedding, Luffy!" Usopp exclaimed, his voice sharp with frustration. He expertly adjusted Luffy's jacket, which had become slightly askew during Luffy’s struggle. Chopper, having completed his rounds, entered the room, armed with a bottle of fragrant hairspray, ready to tame Luffy's usually unruly mop of hair.

"I might!" Luffy declared, his tone as if stating the most obvious of facts. "If something goes wrong, like a sea monster stealing Sanji!" he added, as if this was a perfectly reasonable justification for engaging in fisticuffs at his wedding. Usopp rolled his eyes heavenward, his patience thoroughly exhausted. He placed Luffy's trademark straw hat back on his hand. "Your groom is literally a dangerous wanted man with over a billion bounty on his head," he pointed out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That sea monster would've been toasted before it could even touch him!"

Usopp groaned, his patience finally snapping. He grabbed Luffy's shoulders firmly, pinning the restless captain in place, preventing any further attempts at self-liberation. "Listen to me, Captain: this suit is tailored. It's expensive. And Sanji is going to faint if he sees you half-dressed at the altar. In the bad way," he emphasized.

Luffy blinked. "Sanji's gonna faint?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern.

"In a bad way, Luffy!" Usopp snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. "Like—'you embarrassed me in front of a hundred people' way!" He clarified, emphasizing the disastrous social implications of Luffy's impulsive actions.

That made Luffy freeze. He tilted his head, his brow furrowed in thought. He slowly looked down at his reflection in the full-length mirror, his gaze lingering on the unfamiliar yet surprisingly sharp lines of the wedding suit. He tugged at the lapel of his jacket, and for a moment, he actually stood still.

"…I do look cool though," he mumbled, a hint of self-awareness surprising even himself. "Do you think he'll like it? The suit?" he added.

"YES!" Usopp and Chopper answered in unison, their voices filled with enthusiastic approval. "Captain, you look like a fairy prince!" Chopper exclaimed, his words filled with genuine admiration.

"I'm a King!" Luffy corrected.

"A fairy King!"

"Hmph, the Cook would be more than happy to see you trying to look good for him instead of looking like an old rug of clothes," Zoro added, his typically stoic demeanor softening slightly as he offered his own assessment. Usopp and Chopper readily agreed with his assessment.

"Great! Then I will try to restrain myself," Luffy declared, his voice brimming with newfound determination, but already betraying his impulsive nature. "For Sanji! To make him happy!" He grabbed his straw hat, preparing to don it, only to receive a sharp tap on the forehead from Chopper's hoof. "Not yet, Captain! Your hair still needs some work," Chopper admonished. The fragrant hairspray needed to fully set for the best result.

Finally, after much effort and a fair amount of wrestling, the boys managed to make their captain look presentable. It was remarkable; he looked like a completely different man, albeit one still unmistakably Luffy. "Sanji surely looks cool, I just know it," he muttered, finally settling his straw hat firmly on his head, the familiar accessory offering a touch of his usual carefree self.

"Yeah, and let's hope he thinks you look cool too when you say that," Usopp chuckled, releasing Luffy from his grasp. He leaned back against a chair, adjusting his own attire, watching his captain with a tired but fond smile.

"I don't want to be the one to dress him up next time," he added, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

"It was hard wrestling him into those clothes, huh? I expected nothing less," Zoro commented, glancing at Usopp before heading off to join the groom, his usual stoic demeanor masking a hint of amusement.

Luffy's gaze fell upon a notepad and pen resting on a nearby table beside Brook. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as an idea sparked. "Hey, Chopper," he called, his voice conspiratorial. "Run to Sanji and give this to him." He quickly scribbled a note. The small reindeer nodded eagerly, snatching the note before setting off towards the ladies' dressing room.

Chopper was hurrying toward Sanji when he spotted Franky performing a final, meticulous inspection of the fireworks on the enormous party platform. "IF IT DOESN'T GO BOOM, IT'S NOT A SUPER PARTY!" Franky declared, his voice booming across the area. Chopper chuckled, his gaze shifting to the numerous ships now gathering nearby, each a vessel bearing more of Luffy's esteemed guests. Time was of the essence.

Sanji was mid-makeup application, Nami's deft hands carefully enhancing his already striking features, when Chopper burst into the room, waving a folded slip of paper like flag.

"Message from Luffy!" he announced proudly, his voice filled with excitement.

Sanji blinked, startled by the sudden interruption. Nami smoothly stepped back, clearing a path for Chopper to approach. Sanji carefully took the note, unfolding it with gentleness, his eyes scanning the familiar, childish scrawl.

“Hope you're not fainting in the bad way,” he read aloud, his voice barely a whisper. “I'm sure you'll look cool, more cool if you smile! And you'll be the coolest person out there like always. I miss you already! — King of the Pirates, Luffy.”

Sanji stared at the note, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, the bustling atmosphere around him faded, replaced by a soft, expectant silence. His heartbeat quickened. The simple words, written in Luffy's characteristically unrestrained style, carried an unexpected weight, a profound sincerity that moved him deeply.

Then, a soft smile touched his lips, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Nami sighed softly beside him, her gaze lingering on the note as Robin looked over Nami's shoulder, Chopper perched happily on Robin’s shoulder, straining to get a better look.

"If this note is enough to ruin your eyeliner or your look," Nami said, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and genuine concern, "I'm dropping you both a handkerchief each out there." She smiled, handing Sanji a delicate handkerchief, her gesture a silent expression of her support and unwavering friendship.

Sanji accepted the handkerchief Nami offered, gently dabbing at the corners of his eyes, discreetly wiping away the telltale traces of unshed tears. He then tucked the precious note into his pocket, securing it close to his heart, for safekeeping until the moment was right.

Chopper, having hopped down from Robin's shoulder, gazed at Sanji's outfit with wide, awestruck eyes. His little reindeer nose twitched with delight as he took in the breathtaking ensemble—a unique combination of a sharp, tailored wedding suit and a flowing, ruffled skirt, creating an unexpectedly harmonious blend of classic and unconventional styles.

"Sanji! You look amazing! So majestic! I can't wait to see you out there!" Chopper exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He reached out, gently touching the elegant bouquet, examining the exquisite golden flowers intertwined with white and red roses.

Sanji blushed, a delicate pink tinge coloring his cheeks. He allowed Chopper to inspect the bouquet, his heart warmed by the young doctor's sincere compliment. "The veil looks like it's a part of the outfit itself," Chopper observed, peering around Sanji from behind, his words highlighting the seamless integration of the veil into the overall design.

"Yeah, it sure does, huh, Chopper?" Nami agreed, her voice soft with affection. Her gaze lingered on Chopper's excited form before returning to the cook, whose blush deepened under her attentive gaze. "Sanji-kun will be perfect out there. I'll make sure of it," she added, her words a mixture of confidence and heartfelt support.

Notes:

I'm just an inch quarter from the real main deal right now. There's a reason why the tags are plenty because there's a lot going to happen soon, especially at the main part.

Yes, my style in writing is adding plenty enhanced descriptions to make the reader feel and see the moment.

Warnings, tags, and ratings will change thanks to some chapters. Expect that.

You all get free invitation to the grandest LuSan wedding of all time—because the author Kaishi is sacrificing sleep (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Chapter 2: He's Gorgeous - Greetings & Procession

Summary:

The chapter title says it all

Notes:

I'm glad you all accepted the invitations! Yes, readers have preserved seats just for them as we all watch this grand wedding unfold

The author is exploding with emotions and brain damaged for how much my notes app is lagging from planning — apart from Robin, I'm the wedding planner, guys

"Everyone is already arriving," Chopper announced, his voice a mixture of excitement and a hint of urgency. Nami exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Robin, silently assigning roles. "Very well," Robin said, her voice calm and reassuring. "Let's not keep them waiting." She gave Sanji one last look, a silent message of support passing between them. She mouthed a barely perceptible "good luck" before heading out of the room with Chopper.

As the two departed, Nami placed a comforting hand on Sanji's shoulder, her touch conveying a silent message of encouragement. She knew he'd soon be the center of attention, the focus of all eyes. "You're going to be so happy out there," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth, her smile radiating confidence and support.

A wave of memories washed over Nami—flashbacks of Arlong Park, the haunting images of her sister, Bellemere, and Genzo’s faces. The memories of being used and controlled by someone still lingered, but the strength of her freedom now overshadowed that darkness. She would ensure that her friends, the ones who had given her that hard-earned freedom, would be happy, their happiness reflecting her own.

Outside, a ship from Cocoyasi Village had secured a place near the enormous platform, its passengers disembarking and making their way toward the festive scene. "I can't wait to see them," a young woman with bright light blue hair and eyes murmured, stepping gracefully off the ship, her youthful energy palpable. She was accompanied by a man in a brown, short-sleeved police uniform, his demeanor a reassuring contrast to the exuberant joy of the young woman.

Franky, ever the meticulous engineer, performed one last, thorough stability check of the enormous platform before taking up his position as greeter, guiding the arriving guests to their assigned seats.

A steady stream of distinguished guests began arriving—warlords, royalty, and a multitude of other influential figures, their vessels drawing up to the grand platform like moths to a flame.

Jinbe and Zoro stood guard at the entrance, fulfilling their appointed roles with efficiency and precision. Jinbe, his imposing presence both welcoming and reassuring, greeted each guest with a warm smile, carefully assessing their identity before directing them to their pre-assigned seating. Zoro, meanwhile, acted as security, following Robin’s instructions to the letter; he confiscated any weapons and maintained a watchful eye to prevent any unwanted intrusions or disruptions.

Fish-men or people were directed to their custom-built section, a luxurious area designed to accommodate their unique physiology. Giants, with their imposing stature, were guided to seats offering a spectacular view from a large windowed ceiling on the first floor. Guests who couldn't fit comfortably on the first floor were graciously directed to the second-floor balcony, accessible by a wide, elegantly crafted staircase.

As Zoro surveyed the growing pile of confiscated weaponry, he looked up to see another royal family's vessel arrive, one that Jinbe instantly recognized. "Ah, yes, the Vinsmokes," Jinbe confirmed, his voice respectful yet firm. He consulted a prepared seating chart before clearing his throat. "For Sanji's siblings," he announced, his tone even and polite. "You may all take your seats in the second row, front section. As for Judge…" he paused, a slight emphasis on the name. "…you may find a place toward the back." He gestured accordingly.

"That brat really—" Judge began, his voice seething with outrage, already preparing a tirade. However, Reiju swiftly intervened, placing a restraining hand on her father's arm. "You're lucky we're even invited," she muttered, her voice sharp with barely suppressed annoyance. With a huff, she steered her father and brothers toward the platform, discreetly mouthing an apology as they went, a silent concession to the unavoidable reality of their situation.

Zoro watched the Vinsmokes disappear into the crowd, a thoughtful expression settling on his face. "So they're his family, huh?" he murmured, his voice barely audible above the festive buzz. "No wonder those eyebrows looked so familiar," he muttered, shaking his head slightly before returning his attention to his task.

But before he could fully focus, he felt a warm hug engulf him from behind. He recognized the familiar scent of carrot and fur, realizing that the Mink Tribe had arrived.

"Zoro!" Carrot greeted, her voice bright and cheerful, before releasing him as Jinbe directed the minks toward their designated seating area. "I can't wait to see them!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious, before scampering off to join her fellow Minks. Zoro let out another weary sigh, preparing himself for the next wave of guests.

A grin slowly spread across Zoro's face as the familiar ship from Baratie pulled up, its arrival bringing a wave of nostalgia. "No weapons?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, addressing the group of chefs as they approached. Zeff, standing prominently at the forefront, shook his head. "We would never start a fight at such an important event," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering. Zoro nodded, satisfied.

"Well, welcome," Jinbe announced, once again consulting his seating chart. "Sanji mentioned you all have a special place reserved, and as for Chef Zeff, you'll have the honor of walking Sanji down the aisle." A subtle smile touched Jinbe's lips as he noted the thoughtful inclusion. It seemed Luffy had ensured that Sanji would be escorted by a true father figure.

Zeff, his gaze thoughtful, was led away by Franky. Behind him, a familiar, sobbing voice broke the festive mood. "Sanji's… really grown up now, Boss…?" Patty's words were thick with emotion. Zeff's voice cut through the sentimentality. "Don't you dare cry, Patty. This is that eggplant's wedding, for God's sake," he scolded gently, his gruff exterior masking a wave of undeniable pride.

Zoro watched as several marine vessels arrived, their crews marching purposefully toward the platform. He maintained his vigilant stance, ensuring that each marine surrendered their weapons before proceeding. The platform was already teeming with a diverse array of pirates, among them the formidable Emperors, including Shanks and his crew, highlighting the extraordinary nature of this gathering.

However, Zoro’s stern expression softened slightly at the sight of a familiar figure—Koby, his pink hair a striking contrast to the more subdued attire of the other marines. Before either Koby or Garp could speak, Robin's voice cut through the air from behind. 

"Boa Hancock was walking around earlier, not to her seat," Robin informed, gesturing discreetly toward the area where the wedding officiant was positioned. Zoro sighed, nodding in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to the arriving guests and Jinbe.

"Jinbe, I'll leave Koby and the marines to you for now," Zoro said, his tone brisk and efficient. "I need to address a potential disruption." Jinbe nodded in understanding, his expression conveying both confidence in Zoro's abilities and an unspoken awareness of the warlord's unpredictable nature. With that, Zoro set off in pursuit of the troublesome pirate empress.

After navigating through a sea of guests, Zoro found Hancock attempting to subtly influence the wedding officiant with her powerful charm. He sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "If Luffy finds out about this, you'll be kicked out, and I'm not even joking," he warned, his voice low and serious, his hand instinctively moving toward his swords. He added the threat of summoning Luffy himself to fully ensure her cooperation.

Hancock, well-aware of Luffy's unpredictable temper, quickly retreated, her ambitions thwarted by the threat of the captain's wrath. However, Zoro's sigh deepened as he had to resort to a swift kick to the officiant's nether regions to snap the man out of his captivated state. He let out a groan of pure annoyance as he registered the sight of Hancock in a luxurious white gown. "Does she think this is her wedding?" he muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable.

Meanwhile, perched in a relatively secluded spot overlooking the assembled guests, Luffy was lost in a sea of familiar faces. He surveyed the crowd, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he smiled warmly at the many friends and allies who had gathered to celebrate his momentous occasion. But his moment of quiet contemplation was abruptly interrupted by a sharp rap on the back of his head. Usopp, his expression one of utter exasperation, firmly steered him back toward a semblance of composure.

"Idiot, were you not listening to me?!" Usopp exploded, his voice a mixture of frustration and barely-contained panic. Luffy, ever prone to distraction, started to fidget under the sniper’s intense gaze. "Look, I'm hungry—" Luffy began, his attention already drifting toward the culinary delights that undoubtedly lay nearby. However, Usopp cut him short.

"Look, Pirate King," Usopp said, his tone dropping to a forceful whisper, his words laced with earnest concern. "This is your moment. Everyone is here to watch you. I'm telling you to remember your damn vows," he stressed, attempting to firmly implant the importance of the occasion into Luffy's notoriously forgetful brain. "Sanji will go pale instead of blushing from love if you embarrass him in front of this many people, you hear me?!" Usopp added, gesturing dramatically toward the vast expanse of guests below.

Luffy, finally spurred into action by the thought of disappointing Sanji, straightened his posture. "Right! I wouldn't want to disappoint him!" he declared, puffing out his chest in a show of newfound determination. But before his resolve could fully solidify, a familiar voice cut through the air, calling out his name. He turned, Usopp trailing behind him.

Their gaze fell upon Boa Hancock, radiant and undeniably glamorous in her stunning white gown. Zoro, his expression one of weary resignation, was attempting to discreetly escort her away from the ceremony area. "Seems like Hancock got lost!" Luffy chuckled, his usual carefree demeanor returning. Usopp, however, remained unconvinced.

"To me, the hearts in her eyes says something else," he sighed, his expression betraying his skepticism of Hancock's seemingly innocent blunder.

Finally, the wedding officiant, having recovered from his earlier encounter with Zoro's well-aimed kick, made his way to the altar. He cast a quick, assessing glance at Zoro, who remained vigilant, scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. The arrival of guests appeared to have concluded; no further ships were approaching the platform. Brook, somewhere, started playing some music, making the crowd pause from their chattering.

The priest took his position, his presence signaling the commencement of the ceremony. He was followed by the groom, Luffy, accompanied by Usopp, his best man. They half-gracefully made their way to the altar from the side of the platform, their arrival met with a ripple of anticipation from the assembled guests. Luffy, looking surprisingly sharp in his tailored outfit, took his place, his excitement palpable. The crowd reacted with a mixture of amusement, admiration, and outright adoration.

Next, the bridesmaids and groomsmen, including Robin, Zoro, and Franky, made their grand entrance, proceeding down the aisle in pairs. The order of their appearance was carefully orchestrated—the attendants who would be standing farthest from the bridal couple led the procession, each pair gracefully reaching the end of the aisle before parting ways. The groomsmen turned right, taking their positions on the groom’s side, while the bridesmaids turned left, positioning themselves symmetrically on the bride's side. The guests watched with bated breath, the air shimmering with anticipation for the bride's imminent arrival.

From his place at the altar, Luffy scanned the crowd, his eyes searching eagerly for Sanji. His excitement was evident in his features, a joyful anticipation radiating from him.

Meanwhile, from Nami's perspective, as she prepared to walk down the aisle, she performed a final, meticulous check of Sanji's attire—ensuring that his veil, dress, and train were flawlessly arranged. She then gracefully made her way down the aisle, her own joy reflecting the jubilant atmosphere. She deliberately avoided looking at the crowd; the familiar faces of friends and allies would undoubtedly evoke strong emotions. She took her position on the bride's left side, her gaze focused on Sanji. She held Sanji’s bouquet securely, intending to return it to him following the traditional kiss.

While the guests eagerly awaited the bride's entrance, a diverse array of reactions rippled through the crowd. Bartolomeo, ever the enthusiastic fan, had his camera poised, ready to capture every precious moment, mirroring the actions of several other attendees.

Boa Hancock, her gaze unwavering, remained fixated on Luffy, her heart seemingly oblivious to the momentous occasion, her thoughts preoccupied with a fantasy of the captain dressing so impeccably for her.

The wedding officiant, still visibly shaken from his earlier encounter with Zoro's swift justice, desperately attempted to maintain order, his profuse sweating a testament to his lingering discomfort.

Then, a wave of collective "awes" washed over the crowd as a truly heartwarming entrance unfolded. Chopper, the ring bearer, made his way down the aisle, his tiny tuxedo, and the small pillow cradling the rings adding to his irresistible adorableness. Both Zoro and Robin, watching with evident pride, visibly struggled to maintain their composure; Robin, along with many other guests, fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

The music shifted subtly, Brook, the ever-reliable musician, cracking his knuckles as he prepared to play. Luffy's gaze locked onto the aisle, his breath caught in his throat, his anticipation reaching a fever pitch. The entire crowd followed his gaze, their attention focused intently on the entrance.

Then, Sanji emerged, his entrance a breathtaking spectacle. He was a vision of elegance, his custom-fitted white suit-dress, flowing gracefully around him, an intricately embroidered train trailing majestically behind. The wind momentarily caught his veil, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to his dramatic entrance.

A hush fell over the crowd, their collective gasp a testament to Sanji's stunning appearance. Bartolomeo, ever the dedicated photographer, worked stealthily, capturing numerous silent shots of the mesmerizing scene, determined to immortalize this unforgettable moment.

Luffy's gaze remained locked on Sanji, his mind momentarily overwhelmed by the breathtaking sight. His jaw dropped, his breath caught in his throat, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a stunned silence. "He's beautiful…" he finally managed to gasp, the words a breathless whisper, barely audible above the hushed anticipation of the crowd.

Usopp, ever practical, gently nudged his captain, reminding him of his composure. "Breathe, Captain. Breathe," he whispered urgently. "Mouth closed. Now." With a gentle hand, he guided Luffy's jaw back into place, restoring a semblance of decorum.

In the crowd, Boa Hancock clutched her chest, her eyes darting between Sanji and Luffy, a complex mix of emotions—admiration, longing, and perhaps a touch of bewilderment—playing across her features. "The curly one…? With the legs…?!" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her words betraying her unexpected fascination. Garp, ever the proud grandfather, silently shouted, "That's my grandson!" his pride evident even amidst the hushed reverence of the ceremony. Other guests offered their own expressions of awe and delight, their reactions reflecting the stunning beauty of Sanji.

Zeff, at that moment, approached Sanji, taking his hand and stepping into his role as escort. Sanji paused, a mix of intense emotions welling up within him. He was on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by the potent cocktail of joy, gratitude, and love. But Zeff's gruff voice cut through the turmoil. "Smile like a man," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle despite his harsh words. "Your groom is watching." With a renewed strength and a renewed resolve to maintain his composure, Sanji turned his gaze back to Luffy and continued his walk, a radiant smile gracing his lips, his joy unbridled.

In the back row, Judge sat with his jaw agape, his usual arrogance completely undone by the sight of his son walking by someone else. Reiju, meanwhile, sat serenely beside her brothers, her smile a picture of quiet pride. She knew Sanji had found his place, that he was content and deeply loved within his newfound family.

Sabo, seated beside Koala, was openly weeping, his sobs a testament to the joy swelling within him; he was overcome with the pride of a protective older brother. Koala, ever the compassionate and patient companion, continuously supplied him with tissues, her quiet presence a source of comfort and support.

The wind stilled, as if holding its breath in anticipation. The music softened, its melody becoming a gentle caress rather than a vibrant fanfare. Even the sun seemed to cooperate, its rays casting a warm, golden glow upon Sanji as he moved forward with a quiet grace that belied the storm of emotions swirling within him. Brook, ever the dramatic musician, wept openly—though, as he was wont to point out, he didn't actually have eyes to cry with. “Yohohoho,” he chuckled, his voice thick with emotion.

Chopper's eyes sparkled with childlike wonder, his little hooves clutched to his mouth in a gesture of pure awe. "Sanji looks like he came out of a dream…" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Nami's smirk faltered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears of pride and joy; she, after all, had crafted that stunning outfit. Even Ivankov, known for his flamboyant style and discerning eye, looked genuinely astonished. Robin, maintaining her composed exterior, clasped her hands together, her expression conveying a deep sense of satisfaction. "I knew he looked better with the veil," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Franky, his usually boisterous demeanor replaced by quiet awe, offered a shaky thumbs-up, his heartfelt approval evident. Zoro, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead, stole a fleeting glance at Luffy, a flicker of something akin to pride—or perhaps a grudging respect—flashing across his stoic features before he quickly returned his attention to the ceremony. He muttered something under his breath, his words lost in the overall hush, but it sounded remarkably like a testament to the scene. Even Jinbe, ever the epitome of stoic composure, let out a low hum of appreciation, his serene demeanor subtly shifting. "A union worth witnessing," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, confirming the significance of the moment.

Bartolomeo, his emotions overflowing, wept openly and silently, his camera capturing every precious moment with frenetic zeal. Between shots, he could occasionally be heard mouthing the words, “This is the best day of my life,” his words a testament to the profound impact of the ceremony on this devoted fan.

Sanji's steps slowed as he neared the altar, the weight of the moment settling upon him. Luffy, still reeling from the stunning vision before him, stood at the altar, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if unsure whether to wave, to reach out, or to simply scream his unbridled joy. His usual boundless energy was replaced by a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving Sanji's form.

Sanji paused for only a heartbeat before continuing his approach. And Luffy, unable to contain his eagerness any longer, instinctively took a step forward, meeting Sanji halfway.

 Zeff, his role as escort fulfilled, gave Sanji's hand one final, firm squeeze before placing it gently into Luffy's, his gruff scowl unable to completely mask the shimmer of emotion in his eye. "Take care of him," he muttered, his voice low enough that only Luffy could hear. "Luffy," he added, a trace of warmth softening his gruff tone.

"I will," Luffy promised, his gaze never wavering from Sanji's, his voice a low rumble of absolute conviction.

At last, they stood together, a unified whole. For a moment, time itself seemed to suspend its relentless march. There were no quests, no raging winds, no lingering tension—only two souls, deeply and undeniably in love, radiating an incandescent warmth that rivaled the sun.

Behind them, the officiant cleared his throat, his nervous energy palpable. 

Zoro shot him a sharp glare, a silent but unmistakable warning hanging in the air. "Don't you dare mess this up again," his gaze seemed to convey, a testament to his loyalty and protectiveness of his captain and cook.

The ceremony could now begin.

Notes:

I hit y'all with many different scenes so feel free to comment about each one you found the most amusing.

Clearly, we're just getting started and I'm already staring at the word count. Anyways, live, laugh, love—LuSan♡ I will combust because I'm writing the story I should be the one reading- but y'all get fanservice (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)/

Chapter 3: It's Mine - Ceremony & Reception + Reunions

Summary:

Again, the chapter title says it all.

Notes:

I am happily providing you all a daily chapter update! Why? Because I'm as invested in this story as you all and that I actually thoroughly thought of and planned everything all out before posting the first chapter.

Some of the tags will now come alive this chapter. (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, their intricate designs depicting Jolly Rogers and stylized devil fruits, casting a kaleidoscopic glow upon the assembled guests. A hush fell over the crowd as the officiant stepped forward, his vestments, embroidered with similar motifs, adding a touch of whimsical grandeur to the proceedings.

The officiant cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the expectant silence. "We are gathered today to witness a momentous occasion," he began, his tone imbued with a sense of both reverence and playful enthusiasm, "a union as legendary as the Grand Line itself, as enduring as the will of D!"

A ripple of laughter and cheers went through the crowd, breaking the tension with a wave of joyous approval. Nami stole a quick glance at Sanji, her eyes softening with affection. Zoro, ever stoic, offered a brief, almost imperceptible nod, his tacit approval conveying his unwavering support.

Lost in the moment, Sanji ignored the officiant's introductory remarks, leaning close to Luffy's ear. "You remembered your vows?" he whispered, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness lacing his voice. Luffy, his gaze fixed intently on Sanji, grinned. "I remembered you're mine," he replied, his voice a soft rumble of affection. Sanji fought to suppress his reaction, a smile threatening to bloom across his lips.

"Let us begin," the officiant continued, his voice softening, "Luffy, son of Monkey D. Dragon, and Sanji, the charming cook of the Thousand Sunny," he announced, his words ringing with significance, "do you both swear to love, cherish, and protect each other, through calm seas and raging storms, through bounty hunters and celestial dragons, until death do you part?"

Luffy, his face beaming with unadulterated joy, roared his answer, his voice booming with confidence and unbridled affection. "I DO!"

Sanji, ever the gentleman, responded with a slightly more subdued, yet equally heartfelt, "I do," his voice resonating with genuine emotion and a quiet intensity.

The officiant smiled, a gentle warmth in his eyes. "Now for the vows," he announced, his voice clear and resonant. "Luffy, you may begin."

Luffy, burdened by the weight of Usopp's pointed gaze, found his carefully prepared vows inexplicably jumbled in his mind. He could practically feel the sniper's intense, almost dangerous aura radiating beside him. With a quiet sigh, he decided to cast aside his rehearsed words and speak from the heart.

"Sanji," he began, his voice filled with genuine sincerity, "you're the best cook in the world! And you always make sure we have enough meat!" he added, a grin spreading across his face. "But despite that," he continued, his tone shifting to one of profound affection, "you're also my family. I vow to protect you, even from those pesky ladies who try to steal you away!" he declared, a playful jab at Boa Hancock's obvious infatuation in the crowd. "I will laugh with you, share my meat with you, and fight alongside you," he promised "I'll always be there for you, no matter what."

Sanji, his eyes shining with unshed tears, responded, "Luffy," he began, his gaze unwavering. "You're my captain, my nakama, and the most amazing person I know. Your heart is as big as the ocean, and I swore to always protect it." His voice cracked slightly with emotion. "I vow to always cook for you, to tend your wounds, and to follow you to the ends of the earth," he declared, his words a testament to his unwavering loyalty. "While ensuring that your laughter is never silenced," he added, his voice softening, his affection evident. "I will love you with all my heart, for all of our days, and even beyond."

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, tears welling in the eyes of even the toughest pirates. Usopp let out a relieved sigh, his tension finally dissipating. Luffy might have deviated from his prepared script, but his heartfelt words had resonated deeply, capturing the essence of their profound bond. The vows, though unconventional, had perfectly captured the unique essence of their extraordinary relationship.

In a meticulously crafted case—a testament to Franky's unparalleled skill—the officiant presented the rings: two simple gold bands, each bearing an inscription reflecting the couple's unique bond. One ring bore a delicately engraved Jolly Roger, while the other featured a stylized flame, their contrasting imagery symbolizing their intertwined identities.

Luffy, his fingers slightly clumsy, slipped the ring onto Sanji's finger, his large hand almost engulfing Sanji's delicate one. With a tender murmur, barely audible above the hushed anticipation, he whispered, "My fire."

Sanji, his touch gentle and precise, placed the ring on Luffy's finger in return. His reply, a quiet yet heartfelt affirmation, echoed the depth of his commitment. "My freedom," he murmured.

As the echoes of the crowd's joyous cheers subsided, the officiant chuckled softly, clearly moved by the unique beauty of the ceremony. "I have presided over marriages between emperors, warlords, and warriors," he confessed, dabbing at his eyes with a bright red handkerchief—one that may or may not have subtly displayed Shanks's unmistakable Jolly Roger. "But I daresay… none quite like this."

A spontaneous standing ovation erupted from the Straw Hat crew—a chaotic yet harmonious blend of mismatched claps, exuberant cheers, and unrestrained whistles.

"Say it already!" Franky shouted, his voice booming above the din. "Seal it with a SUPER kiss!"

"Get it over with before Luffy eats the ring!" Nami snapped, half-laughing, half-crying, her mascara smudged and her usual composure slightly unraveling. Brook's violin filled the air, adding a poignant and emotional counterpoint to the chaotic jubilation. His rendition of Binks' Sake was unexpectedly melancholic, yet intensely beautiful, the swelling music hinting at the depth of emotion permeating the event.

The officiant raised his arms, his voice ringing with authority. "By the power vested in me by the World Government—and then, by the spirit of the sea, the wind in your sails, and the bonds you've forged through fire and freedom—I now pronounce you husbands."

He stepped back, his gesture granting the couple their moment. "You may now kiss your forever."

Their eyes locked—sky-blue gaze meeting dark chocolate depths. In that single, intense gaze, the entirety of their shared journey unfolded—from the bustling kitchens of Baratie to the perilous heights of Enies Lobby, from the treacherous labyrinth of Whole Cake Island to the fierce battles of Wano. A thousand unspoken words, a thousand shared experiences, a thousand silent confessions—all distilled into a single, profound moment of understanding. No further words were needed.

Luffy blinked, as if jolted back to the present, a sudden awareness washing over him. A wide grin spread across his face, his eagerness palpable. He stepped forward, his impatience evident as he gently lifted Sanji's veil, the delicate fabric separating them now swept aside. His hands instinctively found their way to Sanji's waist, his touch tender yet firm.

Sanji met Luffy halfway, mirroring his captain's unwavering commitment. Just as he had always been there—through every battle, every quiet night watch, every reckless dive into danger—he was now there, in front of everyone they loved, a steadfast presence in Luffy's life. He tilted Luffy's face upward, a slight adjustment that brought their lips together in a kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken devotion.

Perfectly timed with their embrace, Franky, ever the master showman, discreetly pressed a hidden control, unleashing a breathtaking cascade of fireworks that erupted around them, creating a vivid and unforgettable backdrop to their first kiss as husbands. The cheers of the crowd swelled, their joyous clamor mingling with the quiet sobs of the Straw Hat crew, their joy and relief overwhelming.

The music Brook was playing shifted, its joyful melody transforming into a more exuberant, celebratory tune, perfectly synchronized with a dramatic reveal. The walls of the platform parted, revealing a hidden extension—a vast, expansive space far beyond the initial ceremony area. This wasn't merely a wedding; it was a grand celebration, a testament to the Straw Hats' unwavering pursuit of their dreams. The crowd’s cheers intensified, their enthusiasm amplified by the breathtaking transformation of the venue. Bartolomeo with plenty of others are even snapping hundreds of pics. A path opened, leading to an even larger, more vibrant party area, promising an evening of unrestrained revelry.

Luffy and Sanji's sweet, passionate kiss finally broke, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts beating in unison, a rhythm of love and shared affection. They continued to gaze at each other, their eyes locked in a silent conversation.

Chopper squealed with delight, his excitement overflowing. Jinbe chuckled softly, his deep chuckle a low rumble of contentment. Robin smiled serenely, her expression a mix of quiet joy and heartfelt satisfaction. Even Zoro, his usual stoicism momentarily breached, let out a low grunt of approval, his eyes remaining fixed on the happy couple.

"Alright! That's enough!" Nami shouted, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to maintain a stern demeanor. Her voice was a mixture of playful exasperation and genuine affection. "You're gonna melt into each other at this rate!" she added, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Luffy giggled, his voice dazed with wonder, his forehead resting gently against Sanji's. "We're married," he whispered, the words imbued with an almost childlike wonder, a profound sense of simple joy.

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, his cheeks flushed a delicate pink, his eyes shining with an intensity that bordered on ethereal. "Yeah, dumbass," he murmured. "We are."

Luffy looked up at the dramatically transformed ceiling, his gaze taking in the dazzling fireworks display and the newly revealed expanse of the party area. He knew instinctively that the formal ceremony was over; it was time for the reception, and more importantly, the party. Below, Franky, being the efficient host, was already expertly guiding the guests toward the newly opened main party area.

With a grin that radiated pure joy, Luffy scooped Sanji into his arms, his strength effortlessly lifting the cook into a celebratory embrace. "IT'S TIME TO PARTY!!" he roared, his voice echoing across the platform, his infectious enthusiasm electrifying the already jubilant crowd. 

He dashed off toward the expanded party area, a space now brimming with the festive energy that only Franky, fueled by copious amounts of cola, could provide. Sanji's long veil billowed dramatically behind them as they ran. Nami and Usopp sprang into action, chasing after the exuberant couple.

"Sanji-kun! Catch!" Nami called out, deftly tossing the bridal bouquet back to Sanji as he was being carried by Luffy. She simultaneously caught Sanji's flowing veil, skillfully preventing it from becoming entangled with the excited guests. Usopp followed closely behind, his own excitement mirroring the overall festive atmosphere. The real party was about to begin.

Robin and Jinbe moved ahead, smoothly guiding guests to the new, larger reception area. Zoro, ever vigilant, remained in his position for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the remaining guests, ensuring that everyone had safely made their way to the party. Noticing that the officiant had lingered behind, he said, "Go and have fun, idiot. No one's stopping you," his voice tinged with unexpected gentleness. The officiant, clearly relieved, gratefully joined the crowd.

Brook, his violin and piano at the ready, moved towards the main party area to create an appropriate festive atmosphere. The new space was immense, its grandeur breathtaking.

Tall, elegant pillars supported the second-floor balcony, offering a superb vantage point to enjoy both the festivities and the spectacular firework display visible through the expansive glass ceiling. Ornate tables for the banquet were arranged on the second floor. The wedding cake, however, stood proudly on the ground floor, a magnificent centerpiece for everyone to admire.

"I really thought you'd go straight for the cake," Sanji commented, a playful smile touching his lips as Luffy gently lowered him to the ground, his earlier exuberance now replaced by a more tender affection. "Nah," Luffy grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to have fun and dance with you first!"

Usopp watched from a discreet distance, a mix of relief and amusement playing on his features as Luffy and Sanji made their way to the dance floor. Nami, her expression a blend of warmth and quiet pride, had already skillfully pinned Sanji's veil in place, preventing any further accidental encounters with the eager guests. She offered a silent, encouraging smile to Sanji, her eyes conveying a clear message of good luck and unwavering support.

They hadn't exactly rehearsed a dance, but the idea of spontaneous movement held its own appeal. Once the crowd had gathered, creating a vibrant and expectant circle around them, the music began—a romantic melody with an unexpectedly upbeat tempo. While Luffy might have preferred a less sedate song, they plunged into the dance with unreserved enthusiasm.

At one point, Luffy's enthusiasm almost proved his undoing; he overextended a step, stumbling slightly—only for Sanji to catch him with practiced ease, the unexpected mishap seamlessly transforming into a laugh-filled twirl. "You've got two left feet," Sanji teased, his voice laced with amusement. "Yeah," Luffy grinned, his confidence undeterred. "But you've got me covered.

Sanji, despite Luffy's less-than-graceful moves, deftly guided their dance, his expertise subtly shaping Luffy's actions. The sway of Sanji's ruffled skirt complemented the shortened veil perfectly, the elegant movement mirroring the joy in their hearts. Midway through the song, the music shifted to a more lively and upbeat tune. Luffy, seizing the opportunity, lifted Sanji into a playful spin.

"You really mean it, don't you?" Sanji asked breathlessly, his voice soft, as Luffy leaned in for another kiss. "More than anything," Luffy murmured, his sincerity unquestionable. The crowd erupted in a perfectly synchronized cheer, their enthusiasm amplified by Brook's violin, its rising notes a harmonious accompaniment to their embrace.

"Yohoho~ Let's kick it up a notch for the happy couple!" Brook announced merrily.

As they danced, their movements falling effortlessly into sync, Luffy leaned in, whispering something into Sanji's ear. A blush bloomed across Sanji's face, intensifying the already bright sparkle in his eyes. Whatever Luffy had said, it had the desired effect; Sanji smiled radiantly, his joy as bright and warming as the sun, throughout the remainder of the song.

From the sidelines, Robin murmured to Jinbe, her voice barely audible above the festive music. “I can see why even fate can’t resist their chaos.” Jinbe chuckled, his deep voice a low rumble of agreement. “They’ve made it an art form.” 

Eventually, the infectious rhythm of the music drew others into the celebration. One by one, the remaining Straw Hats and guests joined the dance, moving to the beat, their collective joy palpable. Luffy and Sanji, their dance concluded, shared another quick, tender kiss before Sanji, with a mischievous grin, prepared to toss the bouquet, the next stage of the festivities about to unfold.

Chopper, perched atop a conveniently placed barrel, swayed rhythmically, his tiny body moving with surprising grace as Robin guided his steps, her own elegant twirling perfectly complementing Nami's equally graceful movements. Zoro, ever the stoic observer, bobbed his head to the music, a barely perceptible movement that betrayed his enjoyment, a glass of his drink held loosely in his hand. Franky, meanwhile, was a spectacle unto himself, his solo dance a mesmerizing display of robotic precision, miniature speakers emerging from his shoulders to amplify the festive music.

Usopp, initially engrossed in his own rather enthusiastic dance routine, caught sight of a gathering of women near the edge of the dance floor; it was clearly time for the bouquet toss. Many of the women were familiar faces, but one in particular caught his attention—a figure who stood out to him amidst the excitement.

Sanji, his eyes scanning the crowd, subtly gauged the optimal angle for the toss. “Ready?” he called out, his voice carrying above the music. A sudden surge of competitive energy filled the air; the single ladies near the designated tossing area immediately adopted a noticeably intense focus, their determination palpable. 

Zoro, ever wary of potential projectiles, discreetly stepped back from the immediate vicinity. Usopp ducked slightly, trying to improve his vantage point, his gaze fixed intently on the expectant crowd. Brook raised both hands in anticipation, his fingers poised to catch any stray blossoms that may be flung his way. Chopper, in the midst of his dance, cheered enthusiastically, oblivious to the true cause of the excitement. Bartolomeo, his enthusiasm ever present, stood at the front of the pack, right beside Boa Hancock, ready to launch himself into action.

Luffy, however, was absent from the anticipated chaos. Despite his initial plan to observe the bouquet toss, he had been summoned by an important guest: Shanks, the renowned Emperor. A brief but crucial discussion required Luffy's immediate attention, forcing him to excuse himself momentarily, leaving the crowd to its own delightful antics.

Away from the boisterous revelry of the reception, shielded from the prying eyes of the many guests, Luffy found Shanks on the edge of the platform, a secluded spot offering a quieter vantage point. The sounds of the party were muted here, replaced by the rhythmic booms of the fireworks exploding overhead.

"Oi! Shanks!" Luffy called out, running towards the red-haired pirate, his enthusiastic embrace nearly causing Shanks to spill his drink. "Luffy," Shanks greeted, his voice warm and affectionate. "It's been a long time, really. Come sit down with me," he offered, gesturing to the edge of the platform where he had been perched, his feet dangling just above the water. Luffy, however, declined.

"No thanks, I'll just stand," Luffy replied, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm wearing all white, and I don't think Sanji will like seeing my butt dirty," he added with a chuckle, his concern for his new husband evident even in this private moment. Shanks understood, straightening his posture.

"I see…" Shanks paused, his gaze lingering on Luffy, a thoughtful expression etching itself on his weathered face. "You've grown some maturity, Luffy. Almost not the same boy I met when you first declared your dream," he said with a smile, taking a sip of his drink before setting it carefully aside. "Time sure does fly, huh? I really doubted you'd make it this far, but…" Shanks reached up, gently taking the straw hat from Luffy's head.

"I'm proud," he finished, his voice filled with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. Luffy's eyes followed the straw hat, his gaze lingering on the iconic symbol of his journey.

"Right," Luffy said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I made it to the end now, right? So that means you'll be taking that back," he added, his voice a quiet affirmation. Shanks hummed thoughtfully, his gaze piercing, as he tried to decipher the subtle nuances of Luffy's emotions.

"Nah," Shanks chuckled, a low, amused sound that caught Luffy off guard.

"What? But isn't that the deal?" Luffy stared, his eyes widening in confusion, his carefree demeanor replaced by a genuine puzzlement.

Shanks twirled the straw hat gently in his hand, letting the soft moonlight dance across its worn surface. His thumb traced the frayed brim, a tangible link connecting them across the vast expanse of time and shared adventures.

"That was the deal," Shanks conceded, his voice low and thoughtful, the words carrying the weight of years and unspoken understanding. "But things change."

"You'd return it when you became a great pirate," Shanks continued, his gaze steady and unwavering. "And look at you now… King of the seas. Married. Surrounded by people who'd follow you into hell itself," he observed, a hint of pride coloring his words. He met Luffy's gaze, his eyes reflecting a genuine sense of admiration and profound respect. "But somewhere along the way," he said, his voice softening, "this hat stopped being mine."

"You made it yours, Luffy," Shanks declared, his words a heartfelt testament to Luffy's remarkable journey.  "You became it, your legend attached to it, well-known throughout the world. You wore it through storms and war, through loss and through victory. You protected it as fiercely as you guarded your dream. You’ve already gone beyond anything I ever imagined. You've become your own legend. Your pirate king. Your story."

"This hat now belongs to the man who changed the world," Shanks said, extending the hat towards Luffy, yet not placing it down. "This hat doesn't belong to me anymore. It hasn't for a long time. It's yours now, Luffy. Not because I gave it to you, but because you made it mean something even bigger," he explained, his voice filled with a quiet solemnity.

Luffy's gaze lingered on the hat, its familiar form now imbued with new meaning, before finally rising to meet Shanks's. "...So you're not taking it back?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his question laden with a mixture of surprise and quiet gratitude.

Shanks grinned, a slightly crooked, undeniably proud smile illuminating his features. "Nah," he said, his tone light yet filled with genuine affection. "You can return it when you find someone who needs it more than you do."

A moment of silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the distant, muffled laughter and music drifting from the party below.

Then, without another word, Luffy gently took the straw hat back from Shanks’s outstretched hand. Instead of placing it upon his head, he held it close to his chest, the familiar fabric a comforting weight against his skin, the gesture a silent vow, a tangible representation of the legacy he carried.

"...Thanks," he murmured, the single word carrying the weight of two decades of shared history, unspoken promises, and unwavering loyalty.

Shanks hummed softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Just make sure they're the kind of idiot who'd chase a dream the whole world laughs at," he quipped, his tone light, his words a playful reminder of their shared journey. He affectionately ruffled Luffy's hair, his fingers lingering for a moment on the messed up strands; somehow, the hair smelled faintly of fragrance.

A burst of fireworks exploded above them, illuminating the night sky with a vibrant spectacle of color. Luffy, still clutching the straw hat, hugged Shanks once more, his gratitude unspoken yet profound. He then placed the hat back on Shanks’s head, a final gesture of respect and affection. "Go on, then," he said, nodding toward the celebration. "Your husband's probably wondering where his idiot ran off to."

Luffy chuckled, turning to rejoin the festivities. However, his departure was momentarily interrupted by Yasopp's voice calling out his name. "Oi, Luffy," Yasopp said, approaching him. Luffy paused, turning his head. "Yeah?"

"Where's Usopp?" Yasopp asked

"Usopp?"

Meanwhile, back in the vibrant heart of the party, Sanji stood poised, the wedding bouquet held delicately in his hand. Franky, ever the master of atmosphere, subtly shifted the music, the festive tunes briefly giving way to a dramatic, almost battle-like score, underscoring the intensity of the impending bouquet toss.

Nami leaned toward Robin, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Shall we place bets?" she murmured, her voice barely audible above the music. Both women took a leisurely sip of their wine, observing the unfolding chaos with the amused detachment of regal onlookers.

The moment everyone had eagerly awaited finally arrived. Sanji, with a practiced, graceful toss, sent the bouquet arcing through the air, unleashing a wave of exuberant chaos. Law, on the sides, nearly found himself entangled in the floral projectile had it not been for Bepo's timely intervention; the polar bear mink skillfully pulled Law out of harm's way.

Chopper, small but tenacious, almost found himself crushed between the fiercely competitive Bartolomeo and Boa Hancock, both of whom had launched themselves towards the bouquet with undeterred enthusiasm. "FOR MY FUTURE WIFE!" Bartolomeo shouted, his voice echoing across the crowded dance floor, already envisioning the bouquet as a crucial element in his romantic future. "You are already beneath me," Hancock muttered dismissively, her usual haughty demeanor undeterred by the chaotic scene around her.

Amidst their bickering, the bouquet continued its trajectory. From amidst the throng of women vying for its possession, only one emerged victorious. She caught the bouquet with quiet grace. Nami, observing the outcome, smiled subtly, nudging Zoro who attempted, albeit unsuccessfully, to suppress a smirk.

Usopp froze, his earlier jubilance replaced by stunned disbelief, as the woman bearing the bouquet approached him. This was no mere stranger; it wasn't just a girl; it was Kaya, his cherished childhood friend. "Usopp-san! I missed you," she exclaimed, her words laced with warmth, her embrace heartfelt and genuine. Usopp, his eyes welling up with unshed tears, hugged her tightly, his heart swelling with an unexpected, joyous reunion.

Bartolomeo, momentarily distracted from his own disappointment of losing next to Hancock, beamed at the sight of Usopp and Kaya's emotional embrace. "Oh my god," he whispered, his voice filled with awestruck delight, "another loving couple in the Straw Hats?! Yes!" He discreetly raised his camera, capturing the tender moment in a series of silent photographs.

Nami and Zoro, observing the reunion from a nearby table, exchanged a knowing glance, their memories flashing back to their first encounter with Usopp in the poignant setting of Syrup Village. "I see our sniper will now have his own wedding soon, huh?" Robin remarked, her voice laced with amusement, as she took a leisurely sip of wine. Chopper, his fur slightly ruffled from his near-miss during the bouquet toss, happily sipped on some juice, oblivious to the romantic implications of the scene before him.

"We can now start our own tale, Usopp-san," Kaya said, her words innocent yet brimming with a sincerity that touched the hearts of those around them. Usopp, still wiping away his tears, found himself transformed into a blushing mess. "Yes, Kaya," he stammered, attempting to regain his composure. "But—don't say words as sweet as that to the brave warrior of the sea!" he declared, striking a dramatic pose in a vain attempt to appear cool and collected, despite the emotional turmoil raging within him.

"Ah, Miss Kaya, congratulations," a familiar voice echoed from behind them. Usopp glanced over his shoulder to see Merry, the shipwright, his presence adding a poignant layer to the already momentous occasion. "Hello again, Usopp," Merry greeted, his tone respectful and heartfelt. "I hope you have a ton of great stories to tell us," he added, bowing slightly, his gesture a delicate mix of formality and heartfelt affection. Usopp, his face beaming, nodded enthusiastically.

Usopp, still basking in the warmth of his reunion with Kaya, was interrupted by Luffy's booming voice calling his name. Excussing himself, he made his way toward the groom and captain. "What do you want, Luffy? The wedding's over. Also, did you know that I'm—" he began, his words a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

"I saw," Luffy interrupted, his usual boisterous demeanor replaced by a more serious tone. "We'll talk about that later. Someone's actually here to talk to you. Outside," he added, gesturing toward a relatively secluded spot near a pillar. Usopp, initially skeptical that it was some kind of prank, decided to investigate.

Upon reaching the designated spot, Usopp was met with an unexpected and profoundly moving sight. "D-dad?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, as he looked up at Yasopp, his father, who stood there, a sheepish expression on his face, scratching the back of his head.

"Hey, Usopp," Yasopp greeted, his tone surprisingly gentle. He gestured toward the edge of the platform, inviting Usopp to sit beside him.

"Ah—wait, are you here to congratulate me?! Or… to apologize for leaving me and Mom—" Usopp began, a torrent of questions bubbling up within him. However, Yasopp gently interrupted.

"Hey," Yasopp said, his voice calm and measured. "I know I didn't get to watch you grow up, yet you still managed without me, and you know what, Usopp?" He paused, placing a reassuring hand on Usopp's shoulder. "I'm proud. I never knew that when I got to meet my son again, he'd be a brave warrior, a warrior of the sea, even," he said, his voice filled with genuine pride and affection.

Usopp stared at his father, a complex mix of resentment and relief swirling within him. He harbored some lingering resentment for Yasopp's absence during his childhood, but his father's heartfelt words offered a measure of solace. "Took you long enough to say it," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly, a testament to the unshed tears welling up within him. "But thanks, Dad," he added, his gratitude sincere despite his lingering hurt.

Yasopp, understanding the unspoken weight of years, offered Usopp a cup of sake. "I don't know what happened… but I'm sure your mom would've been proud too," he said, taking a sip of the drink after Usopp, the shared act a simple yet powerful symbol of their rekindled bond.

"To be honest," Yasopp continued, his voice filled with a genuine pride that resonated deeply with Usopp, "I never knew my son would be like me—brave, kind, and strong. Your captain told me how much of a great sniper you are, and that makes me happy," he said, pulling Usopp into a warm embrace.

"Oh yeah, Dad," Usopp exclaimed, his voice filled with an unexpected excitement. "Do you know Kaya? I'm actually going to get married to her! She's a doctor, by the way—an amazing one, I'm sure!" he added, his pride in Kaya evident in his tone. Yasopp, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected news, nearly choked on his sake. "You're engaged?!" he exclaimed, his surprise palpable.

Luffy, observing the touching reunion from a distance, smiled warmly, his heart filled with joy for his friend. He then turned, his eyes searching the party for Sanji, realizing that his sudden departure might have caused his husband some undue worry. With a renewed sense of urgency, he dashed off to find Sanji, expecting that the cook was likely already searching for him.

Minutes later, Luffy, now eager to find Sanji, he embarked on a quest that quickly turned into a chaotic chase. A throng of well-wishers, eager to congratulate the newly married captain, surrounded him at every turn. Feeling a pang of guilt at constantly brushing them off, Luffy repeatedly excused himself, his apologies as heartfelt as they were hurried.

Meanwhile, Sanji leaned against a table laden with the remnants of a once-magnificent feast—most of the food already devoured by the enthusiastic guests. He was surrounded by Ivankov and Bon Clay, both showering him with compliments.

"The suit-dress looks magnificent on you," Ivankov declared, his voice brimming with genuine admiration. "Especially with the veil," Bon Clay chimed in, his eyes twinkling with delight. Nami joined them briefly, and Sanji, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of pride and shyness, confessed that Nami had purchased the outfit, skillfully transforming a simple material into a stunning outfit through her own creative ingenuity.

Ivankov and Bon Clay, their attention now diverted to Nami, moved off to shower her with their own enthusiastic praise, leaving Sanji momentarily alone. A cigarette between his fingers, he absently watched the swirling activity of the party, his mind preoccupied with Luffy's whereabouts.

Still struggling against a wave of well-wishers, Luffy suddenly snapped. With a swift, powerful stretch, he grabbed onto the balcony railing on the second floor, his impressive strength and agility on full display. Hanging precariously, yet effortlessly, he scanned the crowded room, his eyes finally settling on Sanji. With a sudden, dramatic drop, he landed directly in front of the cook, startling him out of his reverie.

"Jeez, you surprised me," Sanji exclaimed, his hand instinctively reaching for his cigarette, which he nearly dropped in his surprise. "What are you even doing up there?!" he added, shaking his head, a mixture of exasperation and affection coloring his voice as he straightened up.

"If you ever vanish again right after kissing me in front of every damn guest," Sanji began, his tone dry, his eyes narrowing slightly, his displeasure evident. But Luffy's grin, infectious and utterly disarming, cut him short.

"I found your ring," Luffy announced, a hint of triumph in his voice. "Still on my finger."

Sanji groaned, a sound of both exasperation and endearment. He stepped forward, his hand reaching for Luffy's collar. The onlookers braced themselves, expecting a scolding, but instead, Sanji pulled Luffy into a quiet, tender kiss. When they separated, their foreheads resting gently against each other, Luffy chuckled softly.

Luffy's gaze drifted beyond Sanji, his eyes landing on the magnificent wedding cake—thankfully untouched—that stood proudly on the table. However, something he had noticed earlier, from his precarious position on the balcony railing, suddenly caught his attention. With a characteristically impulsive movement, he stretched his arms toward the top of the cake.

"It's dolls of us!" Luffy announced, his voice filled with childlike wonder, as he examined the miniature versions of himself and Sanji perched atop the confection. "Yeah, I remember Usopp making them," Sanji replied, a fond smile playing on his lips. His expression, however, immediately shifted to one of concern as Luffy attempted to bite one of the figurines. "They're not edible!" he exclaimed, instinctively pulling Luffy's head away from the figure.

Luffy's lower lip jutted out in a dramatic pout upon discovering that the charmingly crafted cake-top figurines were, in fact, inedible, despite their alluringly sweet aroma. "It's only like that because they're on the cake, idiot," Sanji explained, his tone laced with affectionate exasperation. "Of course, some icing got on them," he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. However, he made no move to wrest the tiny dolls from Luffy's grasp.

Luffy, his gaze fixed on the miniature representations of himself and Sanji, blinked slowly before a wide grin stretched across his face. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he carefully positioned the Luffy doll so that its lips were pressed against those of the Sanji doll. Sanji, unable to resist the playful scene, attempted to suppress a giggle, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

Luffy, emboldened by Sanji's amusement, orchestrated another miniature kiss between the dolls. Seizing the opportune moment, while Sanji's attention was momentarily diverted, he quickly pressed a kiss to Sanji's lips. The cook's blush deepened, a wave of warmth spreading across his features. He playfully pinched Luffy's stretchy, rubbery cheek. "Dumbass…" he murmured, his voice a mixture of affection and playful exasperation.

 

Notes:

Yes, guys, I just hit you all with three reunions in one chapter. And just like what the tags says, "Author regrets nothing" (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

I'm juggling fifty characters and many emotions right now and I'm proud of it. Yes I am! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

We live, we love—we lie down to LuSan cuteness.

Again, we're barely halfway through the stories and I would've made this longer if only myself didn't shout at my brain for the whole day straight to continue since it didn't feel or looked balanced.

Chapter 4: So many words - Speeches & Families

Summary:

The chapter still says it.

Notes:

I'M LATE—But still made it! Here I am with my daily chapter update! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

I would've been earlier if only my connection was cooperating. I literally almost crashed out three times, while trying to not overwhelm myself in my own story- ANYWAYS—

HAPPY LUSAN DAY:
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Luffy, still captivated by the miniature versions of himself and Sanji, continued his playful antics, much to Sanji's amused exasperation. The intoxicatingly sweet aroma of the icing proved too tempting to resist; Luffy, his eyes sparkling with mischief, asked if they could indulge in the cake immediately. Sanji, however, gently but firmly steered him towards a more conventional approach, suggesting they partake in the banquet first.

The couple ascended to the second floor, finding the majority of the guests comfortably seated at their assigned tables, engaging in lively conversations and sharing laughter. The atmosphere was one of relaxed joy and contentment.

In a secluded corner, Sanji spotted his beloved crew gathered around their own table, a feast of culinary delights spread before them—a collection of their individual favorite dishes, meticulously prepared by Sanji himself. This might well be one of the last times he would cook for them as a single unit. He couldn't bear the thought of them dispersing, so he had made extra sure each meal was perfect. The heartfelt expressions on their faces as they savored their meals spoke volumes about his culinary prowess and their appreciation of his efforts.

With a warm smile, Sanji gently tugged Luffy away from a particularly tempting-looking platter of meat that Luffy was about to snatch from a nearby guest. Luffy, his mouth already watering, pouted momentarily but grinned broadly as he realized their destination.

The newlywed couple settled into their seats beside each other, their happiness radiating outward, warming those around them. Luffy, his eyes gleaming with delight, immediately helped himself to two generous portions of meat from the impressive mountain of food before him, his unbridled enthusiasm provoking affectionate laughter and smiles from the rest of the crew.

Nami watched the crew enjoy the meal, a complex tapestry of emotions weaving through her—pride, affection, nostalgia, and a touch of bittersweet melancholy. After a moment of quiet contemplation, she sharply clanged a spoon against her wine glass, the metallic clang cutting through the happy murmur of conversation. Heads turned, the lively chatter fading as the crew, even Luffy, paused mid-chew, their attention focused on Nami.

Rising gracefully from her seat, she paid no mind to the nearby guests; Franky's strategic placement of their table ensured a degree of privacy, a haven for intimate moments like this, a space reserved solely for the Straw Hats. 

With a soft sigh, Nami began her speech, her voice carrying a warmth that resonated deeply with her crew. "Ahoy there, lovebirds!" she exclaimed, her tone playful yet heartfelt. "Look at you two, all spiffed up and ready to… uh… procreate!" she winked, her playful teasing instantly breaking the tension. "Seriously though," she continued, her tone shifting to one of genuine admiration. "Who would have thought? Luffy, the rubber-band-man who eats everything in sight, finally settling down! And Sanji, the walking flaming chef, finally finds someone who appreciates him and his cooking," she added, nodding knowingly.

"Remember those days," Nami reminisced, her voice tinged with fondness, "scrambling for berries on some deserted island, dodging sea kings, and constantly running from the Marines? We were broke, starving, and constantly on the verge of mutiny! But look at us now!" She gestured around the table, her pride evident. "We've sailed the Grand Line, conquered countless foes, and amassed a treasure chest that would make even the World Government jealous!" She paused, allowing the applause that followed to wash over her. She observed the various expressions on her crewmates’ faces; Chopper was already teary-eyed, his emotions overflowing.

"But seriously, Luffy," she continued, her tone softening, "you crazy, lovable idiot, thank you. Thank you for dragging us all along on this wild ride, making us experience happiness beyond measure. Thank you for the memories, the near-death experiences, and the surprisingly delicious food," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Congratulations to you and Sanji! May your life together be filled with… well, less near-death experiences, perhaps? And more treasure. Lots and lots of treasure!" She raised her glass high. "To the happy couple! And to new adventures… because, let's be honest, even after all this, a whole new adventure is just beginning! Cheers!"

Zoro, his gruff exterior momentarily softened by Nami's heartfelt words, raised his mug with a curt nod. "Tch," he grunted, a rare display of approval. "That's the best speech I've heard from a thief," he admitted, his voice surprisingly devoid of its usual cynicism. Brook followed suit. "Yohohoho! Nami-san, that speech gave me goosebumps—and I have no skin!" he exclaimed, his exaggerated tone belying his genuine emotion. 

However, before the rest of the crew could raise their glasses, Usopp, his face pale and eyes glistening with unshed tears, stood abruptly, his sudden movement silencing the joyful murmurs. He looked utterly nervous, his usual bravado replaced by an unexpected vulnerability. "Wait," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "I… I have my own speech to say as well."

With a nervous cough, he managed to capture the crew's undivided attention. "Ahem… So, uh… Luffy, Sanji… Wow. Just… wow," he stammered, his usual playful banter replaced by genuine emotion. "I… I never thought I'd see the day. The Captain… actually married. And to the chef!"

He paused, taking a deep breath to compose himself. "I mean, I used to be the biggest coward on the ship. Seriously. I'd hide behind trees, lie about my bravery, and generally make a fool of myself," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "But this crew… this amazing, crazy, slightly unhinged crew… they made me brave. They made me believe in myself. They made me…" he sniffed, hastily wiping a tear away. "They—you all—made me a warrior of the sea!" He raised his glass high, his voice regaining some of its usual strength.

"Luffy, you… you’re the best captain a snipe—er… I mean, a sharpshooter… could ever ask for," he said, a slight stutter betraying his nervousness. "Thank you for believing in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. Thank you for the adventures, the laughs, and the… the occasional near-death experience," he added, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "Congrats, you two! May your journey together have fewer giant spiders… and a lot more wedding cake!" he beamed, his earlier nervousness dissolving into a genuine smile. "To the happy couple, and to us, the Straw Hats! We'll have something like this again… maybe!"

A wave of emotion washed over the assembled crew; everyone stared at Usopp, their hearts touched by his heartfelt words. Chopper, his tears seemingly inexhaustible, sniffled dramatically. "I'm going to run out of tears soon if this keeps up," he declared, his distress only adding to the overall atmosphere of joyous camaraderie. His comment broke the spell of quiet reflection, causing the others to erupt in a mixture of laughter and happy tears. Finally, glasses and mugs were raised in a unified toast, a cacophony of cheers and joyous sobs filling the air.

Usopp, overwhelmed by the outpouring of affection, was swept into a tight hug by Luffy. "Thanks for always being there,"The captain murmured, grinning wide. "You're my bravest crewmate"

Sanji, having remained relatively silent until now, finally turned to Nami, a quiet smile on his lips. "You always knew how to gut a man with your words, Nami-san," he murmured, his voice laced with playful appreciation.

Nami, her eyes twinkling with amusement, responded, "Took long enough for someone to finally marry him,"

Underneath the table, hidden from view, Luffy's ring-adorned hand intertwined with Sanji's. He gently rolled his thumb across the gold band encircling Sanji's finger, a silent gesture of affection as they continued their celebratory feast. However, the peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted. 

Before Sanji could speak, his husband was snatched away by a strong hand, the unexpected intrusion startling the cook. Rayleigh, his presence as formidable as ever, stood in Luffy's place with a roguish grin. "I'll borrow him for a second, okay?" he announced, his voice carrying an authority that left little room for argument.

In an area of the bustling reception, seated at a table reserved for Roger's former crew, Luffy found himself unexpectedly in the company of legendary pirates. Rayleigh, having whisked Luffy away from the main festivities, presented him with a glass of sake. "Well, hello there, Pirate King," one of Roger's crew greeted with a grin, their voice filled with admiration and respect as Luffy settled into his seat. "You and your crew were giving speeches, so I thought I’d give mine," they added, their words laced with good-natured camaraderie.

Rayleigh began, his voice carrying the weight of years of experience and unspoken wisdom, tinged with an unmistakable undercurrent of fatherly pride. "Luffy," he said, his gaze steady and unwavering. "You've done it. You've actually done it. You've become the King of the Pirates. You found One Piece. And not just that… you’ve changed the world," Rayleigh observed, his words resonating with profound significance. "The world you inherited, the one Roger left behind, is different now, shaped by your own unique brand of chaos and courage. He'd be… proud. Damn proud. If he were here, he'd be raising a mug of sake to that, I'm sure of it," he stated, his voice firm yet laced with sentimentality. He paused, a slight smile touching his lips.

"And marrying a cook?" Rayleigh continued, his tone shifting to one of playful amusement. "A cook who makes food so good it brought tears to my eyes at that wedding reception? That's the cherry atop the wildest, most legendary pirate sundae this world will ever taste. You've proven that you're not just a powerful pirate, Luffy, but a man with a good heart and, more importantly, excellent taste in partners," he declared, his words brimming with genuine warmth and affection.

Rayleigh raised his glass high, his gesture commanding attention.

"To Luffy, King of the Pirates," he announced, his voice ringing with heartfelt admiration. "To the future you've forged. To a world turned upside-down—and made better—by one rubber-brained, reckless captain. And to the delicious wedding feast—may it be a prelude to many more joyous celebrations to come."

Luffy, genuinely touched by Rayleigh's heartfelt words, offered a surprised yet sincere smile. "Thanks, Rayleigh… but I didn’t do it alone," he replied, his voice humble despite his monumental achievements. He raised his glass, joining the others in a toast that echoed with the weight of shared history and profound respect. Following Rayleigh's toast, other members of Roger's crew began to share their own remembrances and well wishes, their voices adding to the rich tapestry of the occasion. Scopper Gaban, amongst others, added his heartfelt congratulations.

Meanwhile, back at the Straw Hats' table, Robin, ever observant, casually mentioned Luffy's current whereabouts, subtly answering the unspoken questions swirling in Sanji's mind. Sanji, understanding her silent communication, hid a small, knowing smile, his own contentment mirroring the joyous atmosphere.

Eventually, Luffy found himself surrounded by his own crew. Once freed from the captivating stories of Roger's crew, he was approached by Usopp, who offered a casual greeting.

"Hey, dude," Usopp said, his voice friendly and informative. "The crew's back to their own thing. Brook's making music, Jinbe's organizing the sushi somewhere, while Zoro's, well, Zoro's drinking." He paused briefly, adjusting his glasses. "Though, as for your wife—or husband," he corrected, a grin playing on his lips. "He's on his way to talk to your family. Nami said it's good to talk to each other's families. So, how about you go to Sanji’s and do a swap afterward before heading back to each other?"

"Oh, is that so?" Luffy blinked, his expression one of innocent curiosity. He looked around the bustling reception hall until he spotted Sanji's family, their welcoming faces a comforting beacon amidst the celebratory chaos. "Okay! I think that's fair!" he declared, his enthusiasm undiminished. With a characteristic burst of speed, he dashed off in the direction of Sanji's family, leaving his best man, Usopp, to let out a long, weary sigh.

From Sanji's perspective, as he approached his husband's family, a wave of apprehension mixed with anticipation washed over him. They appeared, for the most part, welcoming and friendly; however, Luffy's father and paternal grandfather radiated an aura of sternness that he couldn't quite ignore. Before he could even utter a greeting, Sabo launched himself forward, enveloping Sanji in a bone-crushing hug while simultaneously dissolving into a fit of happy sobs.

"Oh my god! Sanji!" Sabo exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion. "Luffy's so lucky to marry you! I've tasted your food, and GOD—it is tasty!" He continued to sob uncontrollably until Garp and Dadan intervened, forcibly separating him from Sanji. "I totally didn't expect Luffy to marry anyone, or for anyone to marry him," Sabo admitted, his voice still laced with emotion. "But… I'm so happy for you, Sanji!—Just don't hurt him," he added, the final sentence carrying an unmistakable undercurrent of playful yet serious menace that Sanji understood perfectly. "I won't." 

Garp, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, delivered a hearty punch to Sanji's shoulder, a gesture that he insisted was a sign of affection; however, Sanji sensed a veiled threat that, should he ever mistreat Luffy, the next punch would far exceed the boundaries of friendly affection. Dadan, mirroring Garp's protective stance, gave Sanji a steely look that conveyed her firm resolve to defend Luffy from any harm. She made it clear that any attempts to mistreat Luffy would result in severe consequences.

Dragon, standing quietly in the background, observed Sanji with an intense, analytical gaze, seemingly assessing his character. Sanji, despite his best efforts to appear composed, found himself silently intimidated by the intensity of Luffy's father's scrutiny. "He seems to have your fire," Dragon remarked, his voice low and steady, his words a subtle compliment and a quiet encouragement. The two men exchanged a brief, knowing nod, a silent acknowledgment of a shared understanding and mutual trust. Makino, however, offered Sanji a warm, reassuring smile, her expression conveying her implicit faith in his ability to care for Luffy. To Sanji, her lack of threats was the ultimate seal of approval.

From Luffy's perspective, the Vinsmoke family loomed before him—familiar faces from his Whole Cake Island adventure. With his characteristically carefree attitude, he stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "Yo! I'm your new son-brother-in-law," he announced, his tone jovial, completely oblivious to the inherent tension in the air.

Judge, his gaze sharp and assessing, surveyed Luffy from head to toe. "Of all the fools," he began, his voice laced with a distinct lack of warmth, "you're the one he chose, Straw Hat. I won't call you lucky, but I'm surprised you found worth in him," he stated, his words dripping with thinly veiled disdain. Luffy, unfazed by the implicit criticism, grinned widely. "Sanji has a lot of worth!" he declared, his voice brimming with genuine affection. "I don't even know if I could list them all!"

As Luffy’s laughter filled the air, Reiju stepped forward, her expression a mixture of caution and gratitude. Leaning close, she whispered a warning laced with heartfelt appreciation. "He's been through more than you know," she said, her voice low and serious. "But I think you're the only one who ever saw through it," she added, a genuine smile gracing her lips as Luffy returned her smile with an understanding nod.

Luffy continued to chat with Sanji's brothers, who, despite their initial awkwardness, displayed a growing pride in their brother's choice of partner, albeit with occasional, albeit endearingly clumsy, Luffy attempts to correct any perceived slight against Sanji. Then, out of the blue, Zeff, Sanji's adoptive father, pulled Luffy aside for a private conversation.

"Don't make me chase you across the sea if you hurt him," Zeff stated, his voice quiet but carrying an unmistakable weight of authority. He looked at Luffy intently, assessing the sincerity behind the words.

Luffy, chuckling lightly, raised his hands in a gesture of reassurance. "I won't hurt him! I promise! I love Sanji! And I'll always sail with him in the All Blue if he wants to!" he declared, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. His words, a testament to his unwavering devotion, brought a genuine smile to Zeff's weathered face, his concerns finally laid to rest. Zeff, who had harbored a silent trust in Luffy for a considerable time, now felt a profound sense of relief and confidence in Sanji's future happiness.

The time had come to exchange families, a symbolic gesture reflecting the merging of their lives and the acceptance of their union.

As Sanji turned to leave Luffy's family, he heard Garp and Dadan's voices calling out to him. "Hey, kid… welcome to the family," Garp's hearty voice boomed, followed by Dadan's gruff but affectionate tone. Sanji, his heart warmed by their unexpected acceptance, didn't look back, but a genuine smile played on his lips, his gratitude unspoken yet profound.

Approaching Luffy, who remained blissfully unaware of the intense emotional gauntlet his husband had just navigated, Sanji was greeted with a casual inquiry. "Hey! You talked to my family? Did they punch you too?" Luffy asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

Sanji chuckled softly, leaning in to press a light kiss on Luffy's cheek. "Go find out," he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. He then turned, continuing his journey towards his own blood relatives. However, Luffy, ever impulsive, seized the opportunity for one last tender moment. He dashed after Sanji, capturing a swift, passionate kiss on his husband's lips before bounding off toward his own family.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the newlyweds, Judge, his face impassive, turned away without a word, the dark fabric of his cape billowing behind him like a silent, brooding storm. Yet, Reiju, sharp-eyed and observant, noted the lingering gaze in her father's eyes—a fleeting moment of contemplation, as if Judge was trying to grasp the profound transformation Sanji had undergone, to understand what Sanji had found... And what he had lost.

Luffy arrived at his family's table, instantly enveloped in a flurry of embraces and well wishes. Sabo, ever effusive, scooped Luffy into a hug, his joyous sobs threatening to engulf his younger brother. Koala, being practical, intervened, delivering a sharp blow to the back of Sabo's head. 

"Get a grip!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with exasperation. "Haven't your tears emptied yet?!"

"I'm just happy that my crybaby little brother is all grown up!" Sabo wailed, his words barely audible through his sobs. "King of the Pirates! Married to a chef that makes delicious food for him every day! And even has many loving friends—" Sabo's outpouring of emotion was abruptly interrupted as Koala pulled him away from Luffy, though his tears continued to flow unabated, his happiness undiminished.

As soon as Luffy was freed from Sabo's emotional embrace, he received a characteristically forceful "wedding punch" from Garp, who insisted it was a gift. Dadan, her expression softer than usual, offered a quiet but heartfelt blessing. "You chose a good man, Luffy," she said, her voice raspy but laced with warmth. Luffy, rubbing his aching arm and glaring playfully at Garp, grinned in response. "Yeah, Sanji's the best!"

Koby, casually standing next to Garp was weeping openly but with a wide, happy smile. He remained close to Luffy, his joy palpable. Luffy, touched by his friend's emotional display, patted Koby's back reassuringly. Dragon and Makino, observing the scene with quiet affection, offered silent nods of approval. Makino, her voice soft yet firm, addressed Luffy directly. "Keep that boy safe, will you, Luffy?" she asked, her words a testament to her faith in Luffy's capacity for love and protection. Luffy, his grin wide and unwavering, nodded enthusiastically. "I will! I married him to make sure he's safe with my protection! But don't worry, Sanji's strong too!" he added, his unwavering confidence radiating outward.

"Ace would've been so happy for you, Luffy," Sabo said, his voice thick with emotion as he mentioned their deceased brother. The mention of Ace brought a bittersweet ache to Luffy's heart—a pang of loss tempered by the undeniable truth of Sabo's words. He could vividly imagine Ace, his mischievous grin wide, laughing alongside him in the midst of the joyous celebration.

Meanwhile, Sanji arrived at his own family's table. His father, Judge, was mercifully absent; Sanji couldn't imagine enduring his father's critical remarks on this day. His brothers immediately gathered around him, showering him with half-hearty back pats and enthusiastic pronouncements of Luffy's surprisingly agreeable nature. "Luffy's a chill guy," they confirmed.

Reiju, ever observant, gently steered his brothers away, granting Sanji a much-needed respite from their enthusiastic congratulations. Once his brothers had moved on, Reiju approached him, her expression a blend of pride and sisterly concern.

"Don't ever let him go, Sanji," Reiju said, her voice soft yet firm, her words carrying the weight of unspoken understanding and shared history. "This is the kind of future Mom would've wished for you to have when you grew up," she continued, her eyes reflecting the love and longing for a better past. "Take care of it with all your heart," she added, her voice laced with deep emotion.

Sanji, already struggling to maintain his composure, felt tears welling up in his eyes at the mention of their mother, Sora. Reiju, sensing his distress, quickly produced a handkerchief, her gesture delicate and caring.

"Yeah, I will," Sanji promised, a genuine smile finally breaking through his emotional reserve. Reiju, her eyes filled with pride, gently adjusted his veil, subtly fixing his simple makeup. "Don't worry," she winked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I won't tell the world their beloved chef cries at sweet words." Her proud gaze lingered on Sanji, a silent acknowledgment of his remarkable growth and newfound happiness.

Sanji glanced back towards Luffy's table, his gaze lingering on his husband. He watched as Luffy laughed, his infectious joy radiating outward, his body entangled in the warm embrace of his boisterous, loving family. A sigh escaped Sanji's lips, a sigh that carried with it a fresh wave of bittersweet emotion—an ache he surprisingly welcomed, a poignant reminder of the depth of his love and the fullness of his life.

Reiju followed his gaze. "He really does light up everything he touches, doesn't he?" 

Sanji chuckled softly, the sound slightly muffled by the lingering dampness in his eyes. "Yeah," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "And somehow, he still sees light in me too."

Then, from the periphery of his vision, Sanji spotted a familiar figure. A genuine smile spread across his face as he excused himself from Reiju, explaining that he had one more, very important, family reunion to attend.

In a few quick strides, he stood before Zeff, his surrogate father, his gaze falling upon the man who had shaped him into the man he was today. Zeff stood with arms crossed, his impassive exterior barely masking the raw emotion tugging at the corners of his eyes. Behind Zeff, Patty and Carne, his loyal companions from Baratie, openly wept, their tears a testament to their joy and pride in Sanji's journey.

"Great choice, Eggplant," Zeff finally said, his gruff voice barely concealing the wellspring of emotion within him. The heartfelt praise, delivered with characteristically understated warmth, ignited a rush of affection in Sanji's heart. Overcoming his initial restraint, Sanji embraced Zeff, his body shaking with emotion. Despite Zeff's initial stiff posture, his arms soon tightened around Sanji, his own emotions finally breaking through. Patty and Carne swiftly joined the embrace, their heartfelt words and unrestrained tears celebrating Sanji's remarkable personal journey.

As the embrace finally ended, Zeff, ever gruff yet undeniably affectionate, delivered one last, hearty pat to Sanji's back. "Don't burn the damn rice on your honeymoon," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble that belied the warmth of his sentiment.

Sanji laughed, a sound thick with emotion, brushing at his eyes to wipe away the happy tears. "Wouldn't dare," he replied, his voice thick with affection. "Got someone worth cooking for right now," he added, a playful glint in his eye.

A sudden idea sparked in Sanji's mind, his gaze drifting towards the vast expanse of the ocean. "Wait," he announced, a hint of excitement coloring his voice. "I have something to show you. Something I think you'll really like, old man," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Zeff, Patty, and Carne followed his gaze, their curiosity piqued. 

"Sure. We'll take whatever you're thinking," Carne replied as he wiped away his tears. 

Sanji hummed thoughtfully, making his way towards Luffy to seek his permission. Luffy, ever supportive, readily agreed, bestowing a lucky kiss upon Sanji's ring-adorned hand. Sanji, fighting back a blush, gently steered Zeff and his former colleagues towards a hidden area. 

Sanji produced a small, elegantly designed boat, discreetly installed by Franky somewhere near the platform. Trusting implicitly in Sanji's plan, the three chefs readily boarded, allowing Sanji to lead them to their unforgettable destination.

The moonlight bathed them in its silvery glow as they set sail, leaving behind the lively music and revelry of the wedding reception. The journey wasn't long, and as they approached their destination, a look of triumphant pride washed over Sanji's face, mirroring his satisfaction at seeing their reactions.

"This is our dream, old man," Sanji declared, his voice filled with a profound sense of contentment. He let out a long, heartfelt sigh, a sigh of accomplishment and fulfillment. "The All Blue itself," he added, his gaze sweeping across the breathtaking panorama that stretched before them. Below, in front of them, lay the vast expanse of the All Blue – a sea teeming with an unimaginable diversity of marine life, even under the cloak of night, its myriad inhabitants visible, a spectacular sight that left them awestruck.

Notes:

I WILL SNEAK A LUSAN MOMENT USING ANY OPPORTUNITY I GET!! щ⁠(⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜⁠щ⁠)

This would've been much much longer but that would just bring more emotions and characters in y'all's already filled chests and heads so I'll have to set that aside for the next chapter. For everyone's own good.

Chapter 5: Piled up - Gifts & Letters

Summary:

I hope the title makes sense.

Notes:

I had a packed day today!— It's not a good thing. It's literally like author block.

I didn't get to touch or type until a few hours ago, but I still wanted to do my daily chapter update (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

Zeff didn't speak—not at first. He stood at the edge of the boat, staring at the miracle he'd once believed was nothing more than a boy's dream. After a long silence, he let out a deep, weathered breath.

"You did it, brat." He murmured, barely audible over the waves.

Sanji, still watching the sea, simply replied, "We did."

"Tch... Now feed the whole damn world." Zeff declared, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as the moonlight glinted in his eye. Sanji smiled, eyes stinging once again. "Gladly," he whispered.

And under the soft glow of moonlight, with the All Blue stretching endlessly before him, the old man and his boy stood side by side—no words left to say, and none needed.

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, the four returned to the lively platform, their hearts brimming with joy and shared contentment. The journey to the All Blue had served not only as a celebration of Sanji's achievement but also as a poignant affirmation of his enduring bond with Zeff and his former comrades. Patty and Carne, their earlier tears now replaced by excited chatter, immediately launched into a good-natured debate with Zeff about whether to stick around and eat more or hit the sea again, their playful argument punctuated by bursts of laughter that mingled seamlessly with the music and clinking of glasses.

As they rejoined the revelry, Sanji paused beside Zeff, offering him one last glance.

"Go on," Zeff grunted, a hint of a smile curling beneath his mustache. "The rubber brat’s waiting."

Sanji nodded, heart swelling, and turned back toward the lights and laughter of the reception.

"Sanji!" Luffy called out, spotting him instantly and barreling forward with his usual, explosive joy. He wrapped his arms tightly around his husband, spinning him around in a burst of enthusiasm. "You’re back! Did you guys have fun?"

Sanji chuckled, his cheeks flushed from the ride and the rush of happiness. "Yeah... the old geezer liked it alright," he said softly, his voice tinged with affection.

"Great!" Luffy beamed, grabbing his hand without hesitation. "Robin said we actually got tons of gifts and letters! Come look! Maybe someone sent meat!"

Sanji let himself be pulled along, laughter bubbling out of him as he followed Luffy toward the gift tables, where Robin was already calmly cataloging the mountain of presents with her usual elegance.

Sanji glanced up from the carefully arranged letters, her serene smile deepening at the sight of the newlyweds. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd come to claim your loot." she teased gently, handing over a neatly stacked bundle of envelopes with a delicate blue ribbon. "There's quite a collection."

"Loot?" Luffy echoed, eyes wide. "We got treasure?"

Sanji chuckled. "Letters, idiot. From people we actually know, but I see there's more than just that. Maybe we'll actually find treasure somewhere here in this pile."

"Still treasure!" Luffy declared proudly, holding the bundle like it was a sacred relic. He plopped down on a nearby bench and immediately began to sift through the pile, Sanji sitting beside him, their shoulders touching.

Nami approached with a gleam in her eye. "Well? Open something already!" she urged, her excitement palpable. "There's one from Kaya, and even from Kamabakka Kingdom sent a whole basket of rare spices... and perfume?"

Luffy, his excitement unrestrained, eagerly tore into a beautifully decorated box, his gasp echoing through the relatively quiet corner of the platform. "There are so many letters!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike wonder. "Crocodile sent a note, saying: 'Congrats. I hope you don't regret it, Cook'," he read aloud, his voice filled with a hint of playful mischief.

"I might say, the world seems quite enamoured with you two," Nami remarked, her voice laced with amusement as she held up a particularly ornate envelope. The gilded script and an official-looking wax seal bearing the Revolutionary Army's emblem hinted at its distinguished sender.

Luffy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Whoa! Did Sabo send something? Read it, Robin! Read it!" he urged, his excitement palpable.

Sanji, though slightly less overtly enthusiastic, couldn't suppress a chuckle. "If it's a recipe, I'm copying it," he declared, his voice laced with playful seriousness. "If it's advice, you're ignoring it," he added, his words a lighthearted jab at Luffy's sometimes impulsive nature.

Robin, with elegant precision, carefully opened the letter. "Hmm…" she murmured, her gaze scanning the contents. "It says: 'Don't burn anything down. Don't punch any world leaders today. And if you ever break his heart, I'll hear about it first.' Signed, Sabo," she announced, her voice conveying the underlying tone of the message.

Sanji let out a hearty laugh. "Sounds like a threat wrapped in affection," he observed, his amusement evident.

Luffy, his face beaming with uncontainable joy, simply declared, "Aw, he does love me." His heartfelt statement was a testament to his deep bond with his brother, his unwavering self-assurance mirroring his boundless happiness.

The newlyweds continued their joyous exploration of the mountain of gifts and messages, their laughter echoing through the festive atmosphere. A letter from Buggy, predictably self-centered, arrived, a simple card bearing his self-proclaimed title: "I'm the real king," followed by a rather brazen demand for a return gift. Beneath a box overflowing with the fragrant bounty from Wano—a delightful blend of sake and the lingering scent of gunpowder—a more delicate gift awaited them.

A beautifully crafted container held a precious treasure from Shirahoshi, a thoughtful gift entirely reflective of her gentle nature. Inside, a coral necklace lay nestled amongst delicate sea bubbles and pearls, artfully arranged to create a mesmerizing wind chime. "To bring ocean sounds," Shirahoshi's tender message read, her heartfelt well wishes conveyed through a carefully chosen gift. The couple, immersed in their treasure hunt, didn't even notice Shirahoshi standing nearby. 

"Thank you!!" Luffy and Sanji exclaimed in unison, before enthusiastically diving back into the pile of gifts.

The Kamabakka Kingdom contributed a selection of exquisitely crafted exotic silks, their vibrant colors adding a touch of flamboyant elegance. A gift from Katakuri arrived in the form of exquisitely made wedding mochi, which Luffy promptly devoured, his delight evident in his rapid consumption. A more practical but equally thoughtful gift arrived from the Kuja warriors—a finely crafted spear, accompanied by a short message: "To guard what is yours." Luffy, being impulsive, immediately attempted to use it as a playful weapon. 

"Luffy!" Sanji exclaimed, gently taking the spear from him and placing it carefully aside.

A letter from Vivi arrived, but Vivi herself was not far behind. "Vivi-chan!" Sanji greeted, a smile warming his face. Vivi approached, her graceful presence adding a touch of elegance to the scene, carrying a beautifully rendered portrait of Alabasta's vibrant landscapes and a delicate tea set, her heartfelt congratulations conveyed through both gifts. "Hello, and congratulations to you two!" she responded warmly, carefully placing her gifts onto the ever-growing pile.

Robin, resuming her role as the unofficial archivist of the wedding celebration, smiled serenely as she carefully placed Shirahoshi's coral wind chime amongst the other gifts. Shirahoshi, her face radiant, beamed at the couple's enthusiastic thanks.

Suddenly, Franky burst onto the scene with a thunderous "SUPERRRR DELIVERY!" He wheeled in a crate of gargantuan proportions—easily the size of a small house. "Built this in three days flat!" he boasted, wiping grease from his brow. "A wedding tub for two—with jets, lights, and a mini bar!"

Luffy gasped, his eyes wide with wonder. "A bath that shoots bubbles?!"

"Romantic bubbles!" Franky clarified proudly, his voice booming with self-satisfaction. "With cola-scented steam!"

Sanji stared, his expression a mixture of disbelief and mild horror. "That's… borderline terrifying," he muttered under his breath.

Zoro, passing by, delivered a solid knock to the crate's sturdy exterior. "As long as it doesn't explode," he stated, his tone dry and devoid of emotion.

"No promises!" Franky retorted with a wink, his grin unfazed.

Just then, Brook, his voice imbued with an air of dramatic mystery, gently presented a velvet envelope sealed with gold wax. "A note from Law," he intoned ominously.

Luffy, ever eager, snatched the envelope and tore it open. Inside was a single card, written in Law's characteristically deadpan script:

"Congratulations. Try not to die of joint stupidity.' —Trafalgar D. Water Law."

Luffy erupted into laughter, his joy unrestrained. "He cares!"

Sanji rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's his way of saying 'I cried a little'," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

As if summoned by their conversation, Law appeared a few meters away, calmly sipping tea, pointedly avoiding eye contact. Robin gracefully raised her cup in a silent toast to him; he nodded curtly in acknowledgment, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Jinbe arrived next, his presence both solemn and warm. He placed down an intricately carved chest fashioned from driftwood. "For your voyage together," he said, bowing slightly. Inside the chest lay a collection of rare maps, meticulously preserved spices, and a handsomely bound journal titled "Tides and Time: A Journey for Two."

Luffy immediately embraced Jinbe in a bear hug. "Jinbe!! You're the best fish-dad!" He said as Jinbe chuckled heartily. "And you're a handful," he replied, his voice filled with affection.

Zoro, sighing, returned to his perch upstairs, resuming his quiet contemplation with a drink in hand. Amidst the joyous chaos, Luffy stumbled upon a letter from Shanks, causing a noticeable hush to fall over the assembled guests. He cleared his throat, preparing to share the message:

"Luffy, I figured you’d marry food or a storm first. Glad you found someone who is both. Take care of each other. The seas ahead are yours.' —Red-Haired Shanks."

Sanji choked on his drink, his face a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I'm the food?!"

Robin coughed delicately into her hand, a playful smile gracing her lips. "And possibly the storm," she added, her voice laced with amusement.

Luffy, clutching the letter close, his eyes shining with heartfelt joy, murmured, "Shanks knows me so well…"

Notes:

Notice the sudden shift in how I write? Yeah, well, I was being short with it, or just lazy because I'm chasing time, knowing I missed a whole day to write due to being busy and dragged away from my keyboard. ( Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò )

I don't like how different this is from my other chapters, and the fact that I don't want to cut it off here, knowing I planned something much different from this for the fifth chapter.

But anyways, I just wanted to update to continue the daily thing, so maybe I'll just finish my original plan for tomorrow.

Chapter 6: A speech - Reunions & Reflections + Doffy

Notes:

For some reason, I have nothing to say (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

As Luffy reached for a letter from the Sakura Kingdom, Leo and the Tontatta tribe unexpectedly appeared, their arrival adding a burst of vibrant energy to the scene.

"This was from Rebecca and us!" Leo announced, presenting Luffy with a beautifully crafted flower crown. Without hesitation, Luffy turned to Sanji, gently placing the delicate crown atop his husband's head, nestling it carefully over his veil. The sight of Sanji adorned with the vibrant flowers ignited a wave of enthusiastic cheers from Leo and the Tontatta warriors. 

"KISS HIM AGAIN!! FOR FLOWER PEACE!" Leo shouted, leading the Tontatta in a spirited cheer, their voices ringing with unrestrained enthusiasm. They mimicked the actions of energetic cheerleaders, adding to the joyful chaos of the moment.

"Okay!" Luffy grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned in towards Sanji before the cook could even register what was happening, capturing his husband's lips in a quick, tender kiss. "Wait, what—" Sanji sputtered, his protest cut short by Luffy's actions. Once they broke apart, a playful scolding followed the stolen kiss.

Robin watched the lighthearted chaos unfold with a gentle smile before discreetly excusing herself to mingle with the other guests. As she moved through the crowd, she passed Vivi and Nami, offering a warm wave to both. Nami, her face radiant, returned the greeting, pulling Vivi into a tight embrace, her heartfelt words of affection clearly audible. "I missed you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

She was lost in her reunion with Vivi, and became unaware of the presence approaching from behind. Vivi, noticing the approaching figure, smiled warmly. "Nami, I think someone wants to talk to you," she said softly, her words prompting Nami to turn around. Her jaw dropped in surprise as she saw who stood before her.

"I see you've made a lot of friends," Nojiko said, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as Nami's emotional dam threatened to break. Vivi, sensing Nami's overwhelming emotions, offered a gentle reassuring smile. "It's okay," she said softly, granting Nami the space and time she needed to reconnect with her family. Nami who was overwhelmed with emotion, readily accepted, embracing her sister and Genzo in tearful reunion.

"We're proud of you," Genzo said, his voice gruff yet filled with heartfelt pride. Nami, wiping away her tears, nodded, her heart brimming with love and gratitude. The tears flowed anew, however, when Nojiko presented her with a delicate tangerine necklace, a carefully chosen gift reflecting their close bond and shared history. The simple gesture proved more powerful than words, a heartfelt tribute to Nami's remarkable journey and her unwavering strength.

Zoro, perched against a nearby table, quietly observed the heartwarming reunion between Nami and her family, a subtle smile threatening to break through his stoic exterior. The tender moment, however, was abruptly disrupted by Perona's distinctive, slightly melancholic laughter.

"Don't you put a gloomy tune to this party," Zoro warned, his voice low but firm. Perona, ever playful, merely patted his head in acknowledgement, her laughter subsiding into a contented hum.

Mihawk was seated across from Zoro, his hand cradling a glass of fine wine, silently pondered whether Luffy had received his letter. Letting out a barely audible sigh, he dismissed the thought. He trusted Luffy's resourcefulness, knowing that amidst the joyous chaos, the mountain of gifts, and the throng of well-wishers, his message would eventually find its intended recipient. Instead, Mihawk subtly shifted his attention—his gaze, not his head—towards the man who had now claimed the title of World's Strongest Swordsman.

"You surpassed me," Mihawk stated, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight of acknowledgment. He took a slow sip of his wine, his expression inscrutable. "Don't let it rot," he added, his words a subtle yet significant expression of both expectation and approval.

Zoro, without pausing his steady consumption of alcohol, offered a straightforward promise. "I won't," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. The simple statement held a depth of meaning, a reminder of his commitment to not only his own strength but also to his promise to someone special.

Somewhere, amidst the joyous chaos of the wedding reception, Chopper could be found happily indulging in the delectable sweets laid out on the dessert table, sharing the treats with a group of children. His laughter, light and carefree, filled the air.

"Don't you give yourself a stomach ache on this special day," a familiar voice cautioned, causing Chopper to pause mid-chew. He slowly turned, his keen sense of smell already identifying the speaker.

"Doctor!!" Chopper squealed, leaping off his stool and rushing towards Dr. Kureha, eagerly climbing onto her lap as happy tears welled up in his eyes. Kureha, ever gruff yet undeniably affectionate, patted him on the back. "You're still an idiot," she teased, her voice laced with affection. "But a brilliant one," she added, a hint of warmth softening the harshness of her words. A single tear traced a path down her weathered cheek.

Robin, observing the heartwarming scene from a distance, a quiet smile gracing her lips, discreetly joined Brook and Franky, who seemed to be engaged in some mischievous scheme, their shared glances filled with conspiratorial glee.

Luffy and Sanji were still immersed in the delightful task of sorting through their mountain of wedding gifts, about to delve into a particularly intriguing package when their quiet moment was interrupted by a boisterous announcement.

"CAPTAAIN! I LOVE THIS IS FOR YOUUU!" Bartolomeo's enthusiastic shout resonated through the area, instantly drawing attention to their corner of the celebration. A shower of celebratory confetti rained down upon the newlyweds as Bartolomeo dramatically revealed his ship, elaborately decorated in their honor. A large banner, prominently displayed, left no doubt about Bartolomeo's fervent support for their relationship, a testament to his unwavering admiration for the couple.

Luffy chuckled at the extravagant display, his amusement evident. Sanji, though equally amused, couldn't help but roll his eyes playfully at the sight of numerous posters and pictures of the couple adorning the ship's exterior. There was little doubt in Sanji's mind that Bartolomeo would sail the seas to spread the news of their love and marriage. 

Once Bartolomeo's celebratory arrival had subsided, Luffy and Sanji resumed their task, their focus once again on their pile of gifts. Their quiet concentration was promptly interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Sai and Baby 5. Sanji, startled by their sudden arrival, jumped slightly and almost dropped his cigarette, while Luffy, ever carefree, greeted them with his characteristically boisterous cheer. The cheerful greetings were exchanged between all four individuals. 

"I hope your marriage is as happy as ours," Baby 5 declared, her voice filled with genuine warmth, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. Then Sai followed with a lighthearted observation. "Honestly," he chuckled, "you both outshine us," he said, his words a testament to their evident happiness.

Perched on the balcony's edge, overlooking the lively celebration below, Law quietly savored a cup of sake, his thoughts a world away from the festive atmosphere. His mind drifted to Corazon, a poignant memory prompting a wistful smile. Though his gaze remained fixed on the newlyweds, lost in the joyous energy of their union, his heart held a bittersweet remembrance of his fallen mentor.

"You'd probably laugh your heart out, Cora-san…" Law murmured softly, the words a quiet tribute to his late friend. "...You'd like them. The world really is changing," he added, a subtle note of both wonder and acceptance in his voice. He leaned back against the railing, a subtle shift alerting him to Bepo's quiet presence behind him.

At another table, Marco sat alone, his expression pensive, lost in his own contemplations. His gaze, however, was carefully observing the dynamics unfolding across the room, his attention focused on the unexpected mingling of Marines and pirates—a stark contrast to the divisions of the past.

Marco knew he was witnessing the rise of a new generation, a generation less defined by the entrenched conflicts of previous eras. A quiet smile touched his lips as his gaze rested upon a half-empty cup. "Pops," he whispered softly, his words a tribute to his former captain, Whitebeard. "You'd like this party." The simple statement held a multitude of unspoken meanings, a silent acknowledgment of the profound changes sweeping through the world and the enduring legacy of Whitebeard's ideals.

The joyous celebration reached its peak, the revelry unrestrained, when a sudden, unwelcome interruption shattered the festive atmosphere. A rift of shimmering strings sliced through the night sky, and Doflamingo, his face twisted into a ridiculously smug grin, descended onto the platform. The music screeched to a halt, the sudden silence amplifying the tension as all eyes turned towards the uninvited guest.

"Well, isn't this a sweet union," Doflamingo sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did the Pirate King marry his waiter?" he added, his arms spread wide in a theatrical gesture. His smug expression, however, faltered as he took in the assembled guests—a gathering of extraordinary individuals that far surpassed his expectations.

Warlords, Emperors, high-ranking Marines, and even representatives from the Revolutionary Army stood poised, their collective silence a potent force that instantly silenced Doflamingo's typically boisterous arrogance. Law clenched his fists, his own presence a potent deterrent against any potential provocation. 

"Heh… I'm not invited? Shame," Doflamingo muttered, a hint of uncertainty replacing his earlier arrogance. He took a hesitant step back, his usual swagger noticeably absent. "I was just checking the snacks—" he added lamely, his attempt at a nonchalant excuse falling flat.

Zoro, without diverting his attention from his drink, calmly unsheathed his swords with a precise click, the sound sharp and decisive in the sudden quiet. He stepped forward, his stance unwavering, directly confronting Doflamingo. "Wrong party, flamingo," he stated simply, his tone devoid of any unnecessary embellishment. 

In the blink of an eye, Doflamingo was launched across the ocean with a single, perfectly executed strike from Zoro's sword. As if to add a touch of darkly humorous irony, a small box containing a single cupcake was casually tossed in his direction. "Zoro's the best security ever!" Luffy cheered, his infectious enthusiasm restoring the earlier festive atmosphere as the guests settled back into their seats, the brief interruption a mere footnote to their ongoing celebrations.

Zoro returned to his seat with nonchalance, accepting a celebratory toast from Mihawk, their shared glance a silent acknowledgment of their shared history and mutual respect. Law, visibly calmer, observed the festivities, a quiet assurance settling over him as he acknowledged that nothing could truly diminish the joy of Luffy's special day.

"Sanji, can we cut the cake now?" Luffy asked, his voice brimming with barely contained excitement. Sanji, surrendering to the infectious enthusiasm, nodded his agreement. "Yes—oh wait," Luffy began, his words abruptly cut short as a crucial detail suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

Grabbing a microphone from Brook, Luffy commanded everyone's attention, the music fading into a hush.

"Huh? Oh! Hey everyone!" Luffy began, his grin sheepish as he addressed the assembled crowd. "Should I be saying something? I don't really know how to do speeches… I'm better at punching things!" he admitted, his honest self-deprecation eliciting chuckles from the Straw Hats.

"But thanks!" he continued, his voice gaining strength. "Thanks to everyone! Seriously! I met so many cool people on this journey… and some not-so-cool people," he added with a shrug, his candid admission earning a ripple of laughter. "But all of them helped me become King of the Pirates! Even the ones I accidentally punched!" His infectious laughter spread through the crowd, Vivi among those who shared a fond chuckle. "And found One Piece! Which was really, really cool! Meat! Thanks for giving me lots and lots of meat!"

He gestured wildly, his enthusiasm unrestrained, encompassing the diverse collection of guests.

"And… the people from Wano! And Alabasta! And…" He squinted, his attempt at recalling specific names endearingly unsuccessful. "…Dressrosa! And all those other islands! I can't remember all your names, but thanks! You were all awesome!" His heartfelt gratitude resonated through the crowd.

Pausing for a moment, Luffy's gaze softened as he shifted his focus to his crew, his voice filled with genuine affection. 

"But… most of all, thanks to my crew! My amazing, crazy, awesome crew! You guys are the best! I couldn't have done it without you! You're my family!" Tears welled up in the eyes of his crewmates, some quickly wiped away, their unspoken affection a testament to their profound bond. "Let's go on more adventures soon! With more meat! And…" he glanced at Sanji, his grin widening. "…delicious wedding cake!"

Jumping down from the makeshift podium, nearly tripping in his haste, Luffy dashed towards Shanks, who stood near the back of the gathering. "And Shanks! Thanks, old man! You were the best!" he exclaimed, embracing Shanks tightly. "And everyone else who helped me along the way! Thanks a million! Now… Let's eat CAKE!" With that, he raced back to Sanji, who stood ready with the magnificent wedding cake, eager to begin the next phase of the celebration.

As the wedding cake was ceremoniously cut, each guest received a generous slice, while Luffy, enthusiastic, claimed the very top layer—a multi-tiered masterpiece of culinary artistry. He carefully lifted the cake, his eyes falling upon the top, where he placed miniature versions of himself and Sanji, nestled amongst delicate icing roses. 

"It's cute," Sanji commented, his voice a soft murmur, his eyes appreciating the artistry of the cake's design. He gently nudged Luffy's hand, reminding him to set aside the cake figurines and start eating. "You were the one who wanted the cake, remember?" he added playfully.

Luffy grinned, his eagerness undiminished, reaching for the cake with his hand. But Sanji provided a fork instead, his amusement evident in his subtle reprimand. Luffy laughed, accepting the fork and diving into his cake, a contented hum escaping his lips with each delicious bite. His enthusiastic enjoyment, however, led to a predictable outcome: icing liberally smeared across his nose and mouth. Sanji, ever attentive, gently wiped the icing away with a napkin.

Luffy looked up, his gaze falling upon a small smudge of icing on Sanji's cheek. Instead of wiping it away, he leaned in, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief, and gently licked the icing from Sanji's face.

Sanji blushed, a playful glare directed at his husband, but Luffy's infectious laughter rendered his initial annoyance powerless.

"Hey," Luffy said, his voice full of innocent mischief. "You said don't waste food, right? I'm not wasting anything! Shishishi!" He declared, his laughter echoing the undeniable truth of his playful logic. Sanji sighed, his attempt at a retort thwarted by the undeniable logic—and the irresistible charm—of his husband. He couldn't argue with Luffy when he was this happy, and this adorably messy.

Notes:

Doffy gets yeeted, but don't worry! He still gets a cupcake, that's good enough! Sanji's not a waiter (⁠╬⁠☉_⊙⁠)<—Law/Sabo/Luffy/etc.

I would be stopping with my daily updates, they won't be daily anymore, but I also don't know. We'll find out! — Well... Seems like I won't be updating until life goes easy on me (:

I cut the bad part off, that's what's up.