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nehswritesstuffs · 5 months
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Baratie: Home to Chefs, Strays, and the Occasional Sword Goblin - Part 7
Still not dead--just running into a couple plot blockers while busy turning another maladjusted Northern lad into an accidental dad. When all is said and done, this is going to be a bridging chapter (so not filler, but also not too plotty), but I figure a reward for your patience is warranted.
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A letter arrives, a snail call is made, and comfort is offered. [3269 words]
Sitting on the balcony outside his bedroom, Sanji read quietly in the warm sun with Asido cuddled into his side. It was a day off for him, so he was spending quality time with his nephew, the boy presently tuckered out after pushing himself hard during training. For not having a directly-altered Lineage Factor, he certainly was unnaturally athletic and capable of learning quickly. Even his little body had limits though and he was now snuggled into his uncle’s side as he slept. Sanji idly scratched at the boy’s scalp, which pulled out a content squeak. He braced the book against his leg as he turned the page one-handed, not wanting to disturb the kid’s nap. Actually, this was nice… admittedly.
Eventually, Sanji’s ears caught the News Coo coming on the wind. When it was in sight and clearly headed towards him, he put the book face-down and waited for the bird to glide his way. It gave him a letter and waited shiftily, not leaving until it got a bit of the crisps Sanji had been munching on. He looked at the handwriting on the front and knew this was something he couldn’t let slide—Reiju had replied to him, after weeks of nothing, despite the inherent risks involved. Opening it carefully, Sanji checked to make sure that Asido was still sleeping before going over his sister’s flowing script.
‘Sanji,
‘Thank you for letting me know you received the azuki in a timely manner. I was not entirely certain who to gift them to, but I’m glad to know I chose well. Beans like the azuki are said to be auspicious and extremely versatile. I hope they only bring good things to the Baratie.
‘I do not know when it is that I can visit, though it is something I would like to do sooner rather than later. Father is planning future campaigns now with Notice as a physical base, monetarily, militarily, and socially. That much is public knowledge and assumption, making me free to write it. What they do not know—details I’m sure you recall so I do not compromise them—is that I am already going through much of the same treatments Mother did; Father is trying to build his Perfect Germa, and now there’s nothing I can even take to ward him off. All my future children will be perfect in his eyes. He has even taken me off active duty for the duration of the treatments and the lack of things to do is… unnerving. I was placed in Mom’s room; you know the one.
‘Please do not tell Zeff of our correspondences—I know how much he distrusts me. That much is something I would not blame him for, as I’m not exactly the center of charming stories. I think every day of what I have done to you, both in the past and now, and I shall likely never stop. If I could hold you in my arms and never let go again, I would. I wish you could have been at the wedding, that I might be at yours one day, and that they would have both been performed out of love. For now, I guess I shall have to learn to live with being pen pals, in a way.
‘Until the next letter,
‘Reiju’
Sanji carefully stuffed the letter back in its envelope before placing it in his book as a bookmark. His blood boiled at the thought of Judge torturing his sister—let alone anyone else—with his Lineage Factor experiments, but to keep her hostage in their mother’s old room while doing so? The threat was unspoken but clear.
One wrong move and she would meet the same fate as Sora did all those years ago.
After taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sanji gently shook Asido awake. “Azuki bean, time to get up.”
“I don’t wanna…” the boy murmured.
“You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you keep going,” he said. Asido rolled out of the chair and flopped onto the balcony floor, making his uncle roll his eyes. “Come on—we can visit with the geezer in the meantime.”
That got Asido perked up and the boy jumped to his feet, seemingly awake in an instant. Sanji shook his head and sighed before following his nephew through his room and over towards Zeff’s.
“Grandpa Zeff! Grandpa Zeff! Uncle Sanji taught me a lot of stuff today!” The boy nearly skipped into the old man’s bedroom, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed. He tilted his head, staring at him. “Why are you back in bed? It’s early.”
“I just feel like it, azuki,” Zeff bristled. He let out a wheezing cough and Sanji paused.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” he frowned. Now that he got a look at him, Zeff was pale, the bags under his eyes more prominent, and the book seemed too heavy for his hands.
“It’s just how I’ve been coughing the past few months.”
“No… that’s how you were coughing when I first dragged Chopper over here,” the younger man said. He checked Zeff’s temperature with a hand to his forehead and hissed—he was hot to the touch. “Shit. I’m getting the fever reducer.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re sweating through the sheets you fucking stubborn old coot.” Sanji pulled a bottle from a nearby table and poured two pills from it into his hand before shoving them into Zeff’s along with his water glass. “Take this.”
“Fussing over nothing,” Zeff grumbled. He took the medication, however.
“I’m fussing because I’m not ready to lose my dad just yet,” Sanji replied icily. Zeff looked away—that was probably the only word that Sanji could use that could get him flustered—and muttered something under his breath. “Hmm? What’s that, shit-geezer?”
“I’ll go when I’m good and ready you prissy little eggplant!” Zeff snapped. Sanji rolled his eyes and glanced over at Asido, who was fidgeting nervously.
“You should have seen him when I first rolled back into here,” he scoffed, trying to seem aloof for the boy. “Don’t worry; part of why we’re here is so that the old man gets better.”
“Yeah…?”
“Yeah. Now stay here and make sure he doesn’t move while I get some more of the medicine he was on before.” Sanji ruffled Asido’s hair, ignoring Zeff’s grumbling about how he wasn’t going to take the shit anymore. It was all a bunch of hot air, the younger chef knew, and gave his nephew a wink before heading out into the corridor. It was just his luck that Zoro nearly ran into him by the stairs, causing him to jump in surprise. “Ah, fuck, marimo. Perfect timing.”
“What the fuck do you want?” the swordsman grumbled. “It’s my day off.”
“Yeah, and the old man just took a turn,” he said, motioning back towards the door with a flick of his head. “Go watch him as I grab some medicine. Kid’s in there now.”
“Fuck,” Zoro huffed. “I thought we were watching the kid, not traumatizing him with elder care.”
“Just shut the fuck up and make sure they’re both fine,” Sanji snapped. He quickly descended the stairs and went into the geezer’s office where he was storing the rest of the medicine since it generally stayed cooler than the rest of the ship. Bringing it upstairs, he had to dodge a few of the other cooks before he had Zeff’s room in sight. The geezer was still coughing profusely, while Zoro had collected Asido in his arms so that the boy could hide his face in the moss’s shoulder.
“I don’t need that shit,” Zeff wheezed between coughs. Sanji ignored him and began to pour a spoonful of the lime-green liquid into a spoon.
“Don’t be a fucking pussy,” he scowled. Sanji waited until it seemed like Zeff recovered before jamming the spoon in his mouth without warning; it worked and Zeff took the stuff. “There. Was that so bad?”
“Could’ve been better,” Zeff cringed. “Can’t the reindeer make medicine that tastes decent?”
“You know that if there was a way, he’d’ve found it by now.” Sanji deposited the spoon and medicine both on the nightstand and looked over his shoulder—Zoro wasn’t there and neither was Asido. “Alright, now get some fucking sleep and I’ll come check on you for dinner.”
“I’ll just stay here then, wondering if I should murder Patty and Carne when I see them next.”
“Not only you wouldn’t, but you couldn’t.”
“Just wait until I get better and fucking watch me.”
Sanji simply rolled his eyes.
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The thing was: Zeff didn’t really improve, let alone get back to where he was before.
He was still coughing a lot, his heavy wheeze reminding Sanji of how he’d get on particularly rough days, making him glad he was attempting to cut back on the cigarettes. A fever would come and go—sometimes high and sometimes barely there—and he was sweating a lot. Between Sanji, Patty, Carne, and Zoro, someone sat with the old man most of the time, only giving him a reprieve if they were all asleep. After nearly a week Sanji had enough of his yoyoing and left the moss-brain in charge of Zeff while he slipped into his room with the Den Den.
It rang. And rang. And rang.
“Hello!” Ah, it was Chopper’s bright and cheerful voice—the last time Sanji had called, Kureha answered. That had been an… experience to say the least. “Who might I ask is calling?”
“Hey, Chopper, it’s Sanji.”
“Oh, hi Sanji! Ah! There’s your eyebrow! The snail must be slow to copy today. Are you calling to give a report on Zeff’s progress?”
“That’s almost why I’m calling,” he replied. “The old man’s having a relapse; started almost a week ago and although it’s stable, it’s not getting any better.”
“Huh… that’s an interesting development. It should be something we can work with, though. What are his current symptoms?” Sanji told him and the snail nodded along. “Has he stopped any of the rest of his treatment?”
“Not that I’m aware of; even put him back on the original shit you left us with.”
“Then that makes this all the more interesting. It might be a delayed immune response by his specific blood type. Instances are rare, but they’ve only been observed in normally-healthy people under thirty-five.”
“Is the medicine still effective?”
“Yeah—there should be no reason for it to have waned in efficacy. I’m just wondering what could have triggered this response.” Sanji could see the snail’s face scrunch as Chopper pondered the situation—he was always such a professional when he got into Doctor Mode. “Have you been giving him additional fever reducer?”
“Yeah, like you showed me before you left,” Sanji replied. “It seems to work for the fever fine, but he still has his cough, and if the shit wears off then it gets real bad before the next dose kicks in, so I’m technically overlapping.”
“It’s good that he’s responding to that at least. At the amount prescribed, he can’t overdose or find his tolerance messing with it, not for a long while yet.” Chopper went quiet for a moment, the only sound being a shuffling of papers. “Do you think you can keep him under control like that for a bit longer?”
“I can do my best.”
“Excellent; I’m going to be coming over in a couple weeks. Robin and Franky are scheduled to pick me up and the five of us will make the trip together. We can make it a pit stop before we see Usopp, Kaya, and the girls.”
Sanji had to think for a moment. Oh yeah, that’s right, he wasn’t the only one in the crew who had found themselves thrust into parenthood over the past few years. “Hey, uh, Chopper? Can I ask you something?”
“Anything!” Sanji could hear the cheer in the reindeer’s voice, which honestly broke his heart.
“Can you make sure you bring along the right equipment to give a young kid a checkup?”
That piqued Chopper’s interest. “Is Usopp dropping the girls off with you early? I know they’re due for one and that you had offered to take them.”
“No…” Sanji bit his lower lip—there was no going back from this. “There’s a young boy I have here, nearly five, and I don’t know the last time a doctor looked him over. You’re the best there is.”
“I see.” The line went eerily quiet as Chopper contemplated the new information; he honestly preferred when the reindeer blushed and swore at such a compliment. “Can I ask how he came to be under your care?”
“You can, when we’re not speaking over a tappable line.”
“Fair. Is he there now?”
“No, he’s with the moss.”
Another pause.
“Zoro’s there…?”
“Live-in babysitter and geriatric’s companion extraordinaire, that one,” Sanji scoffed. He frowned when Chopper didn’t respond. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing—I just have a lot to prepare for,” the reindeer said.  “You know, Luffy’s going to freak out when he learns about this.”
“No one’s seen Luffy in years—he’s going to freak out about a lot of things, to be fair.” They shared a bit of silence, where Sanji could tell his old crewmate was attempting to not panic. “I cut back because the kid’s around, if it’s any consolation.”
“You did?!” The snail’s face brightened again. “That’s great! How often do you go through a pack now?!”
“I dunno… about a week? Five days?”
“That’s already an improvement!” Chopper marveled. “You used to chainsmoke for months straight; being near a pack a week is impressive!”
“Well, let’s say I have some pint-sized motivation.”
“That’s good! That’s good!” There was another voice in the distance—probably Kureha—and the Den Den cringed. “I’ve got to go! I’ll send you some extra medicine by Coo and I’ll see you in a couple weeks!”
The Den Den clunked off and the imitation of Chopper vanished from the snail’s face. He left a snack for the snail and left his bedroom, heading out into the corridor the same time Zoro was exiting Zeff’s room.
“Patty’s turn,” the swordsman grunted. He caught the look on Sanji’s face and raised an eyebrow. “What’d Chopper say?”
“He’s sending more medicine via Coo, but he’s not coming for a while yet,” Sanji replied. “Apparently this shouldn’t even really be happening… not to the old man, anyhow.”
“We’ll get there.” Zoro awkwardly placed a hand on Sanji’s shoulder. “You know we will.”
“Yeah.” Sanji did not brush Zoro’s hand away, although he did walk out of his grasp, heading over to Asido’s room. He found the boy reading at his desk, legs kicking merrily in the air as he jerkily pulled his pointer finger over the varying speech bubbles, sounding the words out quietly. “Hey, what’cha got there?”
“Oh, just Sora,” the boy replied. He held the tankobon up and beamed. “I don’t have to ask for a lot of help with the words! Isn’t that neat?!”
“It is,” Sanji agreed. “Hey, listen: I just got off the phone with another old crewmate of mine. He’s a doctor and is going to come here to check on Grandpa Zeff. Have you met a doctor before?”
“No. What’s a doctor do?”
“A doctor tries to make sick people healthy, or make sure that healthy people don’t get sick. Have you ever been sick?”
“Nope! That’s when you don’t feel good, right? Like Grandpa Zeff? Is that why your doctor-friend is coming over? So that he can make Grandpa Zeff better?”
“He is, and while he’s here, he’s going to make sure that you and Zoro-oji and I are still doing alright, to check and see if we caught anything.”
“Really…?”
“Really-really; his name’s Chopper, and you’re going to love him. He’s a reindeer.” Sanji watched as his nephew’s eyes grew in wonder and a million questions raced through the boy’s mind. Asido’s mouth couldn’t keep up with his brain and the boy began to stutter, only making vague noises instead of words. “He’s not coming for a few more weeks yet, so don’t get too excited.”
Too excited? The boy was practically bouncing off the fucking walls.
It took a while to get Asido calm again, Sanji only really able to do so with promise of updates on when Chopper was scheduled to arrive. With the boy somewhat placated, his uncle slipped back out into the corridor, only to see that Zoro was still standing there with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall.
“Don’t you have anything else better to do?” Sanji sniped. He closed the door behind him, hopefully shielding Asido from whatever fight was about to happen. “Well…?!”
Zoro did not answer, instead remaining where he stood.
“Your room’s that one, if you were wondering,” the blond sniped. Fuck, of all people, it was the marimo he had to put up with. He made a move to head down the stairs again to start on dinner when Zoro pushed himself off the wall and grabbed Sanji’s hand. Before he could react, Zoro had yanked his arm and pulled him close for a hug. Sanji tried to get away, but the idiot’s grip was too tight.
“Calm down,” Zoro grunted sourly. Okay, so at least he wasn’t completely cracked.
“What the fuck is this about?” Sanji hissed through grit teeth.
“Take a breath,” the swordsman said. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?!”
“That thing where you’re going to keep fussing and stressing until you drop.” Sanji kept struggling, not wanting to use a kick in such tight quarters. “It was shit when we were with the crew and it’s shit now.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, shitty marimo.”
“No, but I can tell you that the kid’s beginning to pick up on your pissy habits,” Zoro warned. “I’m glad he’s not like your shitty-ass family in the emotional department, but this is going to mean you’ll have to watch it.”
“My nephew, mossball, not yours.”
“…that you want me to help you watch, so put a fucking cork in it.”
Sanji sighed and let himself grow limp, resting his forehead against Zoro’s shoulder and allowing his own arms to fall to his sides while the idiot held him up. There was no fucking use in fighting this, so he closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose—at least the marimo had showered recently.
“Alright, alright, I’ll try not to stay so fucking wound up, for the kid’s sake if anything.”
“Good.” Zoro gave one final squeeze before he let Sanji go, the blond pushing away from him with his face flushed pink in embarrassment. “I don’t care how weird you are about it: I will get your head out of your ass if you get it stuck again.”
“I’m not that limber; find a better turn of phrase.”
“If I have to put something else up your ass in order for you to calm down, I will.”
Sanji’s face went from pink to red as he almost ran to the staircase. Stupid fucking marimo saying stupid fucking inappropriate things outside his nephew’s door… worse yet, outside Zeff’s door. He did his best to calm himself down the the time he entered the kitchen, though it still felt as though all eyes were on him.
This was exactly the shit he wanted to avoid with Zoro there, and yet it was happening anyhow.
He was gonna kill Usopp.
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nenehyuuchiha · 2 months
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff & Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Vinsmoke Sanji Additional Tags: Daddy Issues Incarnate, Introspection, Fatherhood, Parenthood, Sanji is Not a Vinsmoke, Vinsmoke Sanji Has PTSD, Good Parent Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, this is totally self indulgent, an audience of one, Not betad, we die like judge when I catch him, I’m projecting on both of them, alot, i love them and I love father-son dynamics, Vague spoilers for sanjis extra secret backstory, Mentioned Past Child Abuse, THERE IS NO ABUSE OR DESCRIPTION OF IT, it is only an allusion and a reaction to being told about it Summary:
He never doubted whether he’d been a good pirate. A good chef. Those were immutable absolutes. When a normal day crumbled into one of the worst in his life, he found himself questioning something else. Was he a good man?
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kermit-coded · 4 months
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Sunset's Been A Freakshow (6055 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy & Nami & Roronoa Zoro & Usopp & Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Usopp (One Piece), Nami (One Piece), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Protective Roronoa Zoro, Aromantic Asexual Monkey D. Luffy, Possessive Roronoa Zoro, oc is a creepy guy in a bar, Post-Season/Series 01, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, luffy walks the line between smart and oblivious, Non-Consensual Touching, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Bathing/Washing, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates As Family, Literal Sleeping Together, Food as a Metaphor for Love, POV Multiple, both sanji and nami have seen some shit, Nami & Usopp (One Piece) Friendship, Nami & Roronoa Zoro Friendship, vague general manga spoilers for backstory stuff, Vinsmoke Sanji Has Self-Worth Issues, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff is Vinsmoke Sanji's Parent, The Marines Suck, oops! all trauma!, East Blue Saga, Mentioned Portgas D. Ace, Mentioned Sabo (One Piece), Medical Inaccuracies, Bisexual Vinsmoke Sanji, Non-Consensual Groping, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Insecure Usopp (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece) is a Good Friend, Autistic Monkey D. Luffy, Queerplatonic Relationships, not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (whatever the east blue crew have going on), they all play hot potato with the ability to be emotionally vulnerable, technically there was more than one bed but luffy doesnt like being alone, usopp is not a licensed therapist folks Series: Part 40 of yo ho yo ho (one piece fics) Summary: There are always creeps looking to take advantage of whoever they can get their hands on. And Luffy looks like an easy target.
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wan-dream · 7 months
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Aka ashi no Zeff | 赫足のゼフ
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ashchen0527 · 6 months
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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/50708986"><strong>Fatal Attraction</strong></a> (9862 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/zorosword"><strong>zorosword</strong></a><br />Chapters: 3/30<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/One%20Piece%20(Live%20Action%20TV%202023)">One Piece (Live Action TV 2023)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/One%20Piece%20(Anime%20*a*%20Manga)">One Piece (Anime &amp; Manga)</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro, Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy/Vinsmoke Sanji, Kaya/Usopp (One Piece), Coby/Helmeppo (One Piece), Nami & Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy & Usopp & Coby<br />Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Coby (One Piece), Monkey D. Garp, Arlong (One Piece), Buggy (One Piece), Dracule Mihawk, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Kuina (One Piece)<br />Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - No Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Gay Monkey D. Luffy, Gay Roronoa Zoro, Demisexual Roronoa Zoro, Bisexual Vinsmoke Sanji, Lesbian Nami (One Piece), Trans Coby (One Piece), Gay Coby, Asexual Coby, Pansexual Usopp, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, NOT a love triangle 'cause I hate that shit, they're two years older than they were during first season/East Blue arc, so Luffy is 19 while Zoro and Sanji are 21, Roronoa Zoro and Vinsmoke Sanji Bickering, Protective Roronoa Zoro, Protective Vinsmoke Sanji, these two are just very whipped for Luffy what can I say, Monkey D. Luffy is a Ray of Sunshine, Enemies to Lovers, Sort of? - Freeform, also I'm a new fan of the live action and I still haven't touched the anime or manga, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, btw if u can read this visualizing the live action cast that'd be neat, bc I wrote this thinking abt them, like they're all super cute and hot and sweet and I'm in love sorry, I'm Bad At Titles, also kinda bad at summaries, Internalized Biphobia, coming to terms with sexuality, Zoro got that dawg in him<br />Summary: <p>A hitman with an uncommon code of conduct and a thief with a dream he carries since childhood. The two cross paths when a powerful criminal hires the both of them to get close to the grandson of the East Blue's police chief in order to find out where he keeps a valuable item of his. And in the case of one of them, to also take his life.</p><p>Except they don't know why the other is there in the first place, setting a cold race so one of the two can get his job done first.</p><p>Circumstances change when they develop feelings for their target. And maybe for each other.</p>
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ao3feed-erasermic · 7 months
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midnightpink · 2 years
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Cradle and All
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Sanji’s just finishing up with the lunch rush when a bloodcurdling scream from out on deck manages to make it all the way back to the kitchen. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he shares an eye roll with Zeff, motions for one of the junior chefs to take over, and heads for what (or rather who) he just knows will be the source of the problem.
by: Hazel_Athena
Words: 40,158,Chapters: 4/4, Language: English
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates
Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Additional Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Kid Fic, Accidental Child Acquisition, Post-Canon
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fyrecatpickles · 3 years
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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, The Vinsmoke Siblings, Vinsmoke Reiju, Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Ichiji, Vinsmoke Judge, Vinsmoke Yonji, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff Additional Tags: Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Dysfunctional Family, Family Feels, Hurt Vinsmoke Sanji, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Disabled Character Summary:
What if Sanji's siblings weren't brainwashed by Judge and took Sanji's side? What if, as children, they loved their mother and believed her when she said their father was lying to them? What if they banded together against Judge instead of against Sanji?
Sanji Vinsmoke, the third son to the now disgraced Judge Vinsmoke, was the simultaneously the most stubborn and the unluckiest child out of all his brothers. He knows he isn't the smartest, or most cunning, or strongest. Those traits belong to his brothers and sister, but he cares about them deeply. They are all he has, so when Judge comes home ready for a fight it's Sanji who stands up to him. Who always stands up to him. Sanji will fight a hundred Judge's if it means his family can avoid the brunt of his wrath, but he's just a child. His body can only take so much before even sheer willpower will fail him.
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ao3feed-lawlu · 3 years
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by Straw_Heart3
Crocodile knew Ace loved football, and it was no secret he wanted to go Pro. Ace had both the talent and skill, enough that he would be able to make that dream a reality. Seeing his son so inspired by his dream made Crocodile as well, becoming just as productive as Ace was, trying to figure out just how to make it to the professional league.
The biggest hurdle that Ace needed to get through to achieve his dream? College.
Words: 22887, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Dadodile month 2021
Fandoms: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Crocodile (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Monkey D. Garp, Yamato (One Piece), Mr. 1 | Daz Bones, Mr. 2 | Bon Clay, Kurohige | Blackbeard | Marshall D. Teach, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco, O-Toko Mentioned, Mentioned Aka Ashi no Zeff| Red-Leg Zeff, Mentioned Monkey D. Dragon - Character, Mention Nico Robin, Mentioned Vinsmoke Sanji, Crocus (One Piece), Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate
Relationships: Crocodile & Portgas D. Ace, Crocodile/Donquixote Doflamingo, Crocodile & Monkey D. Luffy, Crocodile & Sabo (One Piece), Crocodile & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Monkey D. Luffy & Portgas D. Ace & Sabo, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo & Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Crocodile & Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Mentioned Monkey D. Garp & Portgas D. Ace, Mentioned Monkey D. Garp & Monkey D. Luffy, Mentioned Monkey D. Garp & Sabo, Crocodile & Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate, Portgas D. Ace & Yamato
Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, ASL Brothers (One Piece), Sports, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, American Football, College Football, Hospitals, dadodile, Panic Attacks, Family Feels, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Male Character, Permanent Injury, Serious Injuries, depressive throughts, Transphobic Character, Parent Crocodile (One Piece), Parent Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Uncle Donquixote Doflamingo
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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year
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Baratie: Home to Chefs, Strays, and the Occasional Sword Goblin - Part 6
So, this chapter was previously attached to the prior one, but it was getting long for what I generally want for these, so now it’s two!
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It’s Dry Goods Run Day. [3272 words]
It was finally Dry Goods Run Day.
Unlike the frequent deliveries of perishables and tide-overs that the Baratie received from whatever traders were willing to sail to them, it was fairly standard to use the day they needed to restock on the restaurant’s shelf-stable items as a day off for most of the crew. The chefs, kitchen help, and waitstaff alike all relished in their ability to fuck the fuck off to places unknown for the day, making it so that the only ones really working were Sanji, Patty, and Carne as they hand-picked their spices and flours and dried grains and whatnot.
“Zoro-oji! Zoro-oji! What’s that?!”
...oh, yeah, Zoro was technically working too.
“It’s a balloon,” he said flatly, looking in the direction Asido was pointing. They were in the middle of the port’s market, where the boy was staring wide-eyed at anything and everything they came across. “Haven’t you ever seen a balloon, kid?”
“Not really…” the boy muttered. His green-haired adult exhaled heavily and picked the boy up, allowing him to bury his face in his shoulder. The kid ran his moods more lopsidedly than his shitty uncle, which honestly said more than the swordsman wanted to admit.
“Would you like one?” he asked.
“…no…”
“Well, if you change your mind, you know all you need to do is ask, okay?”
Asido nodded into his shoulder and Zoro tried not to sigh. Here he was: one of the greatest swordsmen alive, to have ever lived. He was one of the Pirate King’s Wings, for fuck’s sake, only to be reduced to the shit-cook’s babysitter for the past week. Was it two? Three? He really didn’t know anymore. It wasn’t the kid’s fault that his uncle was literally one of the most annoying fucks to exist on the seas, but that was neither there nor here. Then again, it wasn’t even as though it was entirely the shit-cook’s fault he was in this position—there was plenty of blame to be spread amongst a disturbing amount of other people, and none of them were in the port nor on the ship.
“Is there anything you’d like?” he asked.
“Mom…” the boy croaked.
“Well, it’s just me, so we’re going to have to make do.”
“Okay…” Asido mumbled into Zoro’s neck, clinging to him desperately. “Do you know when Mom’s coming back? I really miss her.”
“I’m sure she misses you too,” he replied. Zoro saw other groups of people as he wandered around, including families with kids. A little girl—about the sprout’s age, he guessed—bounced up and down as she waited for her dads to finish acquiring snacks from a stall, and it sent a pang through him. Words long-said rattled around in his head, making him hug the boy in his arms just a bit tighter.
You want to know why I never went to Totto Land? Because instead of just defeating them, I would have murdered everyone for taking you away from me.
They had been words whispered in the cook’s ear, hot and heavy as he had made a pass in their last remaining moments in Wano. He had been pushed away then, a rejection that was loud and clear, starting the agonizing path that led to their falling out. Now, by some cruel twist of fate, he was holding a child that looked like Sanji, as though they had rescued him from Totto Land after Luffy became Pirate King instead of before their siege of Wano. It was a kid that very easily could have come out of the Charlotte honey trap, or possibly even that dancer woman from Dressrosa… or…
What would he have done, if the blond showed up on the doorstep, a child in his arms and an apology on his lips?
Fuck… he really didn’t want to think of that now.
Finding a vendor that sold dorayaki, Zoro bought his charge a snack, taking the portable nature of the treat to his advantage as he continued to wander around the port market. While he was not able to find the way out of the market, he eventually ran into Sanji, who seemed more amiable than usual.
“Alright Marimo, you’re relieved,” he said. He reached for Asido and the boy willingly allowed himself to be passed, clinging to his uncle’s brightly-patterned shirt tightly. Sanji bounced the boy slightly and pressed a kiss to his hair before turning back to his crewmate. “Follow the street down to the docks and you’ll find the supply boat.”
“Sure,” the mossman grunted. He ruffled the kid’s hair before sulking off, leaving the pair alone.
“I don’t know if I like islands,” Asido frowned. Sanji chuckled at that as he began to stroll idly through the market—of all the things to be genetic.
“I don’t like them too much either,” he admitted. “We grew up on boats and ships, with water always under us. Islands aren’t like that, and I think we can tell a lot easier than other people.”
“Yeah.” The boy settled into his uncle’s shoulder, the top of his head wedging in the crook of the man’s neck, before sniffling, “I want Mom.”
“I want to give her to you, but you know I don’t know when she’ll be back,” he said. A storefront then caught his eye and he patted the boy’s arm. “Hey, there’s a clothing store over there. Let’s go ahead and get you some new stuff like I said we would.”
“’Cause I’m gonna grow soon, right?”
“Yup.”
“Well, I hope I don’t grow too much, or Mom might not recognize me.”
Deciding to not touch that, Sanji took his nephew into the clothing store, glad when the prospect of curiously new things distracted Asido from his doldrums. They were able to find several new sets of clothes for the boy, as well as a couple jackets and pairs of shoes, some pajamas, slippers, and a bathrobe that was comically big on him.
“Can I get a robe like Zoro-oji?” Asido asked as he flapped the sleeves of his new bathrobe. Sanji peeled the garment off the lad and handed it to the clerk.
“That’s a special kind of robe—you’d have to ask him,” he replied. Asido then shrugged and bounced off to look at a display of girls’ clothes while the two adults sorted everything.
“He certainly is full of curiosity,” the clerk chuckled. Sanji rolled his eyes.
“He’s not used to dry land, so I’m just glad he’s distracted,” he admitted. “Oh, no, wait, not this one; I’m going to pretend you forgot to ring it when we’re two days out.”
“I’ll gladly play the villain if that’s the case,” the clerk said. They stashed the t-shirt with a Sora, Warrior of the Sea logo across the front out of sight and continued folding the rest. “Your son a fan of the comic?”
“Something like that.” Sanji checked on Asido from where he was standing and frowned. “Azuki bean, is this you telling me you want one?”
“No…” the boy replied from the dresses.
“Then why are you still over there?”
“I was thinking about if Merry might like these.” He picked one off the rack and held it high. “This one would look nice on Lea, but weird on Montie! Why is that?”
“We’re here to shop for you, not your cousins.”
“Uncle Saaaaaanjiiiiii…!”
“Look, don’t touch,” the blond warned. The clerk stifled a snicker as Asido and Sanji sported matching scowls.
“My apologies,” they smirked. “That’s a strong family resemblance.”
“Eh; my sister and I could have been twins,” Sanji shrugged. “Didn’t correct you, did I?”
“True.” The clerk nodded deftly before tallying up the total. Money was exchanged and they started to bag it up. “Pardon me for prying,” Sanji raised his visible eyebrow, “but you might want to consider taking a catalog with you. If you’re at sea often, then it might be too long between ports before his next growth spurt, and the next one you’re at might not have a shop like ours.”
“I… don’t know how long I’ll have him…”
“We deliver most items by News Coo, and the packaging is plain, in case any of it ends up being a present or some other surprise,” the clerk continued, unfazed. “Kids are hard, especially ones you didn’t plan on.”
“How…?”
“You just came in and bought enough to fill a child-sized closet; you might be a natural with him, but it’s clear you just got him in a weird way.” They finished packing the two bags and placed the receipt in one and a goods catalog in the other. “He looks happy interacting with you, if it helps. His parents put him in good hands.”
“You must see a lot of people if you’re able to glean all that.”
“I work at one of the few dedicated children’s clothing stores in the area—a lot barely covers it.” They offered a polite smile as Sanji took the bags. “My apologies, again.”
“Eh, whatever,” Sanji muttered. He then looked at Asido again, who was still staring at the dresses. “Azuki bean! We’re leaving! What do you say?”
“Thank you for taking care of us!” the boy beamed as he joined his uncle. He waved at the clerk as they walked out, then proceeded to hold Sanji’s hand as they wandered the market. “Where do you think we can find clothes like Zoro-oji?”
“Why do you want to dress like Zoro-oji?”
“Well, he’s gonna teach me swords, right? So I got to have swords clothes!”
Sanji almost stopped walking entirely in order to process his nephew’s logic. “You know, people who fight with swords can wear anything they want. There’s no uniform you have to wear.”
“Really…?”
“Yeah; now let’s get back to the boat and make sure everything’s been delivered.”
“Okay!”
It didn’t take long to get to the supply boat at the wharf, where there was the unusually relief-laden sight of the marimo stomping onto the craft while Patty and Carne took inventory of everything that had been dropped off by varying vendors from around the port.
“This is a lot of shit, kid,” Carne mentioned as he tapped a pallet of flour with the end of his pen. “Sure you aren’t going by how much you need to feed that captain of yours?”
“I’m sure, you limp-dicked half-rate,” Sanji huffed, no venom to his voice. He helped Asido into the boat before bringing the bags on, putting them down next to some other bags and boxes he didn’t recognize. “What the fuck’s this?”
“Errands for our actual boss,” Patty sniped. “Just because he’s out of commission doesn’t mean he can’t have needs, nor that we should ignore them.”
“The idea that he’s having you take care of things instead of me only tells me that the geezer’s up to something,” Sanji frowned. He decided to wait until they were back at the Baratie to address whatever the fuck was going on, instead taking the opportunity to double-check his wares. Once everything was triple-checked and on the boat, they set off, heading back to the restaurant. They made it well before dinnertime, with Zoro helping Asido bring aboard the stuff for him and Zeff while the chefs all unloaded the restaurant’s supplies.
Bringing the dried goods aboard and sorting them all in their proper places was always a hassle, but once it was done, Sanji felt a great sense of accomplishment. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to make something a little more involved for his family for dinner… and the Moss too… he guessed. An experimental curry, utilizing some spices he found on the island that caught his eye, though not too spicy so he could further gauge his nephew’s palate. He carefully made plenty of the stew and rice and left it in serving dishes, bringing everything up as such so that he could allow everyone to take what they wanted, while any leftover could be used as a staff snack the following day.
Opening the door to Zeff’s room with a gentle push of his hip, Sanji brought the meal into the room only to nearly drop it. There, he saw Asido sitting in one of the geezer’s armchairs, wrapped up in a blanket he could not remember while reading what looked like the fabled first collected volume of Sora, Warrior of the Sea. Zeff and Zoro were sitting at the table, both pains-in-his-ass stopping their conversation and looking at him nearly sheepishly as he stopped and stared.
“Oh! Uncle Sanji! Look what Grandpa Zeff got me!” Asido slid out of the chair and held up the book proudly. “It’s Sora! And a blanket! And some other stuffs!”
“Did he now…?” Sanji said, throwing a glare at his foster father. The old man refused to make eye contact, pretending that there was instead something vaguely interesting with his still-extant foot. “You can show me everything after dinner, alright?”
“Okay! Zoro-oji helped me unpack everything we bought today, so I can show you then!”
“He helped you unpack, eh?” Sanji asked, turning his attention to Zoro. The mosshead simply took his plate and began shoveling rice onto it, well-used to ignoring the death-stare the blond often threw him. “This is beginning to sound more and more like a couple someones might have broken rules while I was busy with dinner.”
“No big deal, twirls,” Zoro mumbled. “The kid’s allowed to be comfortable.”
“If you need me to say it, eggplant, the kid’s in what’s technically my house, and I say it’s fine,” Zeff mentioned. He saw as Asido was trying to fold his blanket on his own and chuckled. “We’ll take care of it later, azuki. Get over here and eat before your uncle has a coronary.”
“Okay!” the boy replied cheerily. He sat down at the table and stared at what Sanji was putting on his plate. “What’s that…?”
“Curry,” the blond replied.
“I thought curry is red and kinda soupy.”
“That’s how they like curries in the North—we’re not in the North Blue now,” Sanji explained. “This kind of curry style originated in a place called Wano, on the Grand Line. Zoro-oji and I went there a long time ago.”
“Okay, cool!” Asido took a giant chunk of potato and shoveled it in his mouth, only to spit it back onto the plate in tears. “Ow! Too hot!”
Sanji closed his eyes and tried not to grimace. Just… why…?
“At least you know he’s not picky,” Zeff chuckled. Sanji rolled his eyes and kept serving dinner—sure, he guessed.
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After dinner, Sanji went to go inspect his nephew’s room, finding that plenty had happened while he was occupied with cooking. The boy’s clothes were put away neatly, utilizing a level of organization that he did not think Asido or Mosshead were capable of coordinating. Books previously absent sat neatly in the bookshelf and some boxes sat in the corner, one suspiciously looking like flat-pack furniture.
“Old man said the kid needed a desk,” Zoro explained casually as he followed the blond in. “I’ll put it together tomorrow.”
“Can you even read the directions?” Sanji sniped.
“I’m not illiterate.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Do you like my new books, Uncle Sanji?” Asido asked, reminding the men that the kid was still there. He looked at the now-full shelf, seeing that it was full of those damned Sora, Warrior of the Sea compilations. There were a few regular storybooks, but Sora was the bulk of the lot. “Mister Patty and Mister Carne helped Grandpa Zeff get the comics, and Zoro-oji got me the other ones!”
Sanji blinked. “He did…?”
“Yeah! And he got me these!” Asido dove into the corner of the closet and pulled out a pair of shinai, at which Sanji tried his best not to scowl. “He said that I need to be ready for when we start swords!”
“…which might be a while, remember?” Zoro replied, trying to cover up what was clearly supposed to be a secret. “Some people are never old enough to hold a weapon, let alone a sword.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I won’t!” the boy reasoned. “I can do flippy stuff and sword stuff!”
“Uh-huh, yeah, I’ll flip you right off the deck,” Sanji scoffed jokingly. He gave Asido a wink and the boy giggled. “Now go clean up your stuff in the geezer’s room, okay? You’re getting a bath tonight.”
“Zoro-oji doesn’t get baths!”
“Zoro-oji is also a barbarian, and we are not; now get going.” The two men watched the child dash from the room, giving them an opportunity alone. “You didn’t have to do any of this, mosshead.”
“I know.” He watched as Sanji took one of the books off the shelf and flipped through it. “That was, uh, the only one I actually remembered. The woman at the bookstore helped with the rest.”
“Of all things, ‘Noland the Liar’ is what you remembered?”
“Blame Usopp…?”
Sanji threw Zoro an unimpressed look. “You’re a goddamned moron, you know that?”
“I’m not the one who’s so wrapped up in his own trauma that he forgot that kids need stuff to do other than practice kicks and flips,” Zoro sniped.
“So getting him excited to become a potential new sword-moron is the answer?” Sanji hissed.
“I meant the books and you know it.”
“…and how did you come to that conclusion?”
“Kids like books…?”
“How would you know?!”
“I just do, alright?!”
“So you were into books? When you were a kid?”
“…no…”
“Then I’m not sure I want to know…” Sanji stopped when he saw Asido come back into the room with his new book and blanket, both of which he put on the bed. “That’s not where they go.”
“I wanna read more before bed!” the boy claimed. “I need my Reading Blanket to do that!”
“Okay, sure; say goodnight to Zoro-oji,” Sanji said quickly. Asido did and went over to the closet to pull out his new pajamas, giving his uncle just enough time to grit out a fake smile. “Good night, Marimo.”
“Night, Twirly-Brow.” Zoro shrugged in irritation before leaving, not really wanting to push the envelope with the kid right there. No sooner did he close the door behind him did Asido pop back at Sanji’s side, holding his pajamas high above his head.
“These?” the boy asked.
“If those are what you want, now come on.” Sanji attempted to lead his nephew into the bathroom, who was adamantly protesting, all the way down to kicking his feet once picked up. “You didn’t mind bathing before.”
“I don’t gotta take baths if Zoro-oji doesn’t!” the kid pouted. “It’s not fair!”
“Normal people bathe or shower regularly; if Zoro-oji wants to be gross and not bathe, then that’s on him. He’s an adult. You, however,” he sat Asido down on the toilet lid, “are still a kid. That means you’re still learning. Can’t break the rules unless you know them.”
“That’s dumb,” Asido scowled. “Baths are dumb.”
“Merry gets baths almost every day.”
“Zoro-oji says girls have to, though!”
Sanji shuddered at the very thought of Zoro having had a conversation with Asido about how much bathing is too much bathing. Fuck… gross…
“I shower every night, so don’t give me that nonsense,” he warned. “Now come on… you like lavender?” Asido nodded and Sanji began to draw the water, pouring in the bubble bath as the kid presumably got ready…
…only for him to turn around and find that he fled from the room.
Fucking hell.
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nenehyuuchiha · 4 months
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga), One Piece (Live Action TV 2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff & Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Vinsmoke Sanji Additional Tags: Merfolk!Sanji, Captivity, Starvation, basically zeff and sanjis backstory but sanji is a little merfolk looking for the all blue, Language Barrier, there will be some gore on account of zeff as well as, Cannibalism, Sirens, Dehumanization, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, The usual content warnings for sanjis childhood, Hurt Vinsmoke Sanji, protective red-leg zeff Series: Part 1 of Coming Home Summary:
“Little carnivore, are we? Stole you away with no idea of how to care for you.” He couldn’t even blame it for attacking him, sick and locked up as it was. Things that starve couldn’t afford to be polite, after all. Its big blue eyes were dark with fear and no damn reason to believe any big old human had its best interest at heart.
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While raiding another ship, Zeff and his crew stumbled upon a little siren held in captivity. This wasn’t how Zeff had intended on becoming a father.
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Chapters: 77/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Whitebeard Pirates, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Sabo (One Piece), Thatch (One Piece), Fossa (One Piece), Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate, Izou (One Piece), Curiel (One Piece), Vista (One Piece), Blamenco (One Piece), Atmos (One Piece), Vinsmoke Family, Vinsmoke Sanji, Speed Jiru, Vinsmoke Judge, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Akagami Kaizoku | Red-Hair Pirates, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Monkey D. Garp, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Gol D. Roger, Portgas D. Rouge, Silvers Rayleigh, Boa Hancock, Emporio Ivankov, Bell-mère (One Piece), Arlong (One Piece), Arlong Pirates, Perona (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro, Nefertari Vivi, Kaya (One Piece), Hina (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), Buggy (One Piece), Cabaji (One Piece), Mohji (One Piece), Sengoku the Buddha, Charlotte "Big Mom" Linlin, Charlotte Perospero, Yonko | Four Emperors, Charlotte Katakuri, Charlotte Cracker, Charlotte Chiffon, Vinsmoke Reiju, Vinsmoke Ichiji, Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Yonji, Charlotte Oven, Charlotte Daifuku, Charlotte Smoothie, Kaido (One Piece), Kurohige | Blackbeard | Marshall D. Teach, Charlotte Pudding, Kozuki Oden, Kozuki Hiyori, Koala (One Piece), O-Kiku (One Piece), Nekomamushi | Cat Viper, Catarina Devon, Django (One Piece), Kuro (One Piece), Tsuru (One Piece), Mother Carmel (One Piece), Aphelandra (One Piece), Dadan (One Piece), Gekko Moriah, Crocodile (One Piece), Gild Tesoro Additional Tags: Literature, fan fiction, General fiction, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - One Piece Fusion, One Piece Universe Summary:
A little girl was left at a convent. She's found by Whitebeard and taken in.
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kermit-coded · 5 months
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I Can Run But I Can't Hide From My Family Line (664 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Vinsmoke Sanji, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff & Vinsmoke Sanji, Vinsmoke Sanji & Vinsmoke Family Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Vinsmoke Family (One Piece) Additional Tags: Whole Cake Island Arc Spoilers, Pre-Canon, During Canon, Purple Prose, POV Vinsmoke Sanji, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff is Vinsmoke Sanji's Parent, Childhood Trauma, Canonical Child Abuse, Vinsmoke Sanji-centric, Character Study, basically this is just me being insane over sanji, Song: Family Line (Conan Gray), Daddy Issues, Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates As Family, Internalized Homophobia Series: Part 28 of yo ho yo ho (one piece fics) Summary: Sanji and families.
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Aka ashi no Zeff | 赫足のゼフ
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marveloustif · 3 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Trafalgar D. Water Law/Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vinsmoke Sanji, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Baratie cooks, Don Krieg, Heart Pirates, Bepo (One Piece), Shachi (One Piece), Penguin (One Piece) Additional Tags: Lawsan Week, Lawsan week 2021, Alternate Timelines, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, Baratie Arc (One Piece), Law meets Sanji before Luffy Series: Part 5 of Lawsan Week 2021 Summary:
Day 5 of the Lawsan Week prompts : Alternate Timeline/Do You Trust Me?
Sanji is working at the Baratie like usual when the restaurant gets attacked. He notices a strange submarine heading towards it, chased by Marines. What if the Heart's Pirates crew was the one reaching the Baratie instead of the Straw Hats?
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami/Nefertari Vivi, Franky/Nico Robin, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Dracule Mihawk, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco/Portgas D. Ace Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Franky (One Piece), Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Brook (One Piece), Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Kaya (One Piece), Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Buggy (One Piece) Additional Tags: Nakamaship, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Sports, Softball, have you ever wanted to see one piece as a sports anime? WOULD YOU LIKE TO?, Walkup Songs, Self-Indulgent, Comedy, you dont need to know that much about softball to read, sorry no jinbei i havent read that far :(, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Switching narrators, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack Summary:
Shanks’ memory isn't as good as it used to be - he’s coached a lot of kids over the years, after all. He's also been umping the Grand Line’s adult rec league for quite a while now, and he’s seen a lot of teams come and go. That being said, he's also not a stupid man.
So when he heard earlier about an up-and-coming team moving up from the beer league that has a pitcher with a killer curveball, two monster hitters that apparently look like they want to kill each other as much as they want to fuck right in the middle of the field, a third baseman and center fielder that are clean over six and a half feet tall, a god-damned DJ, and a catcher that's so talented people say he could have an arm made of rubber…
Well, Shanks has an idea of who it might be.
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