LyraMae
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"Grayson."
"Hm?"
"If my father ever comes back, do you think I'm acceptable now?"
Dick turned his head so quickly, he could've broken his neck. "What?"
(Based on missveryvery's, in my opinion, amazing drawing from DeviantArt.)
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A collection of one-shots, featuring Luffy and the rest of the crew. Don't mess with the Straw Hat pirates, especially the captain. If you get in his way, watch out for the other eight.
Nakamaship. No pairings whatsoever. (Also includes SPECIAL BONUS of people besides the Straw-Hats!)
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The Straw-Hats had all been offered something that, years ago, they’d accept in a heartbeat.
But now, they have a different answer.
“Sorry," they all grinned. "But we already have a captain.”
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"Even though I told them to go away, they still stayed. They stayed and defeated Arlong for me." Nami absent-mindedly brought a hand up to her tattoo on her shoulder. "They gave me freedom from my eight years of hell."
In which Nami and Shirahoshi have a small talk about Luffy and also themselves.
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"You said it yourself, this situation is similar to Enies Lobby. There was a chance that you won't come back," Zoro gestured to Robin's whole being before adding, "and yet here you are."
SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ CH. 800+!
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See.
The thing is.
If Sanji had realized that the “shitty knock-off wannabe villains borrowing his family’s old names and powers” were in fact his actual family, he wouldn’t have been nearly so laidback with interrupting his errands to face them alone.
(Modern Superheroes AU. Need I say more?)
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- Part 16 of April is the Cruelest Month 2026
- Part 74 of Help, I've fallen into One Piece hell and can't get back out
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15 Jun 2026
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Usopp, more prone to fidgeting with his fingers than his feet, puts down whatever gadget or gizmo he’s been fiddling with this whole time. “Uh. I thought the Sea Warrior comic is about a guy?”
“An imposter!” Oh wow. This might genuinely be the most furious Nami has ever seen their cook. “A fucking knock-off, with similar enough powers that he stole her uniform design and the Marine League welcomed him with open arms-!”
Mister Zeff reappears. No bowl or plate to be seen this time. He thumps down onto the empty end of the couch, gets an arm around Sanji’s shoulders, and tugs the young man into a hug right as anger crashes into grief.
“She died,” the old chef mutters, as Sanji cries into his chest. “Right in front of the eggplant, when he was just a kid.”
There is, almost instantly, a knot in Nami’s throat.
Luffy doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t make a sound. But he scoots in even closer to Sanji, hugging tighter, and then Chopper and Usopp scramble up to squeeze in too, and Zoro shifts so he can loop an arm around the cook’s closest shin. Nami follows, close enough to gently press her hand over her friend’s head.
(They didn’t know before.
But they do now.
And like hell is Smoking Gold or any other member of Germa 66 ever getting anywhere near Sanji again.)
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shedding my skin (Just To Get These Scars) by Triscribe for Hazel_Athena
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
07 Apr 2025
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Zeff doesn’t believe for one minute his scrawny little Eggplant, who only weighs ninety pounds soaking wet, really managed to cook up a wealth of frozen fish to eat entirely on his lonesome the first time it happens. But he lets it slide anyway; and the second time too, and the third, until it becomes a regular thing, going on for a couple of months. Not every morning, but at least two or three times a week, Zeff notices a missing tray or empty box, and double checks his inventory to confirm yet another selection of meat has up and vanished.
Clearly, Eggplant’s cooking and feeding the stuff to someone, and just as clearly doesn’t want to come clean about it.
(In later hindsight, Zeff supposes he can understand why.)
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15 Jun 2026
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Distantly, Zeff hears a familiar roar, and the simmering heat of his anger turns ice cold.
Several of his staff jerk their heads around, also catching the sound and just as clearly aware of what it means. “Come on!” Zeff shouts, bolting for the nearest door.
The time it takes to reach the upstairs hall passes in a blur, and even so it’s entirely too long. No coherent thought registers in Zeff’s head, not until he bursts into the corridor that holds his and the Eggplant’s bedrooms, and sees more of the intruders, sees the dragon, sees /Sanji on the floor/-
“Cabbage, if you burn down my restaurant I’ll turn you into a damn pair of leather gloves!” He puts himself in-between the boys and the threat, too furious to trust himself with looking closer at his son until after the danger is dealt with. “Get Sanji out of here, we’ll take care of the rest.”
Zeff hears the kid protest, hears him struggle as the dragon does as told. Other than that, he focuses entirely on the pirates in front of him, some already down and wounded, the rest upright and wary.
He doesn’t want them wary.
He wants them afraid.
He wants them petrified for daring to go anywhere near /his child/.
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on my back in the middle seat (of your big red truck kicking up my feet) by stanshika
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
23 Sep 2025
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Sanji had been waiting for about fifteen minutes now, which was too long, when Zoro only lived five minutes away. Which meant he’d either gotten lost or fallen back asleep. Sanji hoped it was the former.
If Zoro had fallen back asleep, then Sanji would have to deal with his stupid emotions on his own, which was something he didn’t want to do.
He supposed he could’ve called Usopp. Or Nami. They had cars, they’d come. But Sanji didn’t want them to see him like this, and if he was being truly honest, didn’t even want Zoro to see him like this—but out of everyone, Zoro felt like the safest bet.
Zoro was something guaranteed and normal—something familiar. He was always around Sanji these days, the two of them hanging out with each other when the rest of the gang couldn’t. He also wasn’t the type to look down on Sanji, had always insisted that they were equals. The rest of the gang would’ve looked at him in pity or something akin to that.
With Zoro, Sanji knew he was in good hands because Zoro knew him like the back of his hand and wouldn’t do anything to upset him, even unintentionally.
Or, Sanji has the worst day possible and immediately goes to Zoro for help.
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Zoro didn’t say anything. He just leaned back, rummaged one-handed through the glove compartment, and tossed something into Sanji’s lap.
A cigarette pack.
Sanji frowned, confused. “I didn’t—didn’t leave these in here.”
“You didn’t,” Zoro mumbled, eyes on the dashboard as though it suddenly needed his full attention. His hand slipped back to the wheel, fingers drumming once before going still. “…Bought ‘em. Long time ago.”
Sanji stared at him, the confusion only deepening. “You don’t smoke.”
“Not for me,” Zoro finally glanced over, just a flick of his eyes before looking away again. “Figured you’d need one sometime. Kept ‘em here. Just in case.”
Oh. Right. He forgot Zoro could be cute sometimes.
Sanji couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his mouth as he slid a cigarette from the pack. “You absolute idiot,” he whispered, almost giddy.
“What?” Zoro said, snapping his head to Sanji. “Is it the wrong ones?”
Sanji’s smile only widened, soft and fond all at once. “Quite the opposite. These are my favorites—and they’re never in stock around here. How the hell did you…?”
“Drove to the next town over,” Zoro said, glancing outside the window as if he couldn’t keep eye contact with Sanji whilst speaking.
And Sanji could understand the feeling because he had to look away too. He could already feel the heat rushing to his cheeks, knowing he was probably red like a tomato right now.
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Zoro, fluent in Sanji-speak, understood the question. “That’s why it took me so long to get to you,” he said, voice low. “Mihawk caught me sneaking out and demanded to know where I was going. He stayed up waiting for us because he wanted to make sure you were okay, that’s all.”
“It took you fifteen minutes to get to me,” Sanji said slowly, his fingers gripping the glass. “I thought you spent the whole time driving.”
Zoro looked sheepish as he took the glass from Sanji and set it down on the nightstand. “I didn’t get lost once, curls. It took me ten minutes to calm Mihawk down.”
Sanji’s jaw dropped. “You’re shitting me, bastard. You have to be. What do you mean you didn’t get lost?”
Zoro shrugged, gently pushing Sanji back onto the bed, letting the mattress dip under his weight. “You needed me.”
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Sanji, who lives and breathes for love, isn’t even surprised that it’s him who got Hanahaki. It’s a love disease. Of course he’s bound to have it.
What he can’t accept is for whom the flowers of death are.
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14 Jun 2026
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Zoro looks smug, the asshole. “Guess you owe me now, shitty cook.” He then approaches the corner where the microphone is and leans down, and Sanji feels as though his soul has left his body.
That little fucking device was catching everything this entire time. Everyone on the ship knows what’s going on.
“It’s all right,” Zoro says to everyone down below. “He’s not dying anymore.”
Sanji hears collective cheering and whistling somewhere on deck.
Fuck his life, fuck this shithead before him, and fuck everything that his haki is telling him.
Because without him seeing, he knows that everyone is falling in line to pay Nami while Jinbe is smiling as he looks at the direction of the loudspeaker. Brook is strumming his violin to a love song and Franky just asked Robin to dance.
She accepts. There’s now dancing somewhere below them. The beginning of a celebration. Luffy is running across the deck with Chopper set atop his shoulders. Chopper is sobbing in joy while Usopp nods sagely, like this is all his doing.
Sanji crosses the other side of the crow’s nest and taps on the microphone for good measure.
“Snacks are in the galley, but dinner might be a little late,” he says, then he turns the goddamn thing off.
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Zoro, Sanji, and how they learn to be greater than the sum of their parts.
Or: in which Sanji steps in front of Zoro again in Sabaody. They both get sent to Kuraigana Island.
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The forest is already starting to fill with smoke, acrid and dark, burning the back of his throat, the corners of his eyes. Zoro doesn’t care. He pushes on, only one goal in mind.
In an instant, his priority list has been trimmed down to one thing only: find Sanji.
The rest of it—the mission, this country, the king, all of it, everything—none of it matters if Sanji…if he…
No. Don’t think that. There’s no way Sanji would be taken out by something so small as…a giant explosion. They’ve survived way worse. And they will survive worse, much worse, when they get to the New World. When they, together, make Luffy the King of the Pirates.
But if not—Zoro’s pushing himself hard, running with strides as wide and powerful as his legs will take him, but this thought makes his chest tighten something fierce, more than the smoke, more than
the running—if for some reason Sanji’s not okay…No. No.
He’s not in pain. He’s not in pain, he’s running, and he’ll find Sanji.
And he ignores the small part of his brain that’s telling him: if Sanji’s not okay, then let it burn. Let it all burn.
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Sanji breathes in. “When?” he asks. “When did you…fall in love with me?”
Zoro didn’t think they were going to get into it this soon. He had a plan. He wanted things to be perfect—the way Sanji always wanted. But now that he’s here, there’s no more holding back, no more waiting. Zoro’s had enough of waiting. The world narrows. The grass underfoot, the mangrove trees all around, the soft sound of bubbles rising and popping. All of it fades.
“There is no when,” he says simply. “Do you know when you grow taller? Do you know when you grow older? You don’t. It just happens. Natural as anything. And you can’t stop it.”
To his surprise, Sanji laughs, the sound of it startled out of him. “Roronoa Zoro,” he says in wonder, “teaching me about emotions. That was really profound.”