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horribluh · 1 month

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hilarious mpreg zosan thought, sanji has a kid that has green hair but its not zoros kid. he has in fact never disclosed who the other father was (choose ur own adventure dead beat dad edition) and his siblings already have amazing technicolour hair so its not outside the realm of possibility for his biological children to also have weird hair colours. but when the kid pops out with green hair everyone immediately connects the dots that hey, doesnt the strawhats first mate that sanji famously doesn't get along with also have green hair? is this why sanji never said who the other father was? hes a fucking dead beat! get his ass!

this misconception integrates into everyones mind bc it makes too much sense to not be true and everyone is suddenly deadset on "protecting sanjis honour" and making zoro "take responsibility"

sanji is screaming crying throwing up disgusted bc no!!! the shitty mosshead is not the father!!! stop saying that!!!! but since he still wont say who the actual father is, everyone is just like its ok sanji, you dont have to defend a deadbeat even if he is your crewmate and sanji has no choice but to kill himself and also zoro for daring to have green hair

when the strawhats show up for sanjis baby shower they also unanimously come to the misunderstanding that sanji and zoro totally boned. franky goes as far as to call the kid mini marimo. brook makes a hundred innuendos, chopper is upset at the implication of them having unsafe sex, and robin alludes to "knowing all along" in a very ambiguous way. usopp is the only one who refuses to connect the dots and he is sanjis favourite strawhat fr. jinbei pats sanji on the back and says he hopes they work through their differences for the sake of their kid. sanji is dying, youre killing him, you're killing your cook

even more shenanigans ensue when zoro shows up 3 whole days late to the baby shower and is gaslit into thinking hes the father by everyone in attendance despite being Pretty Sure that he and sanji never fucked. zeff gives a pretty good shovel talk and nami gives an even better one (debt increment is involved) while zeff nods approvingly behind her and then luffy slingshots in all parents should be married right? and doesnt wait for an answer

anyway, like 2 hours later zosan find themselves standing at a makeshift altar on the thousand sunny, saying their vows. sanji insists to the very end that zoro is not the father so they dont need to get married but alas luffy isnt giving him a choice in this (he wants to eat wedding cake)

to sanjis eternal despair, the kid grows up to really like swords

additional zosan thought, sanji does not help things by shouting "this is all your fault!" the moment he sees zoro. zoro is futher gaslit

#mine #zosan #one piece #love putting them in the funniest scenarios possible #the kid also cant be convinced that zoro isnt their actual father #i think zoro does his whole wandering swordsman thing and sanji has to endure lovelorn husband jokes #angst alternative: zoro is in fact the father but does not remember their one night stand bc he was black out drunk #and sanji refuses to be the only one that remembers their ~night of passion~ and decides to keep the father a secret #luffy forces them to get married anyway #op #this got kinda long oops #dont ask me why the baby shower lasts over 3 days i just think the strawhats party hard and party rock and theyd definitely go all out here #zoro in this is very much embodying this might as well happen

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inoreuct · 3 months

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been thinking about asura zoro lately.

possibly a prince sanji au where sora’s kicked her shitstain of an ex-husband out of the kingdom and his siblings are going through behavioural therapy,,,

at any rate, sanji’s wandering across the grounds one afternoon and he sees someone sitting beneath his favourite apple tree in the middle of the field. he thinks it’s yonji at first, but no— the hair’s too short and the wrong shade of green. less neon than his brother’s electric lime and more like… moss.

the man has one leg propped up with his arm resting on his knee, an apple clutched loosely in his hand. he turns as the grass rustles with sanji’s steps and sanji notes the vertical scar over his left eye that cuts through his brow and down his cheek. “you’re in my spot.”

“hm,” the man says, completely unbothered. he lifts the apple to take a bite and his open robe shifts with the wind, the hilts of the three swords tucked into his sash knocking gently against each other.

sanji narrows his eyes. “move.”

a slow, lazy grin. “no.”

“you—!” the prince is just about ready to boot this guy in the ass. “you do realise who i am, don’t you?”

“no,” the man repeats, shrugging a shoulder and peering down at his apple before taking another bite.

that gives sanji pause. everybody knows who he is. it’s inescapable— queen sora’s kindest son, with the golden hair and a heart to match. ocean eyes and the hands of a chef and legs steadier than any sailor’s. he has a duty to fulfil and an image to uphold, and it’s—

well. it’s just that sometimes, he thinks that he wasn’t made for this life at all— that he was meant to be out there, on the ocean, skipping over the waves with the wind in his hair and the sun on his brow, feeling the grit of sand between his teeth. he has satisfied himself with the comforts of royal life, with the orchards and the kitchens, but something pulls at him still. it tugs his heart towards the coast and whispers for him to shed the courtly graces he wears as tangibly as the cloak over his shoulders.

sanji is quiet as he reaches up, swallowing over the soft click of the clasp before red velvet falls into his hand. he drops it to the grass and lets it pool, puts one palm on the ground before settling against worn, rough bark and letting the pattern press into the skin of his spine.

“it’s peaceful here.” the man’s voice is low, slipping beneath the soft sigh of wind. “quiet.”

“it hadn’t always been,” sanji says, before he can stop himself. he has no reason to be doing this— to be saying anything at all, much less sitting down. he should be yelling for the guards and then taking this guy out himself. he’s a stranger who’d somehow made it onto royal grounds, through the extensive defences they had; one with three swords and scars, sanji reminds himself as he eyes the gnarly line of pearly tissue running diagonally down the man’s chest. he’s, by all definitions, a threat.

and yet, sanji hasn’t felt anything at all. no hostility, no fear— just… stillness, if he had to put a word to it. a sort of calm.

“the king… he was cruel,” he continues softly. “he treated my siblings and i like lab rats to be used. my mother was nothing more than a pretty thing to fill a space beside him. this palace, this kingdom used to be filled with war and pain and noise.” sanji chances a glance up to find the man already looking at him, and he quickly looks away. “sometimes, he’d come back from war stinking of blood and death. even worse was when he’d bring my siblings with him. he forced them to fight, see— didn’t even give them a choice, because of his experiments.”

the words are bitter as he spits them out, and sanji feels his hair bunch when he tilts his head back against the tree and blows out a breath. “i was always the failure.” the grass is damp with dew as he rubs a few blades between his fingers. “the weak one. the useless one. and i was the one who dragged him outside the city gates and told him that if i ever saw him again i’d take his head.”

he’s no longer as angry about it, he thinks. sanji has spent enough of his life being angry. the thought just carries a muted tone now, satisfied and a little victorious but also resigned— sometimes he looks at fathers in the squares and the markets, carrying their children on their shoulders and indulging them in the smallest of things, overpriced candy and tag on the dusty cobblestones, and his eyes burn. he should have had that. he never did, and he never will.

sanji lets his eyebrows flash up, swallowing against the tightness in his chest. “i don’t know why i’m telling you all this, anyway,” he says with a light, forced laugh. “i don’t even know who the hell you are.”

“nobody important,” the man hums. “not yet. but one day i’ll be the greatest swordsman in the world.”

the prince believes it. he feels something now, at least— a presence of sorts, like pressure from all sides, present but not pushing. just there. “i think… i want to get out of here.”

again, he doesn’t know why he says it. he has the urge to slap a hand over his mouth as soon as he does, in fact. because everything’s fine now, everything’s finally going well; judge is gone, his siblings are safe, his mother is safe, and he should be happy. he is happy. he gets to cook all he wants and he’s—

he’s not. he’s not happy. he wants to go, wants to— to grab a boat and disappear, sail to the edge of the horizon and then beyond. it aches in his chest like someone’s squeezing his heart, fingertips digging into tough muscle, and he rubs the heel of his hand through the fine weave of his shirt.

the man bites into his apple again, and the crisp crunch cuts through the still air. sanji lets his eyes slip shut.

“where do you want to go?” the man asks.

sanji laughs, a soundless exhale. “the all blue. it’s an ocean with every kind of fish you could imagine and then some. i want to open a restaurant. a place of my own where nobody will ever go hungry.”

a pause, and then the man turns to look at him. “do you know why i’m here?”

“no.” sanji cracks an eye open, sighing impatiently. “why?”

“the change. all this place has known for years was turmoil and war and chaos. and then suddenly… it all went silent.” he eyes sanji unreadably. “somebody took notice.”

somebody, huh? if sanji’s dealing with a religious nutcase, he might just burst into laughter. or knock this guy out. maybe both. “you believe in god, then?”

“no,” the man says flatly. “and even if one did exist, they didn’t help you then. they won’t help you now.”

the blonds’s eyes narrow as he sits up straight and slowly raises an eyebrow. “if that’s supposed to be a threat, mosshead, i’m not scared of you.”

“mosshead?!” the other splutters, the first sign of real human emotion sanji’s seen on him, and sanji laughs.

“it fits!”

“it’s—”

“blasphemous? disrespectful?” sanji teases, somehow more at ease than he’s felt in ages. he doesn’t know who this man is, and who he is doesn’t matter— he’s free to run his mouth, and he damn well will.

“you should be scared of me, you know,” the man says, voice gritty, and sanji smirks.

“why so?”

and— oh.

that presence from before increases exponentially, until he feels sweat bead beneath his collar. dirt gathers beneath his fingernails as he scrabbles backwards, instinctive, throat bobbing as he counts three, four, six arms, and three heads, and three grey eyes glinting like watered steel. wind whips through the clearing, shaking the branches of the tree— sanji reminds himself to close his mouth as he sits beneath the rustling, as black tendrils of shadow snake through the air, swelling around the man’s silhouette, silky and molten. it’s not just that overwhelming, omnipresent aura; he’s got to be two heads taller than a normal man at least.

sanji’s breath is stuck in his throat. and then he looks down; that half-eaten apple is still there, shiny and red. the man’s swords — nine of them, now — clatter gently by his hips, and his earrings jingle with something that almost sounds like gentle laughter, and his hair is still impossibly green.

“…is this supposed to be intimidating?” he offers, climbing to his feet with a bored cock of his hip. “i mean, it’s impressive and all, mossy, don’t get me wrong, but—”

the man’s form snaps back to normal in an instant, leaving him with an almost comical look of disbelief on his face. “you’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“i’m traumatised,” sanji corrects, cackling. “after my bastard of a sperm donor, i doubt i could be scared of much else. besides, you haven’t done anything but talk to me. that’s a lot more kindness than most people can say they’ve shown.”

he watches the emotions flash across the man’s face like a play-by-play until his strong features finally settle on something not dissimilar to determination. “we’re going.”

“huh?” the sudden subject change throws him. “where?”

“the all blue,” is the impatient answer as the stranger crosses his arms. “didn’t you say you wanted to go?”

“yes, but—” sanji makes a series of exasperated noises as he tries to find his words. “i can’t just— go! i have responsibilities, i need to—”

“you need to be free,” the man grunts, and sanji stops short. “can’t keep a bird caged and expect it to be happy.”

the prince bites his lip, heart pounding. this is crazy. this is insane, it’s how kidnappings happen, he shouldn’t even he considering this. “…if, even if we were to go— how would we get there? how would we even find it?”

“we’ll figure it out?” the man pins him with a look that says duh, like it’s no big deal. “i know a witch who’s a navigator, she owes me a favour. and a guy who works in a shipyard. it’ll work.” he looks like he’s about to start tapping his foot, but then his expression softens. “one day,” he says, eyes skating across sanji’s face. “we go for one day, sunrise to sundown, and if you don’t like it i’ll bring you right back.”

sanji’s chest aches. his breath trembles against his teeth. “why?”

his stranger swallows, gaze tilting down as his fingers drift to the hilt of the white sword by his side, like it’s a comfort. “you aren’t scared of me.” his eye is a flash of silver as he looks up again, bottled starlight and iron. “maybe that’s more kindness than i’m usually shown, too.”

maybe sanji’s losing his mind. maybe he’d lost it a long time ago. because he finds himself nodding slowly and breathing, “okay.”

a sharp, sure nod. “we leave tomorrow. settle your affairs and meet me down by the beach at dawn.”

“alright.”

sanji watches the man turn and amble away, in no apparent, rush, before a thought strikes him. “wait!”

green hair shifts in the sunlight as he twists back around, one scarred palm by his ear. “hah?”

“what’s your name?” sanji yells across the clearing, and the smile that’s sent his way is blinding.

“meet me and i’ll tell you, curls!” the man yells back, and then he’s gone. just— disappears, like he’d been a figment of imagination.

an apple core tips against sanji’s ankle, pale and clean.

(sora takes one look at his face when he asks and lets him go.

“you’d always been restless,” she tells him gently, as she helps him pack his things into a burlap satchel and sets his spice tins carefully into their case. she says he’d been loud even as a baby, wailing right out of the womb with eyes the blue of cornflowers and summer skies and the water, riotous and gentle and vast like his heart.

she sends him off with a kiss to his forehead, hands cupping his face as she smiles against his skin, and this time sanji welcomes the burn in his eyes.

he finds zoro by the beach like something out of a fairytale, skin bronzed in the light of a new day, glowing with the orange dancing off the waves. he has a boat waiting, barely big enough for two, wrist draped over his sword hilts as he yawns and scratches at his head, and sanji grins so hard his face hurts.

his palms on the lip of sealed wood have his heart pounding hard enough to feel it against his ribs, his shoes sinking into the sand as they push the dinghy out to sea and jump on, and he shoves his hand in the water just because he can.

“zoro,” the man says abruptly, two extra shadows framing him in the sunrise like a mirage, and sanji’s lips curl up at the edge. “that’s my name.”

“okay, mossy,” he sing-songs, and bites down a laughing scream when zoro rocks the boat so hard he nearly falls out.

he does tell zoro his name, when he decides that he’ll stay. they’re still on their little boat; it’s sunset now, and the green-haired man is taking up all the space in his other form, stretched out with his hands folded behind his head. “i’m sanji, by the way,” he offers, offhand, and watches zoro crack an eye open to grunt in acknowledgment.

he pretends not to see the soft smile that the other man flips over to hide. zoro hardly ends up using it anyway, the brute.

sanji really doesn’t mind.)

#don’t know WHERE i was going with this #like feeling around a wall in a dark room with paint on my hand #call that ABSTRACT ART 😏👍🏼#one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #one piece zosan #one piece zoro #zoro #ino writes #this is an au where sanji meets zeff out there i guess… as of now the poor babygirl still thinks he’ll never get Fathered™#JUST YOU WAIT SANJI JUST YOU WAIT #mmkay goodnight yall #and happy 初二 to those who celebrate cny muakss

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cheapdollface · 14 days

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so so SO obsessed with the concept of zsz, where zoro is meeting zeff for the first time as sanji’s partner, and zeff is SO intimidating to zoro for absolutely no reason. like yeah, they’ve met before, but this time is just *DIFFERENT*. zoro’s meeting sanji’s father and it’s So overwhelming and nerve wracking, but he does it because he loves sanji and wants zeff’s approval so bad!!!

i especially love it where zeff leans into the intimidating father role, because at the end of the day, he just wants to see his little eggplant happy and treated well by someone.

#sanji the entire time: can you people be normal #i think he’d secretly love how both of them act though #like yes stress over how much you wanna impress my father #and be an overprotective dad because i chose mosshead out of everyone to be my forever person #the rest of the strawhats having to deal with zoro stressing out would be funny as well #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji

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mangokabuto · 2 months

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Some dance + real-world-equivalent-ethnicity headcannons :)

Some more little bits i be thinking abt for those who want more dance content: (under the cut)

Usopp with his salsa fundamentals and luffy with his vague memories of samba end up, at some point, coming up with their own much more chaotic combo of the two. They r spinning around so fast its insane. Luffy is about to launch them into the sun. They're having a great time.

Sanji being absolutely miffed when the only other ppl on the crew who know how to couple's dance with him are Usopp and Luffy. He gets over it ofc, being able to actually dance with another person quickly overwhelms the "I wanted to tango with a beautiful lady" grief

Sanji being able to help Usopp re-learn salsa and them bonding over their moms abt it 🥲Luffy is a lost cause tho he's not learning shit /j

BaroqueWorks Robin and Bon Clay bonding over ballet Q_Q

Brook inventing the most INSANE new dips/twirls/transitions because he no longer has muscles or skin or whatever in the way

Also I firmly believe Usopp listens & dances to anything made by Spice, Mr. Killa, and Yung Bredda, but he refuses to let the crew know this. He's not embarrassed or anything he's just fairly sure Sanji would have a heart attack and die if he heard the lyrics

Sanji listens & dances to Rodrigo y Gabriela he's in love with their story

Zoro is one of those freaks who has no desire to listen to music at all but he won't turn it off if it's on, yk?

As made obvious above I think Usopp and Sanji are the 1st and 2nd most versatile dancers, but neither of them dance more Often than Franky

If i had to rank them based on how often/readily they will dance its....in the order I placed the pictures, with chopper between brook and nami. Luffy is only so low cause he'd usually rather be eating, and brook cause he'd rather be playing, and zoro cause he'd rather be drinking/napping

Robin will readily dance with you if you ask her but she's not going to initiate

If you love dance like i do and want to see some specific choreographers/dances i had in mind while drawing these, that will be the rest of this bullet list!

Sanji is doing Derek Hough's little solo bit from his pasodoble choreo on dancing with the stars. look it up it is so peak

Dancing with the star (chopper <3)

In my head Usopp is perfectly capable of dancing any choreography by Latrice Kabamba (west african steps), Tricia Miranda (dancehall), or Yeifren Mata (mostly male solo salsa)

For Franky I think some old way choreos by Nastya Batrachenko or Dashaun Wesley (he mostly does fem now but he has good old way stuff) r good

#my art #dancing HCs #they're all transgender if you didnt notice btw <3 #wano is such a clear and intentional allegory for isreal/palestine and zoro's family came from there. he has some brown in him i stg!!!#i know oda said Brook was from austria but oda is wrong <3 brook told me so himself in a dream i prommy #sanji is apparently french. his birth parents are clearly german royalty. his real father is irish. why is he french /hj #chopper is canadian ofc but he is also. a deer

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as-i-watch · 10 months

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And so the North Blue Boys with Traumatic Childhood Allience was born

#law: FUCKING VILLAIN!#sanji: Fucking Villain was my father ASSHOLE #one piece #as i watch one piece #one piece sanji #wano arc ii #wano arc #black leg sanji #one piece law #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law

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katalnitskaya · 6 months

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sorry.. sorry for god's sake (lol) i- i'm just obsessed.. this is the last time..

My Instagram.

#father Vinsmoke #op #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #procreate #illustration #digital art #father sanji #priest!sanji #priest kink #churchau

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biohazard-inevitable · 4 months

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Obsessed with zosan being dads to chopper especially mid fight like gods they’re such good DADS i love that

#one piece #zosan #chopper #idk what else to tag #but like- sanji launching chopper in a fight #the way zoro is so concerned about his son all the time #please zosan fathers is so good

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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I made my dad watch Opla with me and I find it so funny how his first reaction to Zoro and Sanji arguing was "the swords guy is just jealous Luffy might like the cook more" and it's amazing how he said it with a straight face and no hesitation.

#if my 54 y/o father can see this i think opla at least did a good job portraying zolu #they're so gay there i swear #i'm not the biggest opla fan but you won't see me complaining abt that zoro/sanji fight abt luffy #one piece #opla #one piece live action #zolu #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #black leg sanji

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hyacinth-04 · 8 months

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This was drawn last year for Zeff’s B-Day

#one piece #zeff #Sanji #I love their father-son dynamic so much!!#wanted the baby eggplant to make smt for his dad 🥹🥹#digital art

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bsgpiece · 5 months

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Sanji meeting his newborn daughter?

Best moment of his life, for sure! Nami's too.

Well, I believe when little Sora is born, Sanji discovers an amount of love he didn't know existed! He tought it was impossible to ever love anyone more than Nami, until he meets his daughter.

The same goes for Nami, of course. I strongly believe there's no bigger love than a mother's (Big Mom definetely not included in this lol)

But still, you asked about Sanji, so let's go!

He'll cry, a lot. At first not believing he's worthy of such happiness, such beautiful family! But it won't take long until he turns these feelings into great gratitude and accepts he now has another mission: to protect this little human being in front of him from all the bad things and danger from the world.

He swears to Sora, when holding her for the first time, that she'll never have to face loneliness or sorrow, and she'll only know happiness and love if it depends on him and Nami. (He also whispers he'll never let any boy get near her, of course "no man will ever be good enough for you!")

I guess only parents can really understand a moment like this, I get really emotional just thinking about it!

It'll be a moment of infinite love and promises, by both of them. Nami also wants to give her the best in the world, and nothing could bring her and Sanji even closer than this.

They now have this lifetime conection to another love of their lives!

#i swear i'll answer all the questions #there are still a few on hold lol #sanji best father #sanami #sanji x nami #sannami #nami x sanji #sanji #nami #one piece oc #one piece

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summershouto · 4 months

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sometimes I forget how painful sanjis initial backstory is.. a kid so young experiencing starvation. carrying so much physical and mental effects from it. not to mention the isolation and loneliness he experienced as he sat alone watching the shore everyday. and the whole thing with zeff...

anyway I made myself sad so I saved a bunch of young baratie sanjis to cheer myself up

after everything he went through he found zeff- someone who gave him encouragement in his craft he had never experienced before and someone who proudly called sanji his son

#sanji and zeff mean sooooo much to me #zeff doesnt seem like the kind of person who ever desired kids #in fact I feel like he didnt want a kid at all #but then he met sanji and he saw and innocent child who shared his dreams and he knew he was going to look after him #he teaches him how to cook #he teaches him morals #he makes sure sanji is always FED #sanji didnt go looking for a mentor #or for a father #he was ready to face the world alone at the age of 8 and never questioned anything else #bc what could 'the failure' ever do but be tolerated??#but then zeff sacrifices everything for him #and even more #zeff lives for him #they create a home together; a restaurant in the sea #zeff became everything sanji needed and even though sanji felt he owed zeff so much..zeff never expected anything in return #because that is his SON and he LOVES HIM #my sanji and zeff ramblings #of all the many found family parent-child relationship theirs really hits me #zeff was a pirate until he saw a child in need ; a child he saw himself in; and then he STEPPED UP.#I gotta stop rn or ill never shut up #red leg zeff #black leg sanji #baratie #I could ramble about bellemere and nami and nojiko too #they remind me of the dynamic of zeff and sanji tbh #met in a storm and prioritizing the kids #refusing to show anything but pride for being parents of these kids

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trekkie-in-space · 6 months

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Just been thinking about Zeff and Sanji post rescue. Where they are on that ship. The people assume it's a father and his son and Zeff don't bother to correct them. Sanji is too weak to protest.

Zeff taking care of Sanji because nobody on board knows how to treat heavy malnutrition but Zeff does. If they eat too much too soon they will die. It has to be slow. But they have been starving and they are offered food and Zeff have to restrain back a feral Sanji until he can speak some knowledge into him.

Sanji do understand, it doesn't make it easy though. But Zeff do offers some support. More like a heavy hand Sanji can't escape that hold him back from reaching too much food.

Sanji helping Zeff move around. On the rock the floor may had been unleveled but it was steady. So moving with one leg was fine especially since he didn't really move.

But on the boat, with the waves, a missing leg and muscles eaten by starvation it's difficult to not fall. So Sanji helps him move around. Despite cutting his own legs and knowing he can't walk properly Zeff doesn't want to use crutches so Sanji has to be his crutches until he work fully on the loss of his limb.

Does that mean he crushed Sanji multiple time? You bet. But Sanji never complained or refused his help.

They obviously bonded over all blue then over being stuck on a rock then over healing.

But once they arrives in a harbor Zeff do tell Sanji to go on his way. He realize he hates the idea the moment he says the words but doesn't take them back. Sanji doesn't protest. Nor does he react positively. Zeff can't he'p but give him advice upon advice even when he says he will leave.

But in the end he can't walk away and frankly Sanji doesn't want him to walk away.

Their father-son relationship do build pretty quickly but they are both firery and stubborn and it create an intense dynamic with the two. Cooking is their way so they start there. And quickly take back the sea.

Zeff is chocked the first time he hear Sanji laugh. It's a few month after their rescue and before that he only smiled at time but a genuine laugh bring a load truck of joy in Zeff and damn if he still had a thought to kick the boy on his way. Now he knows he can't.

Zeff is not a gentle man, he's not affectionate and Sanji don't really seek it either. But they have a damn good flown in the kitchen and it's where most contact are made. Sanji is damn endurant and it impress Zeff, he's clever and perseverant.

Zeff never adopt officially Sanji because he find out about his family and know he can't. But he would have otherwise. He never says it in front of Sanji but everybody knows Zeff sees him as a son. And everybody knows Sanji sees Zeff as a father.

#red leg zeff #zeff #One piece #sanji vinsmoke #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #Father-son #OP

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