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wano • 25 • she/they • 🔞 is tagged • mostly one piece • multiship but mostly zosan • writer • pfp by @yanghinataboke.bsky.social
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ahhh!!! they're so cute! 🥹💛
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i was like "oh that turned out amazing!" and then it CONTINUED! 🤩
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#zosan
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Zoro dancing will always steal my heart 😭 #zosan
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your chopper is SOOO cute!! 😭😭😭😭 💛💛
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YOU HAVE A ONE PIECE ACCOUNT NOWWW🥹🥹💛💛
thank you chlo!! it’s one of my favorites!! 🥹
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//fin
this is a thread that i pulled from twt before deactivating! it was written for day 5 of sanji week! ☺️ thanks for reading! 💛
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struggling to keep his own composure.
“Come here, Marimo.” Sanji laughs wetly, pulling away from Kunia slightly to make room for Zoro.
“I knew you could do it, kiddo,” he said, ruffling the girl’s hair before wrapping his arms around the both of them.
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The word alone was like a wrecking ball slamming into the concrete dam that was holding back all of Sanji’s emotions.
He hugged the girl tight and that was when he noticed his husband leaning against the wall with a soft smile on his face. His eyes were slightly glassy and he looked like he was
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He placed his hands on her cheeks and wiped away her tears with his thumbs.
He let out a shaky laugh and nodded before kissing the top of her head.
“Of course, I will.”
Arms wrapped around him tightly as the girl let out a shaky breath.
“Thank you, papa.”
/Papa./
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Sanji sucked in a sharp breath and his eyes stung with tears.
Half of the application had been filled out by Zoro, meaning that he was already on board with this.
“My dear, Kuina…” He breathed out, setting the papers down and rounding the counter to stand in front of the girl.
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grabbed the stack of papers that were in there. He pulled them out and his eyes widened at the bold lettering at the top.
“I know I’m not biologically your daughter and even now I’m just your step daughter, but I would be so incredibly happy if you would adopt me as your own.”
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You know I’d do anything for you and your father–”
“But you don’t /have/ to. You didn’t have to be there, but you were. I know I’m not biologically yours, but–” Kuina sniffled and slid the envelope over to Sanji, urging him to open it.
Sanji furrowed his brows and reached into the envelope and
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“You and dad got married three years ago and I just wanted to thank you for stepping up and being there for me… You know how hard it’s been since my mom left, but you were always there.”
Sanji’s face softened and he shook his head.
“My dear, you don’t have to thank me for that.
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-6 years later-
“Sanji! Can I talk to you about something?” Sanji looked up from where he was preparing dessert.
“Of course, Kuina. What is it?”
Kuina, now thirteen, sat at the island counter with a large blank envelope in her hands.
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towards him rather than his daughter.
“If you mean at a restaurant, no. That is the dream however. I’m Sanji.” The man smiles at him and shakes his outstretched hand.
“Zoro. And this is my seven year old daughter, Kuina.”
Kuina looks between the two and their hands and smiles with her mouth full.
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She says, picking up another bite and shoving it into the man’s face.
He gives Sanji a questionable look before relenting and taking a bite. He raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement.
“It is really good. Are you a cook?” Sanji feels his face heating up as the man’s attention was directed
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down in front of them.
“Wha–”
“Thank you for the food!” Sanji’s snapped out of his thoughts by Kuina’s thanks and he sees her take a big bite of the fried rice before her father can stop her. Her eyes light up and she smiles happily with the food in her mouth.
“It’s so good! Daddy, try some!”
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his own child one day.
Thoughts of playing catch and braiding hair filled his mind, followed by game nights at the kitchen table, surrounded by good food.
/I’d be able to teach them everything I know,/ he thinks, smiling as he mindlessly makes two plates for his uninvited guests and setting them
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“No! Daddy’s food is gross–”
“What? My food tastes just fine!”
“Nuh-uh!”
As amused, and confused, as Sanji was with the scene unfolding in front of him, he needed to take the pork buns out of the steamer and put in the next batch.
He worked quickly, thinking about what it would be like to have
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down the hall.
“She was perfectly fine. She just freaked me out with how trusting she is of strangers, is all. She just ran in when she saw what I was making and made herself at home.”
“That’s a relief. Again, I’m really sorry about this. We should be heading back–”
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I had my back turned for a second and you disappeared. I was worried about you,” he said before turning his attention to Sanji. “I’m sorry about this, she didn’t cause you any trouble, did she?”
Sanji blinked a few more times, recognizing that this man was indeed his new neighbor that moved in
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with the same skin complexion and hair color as the little girl.
“I followed the smell of the delicious food!” The man pursed his lips together and awkwardly walked into Sanji’s apartment to retrieve his daughter.
“Kuina, I thought I told you that you can’t just run up to anyone without me.
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“Kuina! Where did you run off to now?!” The girl’s posture straightened and her head snapped towards Sanji.
“Please teach my daddy how to cook, mister chef! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!”
“Kuina? What are you doing here?” Sanji turned his attention to the doorway and saw a man around his age
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“Where’s your mother? I bet she’s worried sick–”
“I don’t have a mom!” The girl yelled, frowning angrily at the cook.
“Okay… What about your dad? Grandparent? Legal guardian?”
The girl looked around sheepishly before looking at the open front door a few feet away.
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The girl watches in amazement as Sanji grabs the handle of his wok and flips every grain of rice with the expertise of a chef at a five star restaurant.
“Woah! That’s so cool!” She says, causing Sanji to smile proudly before remembering one tiny detail.
There was a mystery child in his apartment.
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The girl runs into Sanji’s apartment and stands on the stool across from the stove to watch the food.
“Hey! What are you doing? Where are your parents? Shouldn’t you be– Oh /shit/ the rice!” Sanji abandons the front door, not bothering to close it in case someone comes by looking for their child.
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“Hiya, mister! Something smells /really/ good and I was wondering what you were cooking!”
Sanji blinked a few times before the child stepped forward and peeked inside at the kitchen.
“Oh! Is that fried rice? I love fried rice! And pork buns too?!”
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/Maybe my upstairs neighbor accidentally got my mail again,/ he thinks, stepping back and unlocking the door before opening it.
Instead of being met with a package, Sanji is staring down at a small girl with honey toned skin and hair as green as moss.
/That hair looks familiar–/
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originally posted on 03/01/2024 for day 7 of sanji week!