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The famed Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro, Demon of the East Blue and future World's Greatest Swordsman is cleaning the East Blue of pirates one at a time. There is just one new bounty, Monkey D. Luffy, that seems to keep eluding him, but that won't stop him from saving the waiter from the Straw Hat Pirates, even if he has to chase them into the Grand Line.
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For hundreds of years, humans have hunted demons, driven by the belief that they are nothing but monsters. But when a human General meets a blue-eyed demon, he finds not a bloodthirsty beast, but a refined soul and a truth that changes his sword’s trajectory forever.
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Until Hangover Do Us Part by Bagatiba (orphan_account)
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
21 May 2026
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“You heard me,” Sanji said flatly. “You get the floor.”
Zoro scoffed. “It’s a king-size bed.”
“And I’m not sharing it with a stranger.”
“We’re married.”
“Temporarily.”
Zoro sat up, gesturing wildly. “I’m not sleeping on the carpet like a dog.”
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Sanji wakes up married to a complete bone-head.
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Bad brothers, worse father. Do you really expect a boy raised like that to have the confidence to communicate in a man's world?
A glimpse into the life of Sanji, who struggles with speech, from his childhood in challenging environments, through adulthood where he seeks to understand that he deserves what he has.
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I wanted to make a Sanji centric story with Zosan, but I ended up going somewhere else before that.
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He wasn’t born blind. Because of that, he could remember exactly what certain things looked like- could picture them clearly in his mind. The beautiful confusion of a crystal chandelier, the dark organic lines of polished wood, the center bright yellow of a flickering candle. Things his fingers would never be able to translate for him.
It meant that at 19, Sanji could navigate the world from a combination of memory and new sensory experiences. The scent and taste of paprika was that which he could still experience, while the red color remained lost to another time even if it was still, in fact, red. On good days if he opened his eyes and squinted for a long, long minute, he thought he could see the blur of that desert-sky spice through the white-blue tinge of glass, but maybe it was just his own imagination filling in blanks.
The lost color of paprika didn’t bother him. What bothered him was when people acted like this was some great loss on his part. He’d been pitied by enough customers when he was younger to fulfill a lifetime quota of pity, thank you very much. Granted, he’d walked into an awful lot of furniture in those days. At least now when he walked into furniture he did it in a really cool way.