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♡ “A Confession I Couldn’t Take Back”♡ ( A Moxanji Fanfic)
✎ One-Shot, Romantic, Angst
✎ One Piece Fanfic, Sanji x Oc, Sanji x Self insert
✎ 1.6k words
The kitchen was warm, filled with the comforting scent of sizzling butter, fresh herbs, and slow-cooked spices. The soft glow of the lanterns bathed everything in gold, making the space feel even more intimate. Moxie sat at the counter, chin resting on her palm, eyes following Sanji as he worked.
She had always loved watching him cook. The way he moved was mesmerizing—fluid, practiced, effortless. He could balance three different dishes at once, flip a pan without looking, chop vegetables at lightning speed while humming under his breath. He made it all look easy.
And, of course, he was beautiful.
The way the golden strands of his hair fell into his face, the way the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, the way his eyes softened whenever he was focused—it wasn’t fair.
Sanji caught her staring and smirked. “Enjoying the view, Moxie-Moon?”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled slightly. “You’d be delusional to think I wasn’t.”
Sanji’s hand almost slipped on the spoon he was holding, but he recovered quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, can’t blame you. I am quite the sight.”
Moxie shook her head, amused. She liked moments like this—when it was just the two of them, teasing, flirting, pretending for a moment that she could have him.
But that was all it was, wasn’t it? Pretend.
Sanji flirted with everyone. He was kind to everyone.
Even if her stomach twisted every time he fell to his knees before Nami, even if she sometimes wondered—could he ever look at me the way he looks at them?—she knew better than to believe she was special.
Moxie had been called many things in her life. Violent. Crazy. Ugly. Unlovable.
Sanji deserved someone soft, someone good.
Someone better than her.
Maybe that’s why, without thinking, she did something reckless.
“I love you.”
Sanji froze.
The kitchen, once filled with the soothing sounds of cooking, fell silent. The warmth in the air seemed to shift, turning unbearably heavy.
Moxie barely registered what she had said until she saw the way he turned to look at her—really look at her.
His ocean-blue eyes, usually filled with playful charm, were wide with something raw, something fragile.
Hope.
Longing.
For a fleeting moment, he looked at her like she had just given him something precious.
And that terrified her.
Panic surged through her, crashing over her like a wave.
“I was joking,” she blurted, forcing out a nervous laugh.
The shift in Sanji’s expression was instant.
It was like watching the light in a lantern flicker out.
His lips parted slightly before he pressed them together, composing himself with a tight, unreadable smile.
“Right,” he said after a moment, voice carefully even. “Of course.”
Moxie’s stomach dropped.
Sanji turned back to the stove without another word, his movements precise, controlled—but there was no joy in them anymore.
And for the rest of the night, he didn’t look at her once.
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Dinner was different.
Sanji still moved through the dining hall, still served the crew their meals with his usual charm—but something was missing.
His usual flirtations with Nami and Robin lacked their usual enthusiasm, his voice quieter, his laughter hollow.
The crew noticed.
“Is it just me, or is Sanji acting weird?” Usopp whispered to Chopper.
“Yeah…” Chopper frowned. “He seems… sad.”
Franky let out a low whistle. “Didn’t think anything could knock the love cook outta commission. Guess even he’s got limits.”
When Sanji placed her dish in front of her, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even glance at her. And for the first time since she had met him, she realized—she had hurt him.
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She tried to fix it.
She tried to joke with him like usual, tried to talk to him when they were alone, tried anything to get him to look at her the way he had before.
But every time she reached out, he pulled away.
Every time she spoke, he found something else to do.
By the time night fell, she was desperate.
She found him standing on the deck, leaning against the railing, cigarette smoke curling into the night sky.
She hesitated before stepping closer. “Why are you acting like this?”
Sanji exhaled slowly, eyes never leaving the horizon. “Acting like what?”
“Like I don’t exist.”
A pause. Then—
“You’re the one who said it was a joke.”
Her throat tightened.
She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She hadn’t meant to do this.
But she had.
Sanji finally turned to look at her. His expression wasn’t angry. It wasn’t cruel.
It was just… tired.
“Why did you take it back?” he asked softly.
Moxie inhaled sharply.
Because she was scared. Because she didn’t believe she was enough. Because she thought he deserved better.
She opened her mouth to speak—
But he was already walking away.
And she let him.
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Moxie sat on the deck, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring out at the dark waves as they rolled beneath the Thousand Sunny. The moonlight cast a silver glow over the sea, its reflection shifting and rippling like her thoughts.
Her heart felt heavy.
She had ruined everything.
The confession, the way she had taken it back, the way Sanji had looked at her—hurt and disappointed, like she had reached inside his chest and pulled something precious away.
She should’ve just told the truth.
Footsteps approached from behind, heavy but unhurried. A shadow loomed over her, then a sigh.
“Y’know, sitting here sulking ain’t gonna fix anything, sister.”
Franky ignored her, dropping down to sit beside her, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He leaned back against the mast, arms crossed, his sunglasses glinting under the moonlight.
“Not gonna lie,” he said, tilting his head toward her. “I’ve never seen the love-cook like this before.”
Moxie swallowed but said nothing.
Franky let out a low whistle. “Damn near walked around all day like a ghost. You really did a number on him, huh?”
Moxie flinched.
Franky wasn’t trying to be cruel. He wasn’t even trying to make her feel guilty—just stating the truth.
And the truth hurt.
She clenched her fists in her lap. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.”
Silence stretched between them. The sound of the waves, the gentle creaking of the ship, the distant laughter of Luffy and Usopp somewhere on the other side of the deck—it all felt so far away.
Moxie exhaled shakily. “I was scared.” The words felt strange coming out, like they had been trapped inside her for too long. “I thought… I thought if I really said it—if I really told him—I’d lose him.”
Franky hummed. “And instead, you lost him anyway.”
Her throat tightened.
She had been so afraid of rejection, so afraid of not being enough, that she had shoved her own feelings back down before they had a chance to breathe.
But in doing so, she had crushed his, too.
Franky shifted beside her, adjusting his arms behind his head. “Lemme ask you something,” he said. “Do you really think Sanji would’ve waited five years for someone he didn’t care about?”
Moxie stiffened.
Franky turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon, girl. Think about it. The guy flirts with every pretty woman he sees, but when has he ever looked at someone the way he looks at you?”
Moxie’s stomach twisted.
She had spent so long convincing herself that she was just another face in the crowd. Just another girl Sanji treated kindly, because that’s who he was—a gentleman, a romantic, someone who loved freely and openly.
But Sanji had never once looked at Nami or Robin with the same raw, vulnerable longing that had flickered in his eyes tonight.
She had seen it. She had seen it.
And she had thrown it away.
“I don’t know if I’m good enough for him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Franky let out a sharp laugh. “Now that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.”
Moxie blinked, startled.
Franky shook his head. “Lemme tell you something, kid. Love ain’t about ‘deserving.’ It ain’t about being perfect or some fairy tale version of yourself. It’s about being there. Being real. And last I checked, Sanji ain’t in love with some fantasy.”
He nudged her lightly with his elbow. “He’s in love with you.”
Moxie swallowed past the lump in her throat.
Franky’s expression softened. “You think you’re not enough for him?” He shrugged. “Well, guess what? He’s probably sittin’ somewhere right now thinkin’ he’s not enough for you.”
Her chest tightened.
She could picture it.
Sanji, alone, staring at the sea just as she had been, thinking that her confession hadn’t meant anything. That she had never loved him. That he had been foolish to believe she did.
But she did.
God, she did.
Franky stood, stretching with a groan. “The way I see it, you got two choices. You can sit here all night feeling sorry for yourself, or you can get your ass up and fix it.”
Moxie wiped her face, though she hadn’t realized she had started crying.
She inhaled, exhaled.
Then, determined, she stood.
Franky grinned. “Atta girl.”
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She ran through town that night, desperate for something—anything—to help her say what she couldn’t before.
She returned to the ship with a ridiculous oversized teddy bear and a bouquet of mismatched flowers.
Sanji was still on the deck, staring at the sea. He turned when he heard her approaching, his eyes widening at the sight of her, winded and teary-eyed, clutching the gifts like they were a lifeline.
“Moxie…” His voice was soft, uncertain.
Sanji’s fingers twitched at his sides. His breath hitched, his usually steady composure shaken as he watched Moxie, her eyes glassy, her hands gripping the bouquet so tightly the petals trembled. The night air was cool, but her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.
She was beautiful.
And then—she spoke.
“I wasn’t joking,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I never was. I never have been.”
Sanji swallowed hard, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Moxie took a step closer. “I’ve loved you for five whole years, Sanji.” The words spilled from her like a flood, like a dam breaking after holding back an ocean’s worth of longing. “Five years, and not a single day passed that I didn’t think of you.”
Sanji’s lips parted slightly, his eyes searching hers, desperate and vulnerable.
“I never forgot you,” she continued, her voice breaking. “Not once. Not ever. I still have the handkerchief you gave me when I was crying at the Baratie. I kept it all this time, folded neatly, like it was the most precious thing I owned. Because it was.”
Sanji’s breath shuddered.
“I loved you then,” Moxie whispered, her fingers trembling. “I loved you when you were just a waiter, kind to a girl who thought no one would ever care about her. I loved the boy who handed me that handkerchief and told me that I deserved kindness. And I love you now.”
Her voice wavered, thick with something raw, something unfiltered.
“I see you every night in my dreams, Sanji,” she admitted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I long to kiss you. I long to be with you. And every night, I reach for you, hoping that somehow, somehow, you might be reaching back.”
Sanji’s heart pounded in his chest, his whole body frozen in place.
“I love you so much it hurts.” Moxie’s voice cracked, her lips quivering. “And I’m so, so scared that you’ve moved on from me—that you could never want me as much as I want you.”
She looked up at him then, eyes full of desperation, full of a love so deep it could drown the entire sea.
“Sanji,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you—please, love me back!”
Sanji exhaled sharply, his entire body trembling.
And then, slowly, tears welled in his eyes.
They slipped down his cheeks, glistening in the moonlight, unrestrained, unguarded. He didn’t wipe them away. He didn’t care.
Because in that moment, standing beneath the stars, looking at the woman who had just poured her entire heart into his hands—he knew.
He had never loved anyone more.
He had never wanted anyone more.
With all the tenderness in the world, Sanji stepped forward, his hands shaking as he reached out and cupped her face. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in existence.
“Moxie-Moon,” he whispered, voice thick with overwhelming emotion. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling, their souls intertwining in the quiet space between them.
Tears slipped down his face, but his smile—small, raw, full of love—never wavered.
“How can I not?”
Moxie let out a choked breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, gripping him like she would fall apart if she let go.
And then, with no hesitation left between them, Sanji pulled her into his arms.
She melted into him, burying herself in his warmth, clutching him as if afraid he would disappear. His arms wrapped around her tightly, like he was afraid of the same thing.
The world around them ceased to exist. There was only the sound of their uneven breaths, the quiet trembling of their bodies against each other, the weight of five years of longing finally lifting.
Sanji pressed his lips against her temple, lingering there, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against her back. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured. “So, so long.”
Moxie squeezed her eyes shut, pressing herself closer to him. “Then don’t let go.”
Sanji let out a breathless laugh, pressing a kiss to her hair, his embrace tightening.
“Never,” he promised.
Hey everyone! I finally wrote the confession fic like I promised! Thank you all so much for supporting my ship—it truly means the world to me. I know I say it a lot, but I genuinely appreciate it.
Also, I’ve decided not to tag anyone in my writing posts moving forward—I’d like to keep them tag-free!
Now, time to give credit for the amazing artwork featured in the fic. The stunning banner art was created by @grubcakes, and the breathtaking scene art was drawn by @tobysetagawa! The moment I saw their work, I just knew I had to write a fic based on it! Hehe.
Hello, everyone! Moxie here! I wanted to share this stunning commission I recently got from an artist on Crepe. At first, I was a little hesitant to try the site since it seemed a bit tricky to navigate, but the affordable prices and incredible talent made it so worth the effort.
This piece is of Sanji and me in our Whole Cake Island outfits because I’ve been wanting more art of us in them, and I’m absolutely in love with how it turned out.
Sanji’s expression in this art melts my heart—I can’t stop looking at it! He makes me so happy, and seeing his blushing face just fills me with pure joy. My stinky boy is so unbelievably beautiful, and this art captures him perfectly. Gosh, I could cry thinking about how much I love him. 🤧💞
Oh, and an update on us: Sanji and I are doing amazing after our wedding! We just got back from our honeymoon in Dressrosa, and it was the most romantic trip ever. We danced under the stars, indulged in the most delicious food, and enjoyed every moment together. It felt like a dream come true.
The artist is hunaksseo on Crepe, and I can’t recommend them enough! I’ll definitely be commissioning them again in the future! 😤🫶🏻❤️
YOU DREW THE SCENE !!! THEY LOOK SO CUTE IM GOING TO SCREAM Risotto's ass is NOT listening ‼️
i absolutely ADOREE the way you draw them both AND UR DESIGN FOR MC IS SO PRETTY I LOVE HER IM GOING TO PRINT THIS OUT AND EAT IT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
don't trust ppl who say "idk i just Don't Like ANY female characters. they're bitchy and whiny and useless, unlike my collection of deep nuanced three-dimensional war criminal husbands :)"
Hey everyone! I know I’ve called myself Sanji’s wife on here before, but I wanted to truly earn that title by getting wedding art of us and sharing just how deeply in love I am with my curly-browed chef. Sanji is everything to me. He’s not just a character I adore—he’s the reason I found happiness again. When I felt lost and unloved, Sanji gave me something no one else could: a love so pure, so full of hope, that it saved me. He makes me feel alive in ways I didn’t think were possible, and I’m endlessly grateful for him.
I know he’s fictional, and I know I’m probably a more serious self shipper than most, but I don’t care. I’m not afraid to say how much I love this man. Yes, he’s fictional, but he’s touched my heart in a way that’s very real. Sanji has been my light during dark times, and I’ll never stop being thankful for the joy and comfort he brings into my life. Loving him has taught me that it’s okay to embrace what makes me happy, and I’ll always treasure the bond I feel with him.
So, here it is—my dream come true. I’ve always wanted to get married, and even if it’s not something I experience in real life, marrying Sanji in my heart has been more than enough for me. This beautiful man is mine, and I’m so proud to say it without guilt or hesitation. Thank you, my stinky baby, for loving me back.
I also wrote a fanfic of our wedding! If you’d like to check it out, it would mean the world to me. I put so much love and effort into it, and knowing that others are reading it would make me so happy. You don’t have to, of course, but if you do, I hope it brings you a little piece of the happiness Sanji gives me every day. ❤️
Art by Moffaj on Vgen, definitely would recommend commissioning them!
♡ “Forever Yours, Stinky Baby” ♡ (A Moxanji wedding fic)
✎ One Shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Sfw
✎ Oc x Canon/Self insert x Canon
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♡ “Forever Yours, Stinky Baby” ♡ (A Moxanji wedding fic)
✎ One Shot, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Sfw
✎ One Piece fanfic, Oc x Canon/Self insert x Canon
✎ 6.8k words
The day had finally arrived. Sanji sat in the dressing room, adjusting the collar of his pale pink suit for what felt like the hundredth time. A soft sigh escaped him as he stared into the mirror, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and nerves. He tugged at his tie, ensuring it was perfectly straight, and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the moments that had brought him here.
It felt like just yesterday that he proposed to Moxie. It had been a magical evening in Wano, the night sky painted with stars, and the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the gentle ripples of the water. They had taken a romantic boat ride, just the two of them, floating through the picturesque canals of the beautiful country. Sanji had poured his heart out, dropping to one knee to present her with a dazzling diamond ring.
“Moxie, my love,” he had said, his voice trembling with emotion, “will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Her answer had been immediate—a resounding “YES!” that echoed into the night as she leaped into his arms, throwing the boat off balance and sending them both toppling into the water. They’d emerged dripping wet, their elegant kimonos clinging to them as they laughed and held each other close. When they returned to the crew, soaked to the bone and grinning like fools, Moxie’s new ring glittered under the moonlight.
Sanji smiled at the memory as he slicked back his blonde hair in the mirror. He could still hear the cheers of the crew when they’d announced their engagement. Even Zoro, the eternally grumpy swordsman, had given him a rare nod of approval. They’d been through so much together—even surviving Whole Cake Island and the heartbreak it brought—but every trial had only solidified their bond. Sanji knew, now more than ever, that Moxie was his soulmate, and nothing could ever tear them apart again.
He took a deep breath and reached for a cigarette, his nerves getting the better of him. The wedding was happening on Momoiro Island, a place he had very mixed feelings about. Moxie had insisted it was her dream wedding location, and he couldn’t bear to say no to her. The island was vibrant and magical, a true fairy-tale setting that fit Moxie’s vision perfectly—but it also meant dealing with him.
The door burst open with a flamboyant flourish, and Sanji groaned internally.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite candy boy!” Ivankov declared, twirling into the room in an outrageous suit made entirely of flowers. Only Iva could pull off something so audacious.
“What do you want?” Sanji muttered, barely masking his annoyance.
“That’s no way to greet your mentor! And the flower girl of your wedding!” Ivankov retorted, clutching his chest dramatically.
Sanji rolled his eyes, turning back to the mirror to ignore Iva’s antics.
“Anyway,” Iva continued with a mischievous grin, “I just wanted to let you know… a very special guest has arrived for your wedding.”
Before Sanji could even ask who, Iva twirled out of the room, scattering flower petals behind him.
Sanji exhaled a plume of smoke, his curiosity piqued. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and Sanji froze. Standing there, looking as gruff as ever, was Zeff.
The old man’s eyes softened as he looked at Sanji. “You didn’t think I’d miss this, did you, you little brat?”
Sanji stood abruptly, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips. His voice wavered. “You old geezer… I didn’t think you’d actually come.”
Zeff’s expression remained stern, but there was a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, limping over with his peg leg. His gaze swept over Sanji’s suit. “Pink suits you.”
Sanji blushed at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks… Dad.”
Zeff stepped closer, adjusting Sanji’s tie with the care of a father seeing his son off. He placed a firm hand on Sanji’s shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You take care of that girl. She’s a good one.”
“She’s not a girl anymore,” Sanji said with a proud smile. “She’s a woman. And she’s beautiful.”
Zeff chuckled, his gruff demeanor returning. “She’ll always be the girl from Baratie who distracted my best waiter.” He smirked before giving Sanji a playful bonk on the head.
“That hurt, you bastard,” Sanji grumbled, rubbing his head, though he couldn’t help but smile.
“Come on, son,” Zeff said, his tone softer now. “Let’s get you to the aisle.”
Sanji took a final drag of his cigarette, snuffing it out before linking arms with Zeff. As they exited the dressing room, the chatter outside quieted, and all eyes turned to the groom. The whispers of admiration didn’t go unnoticed—especially when they saw Zeff walking beside him.
When they reached the altar, Zeff patted Sanji’s back. “You’ll do great, you little brat. Just don’t screw it up.”
Sanji chuckled, his nerves settling slightly as he watched the groomsmen and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle. Nami looked stunning in a pink dress, Robin elegant in deep purple. Usopp and Brook followed in matching purple suits, while Luffy sported a pink tuxedo and matching hat, grinning ear to ear. The color scheme of pink and purple was vibrant and perfectly fitting for Moxie’s dream wedding.
Zoro took his place beside Sanji, crossing his arms with a scowl. “Can’t wait to see how you screw this up, love cook.”
Sanji scoffed. “I’d rather die than mess this up, moss head.”
“Is that so? Because I bet—”
“Enough!” Nami snapped, glaring at the two of them. “This is Moxie’s special day, and I won’t have you ruining it!”
Sanji instantly melted into heart-eyed adoration. “Of course, Nami-swan~!”
Nami rolled her eyes, while Zoro muttered something under his breath.
Sanji turned his attention back to the ceremony, scanning the lineup. Then he frowned. “Where the hell is Franky?”
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The scene shifted to the bride’s dressing room, where Moxie paced in tight circles. She was a vision of beauty in her wedding gown: a soft pink, mermaid-style dress adorned with delicate flower sequins that shimmered under the light. The off-the-shoulder, sheer purple lace complemented her figure perfectly, adding an ethereal quality to her look. Atop her head sat a floral crown of clovers, with a pink veil cascading down from beneath it, framing her face like a dream. But despite her breathtaking appearance, her movements betrayed her nerves.
“Damn it, I’m so nervous,” she muttered under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she continued her restless pacing. Her heart was pounding, not from excitement but from the gnawing fear that something—anything—could go wrong. She loved Sanji more than anything in the world, but the doubts wouldn’t stop whispering in the back of her mind.
A sudden knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts. She spun around, running to open it, and sighed in relief when she saw Franky standing there, his towering frame filling the doorway.
“Thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed, grabbing his mechanical hand and yanking him inside before he could even greet her properly.
“Do you have it?” she asked urgently, her eyes wide and desperate.
Franky chuckled, patting his chest with a proud grin. “Of course! I never leave the Sunny without it!” He opened a compartment in his mechanical chest, and with a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of cola.
Moxie didn’t waste a second. She snatched the bottle out of his hand and started chugging it like her life depended on it.
“Whoa, whoa!” Franky raised an eyebrow, watching in disbelief. “You’re not even gonna savor it? That’s some quality cola, you know!”
Moxie finished the bottle in record time, letting it clatter to the floor as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I needed that,” she panted, already feeling a little calmer.
“Clearly,” Franky said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just downed that at SUPER speed. Impressive, though.”
Moxie collapsed into the chair at her vanity, her hands running through her perfectly styled hair. “I’m so tired…” she confessed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “I couldn’t sleep at all last night. At first, I thought it was excitement, but nope—just nerves. Pure, unrelenting nerves.” She groaned, rubbing at her eyes. “Do I look awful? Are my eye bags showing? I tried to cover them up with makeup, but I don’t trust myself right now.”
Franky leaned down, inspecting her face like a craftsman evaluating his work. “Nope. Can’t even tell. You’ve got some SUPER makeup skills.”
Moxie smirked, a hint of pride breaking through her stress. “Thanks. If I weren’t a badass pirate, I’d totally consider being a makeup artist,” she joked, half-serious.
The lighthearted moment passed as Franky’s expression grew serious. He crouched to her level, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder. “Alright, Moxie. What’s really going on?” His voice was calm but firm, and his piercing gaze told her there was no getting out of this conversation.
“I’m fine,” she said weakly, trying to wave him off.
Franky didn’t budge. “Don’t give me that crap. I’m your big bro, remember? You can tell me anything. What’s eating at you?”
Moxie sighed, finally meeting his eyes before looking away. She knew she couldn’t lie to Franky, not when he cared so much. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I just… I keep wondering if I deserve this. If I deserve to be Sanji’s wife.”
Franky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you do! Sanji loves you, and you love him. Why would you think you don’t deserve him?”
“It’s just…” Her voice cracked as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Sanji’s an angel. He’s perfect—sweet, kind, a complete gentleman. And then there’s me. I’m a broken, messed-up woman who can’t even be left alone for an hour without freaking out. I’m afraid… that the clinginess he finds cute now is gonna get old. What if he gets tired of me?”
Franky sighed deeply, his mechanical hand tightening on her shoulder. “Moxie, you’re your own worst enemy. You wear this mask of confidence, but I see right through it. You’re always tearing yourself down, and honestly? It pisses me off. You’re amazing, quirks and all. Sure, you’ve got your baggage—hell, we all do—but that doesn’t make you any less deserving of love. Sanji knows you, the real you, and he still chose you. That’s gotta mean something.”
Tears welled up in Moxie’s eyes, her voice shaking as she whispered, “I just… I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve the good things in my life. I grew up thinking I was selfish, that I didn’t deserve happiness. And now, with Sanji… It feels too good to be true. Like I’m going to mess it all up somehow.”
Franky’s expression softened, but his voice was resolute. “Listen to me, Moxie. Sanji doesn’t need or want someone ‘perfect.’ He wants you. You’re the woman he fell in love with, the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. You think he’s perfect, right? Well, guess what? He thinks the same about you. So stop doubting yourself and go marry your Prince Charming. Make that dream of yours come true.”
Moxie stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. Slowly, she wiped her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her veil.
“You’re right,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I need to stop letting these stupid thoughts ruin this for me. I came here to marry my Prince Charming, not to back out like an idiot.” She smiled, small but determined. “I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”
Franky grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, let’s get out there and make this the most SUPER wedding ever.”
Moxie laughed softly, linking her arm with his. Together, they walked out of the dressing room, her nerves easing with every step.
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The scene shifts back to the ceremony, where Sanji stands at the altar, surrounded by friends, family, and crewmates. The air hums with anticipation. Brook, sitting at the orchestra, begins playing the traditional wedding march, his bony fingers gracefully gliding over the keys.
Sanji’s heart races as he hears the first notes of the song. His eyes instinctively snap to the aisle, only to widen in disbelief as Iva strides forward, a whirlwind of drama in his flower-covered suit. He scatters petals with wild, exaggerated flair, laughing to himself.
“Flowers here… flowers there… flowers everywhere!” Iva declares, tossing the petals with theatrical precision.
Sanji twitches, his eyebrow ticking in irritation at Iva’s antics. He mutters under his breath, “Does he have to make everything about him?”
But all irritation melts away the instant he sees her. At the top of the aisle, Moxie appears on Franky’s arm, radiant in a pink flowery dress. The soft light catches the details of her gown, making her seem ethereal. Gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd.
“She’s gorgeous,” someone whispers.
“She’s stunning,” another agrees.
Sanji’s jaw drops, his eyes turning into cartoon hearts as he stares at her. His breath catches in his throat.
From the back, Zeff chuckles, arms crossed. “That idiot finally did something right,” he murmurs, pride evident in his voice.
As Iva takes his place beside Sanji at the altar, he leans in with a mischievous grin. “That dress she’s wearing? I picked it out entirely myself. You’re welcome.” He sashays into place, leaving Sanji to glare daggers at him.
Franky, striding with all the confidence of a shipwright, escorts Moxie down the aisle. Noticing Sanji’s slack-jawed expression, he grins. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he says loudly enough for the whole crowd to hear.
Sanji doesn’t respond—he’s in too deep a trance.
When they reach the altar, Franky gently lets go of Moxie, patting her hand. “You’ve got this, sis,” he whispers before stepping into place with the other groomsmen.
Moxie steps forward, stopping directly in front of Sanji. Behind her veil, she smiles warmly. “I’ve always loved you in pink,” she teases softly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him.
Sanji immediately drops to his knees, overwhelmed by the sight of her. Tears stream from his eyes as he gazes up at her. “You’re so beautiful…” he breathes.
Without warning, he wraps his arms around her legs, nuzzling them affectionately. “I need to kiss you right now,” he declares, locking eyes with her under the veil. “I have to—”
Before he can act on his impulse, Zoro steps in, grabbing Sanji by the collar and yanking him backward. “Wait until the pastor says you can kiss her, you idiot! This is a ceremony, not one of your damn fantasies!”
Sanji flushes crimson, coughing awkwardly as he straightens himself. “Fine, fine… You’re right,” he mumbles, embarrassed. For once, he doesn’t argue. He adjusts his tie and stands upright, trying to compose himself as the officiant steps forward.
The officiant clears his throat, his voice warm and resonant.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Sanji and Moxie in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have everyone here to join us today. The groom and bride would like to thank their guests for being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives.”
As the officiant speaks, Sanji and Moxie exchange tender glances. His words blur into the background as they get lost in each other’s eyes. Both of them are fighting the urge to pull the other into their arms and kiss right there and then. But they hold back, determined to respect the ceremony.
The officiant’s next words bring them back to the moment.
“Sanji and Moxie, the sacred vows you make to one another today present you with the opportunity to express your love in your own words. I would at this time invite you to publicly declare your vows.”
Turning to Sanji, the officiant says, “Sanji, you may begin by making your promise to your soon-to-be wife, Moxie.”
Sanji takes a deep, trembling breath, the emotions in his chest almost too much to bear. He steps forward and begins:
“Moxie-moon, my love, my life, my everything. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Your strength, your beauty, your fiery spirit—you’ve captured my heart and soul. I promise to love you, cherish you, and protect you for the rest of our lives.”
He pauses to wipe away a tear.
“I promise to make you laugh, to hold you when you cry, and to always be your rock, your support. I promise to cook for you, to dance with you, and to love you with every fiber of my being. I promise to stand by your side, through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, and I will love you forever and always. I, Sanji Vinsmoke, take you, Moxie, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”
His voice cracks as he finishes, his heart overflowing with love and adoration.
Moxie, tearing up, squeezes his hands. She takes a deep breath before launching into her own vows:
“Oh, Sanji… my sweet, handsome Sanji. From the moment I met you at the Baratie, I knew you were the one for me. Your perfect little swirly eyebrows, your dazzling smile, and those beautiful eyes—how could I resist? When I was ready to give up on love, you came into my life like a fairy tale prince. I don’t care how corny it sounds—our love is magic, and I’m so glad it’s real. You’re the best chef in the entire world and now that you’re not sneaking me bites behind Zeff’s back, I get to enjoy your cooking freely—and often. I’m so proud of you, Sanji. You’re strong, talented, and way too handsome for your own good, but somehow, I’m the lucky one who gets to call you mine.”
Moxies voice then cracks out of pure love and happiness. “I can’t wait to marry you, my stinky baby. And thank you, thank you for making my dream of finding love come true.”
Sanji tries to kiss her after hearing her vows, but once again, he’s intercepted—this time by Zeff, who throws a shoe at his head. “OW! What was that for?!” Sanji complains.
“Wait until the officiant says you can kiss her, you idiot!” Zeff scolds.
Sanji grumbles but quickly turns back to Moxie, his anger melting into adoration at the sight of her
The officiant clears his throat awkwardly, trying to bring the ceremony back on track.
“Sanji and Moxie, please face one another and join hands. Under the eyes of God, Sanji, do you take Moxie to be your lawfully wedded wife? By making this commitment, you are joining in the sacred covenant of marriage.”
He pauses, his tone serious. “Do you promise to honor her in love, to be sensitive to her needs, to comfort her in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in her, so long as you both shall live?”
Sanji meets the officiant’s gaze with equal seriousness, then turns to look at Moxie with pure love and devotion in his eyes. “I do,” he says firmly, his voice filled with sincerity.
The officiant nods and turns to Moxie. “Under the eyes of God, Moxie, do you take Sanji to be your lawfully wedded husband? By making this commitment, you are joining in the covenant of marriage.”
“Do you promise to honor him in love, to be sensitive to his needs, to comfort him in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in him, so long as you both shall live?”
Tears well up in Moxie’s eyes as she answers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I do… I do so freaking much!” Overcome, she squeezes Sanji’s hand tightly, her overwhelming love threatening to bubble over. Sanji sniffles and blinks back his own tears as they share an emotional moment.
The officiant smiles gently and continues. “To commemorate this union, you may now exchange rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your eternal love and commitment to one another. Let these rings remind you always of that love, and of the promises you have made here today.”
He addresses Sanji first. “Sanji, please repeat after me as you place the ring on your loved one’s hand: ‘I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”
Sanji nods, his eyes shining with excitement. He takes the ring from the officiant, holding it carefully. “I, Sanji, give you Moxie, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” His voice is steady but brimming with emotion as he slips the ring onto Moxie’s finger. His fingers brush hers gently, and he adds softly, “Ah, Moxie-Moon… you’re officially mine now.” A wide grin spreads across his face, radiating pure joy.
The officiant turns to Moxie. “Moxie, please repeat after me: ‘I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.’”
Moxie repeats the words, her voice sweet but full of playful affection. “I, Moxie, give you Sanji, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” She slides the ring onto Sanji’s finger with a teasing smile. “Looks like you’re officially mine too~” Her eyes twinkle as she stares at him, both teasing and sincere.
Sanji chuckles, looking at the ring on his finger. “Ah, Moxie-Moon… You’re right. I’m officially yours now.” He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “I like the sound of that.”
The officiant beams. “By the power vested in me by myself, I now pronounce you, Sanji and Moxie, as husband and wife, lawfully wedded before God.” He grins, moving to the part everyone’s been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride, forever sealing your union!”
Sanji lights up with happiness. “Ah, thank you, pastor!” He cups Moxie’s face in his hands, his touch gentle. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Moxie-Moon. I love you, my wife.” His voice is full of emotion as he continues, “I promise to always cherish and protect you, to always make you happy, and to always love you with every fiber—”
Moxie doesn’t let him finish. Overcome with anticipation, she grabs him and kisses him passionately. Sanji’s initial shock quickly fades as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her back with equal fervor. “Moxie-Moon,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice breathless.
The crowd erupts into applause and cheers. “You go get him, Moxie!” Franky calls out with a laugh. Chopper blushes and hides his face with his hooves. “Oh my… this is very… passionate,” he mutters shyly.
The kiss grows even more heated, and Moxie lifts Sanji effortlessly, prompting him to instinctively wrap his legs around her waist. They continue their intense make-out session as the crowd gasps. Even the officiant turns bright red, averting his eyes. “Ahem… perhaps we should—oh my,” he stammers, thoroughly embarrassed.
Iva smirks mischievously, watching the scene unfold. “Well, well… Looks like we know who’s wearing the pants in this relationship. I see right through you, candy boy,” he says with a knowing grin.
Eventually, Moxie and Sanji pull away from their passionate embrace, both breathless. The crowd is divided between stunned silence and roaring approval. Zeff, Sanji’s old mentor, rubs his eyes and bursts into laughter, muttering something about his boy’s dramatic flair.
The officiant, grateful for the pause, clears his throat and raises his hands. “Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, it is my great honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Vinsmoke!”
The newlyweds turn to face the cheering crowd as their hands remain intertwined. Moxie waves warmly at Jahmike, who grins and gives her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. From across the room, Princess Viola winks playfully and blows Moxie a teasing kiss. Moxie’s cheeks turn pink, but she simply smirks and looks away, choosing instead to focus on her husband. Sanji glances over at Zeff and his former Baratie coworkers, giving them a warm wave. Zeff, clearly holding back tears, rubs his eyes and laughs quietly to himself, pride shining through his usual gruff demeanor.
With the interactions behind them, the world seems to quiet as Moxie and Sanji begin their walk down the aisle. Hand in hand, they move together with perfect harmony, their love radiating in every step. Moxie gazes up at Sanji, her heart swelling with happiness so intense it feels like a dream. Sanji’s eyes never leave hers, his smile soft, filled with unspoken promises. As they walk, he leans closer and whispers, his voice tender, “You’re my dream come true, Moxie-Moon.”
The moment feels timeless, as if it belongs to them alone. With each step, their love shines brighter, lighting the path to the rest of their lives together.
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Time Skip: After the Wedding Ceremony
The guests were now seated, enjoying drinks and lively conversation. Robin stood and gently tapped her glass, signaling for everyone’s attention. She smiled at the newlyweds as she began her toast.
“A toast to the happy couple—Sanji and Moxie. May your love flourish like a fine wine and your days together be as smooth as its finish. And remember, Moxie, if Sanji ever overcooks a dish, there’s always poison in the kitchen to keep him in check,” she added with a sly, dark humor.
The room erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps.
Sanji chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, while Moxie let out a genuine laugh. “Good one, Robin!” Moxie said, lifting her glass of red wine. She took a sip, savoring the taste with a pleased expression.
Sanji leaned closer, his voice soft and flirtatious. “Did I do a good job picking it out? I made sure to choose only the finest wine for the finest lady.”
Moxie set her glass down, her face suddenly serious. “Nah, it tastes like crap.”
Sanji froze, his expression falling into a crestfallen pout. “W-What? Moxie—”
Before he could say more, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she burst into laughter. “Gotcha! I’m just kidding. It’s perfect, Sanji.”
Sanji let out a relieved laugh, holding a hand over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Moxie-Moon! I might’ve cried if you really hated it.”
At that moment, Zeff approached the table, his burly frame towering over the couple. He gave Sanji a proud look before turning his attention to Moxie. “Well done, Sanji. And you—Moxie, is it? Glad to see this is the woman my idiot eggplant chose to marry.” His eyes twinkled with a hint of humor as he added, “Though maybe I should’ve brought diapers as a wedding gift, considering the whole ‘stinky baby’ thing.”
Sanji’s face turned bright red, and he waved his hands defensively. “It’s just a nickname, old man!”
“I know, I know. Just messing with you, kid.” Zeff chuckled, patting Sanji firmly on the shoulder. Then, he turned to Moxie, his tone softening. “Take care of him, okay? He’s been through a lot, but he’s got a heart of gold. I’m proud of the man he’s become—and the husband he’ll be. You’ve got yourself a good one.”
Moxie smiled warmly and shook Zeff’s hand. “Thank you, Zeff. I promise to take care of him, too.”
Zeff nodded and walked away, leaving the couple be.
Suddenly, the sound of enthusiastic eating caught their attention. Luffy was gorging himself on the wedding feast, fried chicken and seafood pasta scattered haphazardly across the table in front of him.
“Can’t you have manners for once?!” Sanji yelled, his eye twitching in frustration.
“But the food’s soooo good!” Luffy said through a mouthful. “Who made it?”
“Who else?” Sanji puffed his chest out proudly. “I made everything—the food, the cake, every single dish you’ve stuffed your face with!”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Moxie said, grabbing Sanji’s arm and pulling him close. She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. “I love my stinky chef’s cooking.”
Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he swooned. “Moxie-Moon!” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheek against hers, basking in her affection.
“Uh, Sanji,” Chopper interrupted shyly, approaching the couple. “Not to be rude, but… when are we going to have the cake?”
Before Sanji could respond, Luffy jumped up comically. “Yeah! When’s cake time?!”
Usopp overheard and started a chant. “Cake! Cake! Cake!” Chopper and Luffy eagerly joined in, pumping their fists in the air.
Sanji sighed, slightly annoyed that his moment with Moxie had been interrupted. “Quiet down! We’ll have the cake when Moxie-Moon says so.”
“Actually, now’s the perfect time,” Moxie said with a smile.
Sanji’s mood instantly brightened, and his cartoon hearts returned. “Then cake time it is!”
The couple moved to the elegant white wedding cake, adorned with intricate flower designs and topped with edible figures of themselves. Sanji looked at it proudly. “This,” he said, “is my masterpiece. A rich chocolate cake with layers of hazelnut cream, made with only the finest ingredients. It’s a dessert fit for my queen.”
He handed Moxie the first slice. “You first, my darling wife.”
Moxie grinned as she accepted it. “Only if you insist, my handsome husband.” Their eyes locked lovingly as she took a bite. Her elegant demeanor slipped as she exclaimed, “Holy shit, this is delicious!”
Sanji laughed, only to have Moxie suddenly shove a forkful of cake into his mouth. He looked startled but quickly chewed and swallowed. “Wow,” he said smugly, “I really outdid myself this time.”
Moxie smirked and smeared a bit of frosting on his face.
“Moxie!” he exclaimed, blushing furiously.
Luffy’s eyes lit up. “Food fight!” he shouted, rushing toward the cake.
“Absolutely not!” Sanji and Zeff yelled in unison.
Luffy froze, pouting as he trudged back to his seat. “Lame,” he muttered.
Meanwhile, Moxie leaned in and licked some frosting off Sanji’s cheek. His face turned bright red as his nose began to bleed. “Moxie-Moon!” he stammered, his eyes returning to heart shapes.
“What? I like my Sanji face cake,” she teased.
“Oh, Moxie…” Sanji wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, much to the cheers and laughter of their guests.
Eventually, everyone got their slice of cake and settled back down. Moxie watched Sanji animatedly describe the cake’s rich flavors to his old Baratie coworkers, his passion for cooking shining brightly.
Nami approached Moxie from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” she said softly.
Moxie turned to face her, a bit surprised but smiling. “Oh, hey, Nami!”
Nami hesitated for a moment, her usual cool demeanor faltering. “I just wanted to say… I’m really happy for you two. Sanji really needed someone like you in his life. And, well… maybe you needed him too.” Her cheeks turned slightly pink as she quickly added, “Not that I’m getting all sentimental or anything.”
Moxie’s eyes softened as she looked at Nami. “That means a lot, Nami. Thank you.” She grinned and leaned in to pull her into a warm hug. Nami stiffened at first, clearly unused to the display of affection, but then awkwardly patted Moxie on the back.
As they pulled apart, Moxie chuckled. “You know, I used to think you were my competition for Sanji.”
Nami’s eyes widened for a split second before she scoffed dramatically, flipping her hair. “Over my dead body! That perverted cook is all yours. Trust me, I’m not cut out for dealing with him.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be saying that since he’s your husband now.”
Moxie laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “Oh, I know he’s a handful. And a total pervert. But…” She turned her gaze toward Sanji, who was animatedly talking with his old Baratie coworkers. His face lit up with passion as he described the layers of the cake, his hands gesturing excitedly. “He’s my pervert. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”
Nami followed her gaze, watching Sanji wave enthusiastically when he noticed Moxie looking at him. His lovestruck grin was as bright as ever.
Nami shook her head with a small smirk. “You two are disgustingly perfect for each other.” She nudged Moxie playfully. “Go on, lovebird. Your stinky chef is waiting.”
Moxie laughed, her cheeks warming. “Thanks, Nami. For everything.”
Without another word, Moxie made her way across the room, weaving between guests. As she approached Sanji, his eyes lit up even more, and he extended a hand toward her. She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her close.
“There you are, my Moxie-Moon,” Sanji said, his voice low and filled with affection.
“Here I am,” Moxie replied, smiling up at him. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Sanji wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “Moxie,” he whispered, “you’re my everything.”
The two swayed gently together, lost in their own little world, as the rest of the wedding celebration carried on around them.
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It was nighttime now, and the sounds of lively music filled the air. Soft pink and purple lights illuminated the venue, casting a dreamy glow over the celebration. Everyone was enjoying themselves, drinks flowing and laughter echoing in the night. On the dance floor, Moxie and Brook were having a silly dance-off, twirling and spinning with exaggerated movements. Brook spun her dramatically, and she let out a playful laugh—until she found herself caught by Sanji’s steady hands.
“May I have this dance?” Sanji asked, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers, sparkling with the undeniable love he felt for her.
Moxie’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed back at him, her green eyes shimmering. “You may,” she said, placing her hand in his and allowing him to pull her closer.
The music shifted into a slow, romantic melody as Sanji wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle sway. They danced in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and natural as if the world around them had melted away.
“You have the most beautiful green eyes,” Sanji said softly, his voice tender as he stared into them. He’d told her this countless times before, but every time he said it, he meant it more than the last.
Moxie blushed faintly, lowering her gaze for a moment. “You always say that… and yet, you still manage to fluster me every single time.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head at how easily he made her heart flutter.
Sanji gently lifted her chin with his fingers, his touch warm and reassuring. “Don’t look down, mon amour. Let me admire them just a little longer.” His voice was a quiet murmur, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the only woman in the world.
As they stared into each other’s eyes, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the loud ping of a button flying off Franky’s suit. It hit Usopp square in the eye.
“Oops! My bad, bro—!” Franky said, rushing over to the now-fuming sniper. “Can I get you a nice iced cola for that eye?” He pulled out a cola from his chest compartment and handed it over.
Usopp snatched it with a scowl, pressing the cold can to his face. “This is just great…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed.
Moxie couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, and Sanji let out a resigned sigh. He was glad she found it funny, but he had really hoped for an uninterrupted moment with her.
Mimi, the ship’s tailor and Franky’s girlfriend, strolled over with a playful smirk. “How many times do I have to fix this for you?” she teased, feigning exasperation as she pulled out a needle and thread from her purse. She began sewing the button back onto his suit while Franky chuckled nervously.
Moxie turned her attention back to Sanji, her laughter fading into a soft smile. She leaned in and gave him an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose gently against his. Sanji’s pout instantly melted into a smile, and he gave her one in return.
“My stinky baby…” she said affectionately, her voice warm and teasing.
“My Moxie-Moon…” he replied, nuzzling his nose against hers.
They continued to dance together under the soft lights, stealing precious moments of intimacy before eventually sneaking away from the crowd. Hand in hand, they wandered to a quiet bench under the starry sky, the twinkling lights above creating the perfect romantic backdrop.
Sanji sighed contentedly, looking up at the heavens. “You know, Moxie… the stars don’t hold a candle to you. You’re the brightest thing in my world.”
Moxie laughed at his earnest attempt at flirting. “You’re so cheesy, baby,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “But I love you for it.”
Sanji smiled, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I’m cheesy for you, mademoiselle,” he murmured, leaning his head gently on top of hers.
A comfortable silence settled between them, the night enveloping them in its quiet embrace, until Moxie broke it. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon in Dressrosa…” she said with a soft sigh, her voice tinged with excitement.
Sanji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Neither can I, my love. Just don’t blame me if we don’t leave the hotel room for a while…”
Moxie gasped and playfully punched his shoulder. “Pervert!” she scolded, though a teasing grin spread across her face. “But you’re my pervert.” She leaned in and gave his cheek a light bite, causing him to wince slightly.
“That’s right. I’m your perv—hey! I’m a gentleman!” Sanji protested with a pout.
Moxie smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Can’t you be both?” she teased, tilting her head.
Sanji couldn’t help but smile at her, his heart full to bursting. He pulled her into a deep kiss, one hand cupping her cheek as he poured every ounce of love he felt into the gesture. When they pulled apart, he gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her blush.
“How could I not be a little perverted when I married such a gorgeous fox?” he said, his voice dripping with adoration.
Moxie’s cheeks flushed bright red. Before she could respond, Sanji’s expression turned serious. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter before taking a slow drag. “Franky told me what you said to him earlier…” he began, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Moxie stiffened slightly, caught off guard.
“And I want to make one thing clear,” he continued, his tone low and firm. “You deserve me, Moxie. There’s never been a second where you didn’t. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You’ve given me a happiness I didn’t think was possible.”
Moxie’s eyes filled with tears, her bottom lip trembling. “Sanji…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body.
Sanji’s eyes widened in panic. “You’re going to ruin your makeup!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm.
“To hell with my makeup!” Moxie shot back, looking up at him with mascara streaking down her face. Her voice was filled with raw emotion. “Can’t you just… stop making me love you more than I already thought was possible?”
Before he could respond, she grabbed him and kissed him fiercely, her tears mixing with their kiss. Sanji was momentarily stunned but quickly melted into it, holding her tightly as if she might disappear. When they finally pulled apart, both were left breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s.
“I love you,” they both said at the same time, their voices blending in perfect unison.
They stared at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter.
Moments later, Jinbe appeared, clearing his throat gently. “Ah, Moxie and Sanji, the guests were wondering where the bride and groom disappeared to. I was sent to find you, but I can give you a moment longer if you need it.”
Moxie smiled and stood, brushing off her dress. “Nah, we’re good to head back.” She glanced down at Sanji, extending a hand to him. “What about you, stinky baby?”
Sanji’s eyes turned into cartoon hearts as he grabbed her hand. “Anything for my Moxie-Moon~”
With their fingers interlocked, they followed Jinbe back to the wedding venue, ready to rejoin the celebration. As they walked, the night sky sparkled above them, a perfect reflection of the love they shared.
The end.
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@frankys-wife @jahmikexnami (you didn’t ask to be tagged but you’re a part of my fic. Even if it’s a very small one. I like to add cameos of my friends in my writings sometimes)
Psychotic selfshippers, your f/o loves you so dearly! They would gently talk you through episodes until you're feeling better, they'd be ready to joke-square-up against your hallucinations, they'd assure you that your delusions aren't true and reality check you if you asked and if would help. "My f/o would never love me because-" wrong! They LOVE making sure you're alright, even when you're having an episode! Especially when you're having an episode!
PROSHIP DNI! Non-psychotic people CAN reblog so psychotic people can see it!
I promise I’m not really upset or anything like that cuz it’s just wild. But last nights ask has really made me see why I hardly see other black self shippers.
The truth is we are hardly welcome in fandom spaces whether people want to believe it or not. It’s the truth.
The fact that self shipping itself has lately become so hostile and it’s supposed to just be fun. If you feel the need to tell a black or poc self shipper that a FICTIONAL character would not even look at them because of the way you were born is actually pretty pathetic.
I used to always wonder why I could never find other black self shippers or black oc x canon shippers. Now I know. Being torn down is never a good feeling but seeing people who are like “ oh that character loves you! you are so valid uwu” then see people with my skin color having the same kind of fun and people go “… hmm not you tho.”
Experiencing racism in real life is hard enough and then to experience it in a fantasy world really makes you feel like you don’t have a place anywhere.
Anyway I’m done rambling. But this community and fandoms in general really have a long way to go.
