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“-so that’s what happened. I think.”
Sanji stared at Zoro. Behind him, Luffy was finishing the remains of the poor wedding cake, and no one had the strength to try and stop him. Zoro’s suit was stained by blood and torn in more than one place, and he had a bruise in the shape of Sanji’s shoe on his face. A brawl had started somewhere on the deck between two drunk guests and was escalating. Chopper had yet to get the wedding rings out of Franky’s stomach.
All in all, a disaster.
Sanji sat down heavily in a chair, heaving a sigh. Nami’s bright orange head peeked at them from around a corner, before nodding and disappearing again. She was helping Robin calm Reiju down, which Sanji could only guess was going nowhere. She had already knocked Brook unconscious, and Jimbei and Vivi were trying to make an impromptu band to replace him. Sanji looked around at the mess of a reception area, still smoking in some places due to the combination of Usopp’s kids and bootleg fireworks. Sanji looked back at his bloodstained fiance.
And he literally couldn't help it. He laughed.
He was tired as hell, Luffy was finishing up the wedding cake, and he was pretty sure Law and Kidd had started fighting by the altar again . His fiance had gotten lost with the pirate king on a 2 minute walk and ended up on the wrong boat . It was so ridiculous it couldn't be anything other than hilarious anymore.
Yes, his wedding was a disaster, but fucking hell , so was the man he was marrying. And it kinda just, fit. Not gracefully at all , and it wasn't exactly pretty either, but damn. It was Zoro, it was Sanji, and when had that ever not been something messy and crazy?
He looked over his shoulder and started laughing harder. Law had used his devil fruit powers to throw the altar at Kidd, which brought the question of why he’d even invited them in the first place. Actually, he didn't know a lot of the guests that well. He was pretty sure that in the pirate world, invitations didn't mean shit and Luffy had just been going around telling people to come.
“Are you laughing because you’re about to kill everyone or because you just lost your shit?”
Sanji kicked out at Zoro for that, and then started laughing all over again when Zoro landed on his ass.
“I’m-hehe-laughing because you-heheh-you’re so stupid ! Hahaha!”
Zoro rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Sanji warily.
“So, you’re not mad?”
Sanji quelled his laugher, fighting off a few sparse giggles.
“Oh, I’m fucking furious and I have yours and Luffy’s death planned down to the detail. That being said, I’m not really surprised this happened.”
Zoro glanced over at Luffy, and both shared a look of acceptance at their inevitable punishments to come. Luffy burped loudly, patting his stomach.
“It was so fun though! We got to beat up a bunch of guys, save some other guys, and I got to eat the wedding cake! And there’s gonna be dancing later!”
Zoro jabbed the captain in the chest, annoyed.
“You still have to actually marry us, you rubber moron.”
“I thought you were marrying each other though.”
“No, you- forget it. Where’s the rum I saw earlier?”
Sanji looked at them, amused. He moved to his feet, and slowly approached Luffy. He gave Sanji a bright, frosting covered smile, and Sanji smiled down at him. He then wheeled his leg back and gracefully punted the captain over the railing and into the ocean. Zoro took a quiet step back from the blonde.
“Now then, you need to wash that blood off too, don't you, Zoro?”
-oOo-
In the end, the altar was not salvageable. Franky was there though, and since he had ruined the rings with a gone-wrong fire and burp trick, he owed Sanji. The floor was scattered with the white roses and forget-me-nots that had once been so lovingly placed, and Sanji stifled another sigh.
He almost flinched when Zoro starting sticking something behind his ear. He could just see out of the corner of his eye that it was one of the tiny blue buds. Zoro was wearing Luffy’s hat, and dripping salt water everywhere. He was also covered in fresh bruises from Nami, but compared to Luffy’s swollen face he had gotten off easy.
“You ready?”
Sanji rolled his eyes. He was tempted to retort that he had been ready for the past couple of hours, y’know, waiting for his lost fiance. There was a nervous little twitch in Zoro’s hand though, and for the first time in all the months of planning, it occurred to Sanji that his green-haired idiot just might be nervous after all.
He looked at Zoro, really looked at him. Sanji didn't have a doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his life connected at the hip with this moron, and he had even less doubt that Zoro wanted the same. They were just at the point that after opening up to each other over years and eons that it was impossible to see anything other than everything. Sanji could look through Zoro’s skin like it was glass, and when he said I love you, Sanji it wasn't so much the words, it was the promise .
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
A very amateur version of the wedding march starting playing, horribly out of tune. Zeff was guarding a small thrown-together white cake in the corner, and Sanji noted that someone had stapled Luffy’s feet to the ground. On Sanji’s left hand finger there was a soft band of white silk, worn around the edges.
He had never been happier.
-oOo-
A new wanted poster was issued a week later, and Sanji had it framed. The photo was hardly flattering, and he looked like he’d been shot at one point in it. He had no idea where it’d been taken. It made him smile every time he saw it.
Wanted: Roronoa Sanji - dead or alive