One Piece: Legacy of the Pirate King

Bonus Chapter 3

Sanji never thought he'd settle down.

The sea was his first love. Cooking was his second. And chasing women… well, that was just tradition.

But when he met Lumia, a quiet girl from the Germa resistance who'd once tried to poison him and failed spectacularly because he kissed her mid-battle…

He fell harder than ever.

The Proposal

It wasn't extravagant. No fireworks. No roses falling from the sky.

Just a candlelit rooftop of the Baratie 2, his floating restaurant empire. The kitchen was silent, the world forgotten.

Sanji cooked a single dish.

Crème pasta in sea truffle glaze with flame-kissed roses.

She cried before even tasting it.

He knelt, holding out a small gold band wrapped in garlic-threaded ribbon.

"I've had my heart stomped on, set on fire, and stolen more times than I can count. But when you nearly killed me with that poison stew and then apologized by baking me bread…"

He smiled.

"I knew you were the one I wanted to risk it all for."

Lumia grabbed him and kissed him before he could finish the proposal.

"Yes," she whispered. "A thousand times yes."

The Wedding

Held on the Baratie's sky deck with the sea all around, champagne waves lapping against the hull.

Sanji wore a black and gold chef tuxedo with roses embroidered on the sleeves. His hair was slicked back, but he still smoked.

Zoro rolled his eyes the entire time.

Luffy cried. A lot.

Robin officiated.

When they kissed, Sanji dipped her like in an old pirate romance film.

Franky whistled.

Brook played a wedding ballad so sweet it made even Mihawk nod in approval.

Wedding Night – Romantic Fade-In

Later, their bedroom glowed with warm lights.

Sanji carried her bridal-style, kicked the door open with flourish, and whispered, "Tonight's menu… is only for you."

They danced.

They laughed.

They kissed for hours.

And for once, Sanji wasn't chasing someone…

He was home.

Years Later…

A young blond boy stirred batter in the Baratie's kitchen, humming to himself.

He wore a red scarf and a frying pan holstered to his belt like a sword.

"Lucien! Breakfast rush is starting!" Sanji called.

"Coming, pops!"

Lucien ran out, balancing six plates on each arm, his feet floating slightly as blue flame sparked under his heels.

He had inherited Sanji's legs.

And his heart.

And maybe… just maybe… his charm.