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sanji and chopper gets fused into one being, creating a flirty, anxious, pugnacious, timid, adorable mess.
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The armadillo grabbed Sanji's hand before he could pull away, grabbed Chopper's, and there was another flash of light, this time accompanied by the feeling of intense heat, melting, assembling… Everybody stared at where Sanji and Chopper had been.
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blond hair with that stupid style, but also antlers and ears and a nose that certainly weren't human, hair, hair everywhere, or maybe it would be more accurate to call it fur, hands that ended in fingers made of keratin and legs that ended in hooves. A weird combination of suit jackets and shorts, and somewhere, there was room for a tail that was currently bristling. He – they – someone slowly raised their hands to their face, from cheeks to ears to the antlers, oh god the antlers, and then they – he – someone started making a soft sound that went like, “aaaaaaaaaaaaa”
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Ummmm, Sapper.” “Ew. No.” “Chappy?” “Vetoed.” “Ojicherppsan.” “That's not even a name.”
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See, it's prolly more accurate to think of this guy as the biological child of – “ “Okay, that's it, I'm not listening anymore, please shut up now.” “ – formin' a completely new life form with a completely new existence.” Usopp wheeled back around to face some non-traumatizing friends and stared right at the new existence before him. “Look, do you wanna be called 'he' or 'they?'” “Mmm...I feel like a 'he.'” “Alright, question answered; now you just need a name.” “How about – “ “Nobody's asking you, Luffy.”
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snapped his legs upwards and out so that his hooves cracked against the guy's chin and sent him soaring. He wheeled towards the other, felt all the power he had placed in his horns pump down to his arms until they bulked with muscles that screamed bloody murder, and slammed their entire mass right into the other's face.-he mumbled, “Hooves grow back. Hooves grow back...they do, it's okay, keratin...like fingernails...they...” Something churned within him, forcing his mouth shut. His head started to boil. His index finger only lost the tip, but trailing to the right, each one had more and more missing until the last could barely even be called a stump, didn't even have joints, and that was about the time Chonji completely melted and his two constituent parts shot away from each other rather violently, dazed and disoriented.Nobody felt the courage to speak up about today's incident during the meal, and perhaps it was simply because each one was waiting for someone else to start. But, in the end, everybody remained a bystander, and the moment for a heart-to-heart passed when someone thought to compliment his cooking and he responded with an embarrassingly open smile and an all too-hearty, “Shut the fuck up! Y'mean it?” The next few days were rather bizarre in subtle ways. Sanji would duck his head every time he walked through a door, forget to slip on his shoes, hesitate before jumping into the ocean, avoid meat. And though he could have been said to have worn his heart on his sleeve before, now, it was emblazoned, dipped in neon and stapled in place. He smiled easily. Laughed easily. Startled easily. Even cried easily, only to draw up the dregs of his masculine facade to insist that he wasn't, it's the shitty onions, honest. On the one hand it was almost nice, to have him not feign constant disinterest, to see him allow himself to get excited about Franky's cool upgrades or Usopp's tall tales, to hear him admit so unthinkingly whenever he was scared, no wait, startled, he was startled, that's all, not scared, never scared, shut up. Though...it made it hard for anybody to approach him about, well, about...the thing. When Sanji, one of the trio of monsters, who threw himself into certain death situations and came out with smoke and new curses, was just so...emotional. So raw and so child-like and so, so Chopper. So time went on. -even convince himself that everything had settled into routine, until he woke up one night and instinctively knew someone was missing and who it was without having to look. Chopper was sitting at the back of the ship, out of sight from the night watch. Sanji curled up beside him and was acknowledged with the barest of glances. Both of them automatically started riffling through their pockets, only for one to actually bring out cigarettes. Sanji tilted the box towards Chopper and was promptly refused. Which he expected, but it did well to be polite once in a while. What had it felt like, to be fused with another being? They had been asked that several times by curious crew members, and neither of them could come up with a satisfactory answer. Or maybe both of them felt the experience much too private to share. Sometimes Sanji would lean over the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror until his eyes watered, until he could remember the things that were his and the things that weren't. The hardest part was navigating the things that were similar. -
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https://web.archive.org/web/20210113042302/https://syblatortue. /post/126043639391/anon-suggested-one-piece-fusions-when-i-asked-for
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URGH THE CUTESTTTTTTT
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Chopper and sanji fuse. They lose some fingers