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Well this was supposed to be just smut, I'm not gonna lie, but I of course needed angst. A special mention to my good friend Lane, who has promised me coffee lolol Here you go, have fun. This song is so Zosan coded it's not even funny. Wholecake fucked Sanji up, fucked him up more then he would like to admit. Emotionless, cold, like the Vinsmoke name that was now printed onto his fucking wanted poster.
He refused to be like his sick excuse for a human, family members, he refused to fucking believe he could turn out like that. He remembers the sick feeling in his stomach when he uttered those words, the instant guilt and weight of his fathers handiwork running through his veins.
It still makes him sick, makes his hands shake as they grasp harder at the mug in his hands. That in itself deserved celebration. Sanji was finally back with his real family, his family that really cared about him. He watched as they chat, laughing and conversing. A sweet tune graced the space, a melody to carry out the nights frigid air as a violin guided their night through Brooks boney fingers.
His blood ran hot from the swordsman's gaze, making him bite the inside of his cheek. His hands brought the mug up, making sure not to break eye contact with the damn brute as Sanji took a long drink. He could feel the buzz of the alcohol, causing a small drunken blush to form across his cheeks. A chill ran down his spine as Zoro mirrored his actions, taking a drink of his own without breaking eye contact.
