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This, he thinks, numb. This is how Vinsmoke Sanji dies.
Death is a bitter thing. Or maybe it's the blood he can taste in the back of his throat, pooling and iron red.
or; Sanji dies in Whole Cake Island. A husband, a failure. (A crewmate, a cook, a son.)
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23 May 2026
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rokcale for life rokcale is savior rokcale is by Faayuan
Fandom The End of World is a Game, 백작가의 망나니가 되었다 - 유려한 | Lout of Count's Family | Trash of the Count's Family - Yulyeohan
15 May 2026
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click here for dumbassery with a dash of simping roksoo bc theres no way anyone could pull of a man like cale and not gush about it
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13 May 2026
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The first thing Zoro notices about His Royal Highness, Prince Vinsmoke Sanji - Fourth Child and Thirdborn Son of the Ruling Family of Germa, etc etc is that he’s one of the most stunningly beautiful creatures the swordsman has ever laid eyes on.
The second is that he’s obnoxious.
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09 May 2026
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“You know,” Nami remarks thoughtfully as the castle solidifies ahead of them, “I don’t think I could have designed a building that more obviously screamed ‘I’m a bad guy!’ if I tried. That thing is so ominous looking it’s cycled right back around again to farcical.”
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08 May 2026
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It’s not him, Sanji reminded himself, frantically. You’re jumping at phantoms again. Flinching at shadows. It’s not him, and it’s never going to be.
Except it was. Broader and battered and down to one working eye, but it was.
Across the crowded room, Roronoa Zoro lifted a sun-faded, wide-brimmed leather hat off his head and looked up to meet Sanji’s gaze for the first time in seven years. “Hey, cook,” he said.
Sanji calmly reached beneath the bar and hefted a shot glass into his hand, tossing it straight up and catching it in his palm to test the weight. Then he wound up and flung it unceremoniously at Zoro’s traitorous skull.
“Get the fuck,” Sanji said, “out of my bar.”Bookmarked by Woeful_simp
08 May 2026