this is a continuation of Turning Point, I started this with Sanji being secretly guilty about both torturing the marines and knowing he would absolutely do it again if he had to. It ended up about Zoro being a troll. Also some angst. But mostly Zoro being a troll.

I am in the mood for angst. I want to write something with a loooot of hurt and angst (either Luffy or Zoro) but need ideas... Anyways, enjoy and warning for lots of bad language. I clearly don't know how to write Sanji without bad language.

Sanji is munching on his third cigarette (Chopper had long ago made him promise not to smoke when on watch inside the infirmary) when he hears the familiar stilted exhale from the other side of the room; Zoro was stirring to conscious.

...Did Sanji just recognize the sound of the idiot marimo waking up? God damn it, he needs a life.

"Urgh, shove off Luffy," Zoro grunts when he cracks an eye open to find Luffy half curled in the chair beside his bed, and half draped on top of him. In response, Luffy rolls onto the bed to tuck himself between the swordsman and the wall. The pirate is elbowing his captain's limbs out of his away when he finally notices the other inhabitant in the room.

"You look like shit," Muscle-for-brain says.

Well fuck you too.

Sanji resists the urge to throw Chopper's paperweight at the swordsman's head. They really can't risk the idiot getting any dumber than he already is.

"It's been three days since we went to save your worthless ass. Luffy busted the marine base once we realized you not being back with the supplies wasn't due to your usual idiocy," Sanji mutters, pulling out another cigarette to chew on. "So you're welcome, you shitty swordsman."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Seriously, you look like shit. What put your panties in such a twist, twinkle toes?"

Sanji looks at Zoro incredulously, gritting his teeth so hard he can feel his jaw tremble.

Sanji thinks of the prison halls they had searched, how the cook had almost walked past his crew mate because he hadn't recognized the huddled mess in the corner as a human being. That the idiot marimo's signature green hair was caked in so much blood that the only recognizable part of him had been his three earrings.

"They hadn't even bothered to leave your fucking cell door locked," Sanji runs his fingers through his own hair, enunciating slowly the way one does when talking to someone particularly stupid."They were so sure you wouldn't be able to move let alone run that they didn't even bother locking the fucking door, marimo. I thought you were dead. Luffy thought you were dead."

The swordsman's gaze darkens at that but to Sanji's surprise, he doesn't ask what Luffy did. Though perhaps, Sanji contemplates, it is too obvious what Luffy would do. Instead: "What did you do?"

"They tortured the shit out of you for shits and giggles. What do you think I did?" Sanji spits out his cigarette. "We chatted over tea and crackers. No dimwit, I kicked them within an inch of their life and asked if they had just as much fun being on the other side. And shut the fuck up," Sanji adds, jabbing a finger in the swordsman's direction. "About shitty swordsman's code or honor or that kind of stupid shit I don't give a fuck about. I don't give a flying fuck if you think revenge is a stupid reason to fight, because I didn't do it for you. I did it because someone had to teach those idiots that stupid games win stupid prizes, because those fucking idiots thought they could get away with that kind of shit but they won't because I won't fucking allow it, and I don't fucking regret it-"

Sanji stops short, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Sanji isn't sure when Luffy woke up but his captain looking at him with wide eyes. Zoro smirks.

"Done proposing, ero-cook?"

Sanji's jaw drops.

What the fuck?

"Sanji was proposing to Zoro?" Luffy perks up with interest, as if that thought did not cause his brain to spontaneously combust like it did to Sanji's.

"Yea," The shitty swordsman drawls. "Apparently he's going to kill whoever messes with me-"

"I-I did not, I will not-" Sanji splutters furiously, but he might as well be talking to a wall.

"Because he cares about me-"

"Shut the fuck up you shitty swordsman!"

"And he won't allow it-"

Sanji glances at Chopper's paperweight. Surely there was no risk of Moss-head getting dumber?

"And he doesn't regret it-"

Well, Sanji reasons as he picks up the paperweight, you can't be dumber if you're dead.