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one piece drabble | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

(inspired by this incredible pair of sketches over on bsky)

{SHY KISS}

In theory, a date should not have been a difficult undertaking. After all, Sanji and Zoro had already been through all the hardest steps needed for entering into an actual relationship, including the whole rivals-with-benefits deal, the years of supposedly unrequited pining, the gut-punch of realizing one’s true feelings whilst staring death in the face—even a blow-out shouting match turned confessional moment, angry tear-filled declarations and all. They knew exactly where they stood with each other now, and exactly what they both wanted out of the love shared between them. Compared to everything else that they’d already put themselves through, a date should have been a laughable simple affair.

So why was Sanji experiencing the same kind of light-headed, sweaty-palmed nervousness that he’d had the first time a pretty girl had actually smiled at one of his romantic overtures?

“Well,” Nami mused from her perch on the bed as she watched Sanji change his vest for the third time that evening, “have you guys ever been on an actual date?”

“I… guess not?” Sanji frowned as he buttoned himself up. “I mean, we’ve gotten dinner together before, but—”

“Then there’s your answer. It’s a first date, and you’re nervous because you want to make a good impression,” Nami said with a cheeky smile, her eyes glittering in barely concealed amusement.

“But it’s Zoro,” Sanji scowled. “I don’t need to make a good impression, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t be nervous, I should be—I should—I don’t fucking know, but not nervous!”

He rounded irritably on his own reflection in Nami’s full-length mirror, chewing on his bottom lip in lieu of lighting up a cigarette; the girls’ quarters was a strictly non-smoking area. “This looks okay, right?” he said, twisting so that he could assess his new outfit choice of camel brown trousers with a burnt orange vest at different angles. “Why do I feel like this doesn’t look okay?”

“Sanji-kun, you have never once looked anything less than impeccable in the entire time I’ve known you, and quite frankly a big dumb gorilla like Zoro is lucky that you ever deigned to look in his direction,” Nami assured him, batting her eyelashes in obvious exaggeration. “Roll up the shirtsleeves, though. He likes your forearms.”

It was a testament to just how worked up Sanji was over this stupid, stupid date that he barely even preened at Nami’s patent flattery, instead turning to stare at her as he said, “Really? He told you that?”

Nami rolled her eyes. “No. But trust me—I’ve seen the way he stares at them while you’re working.”

“Oh.” Sanji blinked dumbly. “And how is that, exactly?”

“Like he wants to take a bite out of them,” Nami said with a wicked grin, and Sanji’s face got so hot he was surprised his head didn't burst into flames on the spot.

“Right,” he coughed, rolling up his sleeves. “Can you help me pick out a tie, please, Nami-swan?”

After another ten minutes spent waffling over neckwear and finally settling on something dark brown with an orange accented diamond pattern, Sanji emerged from the girls’ quarters looking… Not terribly different from how he normally looked, if he was being perfectly honest. Because Nami was right; Sanji was always impeccably dressed. It just felt different because tonight, he had dressed with Zoro in mind. 

Zoro was already waiting for him on the dock where they’d anchored Sunny; as Sanji approached, he saw that the swordsman’s hair was soft and fluffy-looking in the way that it only became when freshly washed, and he got a distinct whiff of a balsam and cedar scented soap that he had given to Zoro himself. That alone would have been enough to have Sanji weak at the knees, but what really sent his heartrate through the fucking roof was Zoro’s robe, which was a silk haori in a deep, navy blue.

Sanji knew for a fact that Zoro didn’t own any silk navy blue haoris. And it wasn’t a piece of clothing that he could have borrowed from anyone else on the crew. Which meant that Zoro. Had bought a new item of clothing. 

For their date.

Suddenly, Sanji’s three hours of fretting over his own appearance didn’t seem nearly adequate enough, and he was kicking himself for having settled on the dress shirt and vest combo instead of going for a full linen suit ensemble like some kind of moron when Zoro looked up.

“Hey,” he said, gaze flickering up and down Sanji’s form as the tips of his ears began to flush. “You, um. You look good.”

“Oh,” Sanji replied, the sound of his own pulse roaring in his ears. “Thanks. So—so do you.”

Zoro went bright red all the way down to his collarbones, while Sanji’s head lit itself on fire for the second time tonight. “Shall we?” he said, hoping his voice didn’t sound quite as strangled as it felt. 

If so, Zoro didn’t mention it. He only nodded, face screwed up with a curious mixture of embarrassment and determination as he stepped closer to Sanji and, after a moment’s hesitation, took his hand. 

Sanji was too busy staring dumbly down at where their fingers were now laced together to notice Zoro leaning in until he felt the brush of a nose against his cheek, and then a soft, brief press of Zoro’s lips against his own.

He’d never have any solid proof, but Sanji was still dead certain that the only reason Zoro ever let him live down the fact that he blacked out for a solid three seconds following that kiss was because the stupid swordsman must have done the exact same thing.

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if I made fe3h character stickers in this style would you guys, like, want some? I wanna know before i start drawing EVERYONE

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and did you have to look it up

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i just think it says a lot about the person. my favorite is a bear named theodore

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tablet was tweaking but as soon as it worked again i got back to that gay shit

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

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fifth fucking ad in a row for that cursed tubi ad with the flesh hat monstrosity gET OFF MY DASH

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Chewing and gnawing on the irony One Piece continually shows with the main characters where they're doing objectively kind and helpful things and that's what gets them in trouble with the law. It's the selective application of criminal justice. The bias and room for corruption built into the system itself. It's delicious. It's horribly relevant. I'm obsessed.

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Robin Day 💫

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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rb to have a super gay 2023

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Idk how to draw old people

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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

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there’s poetry and clarinet on that tape, greg

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🎃🍂🐸The extras from wave 2 of my over the garden wall pins are now in my shop! 🔗 is in my bio!

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oh u can have this post i don’t want it