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@sheikadow.bsky.social Sep 8, 2026, 2:44 AM

wrote 1.5k today. maybe i'll actually publish a fic again someday. anyway, sneak peek in case this never gets anywhere

#Zosan #Sanzo #ZSZ

Screenshot of text in Scrivner reading: "The cobblestone outside the club reflect a wet shine of the lampposts lining the streets. It must have rained some time in the passed hour. Iva walks aimlessly down the road as Sanji takes a drag of the cigarette that’s finally been handed back to him. Out of the corner of his eye, Sanji can see Iva watching him with a funny expression.
“What?” He groans.
Iva shrugs. “You’ve impressed me, Sanji-boy.”
Sanji feels the tips of his ears begin to heat. Although the darkness hides it, he knows Iva sees his reaction. “Yeah, well, you told me to get it together or go two years without training.” He tucks his growing hair behind his ear. “I need to be stronger. My crew needs me to be stronger. I didn’t really have a choice.”
She gives him an incredulous look as she pulls him to a stop.
“No, Darling, I mean you’re smoking hot. Look at you.” Iva takes ahold of his hand and raises it above his head, signalling for him to do a full turn. He doesn’t put up a fight. “You’re a handsome man, but you’re a drop-dead gorgeous woman. With the way your legs look in those heels, you could make the club so much money.” Iva cheekily pulls at the threads of her fishnets twice, like she’s making some sort of innuendo.
Sanji cringes at the thought, pulling his dress a little farther down his thighs and taking another drag before they continue to stroll down the path. “God no. I’m doing this out of necessity, but you’ll never get me on a stage. That wasn’t part of the deal. I’m here to train, not join the circus of cross-dressing strippers.”"

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