Prompt from tumblr:

Zoro fap said:

# someone write an au where a picture of sanji in drag becomes tumblr famous

IS THAT A PROMPT? I'D SAY IT IS! IT SMELLS LIKE A PROMPT TO ME.

Have a fic!

Tumblr Fame.

Sanji didn't want to leave his bed, even if it was late in the afternoon. He refused to leave the dingy walls of the campus room and had decided to shut himself away from the world forever. He'd locked the front door and pulled the covers over his head, knees tucked under his chin as he mourned his shattered pride as a man.

It was all Ivankov's fault.

Sanji was dying for a cigarette, so he opened the window a slight crack, expecting the entire campus grounds to be shaking with laughter at his expense. The school was relatively quiet, tired students making their way to their dorm rooms after a long day of studying hard, or in some cases; napping.

Sanji should have been finishing off his class now, but he hadn't been able to return since lunch time. Not with that horrible thing hanging in the air. His reputation in class was ruined, he could never return and it was all Ivankov's fault.

Sanji lit himself a cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the window. Usually he didn't smoke in the bedroom since he shared it with Zoro, but today he wasn't going to leave. Nothing short of a fire could force him back into class. Sanji shuddered and groaned in horror as he slid his finger over the touch pad of his laptop to wake it from its sleep.

Tumblr flickered up on the screen; Sanji winced at the source of his suffering and pressed 'Refresh'. The picture of him in drag, complete with poofy underwear and shiny pink heels disappeared for a second before appearing again, the 'reblog' and 'like' number jumping up to three times its previous value; counting almost a thousand hits.

Sanji snarled in outrage and slammed his laptop shut, throwing all his pillows and sheets in a fit of impotent rage right across the small room and into the wall on the other side. The sheets and pillows piled up in Zoro's unmade bed.

Sanji huddled up in the corner of his now bare bed, breathing deeply and staring into the cracked ceiling. It had all been going so well up to this point, being the only man in cooking class had been a blessing at first. Sanji had reveled in the company of nothing but lovely women and food. It had been paradise!

Up until the part where Ivankov had tricked him into putting on those horrible clothes. Sanji shuddered at the memory, whimpering in frustration and messing up his hair. He was so sure he'd won that argument. Proved to all those lovely ladies that he was in fact, a man who was confident enough to put on a dress.

They had all showered him with praise and compliments, making Sanji feel a little awkward, causing him to blush from the attention.

Someone had taken a picture of him at the precise moment when his dress suddenly blew up, revealing his poofy pink underwear. Sanji had gasped out in embarrassment and tried to tame the wild fabric to protect his decency. Now his shy, slightly blushing face -complete with makeup- was an internet hit.

He didn't know who opened the windows that blew up his dress, but it was probably the same person who took and uploaded the picture: "MikanLover$$$" , whoever that was. How a delicate creature , such as a lovely woman , could do something so mean was unthinkable.

Women were kind and gentle beings after all.

The doorknob rattled and Sanji jolted in place, staring at the door like a monster was attempting to break it down.

"GO AWAY!" Sanji yelled at the door, snarling in fury as he heard the jangle of keys. The only one who had keys to the apartment was the other occupant. Zoro. Fuck. He did not want Zoro to make fun of him. Sanji stormed to the bedroom door, slamming it shut and locking it the moment he saw the front door unlock.

"Oi! I need to get in there!" Zoro yelled from the living room/kitchen/front hall, and Sanji could hear him stomp towards the other side of the door. "I want to take a nap!"

"Nap somewhere else, moss-brain!" Sanji hissed at the door, dragging a cupboard across the doorway to block Zoro's attempts to break the door down. "Use the couch or something!"

"Cut that shit out! This is my room too!" Zoro rattled the doorknob, clearly trying to shoulder down the door when it didn't give in. "I don't care what your problem is; you can have your drama fit somewhere else!"

Sanji scooped up his pillows and blankets from the other man's bed, falling face down into a pile on his own mattress and lamenting his dimishing popularity and cruel fate. The sound of Zoro's efforts to break into the bedroom were growing louder with each successive attempt.

Suddenly the door flew open with a clatter and the cupboard fell over, spilling Sanji's clothes and ties over the floor. Zoro was rubbing his shoulder, panting in exertion and glaring at Sanji, who was looking over his shoulder wide eyed.

"What IS your damn problem!?" Zoro kicked the cupboard out of the way and stomped into the room, mouth twisted in an annoyed grimace. "Why aren't you in class? You sick?" Zoro snorted, arching a brow with the slightest hint of concern.

"Fuck off. It's none of your business." Sanji started, sitting up in his bed and glaring at the man who was walking closer. "Just leave me alone damn moss brai- Hey!"

"What's this?" Zoro picked up Sanji's laptop off the floorwhere it had it had fallen over when Sanji moved his bedding. Something had clearly touched the sensor when it fell open, because the glow of pink and blue was lighting up the dark under Sanji's bed.

"Don't look!" Sanji scrambled to his feet and attempted to grab his computer away from Zoro, who turned to block him with his back as he fully opened the screen. Sanji reached over and tried to close the computer, but being right up against Zoro's back cut his reach.

"If it's porn, I'm telling councillor Crocodile you cut class to jerk off." Zoro threatened with an amused grimace, moving along with Sanji to keep between Sanji and his laptop. "He'll be pissed-" Zoro laughed as he pushed the screen up to reveal the picture of Sanji in drag.

The room fell silent as Sanji stopped struggling and held his breath as he watched Zoro's expression change from shock to amazement. Sanji was blushing madly now, using Zoro's shock surprise to pry the laptop from his hands and cradle it against his chest.

Zoro kept staring at the place where the picture had been, blinking a few times before finally turning to look at Sanji. The blond was glowing red at this point, white knuckled grip biting into his palms, making them ache.

"What… was that?" Zoro said after a moment, looking at Sanji with honest confusion. Sanji had expected mockery or for the other man to burst out laughing, but the lost expression on Zoro's face came as a shock to him as well.

"I… My teacher forced me to dress up like a woman… and someone took a picture." Sanji sighed between clenched teeth, his ears burning hot and his throat dry with embarrassment. He glanced at the picture, refreshing the page and seeing that in only four hours, his picture had almost 2000 hits and various comments he didn't have the confidence to read.

Zoro stood still, looking at Sanji in slight wonder before his cheeks turned pink. Sanji stared back, blinking in shock when he glanced down to Zoro's groin and noticed a bulge.

Sanji stared, looking back up at Zoro who looked about ready to jump out the window.

Both of them stood awkwardly in their shared bedroom, holding eye contact for a full minute before Zoro took a step backwards.

"I… am going to shower." Zoro turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Sanji to stare blankly at the empty space that, only a moment ago, housed an visibly aroused Zoro. Sanji couldn't have blushed any harder. He felt lightheaded when he realized that Zoro, his perpetually grumpy, sword obsessed dorm-mate, just got hard from seeing a picture of him in a dress.

Sanji sat down, trying to make sense out of the situation as he rubbed his temples. The thought was flattering and terrifying at the same time. He lit himself another cigarette, cradling his head in his palms between drags. He didn't know how he felt about Zoro's reaction; but there was one thing he knew for certain.

It was all Ivankov's fault.

Thanks to mistresshasty for being the beta for this story!