#redleg i love my traumatized son but won't tell him as much bc reasons zeff

[cebwrites]

he’s sweet like candy in my veins

a/n: i live!! for those still around i’ve been getting by slowly and posting art when i can but for the most part, writer’s block is nasty-- i won’t make any promises for when i’ll be post again but for now i gift you this, thank you for your patience with me ┗( T﹏T )┛

(I watched that one filler ep about curry with a friend and that part where the kid talks about the All Blue was super sweet/that’s what inspired me to write this so here we are ><)

ZoSan | oc x canon (Lawrin) | he/they law word count: 0.5k

Morning rays shine pleasantly through the clouds and waters lap against the bay where four pirate ships dock, bobbing languidly with the waves. Each crew’s hustle and bustle within their own and amongst each other is amiable as they prepare to leave the Land of Samurai and the strife it caused behind.

Hard feelings are pushed to the wayside for now but everyone knew the alliance would be over once they were out on open sees again.

Sanji instructs his (marimo) mule where to put heavy crates of provisions needed for the fraught journeys to come, bickering idly with every other complaint Zoro throws his way at being bossed around. Not too far away he can hear Usopp spin his typical grand yarns to a handful of Heart pirates as he’s doing his share of lifting. The older members don’t look like they’re entirely buying his schtick but seem to be content enough to let the kid entertain himself.

Somewhere out of view but well within earshot Sanji picks up on Luffy and Kidd getting into another benign screaming match about Emperors and Pirate Kings.

He smiles.

It lingers as Sanji makes a motion at Zoro to signal he’s going for a smoke break, pecking the swordsman’s cheek as he makes his way up the stairs but doesn’t miss the way Zoro’s hand takes its time sliding off the small of his back. The squeeze in his ribcage doesn’t betray what should be a relaxed, collected if not passive expression.

One... that doesn’t fool the captain resting on the railing he chooses to lean against. At all.  Sanji’s fortunately spared from whatever teasing remarks he caught swirling in the older man’s eye in lieu of what he has to say, however,

“I heard you’re looking for the All Blue, Blackleg.”

That brief flutter from casual affection with his partner at once flickers again and spreads as far as his finger tips. Playing it cool, Sanji busies himself with lighting a cigarette instead of looking at the man head on.

“Yeah, you interested in it too?”

“Nah, but I know it’s out there - Shacchan wants to find it for his dream, right?” 

Kirin leans over to smile at his partner on the deck of their ship-- submarine, barking orders but looking up to give a non-committal wave at his partner’s query.

Sanji’s gaze follows their interactions curiously, immediately noting how the pirate closer to him effortlessly lightens up around Law, the way no matter how busy the latter is, always manages to find time to pay Kirin the attention needed to answer a question or simply look over in approval. 

It’s a warm, playful kind of magnetism they have about each other that’d surely get groans from their less than friendly peers. Sanji suspects they were the cause of Kidd’s gagging noises and exaggerated hand motions earlier from the captain’s discussion table. His eyes drift to movements of green on the lower decks - not just the Sunny’s grass dancing with morning winds, either.

“You’ve got more than one dream too I see, looks like you’re already living this one, though.”

Caught red-handed this time, Sanji can only huff when Kirin’s laugh echoes charming and bright. 

For a brief moment he thinks he can see a spotted cap on the deck below pausing to enjoy the sound, too.