A quick double drawing of lawsan from Almost Easy by amberlazuli on AO3.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This fic series has rotted my brain and if you're into lawsan, zosan, or especially, zosanlaw, I absolutely recommend it
(yes zoro is here he's just off screen ok I got lazy-)
Image descriptions below the cut
there are four images in this post
[ID NUMBER 1: a screen shot of an Archive of Our Own (AO3) fanfic titled Almost Easy by amberlazuli. the screen shot text says "“Hmm…how attached are you to that suit you’re wearing?” Law asked, a gleam in his eyes, and Sanji had a feeling he knew what this was about.
“It’s not my favorite one but…fuck, warn me!” he yelped, pulling down on Law’s hoodie and sighing when the sleeves flopped over his arms. He burrowed his nose in the collar of it and breathed in, feeling like he was about to cry and holding the tears back because he wouldn’t cry, dammit. Leaving the Baratie had been one thing, of course, because he was leaving his life behind that time, but this…this should be easy.
The hoodie smelled like Law, and he knew he’d try to preserve that scent as long as possible regardless of how sentimental a thought that was." end of screenshot]
[ID NUMBER 2: A digital art piece depicting Sanji from One Piece on a dark blue background. He's wearing the hoodie typically worn by Tralfager Law, which is yellow and dark blue with the symbol of the Heart Pirates on the chest. There are tears running down his cheeks and his right hand is clutching at the collar of the hoodie. He's smiling slightly.]
[ID NUMBER 3: a digital art piece of Tralfager Law from One Piece on a yellow background. He facing mostly away from the audience, his left hand raised in a waved goodbye. We can see his profile, he is smiling slightly. He's wearing Sanji's suit.]
[ID NUMBER 4: a screen shot of an Archive of Our Own (AO3) fanfic titled Almost Easy by amberlazuli. the screen shot text says "Law kept hold of him for a few more long breaths before drawing away, and his own eyes were suspiciously bright although Sanji knew he of all people wouldn’t cry.
“Go, Sanji,” he whispered. “Find your ocean. And when you open your restaurant there, save a seat for me.”"]
