Brown Leather Jacket

Hey!
First of all, I'm a non-native English speaker, so there might be some mistakes!

This is just something short and soft, enjoy!

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Shanks' vision was blurry, and the lack of light on the ship didn't make anything better. But it was nothing unusual, he was used to it.

He knew his way around the ship anyway, had learned not to use any light on his nightly trips. No one needed to know that it had originally stemmed from one of Gaban's jokes, who had thought it funny to tell a six-years old Shanks not to switch on lights at night because it could alert the marines and potentially get them all arrested. Shanks still remembered how, at the time, the black-haired man had told him that even the slightest flash of light, like the red ashes on the butt of a cigarette, for instance, could be detected by the best marine snipers. It had terrified the young boy to no end at the time. He'd gotten over it after a while, understanding that it was a joke, but the habit had stuck to him, and he'd gained a new skill with it. Stealth was an ability that could always come handy.

Well, as long as you were not oozing haki, unable to fully control it despite your best efforts to tame it in. But Shanks was trying his best, okay? It wasn't because he couldn't be discreet right now that it would be the case forever.

Anyway, he wasn't trying to be discreet now, even though he probably could, what with the commotion caused by the party on the main deck and the crew's current blood alcohol level.

Shanks grunted as he kept walking towards the stairs, rubbing his left shoulder. He had trained with Roger this afternoon, and his captain had decided to skimp on him. The older man had not quite controlled his strength, throwing him a little bit too strongly on the ground.

Crocus had harangued him angrily, bemoaning about how he had enough of seeing the cabin boys in the infirmary, and would not treat them anymore for the day. He had still taken a look at Shanks' shoulder once they were alone, making sure that nothing was out of place. But outside of a blooming bruise, it was all good.

Moving his arm slowly to ease the pain away, Shanks started walking again. The alcohol in his blood turned his movements sluggish, but not to the point of staggering.

Climbing the stairs leading to the upper deck was easy, though he had to pause for a few seconds as the lights assaulted his eyes. He blinked multiple times as he forced himself to get used to the change of scenery.

Shanks was about to start looking around the deck when his gaze fell on a familiar sight. In the crowd, framed by the lighted lanterns and smooth blue hair, Buggy's face, grinning.

Shanks sucked in a breath of fresh air. If the red hair was confident in one thing, it was that he would never get over the sight, would forever be struck by wonder at the sight of his laughing lover.

Snaking in and out of the crowd, Shanks made a beeline for the loud laughter, careful not to interrupt the scene.

Buggy was speaking with two new recruits. They were both adults, young, but still adults, but the teen spoke to them as if they were the same age, acting the same way as with everyone else. Probably one of the habits he'd picked up from Roger. Treating everyone the same way, strangers of family, kids or elderly.

As the conversation seemed to wind down, Shanks finally made his presence known, stepping closer to Buggy. His arm softly bumped into Buggy's elbow to let the other know he was back without having to actually talk.

The blue-haired boy didn't even react, as if Shanks' presence was the most natural thing in the world. He turned towards him after finishing his sentence, though, a big smile still on his face. 'Aah, you're here! What were you doing? I thought I'd finally made you fold!'

Shanks huffed, pretending for a microsecond to be offended before he turned his head towards the two men to greet them. At the same time, his right hand came to nudge Buggy's waist, making the other boy look down.

Buggy frowned before he understood why Shanks made him look down, recognising the jacket the boy handed him. He grabbed it from Shanks' hand, happily putting it on. He beamed as he adjusted the collar, having noticed earlier that it was getting cold, but having been too lazy to go fetch his jacket.

He blushed as he realised that Shanks must have noticed, and had gone out of his way to bring his jacket to Buggy. They slept in the same room,and Shanks could have easily grabbed Buggy's jacket instead of his own, but the red-haired boy had decided that Buggy would wear his jacket that night. Buggy chuckled, even if he tried to hide it, Shanks liked soppy things.

Well, if Shanks liked it, Buggy certainly wasn't going to deny him the pleasure. Shanks was cute when he acted this way.

Buggy snuggled in the jacket too large for him, stolen in a city none of them could remember the name of. The jacket was too large for Shanks too, to be honest, but it was comfortable to wear, the brown leather a pretty material.

Through the fabric, Buggy felt Shanks' arm circle around his waist. The red-haired teen continued the conversation with the new recruits casually, turning towards Buggy to include him into the discussion. The blue-haired boy participated here and there, cracking a few jokes, delighting in the sight of Shanks' boisterous laughing face.

As the party dwindled and most of the partygoers left the main deck, Shanks and Buggy found themselves alone. They decided to walk to the stern, where they would be able to look both at the sea and the sky without being bothered by the sails.

Buggy leant on the guardrail as he looked at the sea. There was nothing to see but an ocean of darkness, but he wasn't anxious at the idea of falling into the water.

Shanks hugged him from behind, dropping his head in the crook of Buggy's neck. His hands sneaked inside the jacket's pockets, fists closing around Buggy's hands inside the fabric.

'The jacket suits you, you should keep it.' Shanks said softly in his ear.

'It's too large for me.' Buggy answered, shaking his head, Shanks' hair tickling his neck.

The red-haired boy huffed, 'And? It's too big for me too, that doesn't stop me from wearing it!'

Buggy wiggled in the embrace, trying to face the red-hair despite the firm grasp on his waist.

'Let's share it then, you look good in it too. I like to see you wearing it.' Buggy whispered.

Flustered, always surprised when Buggy was the one complimenting him, Shanks hid his reddening face by kissing the blue-haired boy.

They stayed there for a while, Shanks being happy to just be able to gaze at his boyfriend, and Buggy being happy to bask in the jacket's and Shanks' warmth, away from the night breeze. 

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I'm trying to write shorter fics, so this fic is kind of an attempt at that, and I think I succeeded! I've actually been busy writing a multi-chapters Cross Guild fic, so it was nice to pause it a little to write something short and actually publish it immediately after!

Anyway, don't hesitate to leave kudos and comments to let me know if you enjoyed the fic, it's always nice to read them, and it motivates me to write more!