One of two requested by cb O chan.

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"C'mon, squirt, you can do it, 'cause you're SUPER!"

"Oi, Usopp, you gettin' this?" Sanji asks, serving tray forgotten as he raises one curly eyebrow at the sight of Franky breaking into an impromptu and slightly disturbing pose meant to inspire confidence. Or something. "The kid, I mean, not the idiot prancing around over there."

"Yeah, but- hang on a second." Pencil in hand, the sniper squints in concentration as his gaze darts back and forth between his sketchpad and Ace, who's clinging to Robin's skirt with chubby fists and wobbling unsteadily on his feet as he stares at Luffy's outstretched arms with large, unblinking eyes, as though very confused as to why his father's just sitting on the grass and grinning instead of getting up and coming over to get him.

"C'mere, Ace! You're gonna pull her skirt down and then we'll have to call Chopper 'cause Sanji's nose'll start bleeding all over the place!"

"Damn it, Luffy!" The cook protests, kicking the captain lightly in the ribs. "Shitty bastard, quit screwing around and go get your brat before he rips Robin-chan's-!"

"It's alright," the historian laughs, one hand bunched in the fabric of her waistband to keep it from slipping as she smiles down at the child who's now sucking one thumb and bumping against her leg as he fights to keep his balance. "I don't mind."

"Kid's as bad as his parents, destroying shit everywhere he goes."

"Like you should talk," Usopp mutters under his breath, pencil flying across the page as he shades Robin's hair, makes Ace's eyes just a little rounder and impulsively doodles a small Doskoi Panda on the chest of his t-shirt. He pauses to hold his work out at arms-length so he can cast a scrutinizing eye over it, and nearly jumps out of his skin when he discovers that Zoro's standing right behind him, peering over his shoulder. "GAH!"

"Cute," the swordsman mutters, reaching past to tap a finger against the sketchpad. "Drawing our kid in East Blue designer shit? Nami's gonna freak if Luffy sees that and decides he wants Ace actually wearing it. What the hell are you guys up to, anyway?"

"You seriously gotta ask, Marimo?"

The Straw Hats' first mate studies the scene before him, taking in the now-gyrating cyborg cheering squad of one, the baby hanging resolutely onto Robin's skirt - which is absolutely positively fucking adorable, although he'll admit no such thing if anyone asks - and his lover, who briefly flashes that dazzling grin in his direction before he returns to waving encouragingly at their son.

"Honestly," he sighs, brushing past Usopp. "Oi, Ace. C'mere."

Ace immediately lets go of the historian's leg, takes one very unsteady step towards Zoro and tries for another, loses his balance, plunks down hard on his ass with a squeak of surprise and starts crying around the thumb in his mouth.

"YEAH!" Luffy bellows, springing to his feet to high-five the shipwright who's paused beside him. "HE DID IT, HE DID IT!"

"He- he did- HE DID!" Franky roars back and gleefully drags the captain into a frenzied victory dance around the lawn deck, both of them chanting, "SUPER, SUPER, SUPER, ACE IS SUPER!"

Zoro rolls his eyes at Robin as he approaches his whimpering, teary-eyed son, who raises both arms in unmistakable demand, and casually scoops the baby up in one arm. "Like I keep saying, we're surrounded by idiots."

Ace doesn't agree or disagree, just sucks furiously on his thumb, but he snuggles closer against his father's chest, and when the green-haired pirate's sure no one's looking - they're all too distracted by the singing, dancing duo who've gotten boisterous enough to draw an amused Nami from the library, a giggling Chopper from his infirmary and a quizzical Brook from the lookout tower - he grins and nuzzles his nose into the little boy's messy black hair. "Complete and utter idiots. But they're right- Ace IS super."