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@idiotaggression said:
"Yeah." He doesn't clarify which part he's answering, plopping his head into his lap. "You're thinking too loud."
“You were dead asleep. My thoughts weren’t doing shit to you,” Law rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling. The same spot he’d been staring at for the past hour while his mind turned over thoughts of progressive disease and burning white buildings. “Just go back to your nap. I’m fine.”
"You were thinking so loud it woke me up." He leans, biting Law a little harder this time before settling back down. "Now stop thinking. Unless you're thinking about me, then you can think." One hand swipes up to steal Law's hat.
"Mine now."
“What, you’re psychic now?” He grumbles with Zoro’s teeth stuck in his neck, wincing a little this time. He looks at the other man, unimpressed. “Yeah, well, I’m thinking about you now. Because you’re testing my pa—”
He shoots up with a squawk when Zoro snatches his hat, launching himself at the other man and reaching for it. He ends up half in Zoro’s lap trying to get it back off this goddamn thief.
“Not yours, give it back!”
@idiotaggression said:
"Yeah." He doesn't clarify which part he's answering, plopping his head into his lap. "You're thinking too loud."
“You were dead asleep. My thoughts weren’t doing shit to you,” Law rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling. The same spot he’d been staring at for the past hour while his mind turned over thoughts of progressive disease and burning white buildings. “Just go back to your nap. I’m fine.”
Leans over and bites Tora.
He jumps just slightly, mostly because he hadn’t noticed Zoro stir from his nap before he decided to lean in and nip him. It stings, but he’s felt much worse in his lifetime—and maybe he’s getting a little too used to sudden bites from his lover.
“Have you always had the habit of biting people?” Law muses, reaching up to rub a finger over the spot Zoro’s teeth had just been digging into. “Or should I consider myself special?”
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius
So he called him something worse than cute, then. Even more unfair. Law lets out a huff against Sanji’s shoulder, squeezing the man in his arms gently. He feels the chuckle through Sanji’s back against his chest and hears the lilt of it and tries once more to pull him away and towards the bedroom.
Damn him and his charm. How is he meant to stay grumpy with him?
“I’m always awake at stupid hours, I can’t help it,” He grumbles. He’d been sleeping better with Sanji around, though—both because of the comfort of having someone he loved close by and thanks to him being pretty good at tiring Law out…
He brushes his nose against Sanji’s neck and inhales—he can smell tobacco, that soap Sanji always uses that Law really likes, sweat and the lingering scent of the kitchen. His tired brain decides it’s a combination he can put up with. “You definitely don’t reek, I can tell you that much. Can’t you just change the sheets tomorrow if it’s such a problem?”
He stops the man in his tracks when he makes minimal attempt to guide them across the room, planting his hands against the counter before clinging to the sink. While he'd love nothing more than to crawl into bed — discard such restrictive clothing and cave to the idea of canoodling — he knows he shouldn't. He has shit to do in the morning that require an empty kitchen, so he needs to stay up in order to finish the dishes at the very least.
"If it were as simple as that, then yes. But I've got stuff to do in the morning and it's only going to be a pain if I have to wake up and clean first." But damn, if it isn't tempting.
Resisting the urge to cave as long limbs tighten their hold around his midsection, he tilts his head a fraction. The warmth of Law's breath against his neck sends pleasant little sparks across his skin, further encouraging him to drop what he's doing and hit the sack with the other man in tow — but he damn well knows that once he enters the bedroom, there's no way in hell he's gonna wanna leave it in the morning.
"Retourne te coucher, mon petit léopard tacheté. I promise not to take too long."
He nearly stumbles when Sanji grabs the sink to hold himself in place. Foiled again. He sighs a long, drawn-out sigh and gives the other man one last parting squeeze around his middle. He doesn’t even want to let go, but Sanji’s clearly intent on keeping him waiting…and he actually is still tired.
His brain is slow with sleepiness but he actually manages to parse what Sanji says from context alone, and when he pulls away there’s a pout on his lips.
“…little leopard? Where’d you pull that one from?” He grumbles like he isn’t clad in spotty, soft pyjamas that look like the fur of a snow leopard. He rolls his eyes and yawns and reaches his arms high in a stretch; his sleep shirt rides up in the process, exposing his hipbones in the process. “Whatever. Fine. I’ll go…lay in bed all on my own. Wishing you were there…”
He trails off, looking at Sanji with sleep-heavy, pleading eyes…
“…do I at least get a kiss for my troubles?” He asks hopefully.
݁ .⠀ ✩ DO YOU SEE ME? a collection of dialogue prompts from the happy fits' album lovesick. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc, adjust as you wish.
i think i love you.
do you see me now?
it’s been a hard time.
i tried to not want you.
i dream when i’m awake.
i’ve got no choice.
there was time before we met.
one more night of overtime.
i’ve got bills to pay, and i’ve got mouths to feed.
i’m so moody.
you caught me by surprise with this helpless feeling.
everybody wants you.
i cannot afford to love.
i can’t get my mind off loving you.
i’m in love with everything you do.
help me, please, from falling faster.
there’s no stopping this disaster.
won’t you say you love me too?
what’s the deal?
it’s a very short life with no appeal.
you drive me crazy all the time.
get out of my head.
it’s such a cruel power.
i’m gonna break one of these days.
it’s a little messed up.
you’re stuck on my mind, sweet like honey.
do you want my love?
come and break my heart into a million pieces.
get out of my house.
we’ve been talking for hours.
why is every little move romantic?
you’re holding on ‘til the bitter end.
you’re all i think about at night.
i want your hands here, on my hips.
i want to live forever in your kiss.
no one can help me through this mess.
i wish that i could just forget.
i get so love drunk on myself, why should i want somebody else?
i want to peel off all my skin.
escape this hell you put me in.
you don’t love me cause you don’t need me, and that’s alright.
god is just a witness to my misery relapse.
i’ll just be lonely 'til i die.
maybe one day you’ll be impressed.
when i met you, i was just a boy and not a man.
all my life, i thought i’d be the same.
i’m bound to break tradition.
baby, i’m a piece of shit.
i got what i deserve.
i don’t want to be your enemy.
when i burned it down, i didn’t mean to take you too.
your clothes fit me better.
i’m gonna miss you.
tell me you want to just stay here with me.
i could stare at you for hours.
wait until i’m old and gray.
it feels so wonderful to dream at all.
we’ll make it up as we go along.
will you treat me the same?
you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.
just imagine all the joy in this world without a little pain.
how did we get so dull?
how did we get so drunk and high again?
how did we get so old?
i’m stuck here, dreaming of your hands around my neck.
i want you to break my heart.
have i lost myself again?
go back to the start.
go back to the space you grew in my heart.
i feel the karma coming.
i still think i love you.
i’m so lost without you.
i can barely breathe.
can we even make this better?
as a hopeless romantic, i’m bracing for the fall.
you’re every thought i’m having.
can you disappear?
maybe we could lose ourselves and run away.
is this an illness or a romance?
we could talk about the weather.
i had my whole life together, then you tore it into parts.
no going back to the way it always was.
i feel the black hole reaching for me.
will [ … ] come back?
hell, i don’t know.
you’re so violent.
why do you hide?
show me you’re human.
it’s been a while since i’ve seen you prove it.
i do not know you anymore.
all i want is to hear you again.
i miss the heat.
you’re mad at me.
space. that’s all we need.
you were wrong about me.
it was wrong of me to promise.
it was wrong of me to waste.
i wasn’t brave.
i could always play it back.
i want to be with you again.
i want to tell you everything.
there's a child, and it's screaming.
can you show [ … ] to the door?
you get what you paid for.
i swear i could dream that you were the one.
i want to say how sorry i am.
i’m a coward.
i am useless.
i tried, but i can’t make it out.
i remember.
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
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K I I K O K U .
— low activity independent roleplay blog for trafalgar d. water law of one piece.
{ written by berry. non-roleplay blogs, do not interact. }
— 18+ only.
{ i was thinking the other day about how law was forced to grow up quickly because of his circumstances but i see him being quite…like…emotionally immature? if that’s the right term.
he is and always has been extremely intelligent and he’s mature beyond his years but that came out of necessity. this doesn’t stretch to like…feelings though. he’s head smart, not heart smart basically. he has trouble processing his own feelings because he’s always had to push them aside in favour of survival. as a result he directs things inwards and REALLY struggles to talk about things that bother him, and when he does it’s…clumsy? in a way. he doesn’t have the words or skills to work through things. he easily frustrates too so he often turns and lashes out as a defence mechanism.
i think this also shows in stuff like him being bad at taking orders or listening to requests. he’s used to being in charge, he doesn’t like not being in control of a situation. it’s what he’s used to—it’s what’s always enabled his survival. so when, for example, luffy shouts an order at him he’ll obey because he knows it’s what he’s needs to do. he won’t be happy about it though and he will make his displeasure known lol. }
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
continued from here with @spiritmarking
The moment their crews parted ways, Law missed her. He laid awake, preoccupied with thoughts of soft skin, quick wit and mischevous smiles, and the distant scent of fresh tangerines. Sometimes he simply yearned for her, closed his eyes and imagined she was curled into his side, that he had company on sleepless nights in his quarters, or pretended she was huddled with him under a blanket on watch duty. Other times his thoughts were less savoury, and a hand would trail beneath the waistband of his sleep pants as he pictured her, her body, how it felt pressed to his and the pleasure only they could pull from each other. It wasn't the same, but it got him through to when their crews crossed paths again. Luckily, as their navigator, Nami had the power to change the Thousand Sunny’s course in the direction of the island Law conveniently mentioned over the transponder snail line they would soon be docking at.
It had been hell getting through his captainly duties and the usual harassment from the other Straw Hats until he and Nami could finally get time alone together. While their crews mingled and drank and laughed, Law tugged Nami away and Shambled them to his quarters, too impatient to lead her there by foot. He wastes no time, pushing her onto his unmade bed, shoving a book to the floor as he climbs above her. He drags his hand up her thighs and over her hips, fingers cool but not cold against the warmth of her flesh.
"I missed you," He whispers and presses the first of many kisses to her cheek, across her jaw and down to that spot he knows is ticklish. Her giggles make his heart, already fluttering in his chest, skip a beat. "I missed you so much, Nami."
There's a smile that hadn't left his face since the moment he realised he had the opportunity to steal her away, a rare genuine smile from him. Not mocking or smarmy but playful and happy, so glad to have her in his arms again. Her legs wrap around him and lock him in place, as if he was at any risk of parting from her. After showering her with what he deemed to be an appropriate number of kisses, he pulls his head away from her neck, looking down at her. She's like a goddess in his messy sheets, ginger hair framing her pretty face so beautifully, and he wants to steal her away and keep her at his side forever. He leans in, pressing his mouth to hers, eyes falling closed as he gets lost in the petal softness of her lips, kissing her slow and gentle.
Law has become one of her maps, all contours, lines. and hidden details coming uncovered for her perusal with every conversation, every moment spent together. She’s learned to read what he gives, and hold on to what he doesn’t. She loves meeting his eyes across a room, able to discern what’s he feeling from the way he stands alone, like he’s counting down the seconds until he can claim her. She comes to expect it, the little things.
But she doesn’t expect the place he carves for himself within her heart. She set out to sea with an interest in flirting and seeing where things went when they travelled; fleeting fun for a pirate, interspersed between adventures. Law was supposed to be in interim, for however long Luffy wanted to join arms with him. He was a challenge, sitting miserably on their ship as they departed for Dressrosa. There’s no one Nami can’t get to open up.
She should have known something clicked during their time on Punk Hazard, listening to his proposal to Luffy. All thoughts of throttling the Surgeon of Death for swapping their bodies quieted, suddenly, at the confidence with which he spoke and carried himself. He wove himself into her space, leaving an impression behind, one she became intimately familiar with every time she diverted course just an extra mile, fondly running her thumb over the Sunny’s snail’s shell.
“Somebody’s eager,” she murmurs, teasing, cupping his face in her hand. Her smirk softens at the sight of him, this man that’s colored her attention in the yellows and blacks of his ship. He’s handsome like this — handsome always, but evermore so, happy. Safe. He has no idea what he does to her while away, worrying her insides into knots. Nami combs his fringe back with her fingers, tracing the line of his brow. “It’s really hard when you’re not there and I have so much I want to tell you. The snail actually gave out on me one time.”
Her hand is soft against his face and he leans into her touch easily. Closes his eyes for a moment and lets himself be held by her. Eager? He could laugh at the understatement. The minute Law had seen the Sunny on the horizon he had been daydreaming of her and now she’s here, in his bed, in the flesh. Not an ocean between them and a snail transmitting their voices across miles, but here in person and his chuckle condensing warm air on her skin.
“I don’t think you have too much of a problem with ‘eager’,” He teases back with a playful smile, her fingers brushing through his hair, tracing his face and holding him and he follows her touch, leans into it easily. Even closes his eyes as he rests against her hand. Nami is the only person who gets to see him like this, soft and warm and accepting of such affection and even reciprocating. The walls come down around her, in a way he never thought he would be capable of. What before would have scared him, made him retreat or lash out in defence instead makes his heart feel full, makes his usually sour face soften as he cracks open his eyes again to peer down at her warmly. “Is that why you dropped out on me that time? I had more picturing you clobbering some idiots who thought they could get the jump on you and your crew…”
Law trails off, just looking at her for a moment with a smile on his face. Before long he decides looking isn’t enough and he shifts his weight, presses his body closer to hers to bring his hand up to her hair. His fingers card through fiery ginger locks to urge her head back so he can nuzzle just under her jaw. He hums against her skin when his lips connect again, mouthing along her neck til he’s lingering near her ear.
“So good to hear your voice. Snail doesn’t do you justice,” He whispers between kisses and gentle suckles to sensitive flesh. “Keep talking. Tell me all the things you’ve been waiting to tell me…”
continued from here with @kaizoku-dan
The sigh Law lets out is entirely too dramatic when taking into consideration that this was exactly what he wanted from this encounter. The cuffs snap into place with a click, tight against his wrists and draining his energy immediately.
Law doesn’t even flinch. It’s Smoker. He has nothing to worry about.
“What ever happened to ‘hello’? Or even, ‘it’s been a while?’” Law drawls, head cocking to the side as he peers up at Smoker through long eyelashes. “Aren’t I supposed to be the bad-mannered pirate, White Hunter-ya?”
{ cora definitely has photos of modern au law when he was in high school where he dressed like this every day. }
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves. ( nami )
“Shh. Someone’s going to hear you.”
Law has his finger to his lips, but the effect falls flat thanks to the little smile on his face. He’s got Nami backed against a shelf in a lesser inhabited part of the library, but they can still hear the click of shoes on floors and the turning of pages from nearby patrons. He’s pressed close enough to her that they’re sharing body heat and he can feel warm puffs of Nami’s breath against his face as he leans over her.
Cheekily, Law dives in and presses a kiss to her collar, and a couple to her neck for good measure. It pulls more soft giggles, like music to his ears, from her; just as expected, just as he wanted. He knows the skin there is sensitive. He’s stirring her up for the hell of it, pulling soft laughter from her purely because he loves the lilt of it and because there’s something a little…thrilling about this that excites him.
“Oi. What did I just say?” He whispers, a grin apparent in his voice, lips still brushing against Nami’s neck but trailing higher. He mouths over the curve of her jaw and up to her petal-soft lips. “Quiet. You’ll get us caught.” He says quietly before sealing them in a kiss, a hand on her cheek cradling Nami’s face.
