Joint blog for Mithril Lace and Akatsuki Celeste :3 One Piece themed and NSFW. We'll be doing joint fics on ff.net and AO3 eventually, as well as prompts/requests/tumblr drabble fics for ships we like. Marco x Ace, Thatch x Izo, Luffy x Law, Nami x Vivi, Sabo x Koala, mainly. Consult with the Akatsuki Celeste side for Zoro x Sanji :[ Other ships may be included as we multi-ship, but those are the primary ones ♥ A full list of ships we would consider writing is on our ff.net profile and maybe if one of us learns how to tumblr we're do a FAQ section ♥ We also do ASL-themed stuff (although usually not romantic with the exception of some Sabolu) REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN, please be patient as we're both working girls now ♥
I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it.
“Good morning” kiss
Kiss on the forehead
Drunk/sloppy kiss
Awkward kiss
Angry kiss
“I’m sorry” kiss
“I’ve missed you” kiss
Seductive kiss
“War’s End” kiss
“Goodbye” kiss
“I almost lost you” kiss
Kiss on the nose
Kiss on the ear
Kiss on the neck
Kiss on the back
New Year’s kiss
Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys
“I do” kiss
Shy kiss
Surprised kiss
Kiss on a dare
Sad kiss
Exhausted parents kiss
Kiss of life
Kiss inspired by a song
Jealous kiss
Giggly kiss
First kiss
Last kiss
Kiss under a full moon
Kiss at dusk
Kiss at dawn
Kiss in a dream
Returned from the dead kiss
Themed kisses
“We can never be together” kiss
It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss
Awkward teenage crush kiss
Spin the bottle kiss
Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss
Forbidden kiss
Sated kiss
Soft kiss
Tender kiss
Passionate kiss
Long kiss
Quick kiss
Morning kiss
Before Bed kiss
In Secret kiss
Public kiss
Accidentally Witnessed kiss
Against a wall kiss
Against a Locker kiss
True Love kiss
Caught off-guard kiss
Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths
Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed
Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s
Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss
Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp
Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up
Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing
Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward
One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other
Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In
When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More
A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”
Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion
A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss
When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead
Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes
Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap
Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing
Reblog this. Readers send a fandom (and a pairing, if you’re into that) + a number to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Yay, more fic!
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“You love me as if I deserve you.”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”
“You don’t believe in an afterlife?”
“I just came to say goodbye.”
“I never say no to a picnic.”
“There’s only one bed.”
“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”
“You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
“A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”
“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”
“I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”
“We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”
“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”
“I found it in the recycling bin.”
“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”
“This is… exactly what it looks like.”
“There’s so much blood.”
“You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”
“I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”
“I hate everything about Christmas except…”
“We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”
“Is that a tattoo?”
“I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
“What do you think? Is purple my color?”
“That is way too expensive.”
“Girls night in?”
“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
“I was scared and I ran.”
“I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”
“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”
“The bow was perfect before, but then I got paranoid and had to check to make sure it was still in there.”
“You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”
“If a zombie bit you, I’d be heartbroken, but I’d also shoot you twice in the head.”
“I’d be fine having sex with the same person for the rest of my life, if it wasn’t the same sex every single time.”
“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
“I lost the baby.”
“I love you. I just love her more.”
“A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”
“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”
“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy. I said “hex party” as in witches.”
“You wanted me to walk in on you.”
“This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”
“Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”
“I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”
“Hold my hand until it’s over?”
“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”
“I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”
Thank you so much for writing these!<3 I love all of them. I hope the both of you are doing okay, and i wish you much luck in the future.
Oh, thank you so much! We love writing these! We’re still behind by like a lot (some of the asks are 5 months old now omg)But we have all of the prompts that got sent to us and we’ve got another one almost done! (We both worked like 16 hours of overtime last week... no time to write or even breathe omg)
Could you do a modernAU Marcoace where Ace tells his brothers that he's dating marco. They're both ok with it, Actually their really happy Ace has someone, especially luffy, but at some point when ace is away(bathroom or something) they give him the whole "hurt our brother and we hurt you" speech; emphasis on protective sabo and giddy luffy. Thank you so much for these fics btw, love em so much your both such good writers!!
Awwwwwwww, thank you, Anon-chan! Akatsuki and I love doing these (when we have time of course) and we definitely had a ton of fun with this one! It helps that Marco x Ace is like, one of our biggest OTPs.Hope you enjoy!FF.net versionAO3 version
"I saw that other table being assholes and I wish more than anything I could make it better but I’m really awkward so instead I’ll tip 100% AU" with LawLu, please??? it's my otp :D
So... this one was too long to put on tumblr because I didn’t feel like messing with html or italics xD It got out of hand. And awkward Law is precious.
FF.Net versionAO3 versionSorry for being 4 months late xD Man, we still have a lot of prompts to do too, ugfhhhhh SOON!
Joint written with @akatsuki-celeste, this is a modern au one-shot story for @beyondkailani, inspired by the first chapter of Clipped Wings. (Emphasis on the fact that I made it a link. *wink wink nudge nudge* )
Anyway, life can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, so here’s some fluff to try and make it a little more bearable. We adore you, Kailani-chan. Hope you like it!
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake” with lawlu? I need the otp angst like I need air :'D I'm so glad you opened requests you fabulous spoons <3
3 months later... enjoy some otp cuteness and angst! Mostly angst. (So help me we will do all of these I stg lol)
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Law took a deep breath to steady himself, trying not to think about how rapid his pulse had become. He wasn't typically nervous in the operating room - it was the one place where he usually felt at ease, confident in his abilities and his environment. He knew that between his knowledge and his ability, within this room he could solve any problem, cure any ailment. In this room he was the Master, and there wasn't a single person in the world that could dispute it.
But this time… this time was different.
It shouldn't have been. It wasn't as if they hadn't been here before. And last time, his success and failure had also meant the difference between life and death. He'd succeeded then, and he knew, logically, that he would succeed now. Unfortunately it was the mind that logic ruled, not the heart, and it was his heart leading his emotions now. This time was different, and it shouldn't have been, but it was.
Two years ago, he hadn't been in love with Mugiwara no Luffy.
He took another deep breath, then reached out, placing his hand over Luffy's sweat-dampened forehead, smoothing over his furrowed brow with his thumb. "I know this hurts, Mugiwara-ya," he said quietly, "but you have to stay awake."
The only response that he received was a groan, and Law's heart contracted as if a hand had physically wrapped around it and squeezed. The fight had been unexpectedly brutal - a chance encounter with another pirate crew that should have been simple enough to deal with, particularly with both the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates on hand, but none of them had expected the captain to possess such powerful haki - or use vicious bombs containing kairouseki shrapnel. The first bomb had only grazed them for the most part, but all it took was a sliver. By the time Law had removed the kairouseki from his arm, shouting at the enraged Luffy not to do anything rash, Luffy had already used his own inflated body to contain the rest of the blasts. No one had been able to stop him, despite knowing that once he'd seen the shrapnel hit the others, his next move would be to take all of the damage to ensure it wouldn't hit them again. They'd won the fight in the end, but not without Luffy suffering severe injury.
Law hadn't hesitated; he'd immediately ordered Luffy brought to the Polar Tang's operating theater, and then promptly kicked everyone out except for Chopper with the declaration that anyone else would just be in the way. This wasn't strictly true in the case of his crew, but he wasn't in the right state of mind to let anyone see him like this more than was strictly necessary.
"Are you sure there isn't anything we can give him?" Chopper asked, his voice trembling with anxiety and worry. He looked at Law - of course, Law knew Chopper already had the answer to that, but he couldn't blame the young doctor for asking the question on the small chance that the outcome might prove different.
"Anything strong enough to do any good would just send him to sleep, and we can't let that happen," Law replied, his attention never leaving Luffy. He could see Luffy's pain, could almost feel it, as if it were his own. Even though he knew it was selfish, Law couldn't help but wish he could have stopped Luffy - it would have been better for all of them to get a little injured, in his eyes, than for Luffy to take the full force of the attack entirely onto himself. With the extent of Luffy's injuries, there was a good chance that even just one missed piece of kairouseki could prove fatal.
Another groan rose up from Luffy, and it reminded Law that he needed to spend less time lost in thought and more time actually helping Luffy. Chopper was a ready and willing assistant, but time was still of the essence, particularly if he needed Luffy to remain conscious during the duration. "Stay with me, Mugiwara-ya," he murmured. "Stay awake."
Those words seemed to penetrate the haze of fatigue and pain. Luffy's eyes fluttered open the rest of the way, not quite focusing on anything in particular. His hand fumbled as if trying to reach out, but with the numerous wounds littering his upper body from the explosion - places his haki hadn't managed to shield - it was clear he had very little control over his own movement.
Combined with how weak kairouseki made him, it was a wonder he'd managed to open his eyes at all.
He tried to reach out again, fumbling, but it wasn't Chopper or Law he seemed to be reaching for. In the next moment, his eyes were sliding shut again, breathing ragged.
Law's heart ached at the sight, his throat tightening from the lump of emotion forming in it. His vision blurred, and he quickly blinked the it away - he had a lot of work to do, and he had to keep focused. It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy to look down at Luffy, to see him lying there so pale and barely moving, his chest imperceptibly rising and falling, and maintain his composure.
He took a deep breath, reaching for the first of his instruments - with the nature of Luffy's injuries his powers wouldn't be of much use, and so he needed to fall back on his medical training to see them through this. He tried not to look at Luffy's face, at the absence of the smile that always seemed to make the world a brighter place. He would succeed. He had to. There was no room for compromise or failure.
"Ace," Luffy's voice was barely audible, the barest hint of a whisper after his failed attempt to reach out. It was suddenly very obvious who he thought he was reaching for.
Chopper made a sound of distress at Ace's name, and he didn't even try to hold back his tears as he handed Law the items he needed.
That lump in Law's throat grew larger. He'd had a suspicion as to who Luffy was reaching for, but actually hearing Luffy call out for his brother like that, his voice distant and edged in pain - it broke Law's heart to hear it, and to know that there was nothing he could do.
"Sorry, Mugiwara-ya," Law said quietly, not caring whether or not Chopper heard him. "I can't let you go to him yet."
Luffy's eyes flickered to Law, half-lidded and unfocused. He appeared to be trying to keep his eyes open, but the only thing really helping him was the pain. It simply hurt too much for him to slip away.
Law couldn't help but brush his fingers against Luffy's forehead, meeting his gaze and knowing Luffy wasn't seeing him. Then he returned his attention to his task at hand. It was easier to stay focused when he had something that he could keep his mind on, and the painstaking task of removing each piece of kairouseki - some of them no larger than a fingernail cutting - was enough to keep him mentally occupied. Chopper was on hand, helping him spot the shards, passing him new instruments when he needed them, even going so far as to wipe the sweat from his brow so that it wouldn't get into his eyes.
Time passed, each hour slipping away with barely a notice from Law or Chopper. Eventually, they'd removed enough of the shrapnel that they both agreed it would be safe to sedate Luffy and allow him to sleep through the rest. There had been a slight moment of panic Law had struggled to suppress when Luffy's eyes had slipped shut and they'd had to put an oxygen mask on him, but Chopper's presence and steady assistance had helped to distract him again. With the monitors beeping steadily, they had both gone back to work, careful not to touch the kairouseki directly. It was easier for the pieces that had simply cut into skin and muscle - the pieces embedded into Luffy's bones were the worst.
It didn't hit Law until that moment just how long they'd been working on Luffy - how long it had taken them to finally get to this point. The moment when they had removed the final piece of kairouseki and identified it as such by the way that Luffy's rubber skin had slowly started to knit itself back together - that was the moment their surroundings came back into focus.
Releasing a sigh of relief that he hadn't been aware he'd been holding, Law's shoulders slumped and he stepped back from the table. "Done," he said for Chopper's benefit, though the younger doctor would clearly have been able to discern that for himself. "Let's get him settled."
Chopper nodded; the next minutes were spent cleaning up - packing up the instruments to be sterilized, and wiping away the blood that had accumulated during the operation off of Luffy's body. Blood - another reminder of just how badly Luffy had been injured, and as Law disposed of the cloths used to wipe it up, he felt his throat tighten.
"I'll go tell the others that he's okay," Chopper said finally, looking at Law, and there was something in his eyes that betrayed his more innocent nature, like he'd noticed something otherwise best kept hidden. Law had been doing his damndest to maintain his composure during the operation, but Chopper's look made him wonder if perhaps Luffy was effecting even that part of him - his stoicism, his focus. He did his damndest, but… this was Luffy. The young Pirate King-to-be had a way of turning Law's world on end, spinning him around until he no longer knew which way to go - except to follow.
A sudden weariness overtook Law, as he was left alone to stand there beside Luffy's bed; it took a minute to register that all he was doing was standing there, staring blankly down at the motionless occupant. Law's throat abruptly tightened again - awake and full of energy Luffy was a force to be reckoned with, full of strength and unrelenting courage. Lying here like this, bruised and bandaged, pale and unmoving… his small stature and slight frame only added to the sense of frailty. Oh, Law could tell himself all he wanted that Luffy was the least frail person he'd ever met, but it was hard to convince himself of that when Luffy just...lay there. Something was missing from him in that moment, something that separated this state of unconsciousness from simple sleep. Something that was uniquely Luffy…
His smile. Law felt a deep and hollow ache within his chest at the realization. He could see that smile in his mind, bright and shining, full of energy and unfailing optimism. He could still remember the first time he'd seen it - he should have realized then just how much this one, single man would change his entire life. He should have known that once he got himself involved with that smile, he wouldn't be able to let him go.
"This wasn't part of the plan," Law whispered. He received no answer in response, but then, he hadn't been expecting one. It would likely be awhile before Luffy awoke even under the best circumstances. A cold feeling settled in his gut at the thought. He'd seen Luffy bounce back - quite literally - from his injuries all the time. This wasn't like Marineford, where Luffy had been pushed to the last of his physical and emotional limits, and then beyond them. This wasn't like Dressrosa, where Luffy had exhausted every last bit of energy to free a kingdom - to free him. Once the kairouseki had been removed, Luffy should have been able to snap back to his usual, albeit injured, self.
The calm, analytical doctor side of him knew that he'd given Luffy the best possible chance, but the emotional side of him - the side of him that seemed to take the lead more and more in Luffy's presence - had a much harder time accepting that. If he'd given Luffy the best chance, it argued, shouldn't he be awake now?
The tightness in Law's chest increased, and he tried to force himself back into the stoic, focused state of mind that had served him so well during the operation. He took a deep breath, then another, locking his gaze onto a single point with which to center and ground himself before he started to doubt his decisions and needlessly stress over a sleeping patient.
Blood.
His breath hitched, stopped, his focus zeroing in on the dark spot of red against the sheer white of the sheets that Luffy lay on. His mind seemed to go blank as he realized what he'd been using to try and ground himself. He'd thought they'd changed the bedding, but Luffy must have still been bleeding a touch, blood dripping onto the fresh linen. Dark, but still freshly red, red on white….
White, like fresh snow.
Law's shoulders trembled as he swallowed hard, clenching his hands into fists at his sides in an attempt to keep from gripping his arms and digging his nails into his skin. The parallels had been there, but he'd been desperately fighting to keep from making that last leap to them, as if by not outright recognizing them he could pretend that they didn't exist. That it had taken this - this, some strange, mundane association of color, bringing everything to the surface of his mind… Law's stomach rolled, and his eyes blurred with sudden, hot tears.
Cora-san…
Law made a soft sound in the back of his throat, a strained, keening sound of pain. Who was he fooling? He could pretend not to notice the similarities between Rocinante and Luffy all he wanted, but they were still there. It was that smile that did it - that smile that made you want to be near that person, love that person, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself otherwise. The love he felt for Rocinante was different from the feelings building up within him for Luffy, but it was still love.
It was that smile, and their shared sense of selfless sacrifice for the people they loved. Their empathy for others, as if they themselves were experiencing the same pain, no matter how idiotic or clueless they seemed. The care they showed Law in his most vulnerable moments.
That was what had endeared Rocinante to Law, and that was what drew Law to Luffy. It was why, when he'd seen Luffy collapse from his injuries on the deck of the Sunny after defeating his enemy, Law's heart had leapt into his throat and threatened to suffocate him.
It was there now, a hard lump that made his mouth dry and his chest ache, and his vision blurred again as he struggled, and failed, to fight back tears. His hands dropped to the mattress and he bowed his head, each tear dripping onto the bedspread and Luffy's bandaged hand. He wasn't a child anymore, half-dead and wracked by illness. He was stronger - he'd learned swordsmanship, he'd mastered his devil fruit. He was one of the Supernovas - he'd forged a path across the seas and made a name for himself that most pirates could only dream of in their careers! It shouldn't have come to this. He should not have had to stand beside Luffy in an operating room, counting each second as they passed and worrying that the next could bring Luffy's final breath. He'd be damned before he'd let it happen again.
Before he lost another person that he loved… before another hole ripped into his heart, never to be filled.
Law reached out, half-blind from the tears, his hand trembling as it wrapped around Luffy's and gripped it tight. He just wanted Luffy to open his eyes. If he opened his eyes, then Law could know, would know, that he hadn't failed. Even the best surgeon could do everything right and still lose their patient to some unforeseen circumstance, but if Luffy would just wake up, then Law knew it would be okay. No one had a stronger will to live than Monkey D. Luffy. If there was anyone who could bounce back from this, it would be him.
Why, then, did that cold fear continue to gnaw its way through Law from the inside out?
It happened suddenly - no warning, no indication of life other than the steady, rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring Luffy's vitals. The small squeeze could barely be felt through the numbness seeping into Law's body like it had thirteen years ago as he'd wandered brokenly through the snow in grief. His body was only just registering something had happened when the warmth began to spread from that single point, pouring into his body to push back the fear.
"Torao?" Luffy's voice was faint, and he sounded confused, like he might still be sleeping. "I'm hungry…"
Law's breath hitched, catching in his throat as he just barely registered the sound of Luffy's voice. His gaze flew to Luffy's face as his grip abruptly tightened on Luffy's hand. He half-expected to find that Luffy had just been mumbling in his sleep - though that was still better than no response at all - but he couldn't help but hope that he would find the younger man's eyes open. "Luffy…?"
"I'm hungry," Luffy repeated, whining softly and fixing a petulant, sleepy gaze on Law. "I want meat… all meat, no vegetables," he clarified. His eyes briefly closed, then opened again in confusion. "Why is there no meat?" He automatically squeezed Law's hand, fumbling weakly to remove the oxygen mask. It would get in the way when he tried to eat, after all.
Law swallowed hard. "You were asleep," he replied, leaning over Luffy with eyes that shimmered with tears. He didn't bother arguing on the point of the oxygen mask - Luffy seemed to be aware and recovering enough to not need it. "There'll be plenty of meat now that you're awake, as soon as Sanji has a chance to make it." He could tell Luffy not to eat too much, to take it easy, but given his metabolism and the fact that telling him not to eat was an impossible task, he doubted it would make a difference. Besides which, Luffy healed faster when he ate. As a doctor, he could analyze all the reasons why it worked and how his metabolism seemed capable of rushing nutrients where they needed to go, but none of that was important. All Law needed to know at this point was that it worked for him.
Luffy offered a bright, sleepy smile. "Yay, Sanji! Yay, meat!" He stared up at Law for a moment, alertness breaking through his daze. "Torao, are you crying?"
Law's eyes widened - he hadn't realized he was still on the verge of tears. He swallowed hard. "I thought…" His voice trailed off, and then pitched low. "I didn't know if-when you would wake up."
Luffy tried to sit up, only to give up after finding his muscles refusing to cooperate and his stomach growling in protest. Rather than try again, he reached out with his other hand, stretching his arm to grab Law's shirt and tug him closer until their chests hit. "I'm awake," he sleepily promised. "Everyone's okay… I'm okay, Torao. I'm not gonna die today."
Law lowered his head a bit, letting his forehead rest against Luffy's, and closed his eyes. "You damn well better not," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Not after all the effort I've put into keeping you alive."
"Shishishi," Luffy's soft laugh made his chest bump slightly against Law's with each intake of breath. He smiled, closing his eyes. "I knew I wasn't gonna die. I had you and Chopper!"
Law's lips quirked in the smallest of smiles, and he took a deep breath, drawing back enough to open his eyes and look back down at Luffy. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't gather the nerve to speak the words. "How are you feeling?" he asked instead. "Aside from 'hungry'."
"I'm really tired. I don't wanna move," Luffy admitted. "Sanji's really making me food, right? Sanji's food is the best."
"Yes, he's really making food," Law murmured, though he seemed distracted by his own thoughts again. It was normal, he told himself, for Luffy to be tired after what he'd been through. But he couldn't stop the irrational fear that if Luffy went back to sleep, he might not wake up again. Not when all he'd been able to think about moments earlier was the moment when he'd realized he was losing Cora-san forever. It had blindsided him then - and letting his guard down now could lead to being blindsided again.
"Good," Luffy nodded, satisfied by that answer. He opened his eyes to look at Law for a few moments, and then his grip tightened on Law's shirt. "You're still worried, but I'm right here, Torao. I can't promise not to die… but for now, I'm right here."
Law's eyes burned, and he couldn't stop himself from bringing his hand to the one that was gripping his shirt, as if by touching he could reassure himself the rest of the way. "Can you just… stay awake awhile longer?" he asked quietly. He didn't question how Luffy had known what was worrying him, and if Luffy was going to keep acknowledging it - well, there was no harm in asking for the one thing that would reassure him.
Luffy smiled again. He was exhausted, sore, and all he really wanted was to eat a mountain of meat and fall asleep… but he didn't want to worry Law, either. "Okay."
Law let his hand linger on Luffy's for a moment longer, returning his smile with a strained one of his own - and then realized just how close they still were. He felt his face heat up and he started the pull back, intent on locating a chair that he could pull up to the side of Luffy's bed. He had to double check the monitors, after all… just to be safe.
Luffy tugged Law close the moment he tried to pull away, holding him there for several moments and tilting his head just slightly, an innocent move that any onlooker could have viewed as an accident. Something unintentional.
But the slight brush of his lips against Law's had to have been deliberate as he held him firmly in place. His grip was tight enough to convey that he didn't want Law to leave, but if Law wanted to pull back, Luffy wasn't going to stop him. It only lasted a brief moment before Luffy released Law and offered a wide smile once they parted. "Don't go far. I have to stay awake, so you have to stay close."
Law stared down at Luffy, eyes wide with shock. Shock that lasted only the briefest of moments before he found himself smiling again - a far less restrained, less uncertain smile than before. "I won't," he promised. As he drew back and straightened up, he could still feel the featherlight touch of Luffy's lips on his own. That one action had distracted him from the fears and anxieties that clawed at the back of his mind, rooted deeply in his heart to strike when he felt vulnerable, and while it wasn't enough to completely ease them, it was enough to push them back for now.
True to his word, he only went as far as the corner of the room to retrieve a chair before, planting it firmly next to Luffy's bed so that Luffy wouldn't have to move much to reach him. He took Luffy's hand again, curling his fingers around it securely, and Luffy wrapped his hand just as firmly around Law's, smiling the entire time.
Could i request platonic Acelu for the 27th soulmates prompt? not sure if i requested that right, but thats the "you can transfer your soulmates injuries to yourself" prompt.
Thank you for the request! Platonic ASL love under the cut ♥ (We fking love soulmate AUs)
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Sabo sat in the dim alleyway, tucked far enough back that no passing pedestrian would notice him if they just happened to pass by and glance down it - not that they ever would. Most people went about their days without ever so much as glimpsing into one of those shadowed passages, and that was one of the reasons they made such good hiding spots and meeting points for anyone who didn’t want to be noticed or found.
He was perched on the edge of a pile of old crates, arms crossed over his chest as he glanced furtively towards the alley’s only entrance. He’d been there for nearly half an hour now, he estimated, and his stomach was twisted into nervous knots. It had taken him almost ten minutes on his own to reach their meeting spot, and he hadn’t expected to be the first one there. He’d taken off as soon as he’d finished with the distraction he’d caused, but Ace and Luffy should have been long gone with their spoils by that point. So where in the world were they?
It was at that moment the other two boys came crashing into the alley, winded and carrying two bags a piece. Ace’s hair was damp from sweat, his shirt ripped and a harsh scowl on his face. It was impossible to tell Luffy’s condition, as Luffy took two steps and immediately fell on his face, spread eagle and panting as he tried to catch his breath. Both of his forearms were covered in bandages.
Sabo’s eyes widened, and he leapt off of the boxes, landing nimbly on his feet and dashing over to the two of them. “Where have you been?” he demanded, somehow remembering to keep his voice down at the last minute. “I’ve been waiting here for thirty minutes!”
“We ran into trouble,” Ace snapped, tossing his bags to the ground. He didn’t immediately rush to Luffy’s aid, which meant he was angry with their youngest brother. Even more troubling was the fact that despite his disheveled state, Ace didn’t have a single scratch on him.
Sabo quickly knelt next to Luffy, glancing briefly at Ace and noting his demeanor and ripped clothes before turning his full attention back to their little brother. “Trouble?” he repeated. “What kind of trouble?” He reached out for Luffy, gathering him up into his arms and turning him so that he wasn’t face down anymore.
“The kind that makes idiots act without thinking,” Ace snapped, making his way to the boxes and sitting down to catch his breath.
“I’m not an idiot,” Luffy protested, pouting over at Ace. He looked up at Sabo, a bandage at the corner of his mouth and some showing under the collar of his shirt. “Tell Ace he’s being mean to me.”
“Tell Luffy to stop acting on his own like a selfish little brat!” Ace practically shouted.
Sabo’s throat tightened at the sight of the bandages - clearly treating the injuries had been part of their delay, not just the trouble they had found themselves in. “Start from the beginning,” he instructed, holding Luffy as he looked over at Ace. “Tell me exactly what happened after we split up.”
“We nearly got caught,” Ace muttered, shoving his hand into his hair. “We had to run down Julep Street.”
“Ace broke a window so we could hide,” Luffy added, sitting up now and pouting at Sabo. “He got hurt.”
Ace scowled even harder. “And as always, Luffy didn’t listen to me. So I had to steal some bandages from the drugstore and patch him up before we came here.”
Sabo let out a sigh, shoulders slumping slightly, though he felt a rush of relief - he hated the thought of either of his brothers being hurt, but it could have been a lot worse. “Yeah, I had a feeling that was what had happened,” he said.
It wasn’t the first time this type of situation had occurred. Ever since Ace and Luffy had discovered that they were soulmates, they’d had a habit of taking each other’s injuries - and usually wound up doing it without asking permission first. Since neither of them wanted the other to be in pain, it led to a lot of aggravation and arguing. It was easier whenever Ace took Luffy’s injuries - because Luffy was easier to distract and placate - but when Luffy took Ace’s, the frustration and helplessness from seeing Luffy injured and being unable to do anything about it caused Ace to lash out in anger.
Since this had started happening Ace had tried to make a conscious effort not to get hurt, but the nature of the lives they led made that impossible to completely avoid. Especially with Ace’s bad habit of never running from a fight, and often acting recklessly if he thought he was protecting his brothers. It resulted in Sabo having to be the one to step up and take care of Luffy during moments like this, simply because Ace would just keep pushing Luffy away for as long as he felt guilty over getting hurt and Luffy taking his injuries.
Luffy’s lower lip quivered, and then he was throwing his arms around Sabo and hugging him. “Ace is stupid,” he mumbled.
“I heard that,” Ace growled. “Let’s just get out of here before it starts raining. The last thing we need is one of us getting sick, too.” He leaned down to scoop up the bags, knowing Sabo would pamper and carry Luffy all the way back to their hideout.
Sabo nodded, then gathered Luffy up into his arms - Luffy would have latched onto him with both arms and legs if he’d just tried to stand. Fortunately, his brother was still small and slender enough that Sabo could pick him up with ease. “Try not to move too much, Luffy,” he reminded him. “It’ll just make it hurt more.”
“Okay,” Luffy agreed, latching on with only his arms. “You’re always so much nicer than Ace.”
Ace clenched both fists, but he didn’t say anything in response as he started down the alley. Though they knew the way to their hideout by heart - from almost any location in the city - he still preferred to get there before it got dark.
Sabo tightened his arms slightly around Luffy, giving him a hug as he followed after Ace. “You know he doesn’t like it when you take his injuries,” he murmured. He knew that Ace would do anything for Luffy - and Luffy, likewise, would do anything for Ace. Neither of them ever hesitated to take away the others’ pain; it always came down to whoever got hurt first. The difference was simply that Luffy didn’t understand why Ace would insist on taking away his pain when he felt like he could handle it on his own, and Ace would blame himself for getting hurt whenever Luffy took his.
“But he was hurt,” Luffy protested, looking up at Sabo with an earnest expression. “I don’t like it when Ace is hurt. And I’m okay!” His lower lip quivered again, eyes averted as he attempted to lie. “I’m strong. I-It doesn’t even hurt…”
“I know,” Sabo said with a smile, knowing full well that Luffy was in pain and trying his hardest not to let it show. Going along with it was the least he could do, because he knew how important it was to Luffy to be strong for Ace. “He doesn’t like it when you’re hurt, either. You two are really alike, Luffy.”
Luffy let his head rest on Sabo’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “But I really don’t like it when Ace is hurt,” he protested, only mildly placated by hearing Sabo agreeing with him.
“You two hurry it up!” Ace called over his shoulder. They were still a good fifteen minutes from the most recent hole in the wall they called ‘home’, and it was unlikely Ace would calm down until they were safely hidden within it.
“We’re coming!” Sabo called back. Once Ace calmed down he knew that things would be okay between him and Luffy, so the sooner they could get back to the hideout the better. He tucked Luffy in close to his chest, and hurried after Ace.
By the time they reached their hideout, what had started as a light drizzle had turned into a heavy rain. Ace held the door open for them, pushing it shut and propping a loose board against it in case the wind picked up once they were inside.
“Damn it,” he swore, shaking his head and sending water droplets everywhere. “I was hoping it wouldn’t start raining until after we got here.”
Sabo carried Luffy to the area that they’d designated as their bedroom, which was really just a corner of the hideout that was piled with various blankets that they’d scavenged. He settled Luffy onto it, then gathered up some of the less moth-eaten ones and carried them over the door to start covering it with them to keep out the wind and rain. They’d be able to wrap the rest around them, and blankets with holes were better than no blankets at all.
Ace set the bags down and moved to help Sabo, snagging the blankets on some of the nails jutting out and leaning a few more boards against it. While they worked on that, Luffy reached out to turn on some of their lanterns. Stealing batteries was easy enough, so no one complained whenever Luffy decided to have the lights on.
There were five lanterns in total, designed to emulate real flames. They had a variety of other nifty gadgets to help offset the fact that their home was literally an old storage room in an abandoned building that could be demolished as soon as someone wanted to build on that spot. Luffy’s favorite was a toy reindeer that wiggled from side to side, which he picked up to hug while he watched his brothers.
“That should do it,” Ace sighed, wiping his forehead. “At least our clothes didn’t get too wet. Let’s eat.”
“Food!” Luffy agreed, eyes lighting up. “Sabo, we got all kinds'a good food! We even got cookies!”
“And a bunch of other junk food,” Ace agreed. “We got some fruit, too. Ya know, since you insisted we needed some,” he said, shooting Sabo a look.
Sabo just flashed a grin at Ace, moving to settle down on the bedding next to Luffy. “Good,” he said. “Let’s start with that fruit then, since the junk food will keep longer.” It was the same thing he insisted on every time they stole something that was actually healthy, because if he didn’t he knew both Ace and Luffy would immediately gravitate towards the junk food and nothing else.
Ace shrugged and made his way over, tossing the bags down and sitting on Sabo’s other side instead of next to Luffy. Luffy’s face fell at the obvious snub - he always sat between both of his brothers - but he tried to hide it by reaching into the bag and pulling out an apple.
He waited to bite it, squirming impatiently. It was tradition that they waited for each other to eat, and even though Luffy always seemed to be hungry, he managed to wait for his brothers every time.
Sabo made sure that Ace made his selection from the bag before he did, taking an apple for himself. He honestly didn’t mind whether or not Luffy started eating first, but they’d started the tradition in order to keep Luffy from eating half of their spoils before he and Ace had been able to help themselves.
“Go on, Luffy,” he said, giving him a smile. He could see how impatient Luffy was, and there was no reason to make him wait any longer than absolutely necessary.
Luffy had the entire apple in his mouth before Sabo finished speaking. Ace scowled and reached behind Sabo to smack Luffy on the back, forcing him to spit it out.
“Don’t choke on your food,” Ace scolded.
“Ow!” Luffy protested, staring up at Ace with large eyes. “That hurt!”
Ace scowled, getting up and heading back to the door to eat his apple. Wounded, Luffy picked his back up and started taking bites - huge ones, of course - though he didn’t seem to be enjoying it.
“Ace,” Sabo hissed, shooting a look at his brother, who pointedly ignored him. He knew why Ace was acting this way towards Luffy, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed seeing it happen. He sighed and shook his head, then reached over and ruffled Luffy’s hair lightly, trying to comfort him. It was frustrating; Ace got upset like this when Luffy took his injuries and got hurt, but his attitude towards Luffy was hurting their little brother more than those injuries ever would.
Luffy looked up at Sabo, apple juice dripping down his chin as he finished his food to the core. “Sabo,” he mumbled in a hushed voice. “How do I make Ace not mad at me again? I don’t like it when Ace is mad at me…”
Sabo wrapped his arm around Luffy’s shoulders and gave him a sideways hug. “Just give him a little time,” he said softly. “Ace’ll stop being mad as soon as he feels like he’s able to do something for you.”
Luffy pondered this, wiping his face with his sleeve. He looked over at Ace, then at Sabo. “As soon as he can do something for me…?” He frowned, then started to nibble at his apple core, which he intended to eat anyway - and then abruptly bit down with more force than necessary, biting two of his fingers hard enough that they began to bleed. He dropped the core into his lap with a yelp of pain, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Luffy!” Ace came rushing back to his side, kneeling down and grabbing his hand. “You idiot! Did you bite yourself?!”
“It-it doesn’t hurt!” Luffy protested through his tears.
Sabo’s eyes widened, and he nearly dropped his own apple - he couldn’t believe Luffy had just bitten himself on purpose. He was sure that was what had happened, too; Luffy had eaten food twice as fast as that before, and he’d never accidentally bitten his fingers. Especially not hard enough to draw blood.
As soon as his shock registered, though, Sabo wondered just exactly why he was surprised by this - he’d just told Luffy that Ace wanted to do something to help him, so of course Luffy would create an injury that Ace would have to take away from him, just to try and make Ace feel better. Nevermind that Luffy was seriously hurt - that wasn’t important to his little brother. All that mattered to Luffy was how Ace felt. And Ace, being Ace, had immediately snapped himself out of his mood to rush over and see to Luffy.
Sabo absolutely loved his brothers.
“Idiot,” Ace chided again, his voice softer this time. He held both of Luffy’s hands in his own, and while he couldn’t do anything about the wounds underneath all the bandages showing on Luffy’s wrists and forearms, the bite marks on Luffy’s middle and pointer finger transferred over without delay. Ace hissed, but Luffy pulled his other hand away and fumbled for the bandages they’d stolen, intent on patching Ace up the way Ace had patched him up.
“I’m sorry I bit myself,” Luffy apologized, clumsily wrapping the white bandages around both of Ace’s fingers - essentially tying them together.
“Just try and be more careful when you eat,” Ace told him sternly, allowing his hand to be wrapped up as messily as Luffy wanted. A light blush dusted his cheeks, his eyes averted, and then he was scowling at Sabo as if daring him to comment on how flustered he was by Luffy’s care and attention.
Sabo simply met Ace’s scowl with a smile - it was tempting to tease him, but he decided that, just this once, he’d let it pass. Besides which, Luffy was in the room, and if Sabo did start teasing Ace about it then Luffy might do something that would only make it worse.
Instead, Sabo just turned his attention to Luffy. “You’re doing a good job wrapping those bandages, Luffy,” he praised him. They were actually kind of a mess, but he knew Luffy had been trying to get better at it, because he was determined to take care of Ace himself whenever Ace had to take his injuries. As messy as they were now, they were better than they’d been before.
Luffy’s eyes lit up. He worked a little faster in his excitement, then raised his head to stare at Ace with hopeful eyes.
Ace sighed, meeting Luffy’s eyes and offering a rare, gentle smile. His other hand came up to brush Luffy’s hair back. “Thanks, Luffy. You should finish eating now. Carefully.”
Luffy nodded, releasing Ace’s hand and digging in the bag again. He pulled out a bag of cookies, tearing it open.
Ace pulled back, eyes flickering to his hand as he studied the shoddy knots and loose bandages. His fingers weren’t bleeding badly enough for him to feel the need to redo it yet, but once Luffy fell asleep, he’d have Sabo help him with disinfecting and fixing it.
Sabo smiled in understanding - it was easy to figure out what was going through Ace’s mind then, and it wouldn’t be the first time that he’d redone Ace’s bandages after Luffy had fallen asleep. Luffy always meant well, but his enthusiasm wasn’t always effective.
They lapsed into companionable silence then, busying themselves with finishing off the food that they weren’t going to save until later - which meant that they had to physically stop Luffy from eating the rest of it, because he would have gladly helped himself to the rest of their stash.
“It’s probably gonna rain for a while longer,” Ace observed once he’d finished packing away the rest of the food. Luffy’s eyelids were drooping, hands folded over his full belly. It wasn’t often they stole enough to feel full after one meal, and the sight had Ace smiling - even with the visible bandages where Luffy had taken his lacerations from the broken glass. He made his way back over and sat down, opening his arms.
Luffy readily climbed into his arms and hugged him, snuggling close. “Ace, I like it when you’re not mad at me.”
“I know,” Ace sighed, rubbing his back. “But I’m always mad when you’re hurt, Luffy.”
“Are you always mad at me?” Luffy pressed, his voice small.
Ace hesitated, then shook his head. “No. Not always.” He glanced at Sabo, silently asking if he should say something else for Luffy’s sake.
Sabo met Ace’s gaze and nodded encouragingly. Ace was on the right track - reassurance that he wasn’t mad at Luffy was what Luffy needed. It would help, because that was what Luffy was the most worried about. He would be able to handle Ace’s anger as long as he knew that it wasn’t aimed at him.
Ace swallowed at Sabo’s reassurance, tucking Luffy closer. “I’m mad at me.”
“Ace is mad at Ace…?” Luffy echoed.
“When you get hurt, I can take your pain away,” Ace continued - and this time he had to look away from everyone, closing his eyes. “It’s the one thing I can do for you. You’re my little brother, Luffy… and when I get hurt, it’s because I’m protecting you. If you take those injuries, then it means I can’t even do that. That’s why I get so mad, Luffy… me and Sabo, we care about you more than anything. So it hurts us more if you’re hurt, okay?”
Luffy didn’t seem happy about that. His posture radiated his displeasure and he was incredibly tense. Then, all at once, he relaxed and burrowed closer in Ace’s arms. “Okay.”
Ace’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Okay?” he echoed.
“Okay?” Sabo repeated as well, staring at Luffy. He’d hoped Luffy would understand what Ace was trying to tell him, but he hadn’t expected him to just… accept it like that.
He also couldn’t believe that Ace had actually admitted all of those things. He’d hoped that Ace would open up, but he hadn’t expected it to be that quickly, or that much.
“Okay,” Luffy said again. “I understand. I didn’t know I was hurting Ace more when I took his pain. I thought I was helping, but if it hurts more, that’s not helping. I thought Ace didn’t want me to take his pain because he thought I was weak. But I’m strong!”
“Luffy,” Ace murmured. He pulled back just enough to look Luffy in the eye, keeping his hands on Luffy’s shoulders. “You are not weak. You’re an idiot, and you’re stubborn, and you can be such a pain in the ass…” His grin was crooked and playful as Luffy pouted up at him. “And you’re strong. Our strong little brother.”
Sabo grinned, watching the two of them affectionately. “Really strong,” Sabo added, just to make absolutely sure that Luffy knew it was a sentiment that they both shared. He reached out and playfully ruffled his hair, the look that he gave both of them full of warmth.
Satisfied, Luffy twisted to smile at Sabo, then went back to burrowing in Ace’s arms. He started snoring almost instantly, which had Ace shaking his head with a rueful smile. One of Luffy’s arms flopped over him, and the sight of the bandages there had Ace’s stomach curling with guilt again. His hand came up to skim over those bandages, recalling where each cut had been before Luffy had stubbornly taken them. It frustrated him to no end that a wound could only be transferred once - that the moment Luffy took his pain, he was stuck with it.
“Do you really think he’ll stop taking my injuries?” Ace asked, moving his hand to rub Luffy’s back again.
“I think he’ll try,” Sabo said, smiling softly at them both. “And he’ll probably succeed with anything minor, but if you’re ever seriously hurt I doubt he’ll be able to stop himself. He cares about you too much for that.” His smile dimmed, his expression growing more serious. “So that means you’re going to need to promise to be more careful, Ace. To stop being so reckless all the time.”
“I will if you promise me something too,” Ace said, holding his hand out for Sabo to fix. The bandages were tight enough to hurt, but he’d dealt with it for Luffy’s sake.
“What?” Sabo asked, reaching out to take Ace’s hand. He began unwinding the bandages, while rummaging through the supplies Ace and Luffy had stolen to find the disinfectant.
“If I ever get hurt… like really bad…” Ace murmured, watching Sabo work. They always tried to keep first aid supplies on hand, but with how often they found themselves injured, it was difficult. “If I’m ever dying because of an injury, you have to stop Luffy from taking my place.”
Sabo swallowed hard at that, because the thought of either Ace or Luffy being in such a situation made his heart ache. It was his worst fear, to lose his brothers like that. But that was the only thing that made him pause for a moment, because the actual promise was easy enough to make. If Ace was dying, and Luffy took his place, Ace would never be able to forgive himself. Sabo would end up losing two brothers, not just one.
“I promise,” Sabo said, pausing in what he was doing to look Ace straight in the eye. “I promise.”
Satisfied, Ace nodded, holding Sabo’s gaze. Then he grinned. “I don’t plan on dying any time soon, so don’t look all serious and Sabo-like,” he teased. He looked back to Luffy. “I’ll try not to get mad the next time he takes one of my injuries.”
Sabo managed a strained, but sincere smile. “The key part of that being the word ‘try’,” he teased back. “But I know you’ll do your best. And if you do get angry, then I’ll be here.” A thought occurred to him, and he tilted his head to one side. “You know, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea if you let Luffy take some of your injuries - the ones you get from accidents. The minor ones. Then he can feel like he’s still helping you, but he won’t be taking any injuries you get while protecting him.”
Ace scowled at the thought of Luffy being hurt at all, but he had to admit, it made sense. “How about this. From now on, Luffy needs your permission to take an injury from me. I can’t make the decision, Sabo. I don’t want him hurt at all. But if you say he can, I’ll trust you.”
Sabo smiled, and gave a nod. “Deal,” he agreed. It made perfect sense, and it was a rule that Luffy would easily be able to follow.
“Thanks,” Ace murmured. “I guess I’m gonna take a nap too. Luffy’s not getting up anytime soon.”
“Go ahead,” Sabo said with a nod, having finished with redressing his injury. “I’ll stay up and keep an eye on things.”
Ace nodded, attention going back to Luffy as he settled back on the blankets and tried to get some sleep.
As today my birthday. It’s a little bit cliché, I would like a real detailed Fic about Ace’s birthday, that handle his issues! either when he was young with Luffy and Sabo, Dadan, Makino,deal with it being his mother's death anniversary, how to make it a happy day! Garp telling him about her/visiting her grave. Or While Ace in the Moby Dick, they try to throw a party for him, conversation with Marco about it. And some kinda celebration! Interaction with the crew. Maybe Luffy appearance! roseanne
Happy Belated Birthday, Roseanne!AO3
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It wasn’t often Ace found himself avoiding a party. Ever since he’d grown to view the Whitebeard Pirates as his family, he’d never had a reason not to attend. There was never a shortage of alcohol - not that Ace had a particular fondness for it after the “Flaming Christmas Pants” incident - and the food was on a level all its own. Sometimes, Ace wandered if Thatch had started cooking all his favorite dishes just to entice him to be more social.
There was some truth to the worry that he was keeping to himself. He hadn’t even been with the crew for a full year yet - but he honestly hadn’t hidden from a party or a social gathering before.
Until now.
It honestly hadn’t occurred to him before that becoming a division commander meant anything special for his birthday. He was used to a celebration at the start of each month for every crew member whose birthday fell in that month. The exceptions were the commanders - and of course, Whitebeard himself.
Until he’d actually arrived at the party, he hadn’t realized it was different from the last several monthly celebrations. The decorations had seemed less neutral and more to his liking, and the entire menu had hosted nothing but his favorite foods, but he’d initially chalked that up to Thatch’s whims and his own personal luck.
The giant cake with his name on it, however… that was anything but his luck.
He ducked his head and pulled his legs in closer at the sound of someone calling his name. He’d hoped everyone would be distracted enough - or at the very least, drunk enough - to overlook his absence. Thankfully, they only called his name a few more times before giving up and re-joining the festivities. As soon as the echoes of footsteps in the hall quieted again, he relaxed.
“Do you plan to hide in the infirmary until the party is over, yoi?”
Ace yelped, jumping. Reflexive flames danced along his arms and illuminated his cozy little hiding place until he flailed his way out. The supply closet he’d used as a safe place a few times when he’d still been trying to take Whitebeard’s head smoked a little in the aftermath as he crashed to the floor and landed at Marco’s feet.
The infirmary was dark - no one had been seriously injured lately and the party had drawn everyone to the deck - but Ace could still see the concern in Marco’s eyes from his position on the ground.
“We already cut the cake. Do they really need me up there?” Ace asked, averting his eyes. Even without looking he knew Marco was offering him a hand, It took a moment before he accepted it and allowed Marco to pull him to his feet.
“The party is for you, yoi,” Marco pointed out.
Ace shook Marco’s hand off, extinguishing the remaining flames on his upper arms. “I don’t feel like partying.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Ace hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Then you won’t mind talking about it, yoi.”
Ace sighed in defeat, but he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed. Not when he caught sight of Marco’s playful grin.
“We’re going to need a better hiding place, then,” Ace relented.
Marco inclined his head, leading the way out of the infirmary and trusting Ace to follow. The path to Marco’s room was surprisingly clear, and the only person who saw them happened to be drunk enough that he didn’t seem to notice or care.
When they reached Marco’s room, Ace pushed past him to jump onto the bed, plopping down like it was his own. A habit he’d picked up from Thatch. Marco sat on the desk with a wry smile, crossing one of his legs over the other in a casual manner.
“Do I have to coax it out of you, or are you going to start talking, yoi?” Marco asked after a few moments of Ace settling in and avoiding eye contact.
Ace sighed again, tucking his hands behind his head and getting comfortable. “It’s just… the party. It was really nice of everyone to want to throw a party for me, but it's… not really a day I celebrate. At least, I didn’t plan to celebrate it for a long time.”
“Why not?” Marco asked, tilting his head to one side as he regarded Ace. Ace certainly wasn’t the first person on the ship to not be thrilled about the prospect of a birthday party, but something about the way he said it told Marco that his reasons for it weren’t typical at all.
“I only celebrated it for my little brother,” Ace mumbled. “I didn’t tell you about him, did I?” His expression softened. “He’s three years younger than me. He ate up all the birthday hype when we were kids so he insisted we keep celebrating after-” he cut off, trying to disguise it as a cough. “After we celebrated his, I mean. Ugh… it all sounds so stupid when I try to say it out loud.”
Marco raised an eyebrow - he was pretty sure that wasn’t what Ace had been about to say, but he decided not to push it. He wanted Ace to open up to him, but he didn’t want him to feel like he was being forced to.
“Let me guess,” Marco said with a grin. “Your little brother’s the type of person who usually gets his way, even when he’s not trying to, yoi?”
Ace snorted. “He always tries to get his way,” he joked with a fond chuckle. “And I guess I let him. I’m his big brother, you know.”
“And that is what big brothers do for their little brothers, yoi,” Marco agreed with the wisdom of being an older brother himself. He smiled at Ace - just in those few brief sentences, Marco could see how much Ace loved this brother of his. “How long has it been since you last saw him?”
“A year,” Ace answered with a smile, a softness in his eyes that he’d never shown to his new family. “Just about, anyway. I set sail when I turned seventeen - he saw me off.”
“He didn’t want to come with you?” Marco inquired. That look in his eyes - it intrigued Marco, and he found himself wanting to see it more often. If that meant talking about this little brother, then Marco gladly would.
“Oh, he did,” Ace snorted. “But he’s just a kid. He doesn’t get to set sail until he turns seventeen too.” He sat up, grinning over at Marco. “You’d love my little brother. It’s impossible not to.”
“Here’s hoping I’ll get a chance to meet him then, yoi,” Marco said, returning Ace’s grin with one of his own. Then his voice grew soft. “So why is it that you were willing to celebrate your birthday for his sake, but not your own?”
Ace’s grin faded, but the fondness in his eyes remained. He pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged on the bed and leaned forward a little. “My birthday isn’t exactly a good day for me. But birthday parties made Luffy happy. He and Sabo always-” he abruptly broke off, looking troubled. “Ah, sorry… Sabo was our other brother. It was his idea to celebrate Luffy’s birthday even though we never celebrated our own, and after that… well, Luffy wanted us to have special days too. It made him happy thinking we felt as good as he did on his birthday. Honestly, though? We mostly felt happy seeing him happy. Does that sound stupid to you?” Ace gave a shy, boyish grin at the question, bringing his hand up to rest over his left arm.
Marco chuckled, shaking his head. “Not at all,” he assured him. “Remember, I’m also an older brother, yoi.” Even as he answered the question, though, he noted the change that had come over Ace. The fondness in him remained, but there was something more to it than that. He hadn’t missed the way that Ace had cut himself off after mentioning Sabo - or the way he’d immediately switched to speaking about him in the past tense.
Ace nodded, but then his smile dimmed. “Anyway, my birthday was always about celebrating for Luffy,” Ace murmured, looking to his lap. He hesitated, like there was something more to say, and for a moment his expression seemed so lost and uncertain. It passed before Marco had a chance to question him, and when he spoke again, it didn’t seem to be about the same subject. The sadness lingered, but it wasn’t as prominent. “Before I had that…” Ace lifted his head again. “Promise not to get all mushy or sympathetic?”
Marco looked at Ace, steadily meeting his gaze. “I promise,” he said, even as his heart clenched briefly at the sadness that lingered in Ace’s eyes.
“My mother died giving birth to me.” Ace looked back to his lap, fidgeting. “I never knew her or anything, obviously, but she died so I could live. I never saw a point in celebrating that.”
Marco’s eyes widened, lips automatically parting to respond - and then he stopped, remembering the promise that he’d just made about not getting mushy or sympathetic. Even so, it showed in his eyes - he could stop himself from saying the words, but there was no hiding the emotion itself.
He took a deep breath. “So that’s why you were okay with the idea of a group celebration for everyone, but not one just for yourself, yoi?”
“I’ll get over it,” Ace joked, forcing a small laugh and looking up. “I mean, it makes them happy, right? Thatch went to the trouble of making all the food I like and stuff… and I like the parties, I do! It’s just…” he smiled at Marco, strained. “I forgot how to celebrate for me.”
Marco’s expression softened. “No need to rush it, yoi,” he said. “No one’s going to fault you for needing a little space - these parties always wind up getting crazy anyway.”
“The last time I was this surprised by a party, I was eleven years old,” Ace recalled, his smile becoming less strained. “I never told Sabo or Luffy what day my birthday was, but they asked Dadan. My gramps told her since she was the one stuck raising us.” He chuckled wryly, shaking his head. “When I walked into the house that night, they’d put up decorations. Makino came up from the village to make food, and she’d even made me a cake. Everyone was celebrating me, and to be honest, I almost punched Sabo and ran because he didn’t stop it from happening. But…” Ace gestured helplessly, and this time his smile reached his eyes. “Everyone was happy.”
“And that made you happy,” Marco observed. It showed in the way Ace’s eyes shone, in the warm smile on his face - yet another expression that Marco would have liked to see Ace continue to wear. “So you continued celebrating together after that, yoi?”
Ace glanced away, smile fading again. “That was the only time we celebrated my birthday together.”
Marco looked at Ace for a moment, opening his mouth to speak and then hesitating. This was the first time that Ace had ever opened up to him about his life before the Moby Dick, and he didn’t want to push him beyond his boundaries - but at the same time, he wanted Ace to know that he could talk to him. He thought about it for a moment, and then took a leap. “Do you want to talk about it, yoi?” Marco asked softly.
“It’s been a really long time since anyone asked me that,” Ace chuckled, turning back to Marco. He seemed to internally debate on whether or not to speak about it - about something so private he hadn’t even told the Spade Pirates - but he felt comfortable, and Marco wasn’t pushing him. He was just listening, genuinely and without judgment. “Sabo died a few months later. He was murdered. We became brothers as a trio, but all of the sudden it was just me and Luffy. I was his only big brother. I was never as good at it as Sabo was, but we made it work. I still did my damndest to make Luffy’s birthday a special day, so he assumed we were doing the same for me… and I didn’t have the heart to deter him. So we celebrated every year after that.”
Marco felt a rush of undeniable compassion towards Ace as he spoke of his brothers, both the one who was still alive and the one that he’d lost. He’d had no idea that Ace had held something like that in his past, and his heart went out to him for it.
He didn’t say anything about Sabo, though. Ace had only mentioned him in passing, and Marco didn’t want to open up old wounds - at least not any more than he already had. “So after you left, you really didn’t plan on celebrating your birthday again, yoi?”
“Nope,” Ace shrugged. “No real point.” He fidgeted, then jumped up, dusting his shorts off and shooting Marco a sideways look. “But I guess there’s a point now, huh?” His lips curved into a cocky grin. “I mean, if everyone else wants to celebrate, that makes it worth it again.”
Marco chuckled, flashing Ace a grin. “All right, if that’s the way you want to look at it, yoi,” he said. He slipped off of the edge of the desk, standing up and looking at Ace. “But you know - you’re worth celebrating, too, Ace.”
He turned before he had the chance to see the look that would inevitably appear on Ace’s face at his words, a small smile forming as he headed from the room.
“Marco…” Ace trailed off, his eyes wide. A rush of warmth slid over him - something he hadn’t truly felt since his last birthday with Luffy - and then his smile was returning. He lunged forward, hurrying to catch up with Marco. It was still strange, still a little scary, but he was determined to try and enjoy his birthday. Maybe he couldn’t see the worth Marco was talking about, and maybe he wasn’t sure about the idea of people loving him the way his brothers had… but one day of pretending couldn’t hurt.
Unable to help himself, he leapt onto Marco’s back the second he was close enough, laughing. “Well, since it’s my birthday, maybe you should give me a piggyback ride back to the party.”
Marco had been expecting Ace to follow him, but he hadn’t expected Ace to tackle him like that. He didn’t stumble, though, taking Ace’s weight on his back without any difficulty. He looked over his shoulder, grinning broadly as he let out a laugh. “Well, I guess I could do that,” he teased. “It being your birthday and all.”
“You really do need to meet my little brother,” Ace told him, smiling broadly and wrapping his arms around Marco’s neck. “After he sets out, I want everyone to meet him. Everyone’s going to love him.”
“Looking forward to it,” Marco said, feeling a rush of warmth at Ace’s smile. “In fact, I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more than meet Ace’s little brother, yoi.”
Ace laughed again, letting his head rest on top of Marco’s. It was so easy to imagine, showing Luffy off to his new family and watching them succumb one by one. Especially Thatch. One bite of food and Luffy would lose his mind fawning over Thatch - and in turn, Thatch would lose his mind preening over the praise. He imagined Luffy bouncing all around Whitebeard and marveling over how big he was, or trying to break through Jozu’s diamond defense, or even playing with Rakuyo’s crazy sentient ball and chain flail.
He hoped it would come true someday - and maybe on someone’s birthday, so Luffy could experience the kind of grand party the Whitebeard Pirates like to indulge in.
“Oi!” Ace called when they reached the deck.
The chorus of cheers and people calling his name made his stomach flip with happiness and uncertainty, but he kept smiling.
“Ace!” Haruta came running, jumping right onto Marco’s chest so that the First Division Commander was sandwiched between the two of them. Both ignored Marco’s heavy, exasperated sigh. “We thought you ran off!”
“Who, me?” Ace teased. “No way!”
“Yes, you,” Thatch scolded with a playful smile, stumbling over with a rosy blush and a mug of beer in one hand. “C'mon, Ace! It’s a party!”
Ace looked at Thatch’s inviting expression, at Haruta’s bright look over Marco’s shoulder - and at the faces of all his brothers and sisters. They were smiling, laughing, waiting for him to join them, and the last of his tension drained away.
“Yeah,” Ace agreed, smiling wider. It was a party, and it was for him this time - and for the first time in a long time, that idea seemed okay.
send a number for a starter / drabble based off a specific soulmate au! most are taken from this list. feel free to add more if you want! (can also be adapted to fit poly ships!)
the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.
the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.
the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies.
the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.
the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.
the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.
the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.
the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.
the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.
the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.
the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.
the one where soulmates can heal each other’s injuries.
the one where only your soulmate can kill you.
the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.
the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.
the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.
the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.
the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.
the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives.
the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.
the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.
the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.
the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.
the one where you have a compass on your body that leads you to your soulmate.
the one where you have the date you’ll meet your soulmate on your wrist.
the one where you have the date your soulmate will die on your wrist.
the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.
the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.
the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.
One of the many adorable prompts you sent us ♥ Enjoy a subtle lawlu hinting (and try not to cringe at us glossing medical stuff because we don’t know medical stuff ilu)AO3
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The clinic was mostly silent. After all, the front desk had closed down over an hour ago, and almost every practitioner had already gone home for the night.
So of course, despite the fact that he was only a part time volunteer, moonlighting from his main job as a surgeon at a prestigious hospital across town, Law was still in his office.
It wasn’t that he had any work to catch up on or anyone he was trying to avoid. In fact, he knew he was pushing it. Lami was expecting him home soon, and even though there was nothing wrong with his car, Rocinante had texted him three times to make sure he didn’t need a ride. Still, it had been almost three weeks since the last time his after-hours visitor had climbed in through his window, and damn it all if he wasn’t worried.
Maybe it was a good sign. Law couldn’t keep treating the little delinquent - for free, at that - every time he got into a fight. The more Law validated his habits, the more he’d keep thinking there was nothing wrong with them.
No sooner than he’d had that thought did he hear the telltale scraping and bumping of the clumsy teenager climbing in through the window. They were on the ground floor, but his delinquent visitor happened to be on the short side.
“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble, Luffy,” he spoke the words in a neutral tone.
The answering giggle made his expression soften, even as he kept his back to the window and pretended to be organizing files. No matter what state the boy showed up in, he was always smiling or laughing it off. It was a struggle to keep from smiling back these days.
“Sorry, sorry! But I didn’t start it this time. Can you patch me up before I go home? My brothers’ll worry if they see me like this.”
Law sighed. He was tempted to say no - after all, he was trying to encourage Luffy to give up his delinquent behavior, and he wondered if his willingness to treat him so easily was simply enabling him. But he knew he wouldn’t. Law never turned him away. Wasn’t that the entire reason he was still there, because earlier that day he’d wondered if maybe he wasn’t leaving a little too early, if maybe Luffy had been showing up needing help and all he’d been finding was a dark room and a locked window? So he’d stayed, coming up with excuses and trying to convince himself that he wasn’t staying just because of one teenage boy with a penchant for getting into more trouble than any single person rightfully should.
And here Luffy was.
“Have a seat,” Law said, keeping his eyes on the charts as he shifted them around in the file cabinet, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’ll take a look as soon as I finish this up.”
“Okay!” The sound of crinkling paper indicated Luffy had taken his seat, but no sooner than he’d settled on the examination table did he hiss softly. “Please hurry, though. It hurts a lot, and I’m making a mess.”
Law paused, holding the files over the drawer as he processed what Luffy had just said. Making a mess? He usually only made a mess when there was… blood. He gave another sigh. If Luffy was bleeding, then he probably shouldn’t keep him waiting. So far Luffy had avoided any hospital-worthy injuries - and surely he’d actually go to the hospital if he needed that kind of treatment, wouldn’t he? - but it went against everything Law stood for as a doctor to put off treating any sort of bleeding wound. He slipped the file into the drawer and closed it, turning towards Luffy. “All right,” he said. “Let’s see what…” He trailed off as he looked at the boy now sitting impatiently on the exam table.
Luffy lifted his head to smile, his signature straw hat dangling from a cord around his neck. The front of his hoodie was completely soaked with blood, obvious bruises and scrapes on his face. He was slightly hunched over, hugging his stomach.
It was beyond any injury he’d ever come in with before - and the path from the window to where he now sat was smeared with blood.
Law’s eyes widened, staring at Luffy in shock and horror. This was the first time he’d ever seen Luffy injured to this extent, and it was worse than he’d expected when he’d first turned around. He cursed under his breath and hurried over to the exam table, grabbing the cart of first aid materials and pulling it over with him.
“Take your hoodie and shirt off,” Law instructed, though he was already reaching out to help him. He wasn’t going to be able to treat him without seeing the actual injury.
Luffy grimaced, but he didn’t argue. He had, after all, agreed to do whatever Law told him if he wanted Law to treat his injuries back when they’d first come to their little arrangement. It took some time to remove the hoodie because he kept trying to do it without removing his hat, but once both garments were out of the way, he plopped his hat back onto his head and looked at Law. His chest had several scrapes as well, bruises forming down his left side and abs, but the worst injury was a series of three gashes on his stomach, all bleeding profusely.
Law drew in a sharp breath, his eyes going to the gashes. The rest of the injuries could wait - he had salve for the bruises and he’d have to disinfect the scrapes - but the gashes were deep enough that they might require more than just stitches. He wouldn’t know until he cleaned them and took a closer look.
“Lie back,” Law instructed, placing his hand on Luffy’s shoulder and putting pressure on it to emphasize his point. His gaze remained on the gashes, and a surge of anger rose up inside of him. Delinquent behavior or not, Luffy was always trying to help people. That was how he got into the majority of his fights - standing up for others. And even after the fights were over, and he was coming for treatment, he was always smiling. The fact that someone had dared to injure him to this extent…
“Who the hell did this to you?” Law demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.
Luffy had allowed Law to push him back, wincing and gripping the fragile tissue on the examination table. He was clearly trying not to voice his pain. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I won. I just need to get fixed up before I go home.”
“Don’t worry about it?” Law repeated. “You’re bleeding enough that I can’t just fix this with bandages - I’m going to have to give you stitches, Luffy.” He pulled a clean cloth out of the supplies and began to gently dab at Luffy’s stomach, soaking up the blood around the gashes so he could examine them. Once he was satisfied that the wounds weren’t bad enough to warrant a trip to the emergency room, he set the gauze aside and moved to get Luffy something for the pain. He turned back to him, syringe in hand. “What did they use, a knife?”
“Three knives,” Luffy boasted, grinning through the pain. “But it’s okay. He didn’t hurt my friend.”
“No, he just hurt you,” Law muttered, but he knew that wouldn’t bother Luffy. It never bothered Luffy, as long as the person he was helping or defending was unharmed. “Hold still.” He pressed the syringe against Luffy’s arm, administering the painkiller without hesitation. He only needed to warn Luffy because the teen had a habit of moving around when Law was treating him; other than that he never flinched.
Luffy made a face at the initial shot, but once it started working, he relaxed and smiled, eyes glazing over. “I’m strong,” he informed Law. “I don’t like it when other people get hurt.”
Law’s expression softened. “I know you don’t,” he said, setting the syringe to the side and picking up his stitching equipment instead. “So what happened this time? How did you end up fighting someone with three knives?”
Luffy’s smile widened - due in part to the painkillers - and he immediately launched into detail about his latest exploits. He squirmed a little from enthusiasm, but Law was firm in holding him down to finish his work.
Law didn’t interrupt Luffy’s ramblings - it kept him occupied while he did his work, and all Law really needed to do was listen. And as he listened he found his anger calming; it was still there, but diminished, pushed back so that he could focus on Luffy himself. He worked steadily, deftly stitching up one gash, then the other two. Finally he tied off the last stitch. “All set,” he said. “But don’t sit up - I still need to put the bandages on.” He kept one hand on Luffy’s chest to make sure that he didn’t abruptly sit up - knowing Luffy, he’d try to jump right to his feet.
“Okay. But then I have to go home,” Luffy informed him with a big smile, eyes fluttering shut. “Sabo’s cooking dinner, and Ace doesn’t have to work tonight…”
“Then I’ll make this quick,” Law promised, his lips curving up into a small smile of his own. He took the bandages and affixed them into place, making sure that they were secure because he knew they were the only thing that would keep Luffy from messing with the stitches. It didn’t take him long to deal with the minor injuries after that - applying the salves, disinfecting the scrapes and bandaging the wounds that needed it - and Luffy never once protested or tried to get up.
Finally, Law finished and stepped back. “All right. How does that feel - is it uncomfortable?”
“Nope!” Luffy opened his eyes again. “You always make me feel better. Chopper said the stitches you did on my arm last month were really good. And Chopper’s gonna be a doctor, too! So I know he’s right.” He lightly pat his stomach, over the bandage. “I can always count on you, Torao. Thanks!”
Law felt a rush of warmth at Luffy’s thanks, which he quickly tried to cover up by turning to arrange his supplies, setting aside the used ones for sterilization or disposal. “Just try to avoid getting sliced up by another knife next time, alright?” he said, knowing full well that Luffy would do what Luffy would do, and that included getting more fights if that was what was needed to protect people. And Law knew that he would continue to keep his window open for Luffy to come to him when he needed help.
“Come on,” Law said, turning back to him. He reached out and brushed Luffy’s hair back from his face. “Let’s get you home.”
Luffy’s grin lit up his entire face. “Shishishi! Okay!” He leaned towards Law’s hand for a moment, which caused Law’s fingers to brush his cheek, too.
Law’s fingers stilled, and he looked down at Luffy for a minute before drawing his hand away. He needed to grab his keys, after all. “You know,” he said, glancing at Luffy again as he did so, “the next time you’re hurt that badly, you don’t need to climb through the window to find me. Call me - I’ll come to you.”
“Call you?” Luffy echoed. “I checked my phone, but your name’s not in it.” His response was so earnest and bright, there was no way he was messing with Law - he sincerely could not figure out how to call Law if he couldn’t find his name.
Law chuckled at that. “Let me see your phone,” he said, holding out his hand for it. “I’ll make sure that my name is in it - then you can get a hold of me whenever you need me.”
“Torao really is the best,” Luffy decided, reaching into his pocket to find his phone and hand it to Law. “You should call me too, if you ever need help. I protect my friends.”
“I know you do,” Law replied, and the smile that he gave Luffy was sincere and warm. It might be the primary reason that Luffy got hurt, but it was part of what made Luffy who he was. He picked his own phone up from his desk, and after a few pushed buttons, he had his number in Luffy’s phone, and Luffy’s in his. He slipped his own into his pocket and then handed Luffy’s back to him. “There. Take a look - my name’s there now.”
Luffy scrolled through the numbers, eyes lighting up when he saw Law’s name listed under ‘Torao’. He wouldn’t have known to look in the L section of his contacts. “Now I can call you whenever I need to!” He pocketed his phone, then tried to jump up off the table.
“Wait!” Law reached out, grasping Luffy’s shoulder with one hand and placing the other on his chest to keep him from completing that jump. “Careful. You don’t want to pull the stitches.”
“Oh,” Luffy lifted his head, looking up at Law with an unreadable look. His hand came up to cover the one on his chest, holding onto it. “Thanks. I wouldn’t want to ruin the stitches you did for me.”
Law looked down at Luffy, at their hands against Luffy’s chest. He didn’t pull his away. “Let me give you a ride home now,” he said. “Your brothers are probably wondering where you are.”
“Okay,” Luffy agreed - but he made no move to try and get up on his own. He was being mindful of his stitches now, after all.
Law released Luffy’s hand, then turned, crouched and leaned forward. He didn’t say anything - he figured his intention was self-explanatory.
Luffy wasted no time in climbing onto Law’s back and wrapping his legs around Law’s waist. He seemed to be supporting most of his weight with his legs instead of his arms, letting his head rest on Law’s shoulder. Almost immediately, he lifted his head and frowned. “My hoodie and shirt are still dirty…”
“I’ll have them cleaned for you,” Law said, straightening up once Luffy had a secure grip. “I have a clean shirt in my car that you can borrow in the meantime. It’ll be a little big on you, but it’ll fit otherwise.”
Luffy settled down at those words, closing his eyes. “Can I sleep now, Torao? I’m sleepy. I trust you to get me home.”
Law knew that he could find Luffy’s address in his phone, so he nodded. “Go ahead,” he said. “Leave everything else to me, Luffy.”
Satisfied with that answer, Luffy fell asleep in an instant. His hat slid off his head, resting by the cord around his throat again. He mumbled Law’s name - or at least his nickname - and smiled in his sleep.
Once he was certain that Luffy was settled, Law carried him from the room to the car, somehow managing to turn out the lights and lock up even with Luffy on his back. Then he headed for the car - after all, he’d promised to deliver Luffy safely to his brothers. There’d be plenty of time afterwards for him to track down whoever it was that had attacked Luffy and make sure that he never thought about going near him again.
Requests for mini ficlets/drabbles/tumblr fics are open! Please include the entire prompt and the pairing, since we reblogged like 50 types of prompts. Also please be patient, as we’re super busy crazy working girls who have solo projects we’re working on as well. ♥
So, I couldn’t find one of these that suited my tastes, so I made my own. Designed for fic, certainly good for RPing as well, maybe you could re-use it for art but idk, some of these would make very weird art prompts. Drop a pairing and a number in my ask, you know the drill!
1. First kiss
2. Last kiss
3. A goodbye kiss
4. A kiss given to the wrong person
5. A kiss that was never given
6. A kiss that was regretted
7. An underwater kiss
8. A “Spin the bottle” kiss
9. A steamy kiss
10. A shy kiss
11. A violent kiss
12. A playful kiss
13. A platonic kiss
14. A kiss to make up
15. A supernatural kiss
16. A kiss on the hands
17. A kiss on the cheek
18. A kiss on the forehead
19. A kiss on the nose
20. A kiss on the neck
21. A kiss on the back
22. More than one kiss
