cw for stalking, drugging, kidnapping etc.this is like under negotiated kink rather than outright noncon. it is like very dubcon that flirts with noncon.
i just like.
stalking to law is like an ultimate form of love. i think this is related to corazon—it’s in the act of relentless pursuit that law has come to define affection at its most basic.
ceaseless, endless, tireless effort. more than the work of being a medical doctor, i think what law values over medicine is the practice of diagnosis itself. how that, too, is a kind of chase to the final answer
ruthless, methodical, and most of all—unwavering in its intensity.
to love someone, to law in many ways, involves this level of constancy. this desire for him is more internal than external. law is not especially expressive as an adult. almost as a way of correcting his behavior from childhood, he’s become rather reserved. such reservations disallow him to becoming as emotionally vulnerable as he might like to be with you
in this context, there is also the years and years that law spent pursuing violence as a doctrine. corazon prevented him from losing himself to it, buts it’s clear in his efforts on doflamingo that this part of him festers somewhere deep inside. always itching to escape
all of these things and your relationship with law, one which is formed where you are pirates on opposing sides, is what creates your relationship.
there’s some impracticality to your relationship that sets it off. something prevents your relationship from stabilizing—likely differing crews or ways of life. something that makes you part ways a little sooner than you’d like
and it’s like, something inside of him shifts. at the very idea you’ll disappear. that one day the only other person to show him such love will die without his input all over, and law will have to let go.
somewhere along these lines, the clear end stops being clear. he enacts his revenges for corazon, but without a clear path - there’s nothing preventing him from become obsessive with something else. someone else
here is how i think it goes: you disappear, and law tracks you. finds you and hunts you until you’re in his sight again, cornering you with the intensity of him. and you slip away again, until there’s this gradual discomfort or sense of unease. at first it seems like a coincidence but that’s disproven by how often it happens. that law seems to be a vestige of your life, this haunting thing that comes to seek you no matter the cost
you make no effort to stop him. it becomes a game. how far can you go before law pulls you back into his gravity? how much do you bend before breaking? these kinds of touch-and-go interactions become so intense with time. law follows you to the corners of the earth like a man without sense and each time you see him after escaping—your heart pounds a little harder in your chest.
law is always stoic when you come in contact again. he’s good at remaining impassive. the fear lies in the precarious nature of it. the intense, insane effort it takes to run into you. all the things that needed to line up to make it happen and how blase he seems despite himself
it chills you and excites you, this pursuit. for your relationship with law is always every so slightly out of reach—you enjoy it. in a shameful, foreign way. of this obsession. when law comes to see you again and you see his visible longing, you find yourself more than willing to become his subject. this fucked exchange continues and law continues to escalate.
and i think with time, he likes to push through with captivity. he kidnaps you eventually. stows you away to have to himself, some childish part of him resentful he can’t have it all. he keeps you on his ship and ties you in the captains quarters. he makes use of your body. he defiles it with drugs and keeps you safe with him through his abduction.
but he always returns you. there’s always some ache in your cunt when you return somewhere on land. law never keeps you too long with him, no matter how much he desires it. it’s like hitting reset, like falling in love a hundred times over for law. he stalks you, he finds you, he ruins you—and he lets you go to start that same thing over again. it’s like some mutual understanding between you, unexplainable to anyone else. you always let him leave you where you have to be left, because you know law will always come find you
for law, stalking is the most ultimate act of love. to capture you would defeat its purpose. he always lets you go, and sees how close he can really get without ever having to say a word.
i think law has the kinky freak bastard capacity but truthfully the first time you have sex he’s shaking the whole time. like. he’s trying so hard it kind of makes you go ☹️. the way he’s staring at you when he’s fingering you like,, he is so loverboy
