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HI THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE THING I HAVE EVER READ IN MY WHOLE LIFE GEEZY CREEZY I’M EXPLODING LOGAN YOU JUST KILLED THIS PROMPT OH MY GOSH IM ACTUALLY MELTING

Day 10 - First Kiss

Mila belongs to @bloglophop, Grave belongs to @imveryyellow, Cornelia belongs to @frillsinadress, Iskra belongs to @skullfacedlady, Teume belongs to @discordantwritings and Marsh is mine

Tags/Warnings: Mila/Law, Mila/Marsh, Mila/Grave, Mila/Cornelia, Mila/Iskra, Mila/ Teume, kissing booth, this is just a little silly, first kisses, french kissing, height difference, teasing, praise, pet names, mild mature content Word Count: 2113

Mila had agreed to this only because her brothers had asked so nicely. They’d heard stories of how well loved MIla was across the Grand Line and through the blues, and had suggested a little game to earn some extra cash.

Pay for a kiss from Mila, just a couple of berri per kiss.

It was genius, if you asked Alfons, and was sure to make them a quick buck. So, advertisements were made and sent out across the globe, two weeks ahead of the event to give people time to travel - and travel they did. He stood in front of the booth, looking around the various people gathered just for his sister. A pang of something he didn’t recognise resonated in his chest, but he pushed that down. This was good for them, and he didn’t care how Mila felt about it. He didn’t.

With a den den in hand, Alfons announced the opening of the booth, with several of his brothers working to keep the line in order, collecting payments and handing out numbered tickets for the order of the kisses.

Mila sat in her little chair, shuffling nervously. She was antsy, interested to see who would come to an event like this - it was just her, after all, there was nothing special about it. Just a few kisses. Then the people started coming, and they seemed to keep coming. So many people that she’d delivered to over the years of her being a mail carrier, all here just for a kiss. She was a little blown away.

An hour in, she saw a face that she recognised far more clearly than the others. Marsh Linwood. He was a dear friend of hers, a safe place for her to go on her travels for some rest, or a clean change of clothes.

“Marsh.” Mila said softly, making her friend smile.

“Hey kit. Had to come check this out when I got the ad from the news coo. Looks like you’re making a pretty penny.” He said, taking a seat in the stool opposite the smaller woman, hands resting loosely in his lap.

“Guess so.” Mila said, still trying to force her brain to catch up with the fact that Marsh wanted to kiss her. Marsh.

“Well.. I believe I paid for a kiss.” Marsh prompted, reaching over the booth between them to take Mila’s hand in his own, rubbing the pad of his thumb gently into her palm to keep her calm and hopefully help her relax. Mila didn’t have any words to respond, rather just nodding her head. Marsh chuckled and shifted his chair to be closer to her rather than on the other side of the cute pink booth, his knee slotting between hers.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, voice just a whisper, his breath ghosting over Mila’s lips.

“Yes.” She replied, barely audible, yet her words were sure. Marsh closed the limited remaining distance between them and gently pressed his lips to Mila’s.

The first kiss was short and sweet, their lips only softly brushing each others, and there was a brief moment after where both considered the repercussions of moving in again. Then both discarded them. Marsh leaned in first but Mila moved faster, lips moving eagerly against each other, and soon Marsh’s tongue was in her mouth, hands moving over her body not so innocently. They parted again, softly panting, and Marsh smirking.

“I’d say that was worth my berri.” He joked, and a little disbelieving giggle worked it’s way out of Mila’s mouth. “Good.”

Alfons was rushing Marsh away after another moment, and the look Marsh gave the man was a promise of something to come, though none of the three of them knew exactly what.

A few more people passed through before Mila saw another friend. He hardly fit into the tent, comically bent down so that he wouldn’t ruin the decor or manage to rip a hole in the canvas. The chair was far too small for him, so instead he knelt down in front of Mila.

“Grave.” She said with a smile, still made nervous by him after all this time, but it was getting easier slowly. He didn’t say much, just regarded her for a moment.

“Did you agree to this?” He asked, which caught Mila quite off guard. “Oh! Yes. Alfons thought it was a good way to make some money for the family, so I agreed.” She explained, and Grave looked as if he wasn’t sure about her answer, but made no further comment. “They’re not charging as much as they should be.” He said instead, and Mila just shrugged. She didn’t really know what the value of a kiss was, just trusted her brothers to know what people would be willing to spend.

“You want a kiss?” Mila asked, to keep the interaction moving rather than him getting moved along before he gets what he came for.

“Uhm-” Grave coughed to clear his throat, then nodded rather than trying to speak. Mila smiled and giggled, leaning forward so far in her chair that she almost fell out of it, then one of Grave’s large hands reached out to steady her, and their lips gently brushed.

Grave flushed darkly, then pulled away, though Mila could see his embarrassment for what it was. “I’m going to leave now.” He said, awkwardly shuffling to his bent standing position. “Okay. I hope I see you soon, Grave.” The man grunted and didn’t reply, heading for the exit. Mila hoped that he enjoyed their kiss, even if it didn’t last for very long.

After Grave, came another incredibly familiar face. “Vice Admiral Iskra.” Mila greeted, slightly nervous to have her so close by when her brothers were just outside, and definitely vulnerable to someone as strong as her.

“Relax, little one. I’m here for what I paid for, I’ll leave your precious brothers alone this time.” The marine said, stalking across the room to gracefully lower herself into the chair provided, looking intently at Mila. Under her intense gaze, Mila withered slightly, fidgeting in her chair once again. Something about the Vice Admiral’s eyes made her feel unsettled.

“Well, you’re in the right place then.” Mila murmured, feeling stupid for what she’d said the second the words left her lips - of course she was, that was the entire point of the whole booth. 

“I’d certainly hope so.” Iskra licked her lips slowly, edging closer and closer to Mila with a predatory smile. For a moment, Mila was sure the Vice Admiral would just devour her whole. The brush of lips was not gentle as it had largely been before. Iskra dominated the kiss wholly, leaving no room for Mila to move or take control. Long fingers wrapped around Mila’s upper arm and rested on her thigh, taking and taking until Mila was sure she was blue in the face from lack of air.

Iskra separated from Mila with a smirk. She wiped some rogue lipstick from Mila’s lips then gave her a wink. She moved like she was a liquid, all her movements infinitely more fluid than Mila could comprehend, and then the Vice Admiral was gone, leaving Mila to her next paying customer.

A dozen more people passed by, all getting soft kisses from their favourite mail hare, and her brothers were celebrating the large bag of berri they’d manage to collect from the losers. One of two brothers hesitated, glancing at the flap that led to her, and wondered whether this was wrong. But they were pirates, weren’t they? Surely wrong is what they do. Yet, the weird feeling persisted.

Mila’s next familiar visitor was a certain fishman, who could only grin as he entered the tent, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers while the other rested loosely by his side. Just his being there made Mila flush, his cheeky smile sending a rush through her. He had always been just so damn charming, and she couldn’t help being just a little taken with him. Though, like with most people that had passed through, her desire to keep relationships professional had denied her until now.

“Well little bunny, looks like you’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation.” Teume commented, quickly closing the space between himself and Mila. He dropped himself into the chair set for him, but turned it so he could lean against the back of it rather than sitting as he should in it. It made Mila giggle softly, she just couldn’t help it. “Something like that.” She replied with a nod and a small shrug, it was so easy to lose her words in front of him. “I hate to think something so terrible, but really I just couldn’t help taking advantage of it. I couldn’t just ignore the little flyer we got, I just had to know what my favourite bunny tastes like.” He said, voice softer, smirk almost predatory, and Mila would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.

The day was slowly coming to a close and the amount of noise heard from outside Mila’s little tent was gradually decreasing, signalling the reduction of people waiting to feel the press of her lips. But, still there was noise outside, and so there was more to come.

A woman entered the tent next, and once she turned to face Mila she recognised Dragon’s personal assistant Cornelia. They’d become good friends over their limited interactions, and the thought that Cornelia would want to kiss Mila, not just Sabo? It made her little rabbit tail flick excitedly. Cornelia was just so pretty!

“Hey Mila - who got you doing this?” Cornelia asked casually, settling herself in the chair given for visitors. “My brothers, mostly Alfons and Felix.” She admitted freely, giving a small shy smile. There was no doubt that Mila hadn’t needed much convincing.

“Well, I’m glad. Sabo wanted to come too, but couldn’t manage,” she replied, and Mila nodded along to show that she was listening intently, “so I guess I’ll have to get my kiss, and his too, and I’ll give it to him next time I see him.” Mila’s eyes widened a fraction but she nodded eagerly. Who could say no to two kisses from Cornelia?

In the next moment, their lips were pressed together in a soft kiss. Nervous, hesitant, every marker for a first kiss between two people. It was sweet and gentle, everything you might want. They didn’t kiss for long, parting quite quickly, both flushing a light pink colour. “That was from me.” She said softly, the confidence she’d seemed to have on entering having dissolved away. Then, however, their lips met again in a more eager kiss, hands remaining placed respectfully on each other’s bodies, on arms and hips rather than breasts or upper thighs. Their lips danced together for a long moment, before they pulled apart for air. “That was from Sabo. I know from experience that he’s quite the gentleman when he wants to be. Not that you’d know that from the outside.” She added. They lingered for a moment longer, smiling and blushing, before Cornelia gave a quick and awkward wave and dashed away.

Finally, the voices had almost died out completely. One of the voices she could hear was clearly her brother’s, and he briefly stuck his head between the tent flaps to speak to Mila. “Last one. You’ve gotten through a damn good number of people today - just another day of it to go.” She nodded, hoping that tomorrow would be just as good as today had been. Everyone has been surprisingly respectful, and she’d been pleasantly surprised.

The final person to enter the tent was none other than Trafalgar Law.

“Hey Cottontail.” He said, his smile feeling something like home. Law and Mila were so far from strangers, legions from it, so much shared history between them and a deep set understanding. If soulmates were real, Mila was sure that Law was hers. “Hello Doctor.” Mila replied with a little giggle, gesturing to the seat in front of her. Law slinked over and lowered himself into it, sitting there with a comfort that said he’d been here a hundred times before, though it was his first time.

“I heard people were coming here for their first kisses.” He said, and Mila raised an eyebrow, unsure where Law was taking this.

“Sure have been. But this is far from our first kiss.” She said, smiling despite her confusion.

“It’s our first today.” He replied as he closed the distance between them, and then for the final time today Mila’s lips touched another’s, and this one just felt so right.

[bloglophop]

LOGAN. YOU KILLED IT. THERE ARE NO WORDS.

The Horrors

A little something something for @bloglop and her OC Mila once again

Word count: 2424

Tags/Warnings: Mila/Law, nightmares, hurt/smut, gag, rough sex, unprotected sex, half-shifted Mila, pre-negotiated somnophilia, overstimulation, breast worship, clothes destruction, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, fingering, breeding, purity/innocence kink, cum stuffing, small pregnancy kink

He should feel guilty about it, Law was sure. His perfect girl lay beside him, trying to sleep, but her body trembled and soft whimpers escaped her slightly parted lips - clear signs of a nightmare - and all he could think about was how close they sounded to her pretty moans and how perfect her lips would look wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t guess what she was dreaming about for her to be so visibly distressed, there were a few options. Of course he wanted to comfort her, he wasn’t completely devoid of morals, but he knew from experience that it was difficult. She wouldn’t want to talk about it, and there was only so many times he could rub her back and promise that he was there for her - it wasn’t going to take it away and it wouldn’t even necessarily make her feel better, just soothe her enough for her to go back to sleep.

A thought popped into his head that made his cock stir in his underwear. They’d talked about a lot of things when it came to sex, discussed what seemed like endless kinks and outlined what was and wasn’t okay, what they wanted to try. Mila had expressed an interest in something that until that moment had never crossed Law’s mind, and now he may just have the chance to fulfil that fantasy for her. Somnophilia. He’d tried to push it aside at first, unwilling to do anything she couldn’t consent to, and that had led to a conversation about pre-negotiated things, and blanket consent, and other similar things. She’d consented ahead of time, and promised that she’d always use her safe word if she needed it - which meant if he wanted to slip between her pretty little thighs and press his thick cock inside her while she was writhing in his bed, he could. She’d told him he could, been eager about it even. 

Law moved slowly to avoid waking her up, pulling back the duvet that protected them from the cold that often set in on the tang as a result of being so far below the water’s surface, then shifted across the bed, each movement calculated and painstakingly slow. He spread her thighs with practised care and gentleness, never would he want to hurt or scare his little leveret. Each time she twitched he paused, hesitating to avoid waking her. It wouldn’t be as fun if she woke up before he could work her open. 

Slowly, Law lowered himself down and ran his tongue through her folds in an experimental lick, her tail twitching slightly the only sign that she was reacting to his ministrations. She was always so active, reactive to his every touch on her body, and to have her laying comparatively very still sent a rush through him. Law licked through her folds again, getting her wet for him, eager to press inside her. He pushed his tongue into her hole, gently easing her legs further apart for better access. He just needed her nice and wet so he could fuck her properly. Her fluffy toes twitched, and it took all of Law’s strength for him to pull back. He wanted to eat her out, he loved her taste, but that would be more fun to do once she was awake and he could hear her moan, feel her thighs tightening around his skull. 

But, pull back he did. Law tentatively wrapped his hands around her knees and lifted her legs, inch by inch, careful to move as slowly as he could so as to not wake her. He’d never known Mila to be a particularly deep sleeper so to think that she could sleep so deeply in his bed spoke to how much she trusted him, or how exhausted she’d been - maybe a mix of both. Law tugged his boxers down just enough to tuck the waistband beneath his balls, not wanting to have to get up entirely to take them off, revealing his throbbing cock. It’d been a while since they’d seen each other, and he needed her so fucking badly - if it would help her then that was a bonus.

He lined up with Mila’s hole, then pushed into her slowly, taking just one long agonising thrust to fill her, bottoming out with a soft groan. Mila’s nose and tail twitched, her whiskers flicking against her skin with the movement. Law’s patience ran out the moment he pressed his hips against Mila’s and he couldn’t resist pulling out and slamming back into her, eager to fuck her properly like she deserved. Mila’s eyes shot open and she moaned, sounding equally pleasured and confused. “‘S okay leveret, ‘m here,” Law murmured, continuing to thrust into her, “looked like you were havin’ a nightmare, thought I’d take your mind off it.” And Law’s words only succeeded in making Mila moan again, raising her arms to wrap around his neck, sharp claws digging into his back to ground her in the moment. She couldn’t manage any words to encourage him, but she could moan loudly, almost louder than she normally would, her inhibitions not yet having caught up to her after such a startling wakeup call.

“Gonna have to gag you if you can’t keep it down, sweet thing. Can’t be waking everyone else up.” Law gently chided, and Mila whined, her mouth obediently falling open. If she wanted to be gagged, then who was Law to deny her? In a spur of the moment act of impulsivity, Law reached down and tugged at her underwear - once, twice, three times - and they tore from her body with a loud ripping sound. He balled up the fabric and shoved it roughly into her mouth, cooing all the while. “So pretty. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this, hm? Desperate for me the second you wake up.” Ignoring that Law was the reason for that. Mila whined softly against the gag, and with a smirk on his face Law continued his movements, slamming his hips into hers, eager to bring her pleasure. Nothing quite like an orgasm to make you forget why you were upset! 

In her still sleepy haze, it didn’t take long to make Mila cum, just Law’s thumb against her clit rubbing a few quick circles and she was coming undone on his cock, claws digging deeper into his back, foot thumping against Law’s ass as the feeling overwhelmed her. Law stopped then, for a moment, removing the gag so Mila’s jaw could relax and she could respond when he spoke to her. “You feeling okay? Seemed like you were having a nightmare.” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to Mila’s forehead while he waited for her to come down enough to respond. “Yeah, ‘m okay. Just wasn’t nice.” “You can still remember it? Clearly I didn’t do a very good job then.” He murmured, pressing his lips against Mila’s in a deep kiss, starting to thrust into her again, her pussy tighter following her orgasm. She drove him absolutely insane, and he’d do anything for her, which included fucking her over and over until she forgot why she’d ever been upset, even if staving off his own orgasm was incredibly difficult.

Law left one hand beside Mila’s head, holding him up while he fucked her, and the other he moved to her breast, taking her nipple and pinching it roughly, tugging at it and rolling it between his fingers to make her cry out. He stopped for just a moment to replace the gag, then continued playing with her nipple, eager to make her cum again. She’d have another two orgasms before she was allowed to go back to sleep if Law had anything to say about it. He kissed from her lips to her jaw, to her neck and down to her breasts, licking a nipple into his mouth to suck on it gently, the other nipple still pinched between his fingers, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He liked her best like this, moaning his name and unable to keep still, not still and silent. He loved the sounds she made and the way her perfect little body twitched and her back arched.

They’d been together for some time now, so Law knew her body well, to put it lightly. He knew just how to touch her to make her scream, which also meant he knew how sensitive she was after an orgasm and pushed her to a second one quickly, moaning lowly himself as her pussy clenched around him, almost making him cum as well. But this wasn’t about him, no it was about making his pretty little leveret feel good.

While she was still sensitive, Law pulled out, basking in the way she whined and clenched down on him, eager to keep him close and inside her. He quickly moved downward and shoved his face back between her legs, licking her throbbing clit to make her scream against the gag in her mouth. She was already overstimulated, but he wasn’t going to let her go just yet, he had a mission. He wanted to taste her properly, not just the leftovers from the two she’d already had. He pressed two fingers inside her with ease, tongue circling her clit, already more than familiar with just how to please his girl. His fingers curled inside her, pressing up against her g-spot as he pressed his lips against her clit to suckle at it. 

Law felt the telltale sign of Mila’s fluffy foot thumping against his shoulder blades, and her thighs tightening around his head. He pulled away for just a second to hiss in pain, the claws on her feet catching against the cuts she’d previously left on his back, but he ignored that. That was an issue for after he was done. 

He pushed a third finger inside her, and it wasn’t quite the stretch that he knew she got from his dick but it was close without the pain of adding a fourth, and continued his pursuit. He needed her to cum just as much as she did, eager for her pain-pleasure, for the way she sobbed above him and cried his name against the gag, so loud that even though she was muffled he didn’t doubt other people could hear them. He felt more than saw as her back arched, heels digging into his shoulders, and finally she came for him, coating his tongue. He lapped at her eagerly, desperate to taste her, more than he was for his own orgasm. It didn’t matter really, as long as his girl was taken care of.

Reluctantly, Law pulled away when Mila’s soft whines turned to ones of pain, her twitching more violent. He dropped onto the bed to lay beside her, pulling his girl into his arms to hold her, allowing her time to recover before he tried to speak to her. If he’d done his job, she wouldn’t speak at all, just drift back to sleep. There was a long moment where he was sure he’d succeeded, until Mila murmured a sleepy, “what about you?” that had Law swooning. “Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to make you feel good.” He assured her with a quick kiss pressed to her head. “You can.. Use me. While ‘m sleepin, if you want.” She mumbled, words half slurred as she yawned and fought off sleep. “I might just do that. For now, sleep.” He told her, his still-hard dick throbbing against her thigh, eager for his own release. He waited a few minutes to make sure she was truly asleep, not wanting to wake her again when she clearly needed the sleep. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take her up on her offer.

Once she was out, Law gently lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and lined himself up with her pretty hole, gently easing himself inside her so he wouldn’t blow his load immediately. He was so pent up after their time apart and fucking her like he had without any relief of his own, but he managed. He spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of being inside her, basking in the pleasure and the forbidden nature of what he was doing - given permission or not, she was asleep. This time it was different from before because he’d been intending on waking her, but now he was going to breed her while she slept, and he had a special surprise for her when she woke. 

Law started slowly, easing himself in and out of her gently, borderline reverent. Her body was perfect, and he didn’t worship it nearly enough - to think he was allowed to dirty her heavenly body with his seed, it was nothing less than the highest honour. However, his patience had long since run out, and now presented with the chance and permission to breed his girl properly like she deserved. He couldn’t continue with his agonisingly slow pace, quickly turning to quick but shallow thrusts, chasing his orgasm without restraint. It took no time at all, having been teetering on the edge of his orgasm more than once, and with a final thrust his hips pressed up against Mila’s and he filled her with his cum. He buried his head into her neck, breathing in deeply to take in her scent, his balls emptying inside her warm hole. He was sure he came more in that moment than he ever had before, and the thought that he should do this more often briefly crossed his mind before he got to work.

Law lowered Mila down to the mattress slowly, shuffling a pillow beneath her hips to angle them upward, then stood. He found a pair of her underwear in one of his drawers, and a panty liner in the bathroom. He added the panty liner to her underwear then eased them up her legs. With that done to help minimise mess, he found the diva cup she used for her periods whenever she stayed, and returned once again to her sleeping body. After the way he’d fucked her it didn’t take much to ease the silicone inside her, catching all the cum he’d left inside her, preventing anything from leaking out.

After all, she wouldn’t very well end up carrying his baby if he was so careless as to let any of his seed leak. Then, in the morning, he’d breed her again to make sure it takes.

Tags: @claryeverlarkf @uselessboots @cainnoable

[bloglophop]

“Beating the heat”

Kuzan x fem afab reader

A little trade with @skullfacedlady

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Content: NSFW/MDNI, cockwarming, face sitting, size difference, established relationship, smut and fluff, beach sex, unprotected sex, coming together

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Even the shade of your beach umbrella had done little to lessen the heat from the scorching sun up above.

Since he travelled quite a bit, Kuzan knew a lot of places across the Grand Line to avoid, but he also knew some such as this beach, where it was quiet, private, idyllic and clean. Just the two of you, surrounded by miles and miles of sand and sea.

You had no idea how long you’d been like this. Sweat dripped down your back, your front cooled by your boyfriend as you relaxed flat against Kuzan’s chest, practically lying down on top of him. His eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, and with all the still and quiet between you, one could have easily mistaken him for being asleep, if it weren’t for the way his thumbs were slowly rubbing circles over your hips.

If it weren’t for the occasional shift of his hips as he adjusted his cock, sunk practically up to the hilt into your pussy.

The world had dimmed into a hazy, comfortable blur. Kuzan’s powers were keeping you nice and cool, the only heat coming from the arousal that was knotted in your gut and the slick that was dripping out from between your thighs. He hadn’t even bothered to take his swim trunks off, just haphazardly shimmied them halfway down before guiding you onto his cock, getting you as close to him as physically possible.

Kuzan was a big man. It wasn’t exactly easy to fit him, but he was never impatient with you. He liked to sit you in his lap, liked to use his fingers first, stretching you out, drinking in your breathy moans and shudders as you ground yourself down against his touches, your hands impatiently wandering down to palm him through his clothing. Sometimes he’d allow it, other times, like today, he’d still your movements by effortlessly holding your wrist in place, kissing your jaw with a firm but gentle “Wait.”

Now as you lay there, feeling the comfortable stretch of his cock inside you, it was starting to feel like all you’d been doing was waiting. Not that it didn’t feel good- it felt amazing, the position and his touches sending languid waves of pleasure through your body, but as you blinked away the sleepy lull that had come over you from cockwarming him for so long, you were starting to need a little more.

Testing the waters by shifting your hips, you then began to slowly pull yourself up and down, gasping softly as your body adjusted to the new movement, feeling the way his cock throbbed inside you at the stimulation.

“Had enough?” Kuzan lifted his head. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know he was studying you from behind his sunglasses.

“Need more,” You huffed, swallowing thickly as you sank yourself down onto his cock again. Staying still and sitting with it inside you was one thing, riding him was another. You were lucky Kuzan wasn’t a particularly rough or spirited guy when it came to sex, because even now you could feel the press of his thick cock against your stomach and it made you shudder, your head completely clearing up from your previous tiredness as you slid your hips up and down.

Your movements encouraged a soft, low sigh from Kuzan as he dropped his head back against the comfortable beach towel you were on. You gazed at him, wetting your lips before speaking.

“…should I stop?” Your voice came out a little more strained than you meant it to. You were clearheaded now and desperate for some action, you couldn’t take another hour of small touches and gentle kisses.

“Nah.” Kuzan responded.

You had to fight not to get a little cross at his flippant reply, instead choosing to get playful, pressing a kiss and then a small nip to the crook of his neck before pulling back to look at him.

“Nah?” You repeated, quirking a brow at him.

“Nah. Just working myself up to do this.” Kuzan placed his hands on your hips, and in one swift movement lifted you all the way off his cock, bringing you to hover just inches above his face with your legs spread apart. The sudden loss of his stretch inside you had you gasping, your chest squeezing as you fought to regain composure, gazing down at his languid, hungry expression.

“This okay, sweetheart?” Kuzan inclined his head ever so slightly, a relaxed smile on his face.

“Yes-“ You nodded hurriedly, resisting the urge to push your hips down towards him. “Please.”

Kuzan didn’t hesitate, lowering you down close enough that you could feel his breath, hot against your soaked entrance, before licking a slow stripe up from your hole to your clit. You gasped, a shiver of relief and of need running through you, every subsequent lick of his making you keen softly. Glancing down at Kuzan you saw his eyes closed, brows furrowed softly in concentration as each slow movement somehow left you feeling more and more worked up than before he started touching you.

“Kuzan-“ You groaned, begin to squirm a little in his grip. “C’mon, stop- stop being such a tease…”

“Hm?” Kuzan raised his head from between your thighs, gazing up at you through his lashes. “Thought this was what you wanted?” The sound of his voice, so low and playful, sent heat pooling straight to your gut.

“I need more-“ You were aware of how strained your voice sounded. “Please, Kuzan, just- more, please.”

Kuzan pressed a kiss to your thigh, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.

“No need to beg for it.” He murmured. “Alright. Come here.”

Kuzan finally lowered you to sit all the way on his face, causing you to emit a soft whimper at the sudden proximity of his mouth to your soaked pussy. You could feel his tongue working between your folds, licking and sucking at your clit before turning his attention back to your hole.

“Ah- oh, gods-“ You gasped, your hands moving to dig into his hair, finding purchase so you didn’t topple or keel over in pleasure. “Feels good- ah- so good-“

Kuzan hummed in appreciation, the vibrations only further adding to the bodily pleasure you felt as he ate you out. His movements were slow, sloppy, languidly using his tongue on you, tasting your delicious moans and strangled whimpers. Your stomach began to feel tight and hot, grinding down against his tongue, pressing his face between your thighs as you approached your climax. Kuzan continued steadily, listening to your telltale gasps, rubbing his thumbs in circles against your hips as you got closer and closer.

“Oh, oh fuck-“ you stammered out, but before you could complete your sentence or your orgasm, Kuzan had lifted you up again, hovering you over his face, denying you his touch where you needed it the most.

“Kuzan- what-“ Your throat tightened up, staring down at him in disbelief and anger and sheer need as he held your shaking body effortlessly above him. Kuzan gazed up at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he ran his tongue over them, cleaning off the mess you’d made on his mouth.

“I was so close-“ You felt hot irritation welling up in your chest, humiliation at being denied for no good reason.

“Yeah, I know.” Kuzan interrupted, clicking his tongue. “So am I.”

In a swift movement he rolled over, pinning you with your back flat against the beach towel, his hands either side of your shoulders as you felt his rock hard cock brushing up against the inside of your thigh. Your breath escaped you momentarily as you gazed up at him, meeting his lidded gaze, eyes swimming with lust as they roamed across your body.

“Gonna make you cum with me, okay?” Kuzan bent down, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek, then lowering to press a kiss to your neck.

“Okay” You breathed, unable to hold back the small whimper that escaped your throat as you felt his tip pressing up against you.

“You’re alright” Kuzan murmured, pressing a few more reassuring kisses to your warm skin, his cold lips acting as a soothing balm. “You were taking it just fine earlier. Gonna go slow.” He glanced down, then back up to meet your gaze.

“Spread yourself open for me?” He nodded at you. Though you huffed at his laziness, the blatant and somewhat vulgar request had you flushing as you reached a hand down, using two fingers to hold yourself open as a guide.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Kuzan grinned, and with that, you felt him sliding into you, his cock stretching out your aching hole, perfectly filling you with the size you’d gotten from acting as his little lap toy just previously.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t overwhelming, though. His size still took your breath away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as he sheathed himself inside of you. You heard his quiet groan at the way you squeezed so perfectly around his sensitive cock, his gaze filled with heady arousal.

“That’s it…” Kuzan huffed, feeling your scrabble to wrap your legs around him, bringing him in even closer, feeling that same heat in your gut return as he began to move at a steady, lax pace.

“Ah-“ You let out a quiet whimper, feeling him get deep enough to press against your abdomen before pulling back and fucking into you all over again at a languid, sloppy pace. “It’s so deep-“ you breathed, looking up at him, your arms tightening around his neck.

“Too deep?” Kuzan murmured, his cock twitching with arousal at the sight of you stretching to accommodate him, struggling just enough with his size to toe the line between overwhelm and perfection.

“No, no,” You shook your head. “It’s so good, please don’t stop, I’m so close, god…”

“That’s my girl.” Kuzan hummed appreciatively. “Come on. You can do it.”

Whether you could or couldn��t, you were so close there was hardly any thought in the matter now, just desperate need as he began to chase down his own orgasm whilst bringing you closer to yours.

Kuzan sank himself into you over and over, his hips slowly beginning to stutter, movements finally slipping from relaxed to purposeful as he fucked you, exchanging kisses between ragged pants and gasps.

“I’m-“ You couldn’t help it, the orgasm that had been sneaking up on you for so long was finally right there and you were overcome with desperation. Digging your nails into Kuzan’s back, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “I’m so close, I’m so, so close” you practically sobbed, falling apart at his slow ministrations. All it took was Kuzan shifting his position, angling his hips a little steeper, his cock thrusting up against that perfect spot, and you were gone. Clawing against him, clinging to him, you squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned out a stuttered version of his name, feeling the way he continued to thrust into you through it.

Kuzan’s pupils were dilated to full as he watched you come, his usual sleepy expression sparking with rampant desire at your sweet noises and the way your pretty face contorted as you cried out for him. This in combination with the way your orgasm had you contracting, squeezing and milking his cock so perfectly, and Kuzan was gone.

“Fuck-“ He gripped your hips, grunting raggedly and pulling you as close as possible as he emptied himself inside of you.

“Kuzan- Kuzan-!” You were gasping, your head swimming with pleasure as you grappled with taking his orgasm whilst still coming down from your own. Your head flopped back against the beach towel, watching the way Kuzan’s lips fell open to emit gruff, breathless noises at the feeling of you around his thick, sensitive cock.

“Mm…” Kuzan hummed, gazing down at you. “That’s my sweetheart.” He leaned down, his body resting on top of yours, capturing your lips in a deep, cool kiss. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, and the notion made you squeeze involuntarily around him.

“Still need more?” Kuzan chuckled, pulling away to study you.

“No, no,” You breathed, reaching up to press your cheek to his. He was making himself cooler on purpose now, helping both of you beat the heat of the sun and the activity you’d just been doing together.

“Want me to keep it inside you?” Kuzan asked, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew exactly what you liked.

“Yeah.” You nodded, pulling at him to lie further down and cuddle you.

“Sure.” Kuzan submitted to your touches, getting comfortable as he lay practically draped over you, doing his best not to suffocate you under his weight. “Suits me.”

“You’re so flippant, honestly” You laughed, a small tone of chiding in your voice.

“What?” Kuzan shrugged. “I think it’d suit anyone to have their cock buried in your pretty hole whilst they take a nap.”

He paused, studying the way your cheeks got all heated at his words, before smiling as he leaned in to your ear to whisper

“Gonna fuck you again when I wake up, okay, sweetheart?”

You almost groaned. You had no idea how you were supposed to wait that long to have him again, but you agreed by giving him another deep, loving kiss.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

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“Could’ve, should’ve.”

@loganwritesprobably and I were discussing angst.

So I wrote angst.

Content between my OC Mila and Logan’s OC Marsh.

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Content: Protectiveness, drinking, angst, kidnapping, implied violence

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The knife of panic that had speared right through Marsh’s gut only continued to twist deeper as the evening wore on.

He was sick, he was raging, both at himself and at the world.

How did this happen?

How did he let this happen?

The events of the day replayed through a dizzying and blurry lens in his mind.

Marsh had known the place was a bit…dodgy. An underground market he had wanted to investigate for any leads on unknown devil fruit powers that he could add to his growing research.

He hadn’t expected- could have never even begun to anticipate this.

Marsh sat at his desk with his head buried in his hands. The crew had tried to be there with him, but he had demanded complete isolation with his dead eyed and determined look, so they simply waited around the ship until they could be of use, desperate to ease their crew mate’s suffering.

A glass of something strong- a potent, foul smelling scotch was lifted in a trembling hand to Marsh’s lips as he thought and thought and kicked himself at every made up, idealised opportunity to have done something differently.

He had just wanted to do something nice with Mila. Something not work related. Or rather, an opportunity to show her something to do with his work for once, beyond the occasional times he would interview and grill her for details about her devil fruit for hours on end.

Marsh wasn’t exactly sure when he had first realised something was wrong, but since then things had just gotten progressively worse.

He never should have taken Mila to a place he didn’t know very well.

He never should have let her let go of his hand.

He never should have let her look around unaccompanied.

Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve.

Because Marsh forgets, sometimes- he forgets who Mila is to the world. She’s too involved in politics to go unnoticed anymore, even delivering for admirals on occasion, but to Marsh?

He wants his kit to feel unburdened. Wants Mila to not have to think about all that when he spends time with her.

Today Marsh slipped up and wasn’t thinking of it, either.

She’s his girl to protect- even more so since she met Law.

Law.

What the hell was Marsh supposed to tell him? Everything he thought of sounded thick and inadequate. The words of a failure.

The desperate excuses of a scared little boy.

That knifepoint terror wormed in just a little deeper to his gut.

Back at the market, Marsh had heard Mila crying out.

He’d know her distress anywhere, but the crowd had been too thick, and he’d come hurtling into the secluded alleyway just in time to be too late.

Her hat with an ink blotted note was all that remained. Someone had seen her with him. Someone had planted this for Marsh to find.

A violence not senseless, but sensible. As sensible as invoking Marsh Linwood’s rage could be, anyway.

Marsh now turned that note over and over in his hands. It had given a time and a number. Cheap, nasty ransom tactics, making you call. Making you submit yourself to them.

He already knew the number by heart.

He was just waiting for the time.

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Four, five, six- on the seventh ring, the transponder snail finally went through.

Marsh was silent, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, folding his hands together and resting his chin on them. He steadied his nerves as he steadied his voice.

“This is Linwood.” Marsh stated flatly.

“You the one with Cottontail earlier?”

A woman’s voice, with a stuffy nasal accent that Marsh couldn’t quite place.

“Correct.” Marsh could hear his pulse in his ears. It was a fight to not start raising his voice, to start screaming down the line, demanding Mila’s whereabouts and insisting on her kidnappers slow and gruesome deaths.

“Cool. Want her back?”

The flippancy with which the woman was talking was fucking infuriating.

“Obviously.” Marsh spoke through a clenched jaw.

“Great. Works for us. What else, what else…” the voice trailed off, murmuring. “Oh yeah, assurance.”

There was a scuffling sound, some rustling and some noises that Marsh couldn’t quite place, until there was one noise that he would know anywhere, and it made his blood turn to ice in his veins.

It was Mila’s crying.

“Go on. Say something.”

Marsh heard the woman’s quiet urging in the background.

“Go on, he needs an incentive to come get you. Go on.”

Marsh was just about to interject, Mila finally, mercifully said something.

“Marsh…?” She croaked, voice strained with tension and exhaustion.

Every hair on Marsh’s body stood upright.

“Kit? It’s me-“ His fists clenched in his lap.

“Marsh-!” Came the small wail from Mila’s end of the transponder snail.

“Don’t be scared.” Marsh knew he didn’t have much time, he wanted to reassure her, wanted to be there, wanted to stain his hands with the blood of absolutely everyone involved in this. “I’m coming to get you, alright, I-“

“Marsh,” Came Mila’s voice again, plaintive and thick with tears, delivering the next sentence that would send Marsh’s adrenaline pounding through the roof.

“They’re hurting me.”

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I AM ABSOLUTELY FLOORED BY HOW SWEET THIS IS. Please PLEASE DO YOURSELVES A FAVOUR AND READ IT.

Sleepy Girl

I am obsessed with my friend's OCs at the minute so take some platonic fluff between my OC Marsh and @bloglophop's Mila!

Content/Warnings: Marsh & Mila, sibling-like relationship, sleepover, exhaustion, mention of bad family relationships, discussion of poor mental health/injuries, angst, fluff

Mila was a woman who often worked herself down to the damn bone. Rarely took a break, was always working so hard for the sake of her image, safety, and a family that didn’t fucking deserve it. It drove Marsh insane. He was no stranger to working hard, no fool to believe that anyone could take it easy when they worked with such big players the way Mila did - it was just that she had nothing to show for it that bothered him. She set zero boundaries, and had no concept of when she had reached her limit.

So, when she arrived on the Sun Serpent, swaying on her feet with a letter from home for Nimue, Marsh scooped her up into his arms no matter how much she yelled and hit his back. “You’re exhausted, kit, it’s time for bed.” It was midday, but that didn’t matter to Marsh. He was absolutely sure she hadn’t slept in at least a day if not longer, and there was no way he’d let her go without getting at least five hours of sleep, absolute minimum. Mila’s protests slowly faded away, too tired to argue, and Marsh was wearing a particularly soft sweater that day, so he was quite comfortable.

By the time Marsh reached his bed, Mila had fallen asleep on his shoulder. The next time he saw Law, Marsh was giving the doctor a piece of his mind - he seriously needed to talk to her about doing things like this. If he knew, that was, but surely there was no way he didn’t. Slowly, gently, Marsh set her down in his bed, pulled off her shoes and the warmers she wore on her legs, setting the shoes down under the bed and the warmers he folded and set on top of his dresser. Then came her skirt, leaving her shorts on underneath because he was no pervert, and then her sweater, both of which he also folded and set aside. He ummed and ahhed for a minute over whether to take off her bra because he was aware how uncomfortable the things could be, then settled on removing it without removing her shirt, again because he’s not a fucking pervert. He removed her hat last, setting that on the top of the pile of her clothes, and then brushed all her hair from her face. The fact that she’d remained asleep through the entire process was a testament to how tired she was, and the fact that he was exactly right - it was nap time. He tucked her gently into bed and kissed her forehead before slipping away to let her rest.

Gwen and Nimue fussed on the deck, not quite reassured by Marsh that she really was okay, but he promised they could both see her once she was awake - nobody was to disturb her and he was firm on that. Corwin stood from his seat beside Atley at the map table on deck, and made direct eye contact with Marsh for a very long minute. Marsh did not stand down. “Leave the girl be.” Corwin confirmed, and that was conversation over.

Marsh sat with Calder and Lance to discuss her being there - the entire crew knew Mila by now, but Marsh had undermined Calder’s authority by simply deciding she would stay. The meeting was a short ten minutes, but they decided Mila was always welcome aboard the Sun Serpent, and so there was no issue with her resting on board. They all sat together for dinner, and Ellery set aside a portion of cold food for Mila in case she woke.

She didn’t. Mila arrived at roughly midday, and didn’t wake until morning the next day. Marsh was concerned for a short while that something was wrong, but Gwen had assured him that she was just resting, catching up on sleep she was missing, and her body was allowing her to rest because she felt safe. Gwen also healed all of her minor wounds, and a fractured wrist that Marsh would be very sternly discussing with her when she woke up.

By the time Mila did wake, Marsh was sitting in the bed beside her, her head in his lap while he read a book. She woke slowly, blinking awake confused and disoriented. But, when she processed who was above her, a broad smile broke out over her face.

“Good morning, sleepy kit.” Marsh greeted, slipping a bookmark into his book and setting it aside to focus on his friend in his lap.

“How long have I been asleep?” She asked, voice still rough from sleep, a soft yawn escaping her. “Just short of twenty hours.” Marsh replied, a small smirk on his face. Mila startled and went to sit up, but a hand on her shoulder prevented her.

“Slow down, baby hare. It’s fine. Nobody minds, and you definitely needed that sleep.” Marsh assured her gently, carding his fingers through her hair to keep her calm. “Who undressed me?” She asked, relaxing under his ministrations. “I did. Just down to what was appropriate, I wanted you to be comfortable.” He replied, and she just nodded, settling in his lap. There was a brief silence where they simply lay there, comfortable in bed and together, before Mila spoke. “Read to me for a while?” And Marsh couldn’t deny her.

They emerged from the room an hour and a half later, Mila wearing her safety shorts and one of Marsh’s shirts like a dress, only to be immediately swarmed by Nimue. She lifted up Mila and chatted away to her, and Mila let it happen, happy to be lifted up onto the fish woman’s shoulders while she fussed like the mother hen she was. Marsh headed through to the kitchen to find Ellery and collect a late breakfast, giving his friend a quick side hug as thanks, then narrowly avoided being hit with his cane like a professional. He deposited the two plates on the table where Nimue had sat herself and Mila, and seamlessly inserted himself into their conversation. “You know you’re always welcome here, sugardrop, but you really do need to be taking better care of yourself, we all worry about you.” Nimue worried, and Mila just pushed her breakfast around her plate, a little embarrassed about passing out like she had. “Speaking of worrying about you - Gwen had to repair a fractured wrist.” Marsh commented easily, which only made Nimue begin a new tirade. Marsh and Mila made eye contact, which if he were a lesser man would’ve made Marsh crumble. Instead, he stuck out his tongue at her and continued eating his breakfast. 

“Okay momma, we got it.” Marsh said eventually, reaching out a hand to rest on Nimue’s shoulder, finally giving Mila a break. Satisfied that she’d gotten her point across, Nimue reached around and pulled Mila close for a hug. “It’s always wonderful to see you. Maybe next time it’ll be in better health.” She said, then left Marsh and Mila alone to enjoy their breakfast. A long, slightly tense silence followed. They both knew what conversation was coming next, but neither was quite ready to have it.

“You passed out.” Marsh said eventually, having pushed his plate away, a mug of coffee keeping his hands warm. “I know.” “Out of exhaustion.” “I know.” “How many days was it since you last slept?” There was a brief pause in which Mila’s face tinted pink. “Two.” She admitted in a whisper. “Kit,” Marsh said, turning to her with a concerned expression, “that’s not healthy.” “Yeah. I know.” Mila said, a little more harsh this time. He wasn’t telling her anything new. Another pause followed. “I worry about you. A lot.” Marsh said softly, reaching out to take Mila’s hand in his.

“I know. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry that people care about you, kit. That’s our job, we’re your friends. Your family.” He assured her. Marsh set down his mug and scooped Mila up into his arms, pressing her close against his chest, allowing her to sit comfortably in his lap. “I don’t want anyone to worry about me.” “That’s my job. You’re like a little sister to me, Mila, and I’ve never had that before. I’d burn down the world around us before I let anyone hurt you. I worry so much. Mostly, because you remind me of me.” Mila stiffened slightly at the word sister, and Marsh figured they could circle back to that. “What do you mean?” “I used to do this. Staying awake for days on end, not eating right, not drinking enough water. Couldn’t sleep for.. A lot of reasons, even after I got away from Chester. It’s so hard sometimes - but you have people who love you Mila, people who will do anything to keep you safe. You are safe.” Marsh said, speaking mostly into her hair, keeping her close both to comfort her and himself. “I didn’t know that. You always kind of.. Seem like you have it together.” “I didn’t always. Still don’t, not really. Every day is a day we can choose to get better. It’s not always easy, but you have to make that choice sometimes. Choose to do better for yourself, and for the people around you.” He whispered, carding his fingers through her hair once again. If his shirt became a little damp just where Mila’s head was resting, neither of them acknowledged it out loud.

“You really see me like a sister?” She asked in a whisper, voice thick with tears she was trying to hold back, not daring to look up at Marsh, hoping she could avoid showing just how emotional her words had made him. “Yeah. If that’s alright with you. I know you have a lot of brothers already, and I have some.. Strong opinions about them, but I hope you’ll let me look after you the way they should’ve.” He told her, gently pushing Mila to sit back so he could wipe at her face with his sleeves, brushing away snot and tears. “Yeah. I.. I’d like that.” She agreed, giving Marsh a watery smile, and the two just laughed, unable to do anything else. “I’ve got you, Mila Box. Me, and Law, and the rest of this crew. You always have a safe place with us.” Marsh promised, hooking his pinkie finger with hers.

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[bloglophop]

“Church light blue.”

Mila and Law reflect on their upbringings and their relationships to faith.

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Content: NSFW, OC x Canon, OC x Trafalgar Law, alludes to blowjobs/sex but no explicit sexual content, Law’s backstory warning, child abuse, emotional abuse

Song: Stay soft by Mitski

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Law remembers Sundays.

Hand in hand in hand in hand, four was not just a crowd, but also a family- his family, together in a church pew.

He hears them, still- his mother’s clear soprano cutting through every other voice in the choir, lifted higher by the lulling baritone of his father, ever the wind in his beloved wife’s sails.

His sister, who didn’t know the words yet, would swing Law’s hand in her sticky toddler palm, and think about things that had nothing to do with church, but everything to do with love.

Law prays that he never forgets her face.

He used to pray the same for his parents.

He hears their voices through his own when he sings, sometimes; one cracked note ringing out in the world’s loneliest quartet.

Mila remembers Sundays.

Her and her father in the back row of the congregation, her feet dangling off the wooden pew, little Mila would let her mind wander, soaking up every detail she could see in her attentiveness to the room.

She’d find ten church colours, one for herself and one for each of her brothers.

The pearl in the rosary, the yellow in the prayer pillow, the black in the book.

She would wonder why father took her to church and not the others, and then she would listen to the priest talk about sin, and realised she was the only one here because they must have been born pure, and she obviously still needed saving.

She would look down at the stone floor a few inches from her feet and think about hell, then look up at her father and wonder if he also worried about going to heaven.

Law remembers losing his faith and his heart, and then finding them both returned to him at once by a celestial who bore less of a resemblance to a dragon, and more of a resemblance to an angel.

A man who died so that Law could live. Jesus with a harlequin face.

Law was the son- Cora was his father, and then forever his Holy Ghost.

Mila doesn’t just remember sin, she can taste it. Carbolic soap scrubbed roughly across her tongue as her father tells her over and over that she’s wrong, wrong, wrong, and he can only stand her when she’s right, right, right.

She sees soap bubble white and kitchen sink grey and father’s anger red.

She doesn’t just remember sin, she can feel it, stinging on her cheek in the shape of a hand. Marked out as a wrongdoer and a dunce, she stands facing the wall with a book on her head, the watchful eyes of her brothers burning more viciously into her than being struck ever could.

In adulthood, Law throws his faith furiously at the ceiling, but Mila keeps hers clasped between her hands.

Her knees are kept black and blue from hitting the hard wood floor in prayer, either alone or at Law’s feet. It feels like being answered when she does it with him. It feels like being clean.

Law doesn’t believe in much of anything anymore, except his heart, which is everything. He doesn’t wait for signs anymore; he makes them, and when his hands turn up to heaven in front of Mila for the first time, she almost weeps, because she’s been right to believe in him all this time.

The colour of his Room is church light blue.

[bloglophop]

“The worst.”

When Mila gets too poorly to work, Law intervenes.

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Content: OC x Canon, OC x Trafalgar Law, fluff, mild disputes, mentions of mild self harm; Mila has autism and tries to mitigate strong emotions through physical means, caring Law, doctor Law

Song: Morning Bee by Will Wiesenfeld

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Mila knew something was wrong before she had even opened her eyes.

Doing so not only confirmed her suspicions, but had her stomach compressing into a tightly wound ball of fear as she saw what the digital alarm clock on Law’s nightstand read.

It was past ten am already.

She was supposed to be awake six hours ago.

Mila grabbed the traitorous alarm clock, held in both hands as she inspected it, only to find that the alarm feature was switched very exactly to the off position. Her eyes widened, fumbling to set it down with care- despite the overwhelming urge to throw it across the room, it was Law’s alarm, not hers. Mila wanted to be careful with Law’s things.

Little of that care was reserved for herself, however.

Mila threw herself out of bed, skittering around the room as she searched for clothes that had been discarded without a care on the floor somewhere last night.

“Why, why, why!” Mila fretted. Talking hurt, her head felt like it was full of cotton wool, and she was doing her best to ignore how badly she needed to blow her nose in favour of pulling a jumper on and getting her head stuck in the sleeve bit instead of the “where your head is supposed to go” bit. Mila cried out in frustration, correcting and pulling the jumper down properly.

“Alright, okay, Gods-“ She smoothed her hand over her hair as she forced her feet into her shoes, creasing them from not bothering to take the time to put them on properly. “Umm…” she looked around the room. “Hat! Hat, hat, hat!”

Mila stood in the middle of Law’s bedroom, spinning in circles as she tried to pick her hat out. Law’s room was so neat- how could she have lost it?

“Oh, stuff it!” Mila snapped to herself. “No hat!” She grabbed her satchel and slung it over her shoulder, stumbling out of the door and clattering across the metal hallways of the Polar Tang.

Mila’s senses were usually razor sharp. She could always hear where most of the crew were, if not smell them, or smell what had been cooking for the latest meal, but everything was dulled by her bunged up head in a horribly confusing way. She was used to navigating life with every receptor at a ten- having that taken away from her left her vulnerable, struggling to even put one foot in front of the other the way she normally would.

It left her vulnerable, and it left her distracted.

“Hey.”

Law had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere as Mila rushed by him, the fabric of their clothing brushing together as he watched her pass with great haste.

“I’m late, I have to go, bye, see you in a few days!” Mila didn’t even look at Law, one track mind set on making up for the lost hours.

“Hey.” Law spoke a little more firmly, causing Mila to pause and backtrack.

“Oh, I’m sorry, here-“ She gave him a hurried kiss on the cheek. “And I love you and I like you and now I have to go, I’m sorry!”

Mila yelped as her exit was one again impeded by Law’s hands around her waist, gently but firmly keeping her still.

“You’re leaving? Really?” He was looking down at her, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as his gaze scanned across her features.

“What- yes, Law, I am leaving!” Mila looked exasperated. “I’m so stupid, I didn’t turn the alarm clock on, I’m so late, Law I’m so-“

“I turned it off.” Law stated.

All the worry and stress that had been building up in Mila’s little brain all morning suddenly directed at Law with an intensity in her gaze that made the captain have to suppress a huff of laughter. Mila’s eye twitched, breaking out into a big smile.

“Oh. You’re funny, Law, you’re so- uhm, ha ha. You’re so funny.” She was smiling but there was nothing behind her eyes.

“Not being funny, and stop that.” Law flicked her nose. “You were running a temperature all night.” He placed his hand against her cheek, a cooling balm to both her feverish skin and her fury. “There was no way I was letting you go to work like that, and judging by the state of you now, I was right to do so.”

Mila was trying to squirm out of Law’s grip, her hands tugging at her hair and her clothes in distress, working her left foot into the ground, discomfort and anger radiating through her body.

“You- Law, Law, I like you but you can NOT mess with my job! I am so serious!” Mila was so serious, she was doubled over, her nails digging in to her scalp as her stuffy breaths came in fast puffs as she grappled with not only the stress of missing work, but the betrayal she felt at Law’s interference.

Law took her wrists, guiding her hands in front of her and encouraging her to straighten up to look at him.

“None of that, leveret.” He spoke quietly but firmly, his golden eyes set on her. Mila would often bite or scratch herself to mitigate stress, and Law would never stand by and watch whilst she did so.

“I know you’re serious. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t seriously think you needed today to rest. I mean…” He looked her up and down. “Look at you, Mila.”

Mila was a state. Red nosed, with eye bags darker than even Law’s were, hair sticking out and fluffed up crazily. She was wearing mismatched socks, and had her jumper on both inside out and backwards.

Mila gulped, wrenching her hands away from Law to wring them nervously, before pacing back and forth as she flapped them by her sides.

“Law, I can’t- I can’t stay here- I can’t-“ Her amber eyes were beyond pleading, and Law realised this was going to quickly descend into something far worse if he didn’t intervene. “My- it’s already really hard for me when plans change and this is my work-“ she gasped out in her stuffy voice.

“Okay, okay” Law’s voice switched from gruff captain to concerned boyfriend, gentle and low as he approached Mila. “Alright to touch you?”

“No!” Mila wailed. “Not alright! I’m so, so cross with you!”

Law sighed, drawing his hands back to by his sides and maintaining a good space between them. He knew when Mila got upset, it was easy for simple touch or hug to feel like a burn or a cage against her, and he respected that.

“You work too hard sometimes.” Law stated. “As your boyfriend- as a doctor, I can’t let you put your health at risk when you should be resting.”

“You work too hard sometimes!” Mila retorted, petulantly ignoring his latter comments. Law rubbed his thumbs over his fists in irritation.

“You’re being stubborn. Will you at least try to listen to me, Mila?” He sighed.

“I have no choice since you-“ She sneezed fretfully mid sentence. “-augh, since you trapped me here!”

Law’s lips twitched up into the ghost of a smile. She was adorable- even when she was all cross and poorly. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the wall opposite Mila, watching as she squished her whole body against her side of the corridor in a silly attempt to create even more distance between hem, desperate to show him how bothered she was in a tangible and physical way.

“Guess so.” Law shrugged. “I’m just a mean, mean man for looking out for my girl when she’s sick.”

“The meanest.” Mila replied, her voice muffled as she squashed her face agains the wall.

“Yup. Just the worst, trying to make sure she doesn’t overexert herself and pass out whilst she on the job.” He tutted. “How do you live with me, sweetheart?”

Mila made a small noise in response, closing her eyes. The cold wall felt so nice.

“And I guess it’s just even worse that I want to pick you up and carry you back to bed right now, isn’t it?” Law shook his head in mock disbelief, noticing with humour the way Mila’s ears pricked up at that.

“It’s the worst…” Mila murmured, her gaze flickering over to Law.

“Just the worst.” Law agreed, his tired eyes creasing up as he tried to suppress a smile. “Wanting to tuck you into bed and bring you some soup. I’m a real villain, huh?”

Mila looked away, nibbling at her lip.

Gods, that sounded so nice. Soup and bed sounded so nice.

She turned around again, looking up at Law with her flushed, weary face, hands fidgeting with the hem of her worn completely wrong jumper.

“Well?” Law inclined his head at Mila, his pretty yellow eyes twinkling.

Mila stumbled over to him without a word as Law opened his arms and let her press her head into his chest, her shoulders melting as he hugged her to him, stroking her hair.

“There.” Law murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ll be fine, leveret. I promise.” He leaned back, cupping her flushed face in his hands and gazing sternly down at her. “Gonna take good care of you, okay?”

Mila leaned up, rubbing her warm cheek against the side of his face, enjoying the scratchy feeling of his stubble as she closed her eyes and relaxed into him, satchel drooping from her shoulder and dropping unwanted onto the floor as Law’s gruff and sturdy presence melted her worries away.

“Okay.”

[bloglophop]

“Grateful.”

A little something for @discordantwritings of their OC, Teume, and Mila.

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Content: OC / OC, SFW, fluff, cuddling, kissing, being playful, petnames

Song: Relaxing and stressful by Will Wiesenfeld

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Mila didn’t know why she had done it.

Most likely she was just tired- run quite literally ragged by her job demanding so much give and providing so little take. She would dash and race and flip around which left her poor brain doing much of the same at the end of every work day, often exhausted into incoherence.

So, when Teume had offered her a place to stay for the night, Mila had no response other than to look at Teume’s naval- the height she reached on him whilst standing, and leaned forward to close her eyes and bump her head against his skin, at once electrified and soothed by the contact of another person.

She really didn’t know why she had done it.

She just had to.

Teume had laughed in surprise, staring down at the messenger with a toothy grin plastered to his face.

“You good there, Cottontail? That a yes? No? Maybe?” He asked, reaching down to take her hat off and ruffle at her hair affectionately, straining to hear Mila’s quiet response.

“What was that?” Teume prised Mila away from him to get a better look at her. He put his hands in his pockets, leaning over and down to be closer to eye level with her, his choppy dark hair falling into his vision slightly as he tried to read Mila’s expression. Mila was looking at him like a deer in the headlights, her amber eyes glinting with some hungry and unidentifiable emotion.

“You know I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t mean it.” Teume coaxed, his tail flicking lazily from side to side. “You look so tired.”

“I am.” Mila finally managed to croak out, and Teume was shocked to see her previously conflicted eyes had taken on a very watery quality. “I would love to stay with you.”

“Oh, hey-“ Teume’s hands came out of his pockets, tensing his webbed fingers as he struggled to think of what to do to remedy her sudden upset.

“C’mon,” Teume’s voice had lost some of its usual snip in favour of speaking lower and more softly to the girl. “What’s wrong? ….Can you tell me what you need, honey?” He asked, but Mila had no answer. She just couldn’t stop retreating into herself, tongue tied, shoulders hunching up to practically touch her ears as the weight of her vulnerability threatened to drag her right under.

It hadn’t even been a particularly bad day, but sometimes kindness was the only blow Mila needed to send her straight to her knees. Teume’s scarlet eyes blurred as Mila’s own started spilling over with tears.

“Alright,” Teume sighed. “You leave me no choice. C’mere.” He reached down, picking Mila up under the arms with little effort and holding her so her head was tucked into the crook of his neck. This finally got a response, but instead of shock or indignance, he was met with Mila completely melting. She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in a few shuddering breaths of his scent and his warmth, barely even aware in her overworked and overwhelmed daze of Teume moving them to his bedroom until he was laying down on his bed with her held close to his chest.

Teume splayed a webbed hand out across Mila’s back, rubbing gently and firmly as he felt her soundless shudders, grappling with something obviously far heavier than she could carry right now.

Fortunately for Mila, Teume was a damn good shipwright. He could carry heavy things with ease.

“Is this it?” Teume asked, trying to keep his voice down as his hand moved to rub between her shoulder blades. “You just need a hug?”

“I just need a hug.” Came Mila’s quiet and strained repetition, the quiver in her voice making Teume’s heart pang with affection.

“Sweet thing.” He murmured, free hand reaching up to smooth through her hair. “You had a long day, didn’t you?”

“Such a long day.” Mila sniffled.

“Yeah.” Teume couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice. “Hard work for such a little lady, huh?”

Mila raised her head, face all red and puffy from her fretful tears.

“Impossibly difficult.” She moped, staring up at Teume, who couldn’t resist leaning down and pressing a big kiss to the top of her head.

“I know,” he murmured into her hair, closing his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got you.” He gave her a playful little squeeze, eliciting a small squeal from the messenger.

“Don’t, don’t,” Mila huffed, sitting up so she could shed her jumper and kick her shoes off, glancing at Teume for permission before dumping them carelessly onto the floor of his room, alongside many, many other carelessly abandoned piles of clothes and things.

Teume got comfortable and watched as Mila did the same, wiping at her teary face with the back of her hand before shuffling onto his chest, drinking in the carefree and inviting expression on Teume’s face.

He noticed that her loppy ears were out now, or maybe they had been this whole time, blending in perfectly with the soft pink of her hair. This, in combination of the feeling of her tail brushing against the muscular build of his stomach was all the confirmation Teume needed to know that she really was comfortable here with him.

The notion pleased Teume immensely. In spite of his abrasiveness, he liked to feel wanted and needed- he liked knowing he was doing good for someone just by being himself. Mila, being easy to please and often in need of a protector, was truly perfect company for a shark like him.

Mila stayed sitting up on his torso, legs either side of Teume’s body as she looked down at him. Teume inclined his head to one side from where it was resting comfortably against a pillow, quirking his eyebrow up at her inquisitive staring, before heat rose to his face as Mila took one of his hands in both her own and pressed a long, tender kiss to his knuckles.

“My hero.” Mila mumbled, looking down at him from over the back of his hand. Teume chuckled, his lips curling up into a smile.

“Your hero, huh?” Teume replied, his tone low and easy, his tail curling up to brush against her back, the ticklish feeling making her squirm and tighten her grip on his hand. Teume grinned, shuffling his shoulders and getting more comfortable, eased by the warmth radiating off of Mila’s twitchy self.

“Must be feeling preeetty grateful to be calling me that.” He stated, watching a shooting star of excitement glint across her eyes. Teume had to hold back a laugh as his free hand coming up to hold her waist. With his sharp teeth and butch attitude, he was a pro at flustering that girl.

“I am,” Mila breathed, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, eagerly tripping ass over elbow to wherever Teume was leading them. “So grateful.”

Teume clicked his tongue, nodding and pretending to think for a moment.

“So how do bunnies like you show their gratitude, huh?” He grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the lowlight of his room. Mila felt her palms going a little clammy, pulling away from holding Teume’s hand to wipe them on her sides with a flushed expression.

“Gosh, I don’t know…” Mila mumbled, looking down at Teume through her lashes as she went to lay against his chest, propping herself up on her elbows.

“You don’t know?” Teume purred, heart thudding firmly in his chest as Mila moved to bump her scarred nose against his.

“Like this?” Mila asked, rubbing her cheek against Teume’s. “Or this?” She took his face in both of her hands, the size difference between them only making Teume’s heart squeeze more as he gazed at her through half lidded eyes.

“Pretty good, sweetheart.” Teume murmured. “Go on.”

Teume’s expression made Mila’s breath catch in her throat.

“Or…maybe something, like this…” Mila’s voice trailed off into a small noise as she leaned down to press a long, tender kiss to his lips. Teume closed his eyes, humming appreciatively as he kissed her back, his hands resting on her hips to draw her closer to him. Mila thumbed circles onto Teume’s cheeks, still tentative despite their deepening kiss. Noticing this, Teume pulled back, catching Mila’s wrists in one hand and cupping her face in the other.

“Don’t gotta be nervous.” Teume gave her a toothy grin. “I ain’t gonna bite.”

Mila let out a huff of breath, lips twitching up into a smile.

“I’m not worried about that, I just- It’s just-“ Damn. There she went again, getting tongue tied. She looked up and away from Teume, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You just what?” Teume coaxed. “Too shy?” He let out a brusk laugh. “Gods, you really are a sweet thing.”

Mila’s eyes remained squeezed shut until Teume used his grip on her wrists to guide her gently and firmly back against the mattress, kneeling over her, her smaller body tucked perfectly underneath him.

This made Mila open her eyes, red face and startled, emitting a noise that Teume was quick to kiss away.

“You don’t have to worry about anything.” He gave her another few kisses in quick succession; her lips, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. “I said it already, didn’t I?”

He lowered himself so he was pressed right up against her, pressing one final kiss to her jaw that had Mila giggling and squirming, reaching up to put her arms around Teume’s neck as he grinned down at her.

“I’ve got ya, little bunny.”

[bloglophop]

“Sense”

Mila and Law’s first meeting at Punk Hazard.

Song for vibes: Madeline and Theo by Lena Raine (this is…what Law and Mila meeting sounds like as a sound. Hope that makes sense. )

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Law was going crazy.

He had to be, and it made sense, given the harshness of the pure, frigid, soundless landscape he currently resided in.

It would probably make anyone go nuts if they stayed there long enough, and one look at Caesar clown was enough to affirm those suspicions tenfold.

As long as he stayed on mission it didn’t matter, but Law was definitely losing his mind a little to the cabin fever.

Either that, or every other day around the exact same time, some invisible force was moving his stuff.

Law’s desk was full of books and loose pieces of paper, stained with coffee mug rings and inky fingerprints from working too hard and too late into the night. It was his desk, he was allowed to keep it as messy or as tidy as he god damn pleased, and it was with a great amount of incredulity and indignance that over the last few months, every other day at around 6pm, he would return to his desk and find his papers scattered with complete abandon all over the room.

Beyond irritated with this frequent disturbance, Law had made the mistake of going to Caesar and asking if he knew anything about it.

“Someone’s been meddling with your office? Why, Law, I haven’t a clue!”

The horned man whirled around in the air, a big grin plastered across his ashy face- a grin that told Law Caesar knew exactly what was going on. Not at all in the mood to entertain Caesar’s foolish practices, Law simply made a gruff noise of confirmation and started to walk away.

”I hope that the trouble is quick to resolve itself, Law!” Caesar cooed to the back of Law’s head as the doctor continued to leave, his frown growing deeper.

“I do hope it’s not too unhareable- I mean, unbearable!” The clown cracked out into his signature ghostly cackle, and it was all Law could do to keep walking and not trample extremely hard on Caesar’s boxed up heart when he got back to his quarters that night.

Every other day.

6pm.

Mess.

The security cameras in the hallway outside of Law’s office revealed little except the yells of frustration he would emit after getting his concentration broken for the umpteenth time.

The final straw was when it happened right in his face as he was just sitting there, trying to work.

Law had been putting off taking a break for a little longer than he usually did, holding his head in one hand, hunched over as he wrote furiously with a pen in the other.

Without a single warning, every paper and lightweight object not secured or tied to a notebook went whirling up, thrown violently and with forceful abandon across the room. Law let out a gruff cry of frustration, swatting papers away from his face, standing up from his desk so quickly he made the chair fall over with a loud clang.

“Damn it!” Law seethed, his golden eyes wide as he looked around, scuffing his hand roughly through his choppy black hair.

”Sorry!”

Law went rigid, more frozen than the bleary white landscape outside.

Sorry? Had he just heard someone say sorry?

He strode from his desk to the open door, almost hurting his neck as he whipped his head around, scanning the hallway for whoever might have just spoken.

No one was there, and though it left Law with a clenched jaw and hot irritation bubbling away in his chest, this offensive intrusion was actually a blessing in disguise. The encounter had provided him with both the pain and the balm he needed to relieve it.

Because hallucinations didn’t apologise for causing a mess.

And if it wasn’t a hallucination, it was susceptible to his Room.

Law had a whole free day to plan, and then, the day after that, he waited.

The lights were off in his office, the door was open as usual, and Trafalgar Law was at his wits ends. In one hand he gripped a rolled up newspaper, watching the digital clock in the corner of the room as it provided a small glow of yellow light, ticking away at a countdown to 6pm.

3…2…1…

”Room!”

Law dashed out into the hallway, filling the entire space with an opaque blue as his devil fruit activated, searching for- whatever he was searching for within the space, and Law found it.

Moving fast- impossibly fast, he detected a presence in his Room coming from the far end of the hallway, about to pass his office. Law almost cracked a grin. This was too easy.

”Shambles!”

Flicking his wrist and fingers turning upwards, the newspaper disappeared from Law’s hand, and he instead found himself with a fistful of furs, the paper dropping harmlessly to the floor.

The same could not be said, however, about Law.

The thing he was gripping by the scruff of the neck- a person- was moving so fast that the force of being snatched up by Law dragged them both to the ground: Law unwilling to let go, the stranger unable to slow down.

Law grit his teeth as he stumbled to the cold metal floor, suppressing a hiss of pain in favour of being the first to recover. Not having his sword on him meant he had to get his hands dirty, but by this point, that was fine.

Law was pissed enough to no longer care.

Grabbing them with both hands now, two iron grips marked with death digging into plush fur, Law shoved them to the ground and scrabbled to get his knee on their chest so he could pin them down with his whole weight.

“Who are you?” Law demanded as he grappled with the squirming thing beneath him, undeterred by the clumsily kicking feet and scratchy nails.

“Stop that.” He snapped, increasing the pressure on their chest. “Why are you messing with my office?”

“I’m sorry, sorry, please!”

Law was a little surprised at the voice- lilting despite being strained with fear, with something of a sibilant ‘S’. Not quite the voice of the infuriating chaos maker he’d been expecting to apprehend. Law’s grip relaxed a fraction, just enough for the stranger to shrug their shoulders up and use them to awkwardly push their hood back off of their face, arms trapped at their sides by Law’s body.

Law found himself looking at a girl.

This, in itself, was no matter. Unlike that idiotic cook from the Strawhats, Law had no issue whatsoever fighting people of any gender, so it wasn’t that detail that gave him pause.

It was her eyes.

Amber and as wide as dinner plates. Her eyes were pleading, unblinking, set strangely and uncannily against her sweet and unassuming face.

“Who are you?” Law repeated again, maintaining his hostility as his perceptive gaze took in every detail- something he was sure that she was doing to him, too.

“I’m Mila” Mila’s lips were drawn up a little, contorted with worry. “I’m a courier! Between Caesar Clown, and- and Joker!”

Law sat up a little, exhaling sharply through his nose. So this was who Caesar had been alluding to previously.

“You’re Trafalgar Law,” Mila continued. “I know you, a captain, a warlord, you-“

“Yeah,” Law cut off her nervous blabbering with a sharp look. “Don’t need you to tell me who I am.”

Mila stared up at Law, cringing as another attempt to wriggle out from underneath him earned her more pressure against her chest.

”Mila. Cottontail.” Law muttered.

It had finally clicked. The last time Law had heard about Cottontail Mila, she was an extremely low level player in the pirate world from some backwater town in the North Blue. To see her here now, working under such high rollers was quite a surprise.

”You’re that messenger girl.” Law asserted, raising an eyebrow at her.

”Yes!” Mila squeaked, ducking her chin up and down in a nod. “I’m so sorry if I scared you!”

Law was taken aback somewhat, both by the apology and the notion that she could possibly scare him.

Mila was dressed for the harsh weather conditions, a soft and furry brown coat with a plush ruff around the neck and a hood to keep out the cold. The coat came down to her knees, where it looked like she had just layered leg warmer after leg warmer on top of the other to protect her lower half, topped off with a matching pair of fuzzy boots that she had been uselessly trying to kick Law with.

The coat had random bits of ribbon and bows pinned to it, like she’d tripped and fallen into a sewing basket.

Something about her hopeful, wind-chilled face made Law relent somewhat.

”You come by here every other day. Why.” Law demanded, folding his arms across his chest. He had no intention of letting her up just yet and, honestly, her coat was actually pretty comfortable to sit on.

Realising she was stuck, Mila let her head flop back against the floor, letting out a small ‘ow!’ As she accidentally banged her head, making Law fight the urge to smirk.

“I just deliver things between Caesar and Joker.” Mila answered, fighting the urge to try and free one of her hands so she could rub her head. “Parcels usually, sometimes just letters.” She mumbled.

Law clicked his tongue, nodding just a little. It made sense- Doflamingo would want to see samples and reports straight from the lab.

”Alright.” He conceded, easing up the pressure on her.

The second Mila had an inch, she took a mile, worming her way out from underneath him with a hurried;

”Wellthanksitwassonicemeetingyou, buh bye- eek!”

The last portion of her babbled sentence was punctuated by a yelp as Law had her by the wrist, pulling her back down to the ground to be level with him again, kneeling in front of each other.

“Hold it, Cottontail.” Law huffed, his patience wearing wafer thin. “You didn’t answer me. You make a damn mess of my office every single time you visit. Why!?”

Mila twitched, nibbling fretfully at her lip.

“I- oh, I thought I might be doing that, only, if you leave the door open when I’m coming past…” Mila offered Law a strained, toothy smile. “I’m so fast it’s been sending all your papers flying, hasn’t it?” She shrugged her shoulders up bashfully to her ears, continuing to smile at Law in the hopes it would melt his icy glare.

It was her sheer speed doing that? Law raised an eyebrow.

“So it’s my fault for leaving the door open?” He pressed.

Law had endured enough nights of tidying up scattered lab reports to warrant making the messenger squirm a little, and squirm she did.

”Oh no, no, not at all!” Mila’s smile dropped. “I just- I get so focused on getting my job done on time-“

“That you cause problems when I try to do mine?” Law cocked his head to one side, his lips twitching into a small smile as he watched Mila get more and more embarrassed.

“No, no!” Mila raised her free hand up to her mouth, biting down hard on the crook of her thumb in an attempt to displace her anxiety. Seeing this, Law released his grip on Mila’s wrist. His curiosity had been satisfied- he was a pirate, but he wasn’t about to be a monster to some overworked and weary looking girl.

“Stop that.” He sounded a little harsher than he meant to, but Mila stopped, looking guiltily up at Law.

“Walk next time. It’s bad manners to run around indoors like that.” Law let out a sigh, glancing off to the side. “Though I’m not surprised no one enforces manners around the Donquixote family.”

Mila blinked at him a few times, then let out an odd little laugh.

”I’m not part of the family.” She stared at him. Law’s golden gaze snapped back to her.

“I’m an independent party.” Mila explained. “I’m not…I’ll work for anyone. Here,” She suddenly pulled the sleeve of her coat down, showing her arm to Law. It was covered with watches, all of them engraved with the name of a different location, each showing a different time. “These are where all my major clients are located, see?” She pointed.

Law’s eyes widened a fraction.

”Some of these are Marine bases.” He stated blankly.

”Mhm.” Mila pulled her sleeve back down, scrabbling to sit up a little, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

“…Why would any pirate hire you, knowing you work for Marines?” Law asked, incredulous.

“M-A-D.” Mila answered, simply and cheerfully.

“M-A-D?” Law frowned.

“Mutually assured destruction.” Mila nodded. “Pirates trust me with their very important information. But, if I do a bad job for the pirates, most of them know they could probably just…make me disappear after torturing some useful Marine information out of me.”

Law was a little taken aback at the eerily casual way Mila discussed the idea of her being tortured.

”Why aren’t you more concerned about that happening?” Law’s expression betrayed no emotion other than slightly shocked curiosity.

Mila locked eyes with him, suddenly fixing Law with a very wide eyed and serious look, already getting to her feet to be on her way as she spoke.

”Because I never do a bad job for anyone.”