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[roorowling]

“Marks of a suffocating love“

This is my (late) holiday gift to @vshihan for the KidLaw holiday exchange 2022, organized by @kidlawevents

I want to apologize, because this was supposed to be something better (with strings and oriental stuff and so on) but I didn't have much time to be able to detail it. And in fact, it cost me a little bit to make this gift, my imagination had a stroke...but well, I hope you like your gift. I proceed to lose myself in the deepest darkness of my being...that is, sleep hehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Bye bye my fellas

[chromatic-lamina]

The best thing post-pandemic was the number of conferences that had adopted a hybrid format. Law connected to the meeting, keyed in the code, switched off the camera and mic, but left the sound from his phone on and pushed Kid back in the passenger seat.

Courtesy of op-grandline-collection

Rating: M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eustass Kid/Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Eustass Kid, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco

My entry for the KidLaw Holiday Exchange, 2022, for Ame on twitter! It’s the 24th my way, so I’m within the guidelines. Just a short one shot. Despite the M rating it isn’t very smutty (more funny, I hope).

@kidlawevents​

[vergina-spva]

Santa Baby

Happy Holidays! This is my gift for @abysscronica for the Kid/Law Holiday Exchange 2022 organized by @kidlawevents

Klick here to read on AO3

Title: Santa Baby Rating: M Warnings: None Characters & ships: Eustass Kid/Trafalgar Law (and some Heart Pirates fun) Word count: 12833 Summary:  Law does not think much of Christmas, but his friends are set on making him experience a real Christmas this year. But when Law sees Santa for who he really is, his interest is immediately piqued. Christmas would definitely get better this year. Meanwhile, Kid is just stuck at a job he hates...

[psychotecha]

Title: Once Forward, Twice Back Pairing: Kid x Law Prompt: 21. Law never gets his arm back in Dressrosa and Kid makes him a new prosthetic one Warnings: Deals with the amputation and loss of a limb. Notes: Entry for one of the KidLaw Summer event put on by @kidlawevents.

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Not everyone can be saved. Law learned that early in life just from watching his parents work. The dark years after only made sure that Law didn’t just know that fact but also understood it. Some things were just inevitable and fighting against it was nothing more than a waste of energy that could be put to better use elsewhere.

“I’m sorry,” the small fairy princess says, tears glimmering in her eyes that go unshed because there is nothing more to be done here, and she doesn’t have the energy to spare. Maybe, if Law had stayed out of the fight, if he hadn’t been so focused on seeing it through to the very end….

What ifs do not matter now though, and Law knows there’s no point in following that line of thought any further. He made his choices and now he has to deal with the consequences.

“It’s fine,” Law says as he stares up into the dark rafters of the house he’s laid up in. He knew it would come to this the moment he woke up and felt nothing from his unresponsive right arm. When turning his head gave him a whiff of something putrid and off. The last few hours have allowed him to come to terms with it. He raises his left hand and looks Mansherry in the eyes. “Are you ready?”

She nods. Solemn and resolute dispute the sad guilt written in her overlarge eyes as she waits for his cue.

“Room,” it’s small and localized to his arm, wavering as Law is hit with a wave of exhaustion that reminds him how very little rest he’s gotten. Law pushes that aside though and Scans himself to pinpoint the exact point where living flesh meets dying. He closes his eyes, takes a breath and reaches for Kikoku. “Amputate.”

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There are a startlingly large number of people in the world who see Law’s missing arm as a sign of weakness.

(There are moments when Law agrees. Long moments between reports and planning sessions when nothing is burning down and he’s left alone with his thoughts. With the ache that never seems to fully go away and the sense his fingernails are digging into his palm despite neither being there anymore. It’s a trap in his own mind, and Law learns to make a habit of never allowing himself the luxury of being alone with his own thoughts.)

Law takes great pleasure in disabusing the stupider ones of this idea whenever he can. It’s harder to counter those who look at him with pity, but Law has never been a quitter. It rarely takes more than a few encounters with the sharper side of his tongue, and a show of how very helpless Law is not to get rid of those misconceptions.

The pity of others is the most tiring thing to deal with he’s found. Mostly because it can be hard to spot in some, their thoughts hidden until Law finds someone making stupid assumptions about what he can or cannot do. An annoying and potentially dangerous situation to find himself in while forming a revolution. Law has, out of necessity, become very aware of the way people treat him now. He’s become tetchier according to Shachi, but Law’s found that starting off an encounter aggressively is the best way to nip that particular problem in the bud.

It’s a particularly annoying thing to have to do when dealing with people that knew him before he lost his arm. By all rights they should know better. Most of them have seen Law fight and know what he’s capable of after all, but there’s always that first glance. A flinch, subtle or not, when the person Law’s facing realizes there’s something missing. A long look at the empty sleeve where an arm once was transforms into something that inevitably makes Law’s teeth grind in anger. That moment of pity they always give him before he can beat it out of them. Law hates it but he’s come to expect it from meeting with other pirates he’s known before.

Most, but not all.

“I’m hurt,” Eustass starts, malice all but dripping off the hulking man. The broad grin on his face is smug and slightly demented, but there’s no trace of actual hurt on the man’s face at all as he corners Law against a pile of lumber waiting to be used by any of the many shipwrights swarming the dock. Each and every single one of whom find it very important to draw from another pile the second they see the two captains facing off. “You haven’t even asked me for help once.”

Law wonders, briefly, how many people have dared to look at Eustass with pity. How many fools had lost their lives for the unforgivable sin of not believing Eustass wasn’t stronger than ever.

Eustass’ metal hand shifts against the wood as he reaches out with his flesh hand. Fingers delicately plucking up Law’s right sleeve. Empty and fluttering annoyingly since it escaped Law’s last attempt to pin it up. A tug is all it takes for Eustass to dispel any misunderstandings about what he’s saying, not that it wasn’t clear exactly what he was going to say from the moment he sauntered up to Law.

The move and posturing are all taunting, and clearly just a ploy to get a rise out of Law. If it were anyone else it would have worked the moment they reached for the empty sleeve. The whole situation is different when coming from Eustass though, and Law only feels amused as he makes a show of relaxing against the uncomfortable wood behind him.

Law was there after Eustass threw himself at the Emperor Shanks. Days late so that there was no mistaking his presence as some kind of alliance. He’d cleaned up what Eustass’ own doctor could not handle and had to fight the fever stricken man the whole time to do it. Eustass had fought and snarled the whole time. Not allowing anyone to think he might be weak even when the act of sitting up was enough to make him almost pass out.

There is zero chance of the other captain seeing Law as weak or pitying him.

(Not like Law. Eustass no doubt saw the pity Law hadn’t allowed to color his actions as he dealt with the operation. It had been in the hatred and anger that had been leveled at him, and only the severity of the wounds had kept Law from being killed that day. He wonders if this is Kid’s way of getting back at him for it, because there is no way in hell the other captain ever forgot it.)

“Somehow I don’t think having a massive slab of metal tied on to my side will do me as much good as it does for you Eustass-ya,” Law shifts Kikoku fluidly to his other shoulder –left hand still clutching the sheath– so that the hilt can tap pointedly against the mess of cannibalized metal Eustass controls with his own power. “It’s not really my style, but I do appreciate your thoughtful offer.”

Eustass’ teeth nearly glint in the light of the sun and Law can feel a shift even though the man doesn’t move an inch. The sleeve flutters free when Kid lets it go, knuckles brushing against the stump of what’s left of Law’s arm. A jolt of sensation that Law suppresses out of reflex. Just because he’s more amused than angered by Eustass’ antics doesn’t mean he’s going to give the man any reaction at all.

“Hell no, you couldn’t handle one of these,” wood cracks and crunches under a flex of metal fingers, a few splinters fluttering in the corner of Law’s vision as the man finally straightens up. “Nah, bastard like you’d need something lighter. Make it easy to run around like you do. Consider it a favor.”

Like the one Eustass still owes for Law’s help. The one he’d never had the need to cash in on before, but had constantly reminded the other captain of every chance he got. Refusal rises automatically, because being owes something by one of the most ruthless pirates out there is no small thing. He’d considered using it to go after Doflamingo, had been days from calling it in, but the unpredictability of the Strawhats had won out in the end.

“I really don’t see the point,” Law hedges after a moment. The thought of something- no, of a prosthetic arm is uncomfortable to him. “It’s more likely to be a hindrance than any kind of help. I can do just fine with my power.”

Law has done just fine. He’s taken down an Emperor with one arm and his power. He tries to imagine what the fight would have been like with a prosthetic. With some dead weight attached to his shoulder and swinging uselessly as he dodged or attacked. There’s a practical use for them, Law knows, but it often required the kind of carefully deliberate precision that can never be found in the heat of battle. Unless one had powers like Eustass, it was simply better to go without and learn to deal with it.

“Shut the fuck up,” Eustass growls and pushes at Law’s chest even though his back is flat to the wood and he has no where to go. “There’s a ton of shit it can help with, and you know it! What, you don’t think I can make you something?”

Eustass’ tone of voice is low and even. A warning of real anger burning below that has Law sighing in annoyance. The mechanical expertise of the Kid Pirates is something they are weirdly proud of. More so than their bloodthirsty reputation. Law has no reason to doubt it, he’s listened to his crew exchanging shop talk with Eustass’ crew. He knows they’re all good and that Eustass is better.

“No, Eustass-ya, I don’t doubt you,” Law drawls out in his most bored tone. He swings Kikoku back, using the long sheath to pry himself enough space to slip away so that he can stand up to his full height. “What I doubt is the necessity of it. I am more than capable-”

“Oh fuck this!” Eustass snaps and the sound of grinding metal is the only warning Law gets before he’s being pulled down the dock. “If I have to wait for your dumb ass to decide on something I’ll grow old and gray. Come on, let me get some measurements so I can get this over with.”

“Don’t you-” Law grunts as he loses his balance and gets dragged a few feet before getting his feet back under him enough to plant them and bring them both to a stop. The metal of Eustass’ detached fingers still pulling under the man’s power as Law glares and a Room snaps open around them both. “Don’t order me around!”

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this one might get longer when I can figure out something about Kid.

[cerezasp]

This is not what I thought a “Night of Games” would be, Eustass-ya.

[pirateheartbeat]

📖 Back to School

Holiday Exchange gift for @anikajuice ❤️💛

Thanks for organizing @kidlawevents!

Have a wonderful Happy New Year 2024!

[glooumnastas]

Day 2 - praise kinк for @kidlawevents

Full in source (18+ in bio)

[sorellaerba]

my gift for ZAC on tw1tter

participating at the kidlaw holiday exchange by @kidlawevents

[yamiyamiart]

My gift for @cerezasp for this year's KidLaw holiday exchange 🎁 They asked for these two having some fun in a fancy bathroom

Here's the full 🔞 version: X

Thanks @kidlawevents for organizing the event !

[attyrocious]

day 1: gay panic for @kidlawevents (im late i know sue me)

[ayuventi]

First time writing Kidlaw and it’s for the Kidlaw Holdiay Exhange hosted by @kidlawevents. I had a lotta fun with it tbh

For Alana_Vendetta over on twt

[quinloki]

Bottom!Kid - Day 2

I decided to join this event like two days before the start, so for my own sanity, I'm doing this as completely off-the-cuff drabbles each day.

Please be aware that means the quality might be lacking more than usual ^_^;

cw: praise, jerking-off, kind of maybe foot fetish but you might have to squint, gn reader 18+ only.

Ap-Praising-ly

You lean back in the captain's chair and regard Eustass with an approving grin. The captain himself is on his knees in front of you, skin flush and body twitching. His breath is coming out hot and heavy and he's struggling to keep his eyes on you.

"Just a few more minutes," you purr, regarding the pocket watch in your hands. Your toes brush over his hot chest a few times as he continues to slowly masturbate in front of you. "Such a good boy too."

Eustass' face was already red, but the small praise manages to turn his face a neck a dark shade of it.

"Don't - annh... say that." He half growls, half pants, precum pooling at the tip of his cock.

"Mm, you like being praised, don't you?" You muse, using the top of your foot to tilt his chin up and bring his fuzzy gaze up to meet yours. "Big bad Captain Kid, losing his composure because he's doing a good job."

"I'm... not..." He grits his teeth, his hazy gaze clearing a little. "Losing my - fuck - composure."

You lean forward in the chair, hand grabbing his hair and pulling him toward you just a little so you can speak into his ear. "Of course you aren't. Willful captain. Strong, proud Eustass Kid can last another moment, I'm sure. Cock twitching in anticipation, leaking pleasure enough to lubricate your impressive girth."

You want to nibble on his ear or lick along his neck, but that would be in violation of the current agreement.

"Your skin's radiating heat, Captain." You murmur into his ear, only barely avoiding brushing your lips along the curve of it. "Your breath's coming out so heavy I can feel it against my skin. You want to cum so badly, and you've done so well. Lasting this long after I teased and tortured you all day."

"God... dammit..." Kid huffs, frustration tinges the edges of his tone, but his voice is thick and heavy with need. "I knew you were fuckin' with me."

"All you wanted to do was bend me over your desk and rail my sweet little brains into oblivion," you continue, feeling and seeing his body twitch and hearing his breathing quicken. "Covering my quivering, sweaty, needy body with your cum, eh... Captain ♥ ?"

"Hnghk - Fuck!" Eustass' body tenses and his hand moves faster as he cums between the two of you. You look down at the pocket watch and smile.

"You made it, what a good boy." You say it with a grin, watching him grimace against the praise as he goes red to his ears.

You get back into the captain's chair properly, spreading your legs open. "You were such a good boy, Captain, you should come up here and claim your reward ♥."

Taking a couple seconds to catch his breath, he looks at you as a devious smile slips across his lips, a fire in his eyes that sends a shiver up your spine. You bit your lower lip as he settles between your thighs - after he takes his reward, he's likely to reclaim his chair.

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[gali-la]

KidLaw Exchange 2023!

@kidlawevents here’s my fic for the KidLaw holidays for Kimocherry!

Title: Husband?! Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut Word count: 1471 Summary: There was some sort of hissed whisper beside Kid’s ear as he tossed back yet another tankard of sake. The Straw Hat’s swordsman wasn’t a lightweight, by any means, but Kid wasn’t about to lose to that punk. The hiss came again, and this time, with it, a heavy warmth against his side that jostled his drink.

“Hey!” he spat, turning to see none other than Trafalgar Law himself getting way too up close and personal with Kid’s drink-holding arm. The fuck?

Read Here!

[psychotecha]

Title: Once Forward, Twice Back Pairing: Kid x Law Prompt: 7. Taking a walk in the park with ice cream  AND 32. Soulmate AU where you sometimes dream about the day the other person had.  Warnings: Second part has a scene taking place in Flevance so violence and death there. Notes: Entry for one of the KidLaw Summer event put on by @kidlawevents.

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Kid looks over the small park from the parking lot with a scowl pulling his face into severe lines that make more than a few people skirt wide around him as he walks in. The day is nice, the heat that’s been sapping the life out of the world eased by a storm, and a stiff breeze countering anything that lingers. It’s got the place packed full of families with their screaming kids, which is annoying enough to kill off any part of him that might have been looking forward to this meeting.

It’d been a small thing to begin with anyway. Despite Kid usually enjoying sniping back and forth with Law, today’s meeting is all but guaranteed to suck.

Owing Trafalgar Law a favor is not a position that anyone wants to be in, and yet it’s one that many have found themselves in over the years because the bastard has an annoying habit of making himself useful. Given how long he’s known Law, Kid’s been pretty proud of the fact that he’s managed to not find himself on the wrong end of owing him anything.

Had been until last week when he found himself in a fucking stupid bind and had been desperate enough to trade anything to not only get out of it but also keep Law fucking silent about the whole thing. A blank check Kid’s been dreading having cashed in every day since. Something that Law has been milking with the kind of sadistic glee Kid usually likes seeing in the man. But only when it’s directed at someone else.

He should probably be grateful the shithead hadn’t drawn it out for a month, like he did with Drake in their last year of high school, before calling it in, but Kid’s never had much patience in him to begin with and the wait has been hellish.

Finding Law is easy. He’s wearing one of his dozen eye-searing yellow shirts that stands out among the crowd because they’re all long sleeved. Kid would bet anything the lanky ass wore them through the worst of the summer heat. Just to prove to the world that he can’t be bothered by it and no other reason. Which Kid can grudgingly respect.

His mood is hovering between foul and mean as he stomps up to find out what his fate will be. “Alright, I’m here now. What the fuck do you want?”

The last person to owe Law anything had been Cavendish, and the stuck up prick still hasn’t fully recovered from it enough to tell anyone about it. Kid’s not counting whatever the mess with Luffy had been as one, because the stupid fucker likely would have gone along with the insanity Law launched them both into without having to be forced to play along. So he’s expecting something big and outrageous when Law fixes him with a look.

“Buy me some ice cream,” Law demands with a smirk that no sane man would ever trust. Pushing himself off the tree he’d been leaning against to step next to Kid.

“Excuse me?” Kid eventually says when Law doesn’t blink or back down, just to verify his ears are still working at the inane request.

"You heard me, Eustass-ya," Law tilts his head back to fix Kid with a look that he can't read, but that makes him start to sweat a little despite the nice weather. "I want you to buy me some ice cream and walk with me for a bit. Does that sound doable to you or should I find something simpler?"

"Sounds like a date for middle schoolers," Kid scowls as his temper rises at the mocking words even as he tries to find the angle Law's taking. He's not seeing it but that's not unusual for the man.

"Then it's perfect considering I've been waiting since then for you to get a clue before coming to the depressing realization that if I don't beat you over the head with it you'll never do anything on your own," Law says, managing to somehow look amused and annoyed. He turns to the park and starts to walk addressing his last comment to the air around him. "If that's still too much for you there's plenty of slides we can push each other off of or whatever it is elementary kids do when they like like someone."

Kid chokes on a noise that wavers between rage and surprise. Neither wins out when Law glances over his shoulder, one brow raised in a silent question, and Kid follows the infuriating man to buy him some fucking ice cream.

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Kid’s never paid any attention to his dreams growing up. He has better things to focus on than some gross romance shit. He ignores all the stories and the other kids who talk about their dreams of their soulmate. It’s always boring things they talk about, seeing their soulmate’s hands doing chores or watching them take a walk. Stupid things like that. Nothing ever actually interesting or worth sharing.

Kid himself never dreams of anything. If his soulmate’s sharing their day with him they’re obviously the most boring person in the world. Nothing at all like Kid. He makes sure that he’s doing something interesting every day with Killer. Just to show how much better Kid is than some stranger. He’s got a real dream to chase down after all, and there’s no time for him to laze around doing nothing to prepare for it.

No time for him to worry about a soulmate who’s got no presence at all to talk about. Not a good quality for the soulmate of the future King of Pirates. Kid shrugs the whole soulmate thing off early in his life because it’s obviously a load of shit that he’s not going to allow to hold him back.

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 There’s fire and screams everywhere. Bodies lay strewn about everywhere. Men, women, and children crumpled where they fell. Their blood staining the pretty white stones that make up the road as shots continue to ring out. Near, far, the sounds of violence and death assail their ears from every direction as the massacre continues.

They’re running. Dodging through streets that have become unfamiliar in the chaos as their heart pounds with a terror that doesn’t allow for any thought other than to get to safety, to get away, to go home. The uniform of the Marines blend in too well with the white washed city but they keep an eye out for the bit of blue or a muzzle flash to guide them away from clumps of them clogging the streets, and blocking all the paths out of the city. Stopping people from escaping. Because they are not trying to run away like so many of the bodies that pile up on the major roads it’s easy to avoid the worst of the Marines.

 Their eyes sting with tears, smoke, and the blood of a woman who hadn’t been quick enough to turn away from a street lined with Marines. The muscles of their legs burn and their lungs beg for rest but they don’t stop. They push on even as it gets harder to breathe because they’re close. The buildings are absolutely familiar even as some of them blacken and fall to the spreading fire.

 They push harder to round the corner, to dart through the gates of the fence that is never closed, and see for the first time what has happened to their home.

 Flames roar high and hot as the hospital is fully ablaze. Licks of fire lashing out through the broken windows and two bodies lay slumped against the busted door. The blood spattered white coats smoking as the fire escapes and starts to consume their parents too.

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Kid wakes up. Throat sore from a scream he never made and face wet with tears he furiously rubs away. His hands shake even when he clenches them into fists and it takes a long time for his heart to stop trying to pound it’s way out of his chest. His window is still dark, the sky barely showing the first hint of dawn, but Kid doesn’t go back to sleep.

He’s scared –for the first time in his life– of what he might see when he closes his eyes. And he is right to be.

There’s nothing boring about the dreams that slam into Kid over the next few days. They’re the rarest kind of dreams too. Not the snippets of memory or vague feelings that most people get, but long dreams with all the senses involved so that there’s no way for Kid to escape seeing up close as a whole ass land gets slaughtered by the government.

Marines are all asses. Kid’s always known that, but there’s something different about watching them callously mow down entire groups of panicked people. Begging to be saved, to be spared, to be shown just a little mercy. There’s a practiced precision to it that Kid notices in pieces as his soulmate plays a dangerous game of keep away. Dodging from a ruined home to an overflowing sewer with a group of people that steadily gets smaller. There is no fighting the Marines killing them, every single one of the people they hunt down are too weak and scared to even try.

Kid hates it. He hates the Marines hypocrisy, he hates the scared mass of people, and he hates the useless feeling that lodges itself into his soulmate’s chest that sticks with Kid even after he’s awake and running around. Doing what he needs to do and glaring at the bored looking Marines that do a sloppy patrol of Kid’s village knowing that if they decided to turn on them now it’d be no different. Kid can count the number of people who can do more than just drunkenly throw a punch on his hands with fingers to spare. And half of those people are too old to be able to put up more than a show of a fight.

Kid cannot count himself among any of those people.

The helpless feeling is disgusting and he hates his soulmate for putting it in him. For making Kid see how very unprepared he is to fight an actual group of marines for real.

“We need to learn to fight,” Kid growls out to Killer who hasn’t asked once why Kid’s been so snappish lately. He can still see the mangled remains of the girl who had been dragged out, inches from his soulmate’s hiding spot, by the hair. Her flailing somewhat effective and that Kid knew would’ve been enough to make him really have to work to win in a fight. It hadn’t been enough to keep her from getting killed. “We need to get stronger.”

They need to get more than that, but Kid doesn’t really want to talk about it. It’s bad enough he has to deal with the shitty dreams at night. He’s not sure he can handle sharing it out loud. Even to Killer.

“Sure, Captain,” Killer agrees easily, Kid can see a flicker of eyes behind the curtain of hair as the boy pauses his wild swings with the stick he found earlier. “I can ask my cousin to teach us some things.”

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these both have a real chance of becoming longer so you might see them again.

[cerezasp]

KIDLAW EXCHANGE 2023

Hi everyone!

This is my work for the KidLaw Xmas Exchange 2023 event! (you can view the full image in my Deviantart).

My giftee is Yami from Twitter (check their artworks there!). Their request was open but they pointed that Kid has to be his beefy self. Well, honey, I honestly think I've achieved it! I hope you'll love it as much as I do :).

@kidlawevents please could you send it to them through Twitter once you get this? Currently I'm on vacation but I'll get in contact as soon as I get back home!

Special thanks to @sorellaerba and @sneakend for organizing this one year more!!!

Happy Holidays for everyone and have a great New Year!

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[betsib]

This is my gift for @glooumnastas for the KidLaw holiday exchange 2023, organised by @kidlawevents . I had a lot of fun on this one and hope you'll like it. Happy holidays!

Title: Hold My Hand

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 4,562

Summary: Law and Kid get caught together at a party and get sent to a remote estate in the countryside to be out of the public eye. It is place where more than one secret is just waiting to be uncovered.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52443175