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Drabbles for @cebwrites

Drabble #1: Pretty Lap Kitten

Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Pretty mild smut

Kirin had entered his office in a certain mood. He's wearing what he considers (and vehemently deems) a sweater, cropped just enough that when he lifts his hands, the underside of his tits are shown--but it is fluffy, he'll give Kirin that. Despite the cold weather, he also wears what Kirin dubs a part of his "whoredrobe", a short skirt; a bit flared skirt. Again, he doesn't understand how Kirin's skin stays smooth and survives the cold weather with outfits like these, daily, but who is he to complain?

His lover easily plopped himself down onto his lap, no underwear, mind you, and proceeded to act innocent one can be as he grinds his ass down on him. Law hums to himself thoughtfully, taking his glasses off and placing his patient's documents down in favor of paying attention to his favorite thing. With practiced ease, he runs his hands up Kirin's legs, lingers on his thighs, delights in the way his partner shivers, shoving his ass even more against his crotch.

"Pretty kitten, what do you think you're doing?" Kirin squeaks, snapping his legs closed when Law grasps him, massaging at the crease between his thighs and slit, pressing his fingers firmly before lightly tracing the skin's smoothness.

"Nothing~" Kirin purrs into his ear, all sweet honey and teasing rolls of his hips.

Law indulges him still, fingers sliding lightly against his Kirin's entrance, dripping and wet already. He drags a finger up and down, dips his finger where the wetness is rolling out in small waves, coats the tip with it before he drags his finger back up, massages where he knows Kirin is at his weakest--listens to the sighs and gasps.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but he manages to free his own cock from his pants and lets Kirin sit on it, pressed and nestled between perky cheeks and muscular thighs. With a nuzzle from Kirin, he dips a finger into him, at the first knuckle, he twists, presses, and massages his passage before burying his finger even deeper. "Oh," Kirin breathes out in delight. From there, Kirin spreads his legs farther, hooks his ankles against Law’s calves as he reaches back, threads his fingers into dark lock and grips, grinding down harder, faster. Law buries a second finger, down to the hilt before withdrawing up to the first knuckle again and spreads his fingers apart, plants his lips on Kirin's exposed shoulder, kissing away the salty sweat, leaves bites and bruises into his beautiful tan skin. With the third finger inside Kirin, he thrusts faster, goes harder, buries them deeper. The wet squelching and shallow panting ringing throughout the office, is music to Law's ears. "Law, fuck-" Kirin tries to twist his body to turn and face him, he manages somewhat successfully with his upper body sideways and pressed to Law's chest. "Fuck, there--yes!" Law hums, spreads his fingers inside before drawing them out and thrusting back in. With Kirin's hold on his black hair, he pushes their faces close, breathing each other in, panting the other's air. Law licks and nibbles at Kirin's bottom lip, through his panting, whispers against his mouth, "I love you, Kirin." Before diving in with a kiss. Kirin keens against him, his thighs shaking and his body curved, ass pressed to his wet cock as he cums. When they separate from their kiss, Kirin's cheeks are a bright red, immediately turning to face forward, and with a hand, covers the upper part of his face, eyes closed shut, groaning as he buries his shyness and embarrassment away. Law simply chuckles against the other's nape, planting kisses and hugging him tight.

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Drabble #2: Couch cuddles and Barbie movies

Tags: Cuddles, Fluff, Softness

It’s been an exhausting day, an exhausting week, fuck, an exhausting month.

Law can only imagine how Chopper’s holding up with his residency—he makes a mental note to check on his old roommate when he’s got the time as he closes the door behind him.

Sluggishly making his way from the entrance to, at least, the living room couch. It’s the idea of being able to face-plant down into familiar cushions that pushes him that small one meter trek and being able to fulfill his just-got-home-dreams of momentarily dying on the couch before having to face reality once again.

There’s a deep groan that leaves him, muffled against the pillows, his eyes slipping shut with a sigh.

When he wakes up, Kirin’s voice bids farewell to someone in a chirpy tone before Law hears the door click close and Kirin’s footsteps making its way to stand behind the couch. “Are you awake?”

Law nods, albeit minutely, not in the mood nor mental capacity to move but also getting the urge to turn around and see Kirin.

The latter wins in his little scale of pros and cons, turning himself over with an exasperated groan that Kirin grins at, when Law finally settles on his back, Kirin jumps over the back and lands straddling Law’s torso. It’s a silent plea made by the med student that Kirin slowly and carefully leans over, dragging his body lower until he’s straddling Law’s thighs instead so he can lay his head on the student’s chest.

“Hungry?” Kirin asks softly after minutes of just being in each other’s presence. A hand carding through long, silver-silk hair and a hum in affirmation. They stay that way for a few more minutes, Law looking up at the ceiling with blearily eyes but gentle fingers combing through long hair.

Eventually, Kirin stands, Law heaves out a sigh and albeit exaggerated groan when his partner sits on his thighs. A quirked brow is all Kirin responds with.

Kirin brings over two large bowls, and with just the first bite, something in Law’s mind clicks, connecting the dots as Reiji’s food brings him comfort. His exhausted self slumping on the couch as Kirin positions himself so that his legs are draped over Law’s.

“Reiji was here?”

Kirin swallows and nods, “And Rio.”

They spend the next minutes just eating, zoning out on the Barbie movie playing on their television.

Their bowls are left discarded on their small coffee table, their legs tangled and bodies pressed. Law’s head tucked under Kirin’s chin, listening to his lover’s heartbeats as another Barbie movie plays.

Kirin meanwhile would juggle from watching the movie with him to mindlessly scrolling through his social media accounts. Would briefly tell him, this celebrity is casted for a new role or that celebrity just came out and is given unbridled support from fans.

But he nods and listens to Kirin’s words anyway. He also doesn’t know why they’re watching Barbie movies, but he doesn’t question it either.

A hand is rubbing up and down his back, Kirin singing along to the movies, snorting at attempted jokes, and from time to time would even say, “Fuck yeah, Barbie, you don’t need a stupid himbo”.

And for the time being, he doesn’t think about his responsibilities, the fact that he has to review material, make sure his notes are in order, or even worry about any impromptu quizzes.

Instead, he tells Kirin about how he wondered how Chopper’s doing some time during their second movie, Kirin whipping out his phone and texting Chopper, with a worried furrow between his brows—Law kisses it away, whispering words to his skin, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

They shed their pants by the third movie just so they can feel each other’s heat, the press of skin to skin, feet running up and down exposed legs and calves. The hand that was rubbing Law’s back is now buried underneath his shirt, large palm resting on the small of Law’s back instead, just there.

By the fourth movie, they fall sleep with Law’s face tucked into the crook of his partner’s face and Kirin’s nose buried in his dark hair.

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When You Move, I'm Moved

COMMISSION: @cebwrites Characters: Kirin ( OC ), Law, Penguin, Shachi, Reiji ( OC ), Izzy ( OC ) Ship: LawRin Word Count: 5,228 Rating: E Warnings: None; just a fun bit of action & smut. Author's Notes: For my first time writing Law in a long form piece, I'm p happy. Thank you for letting me play around with Kirin <3

The sun was high in the sky by the time they dropped their anchors. The island appeared to be relatively uninhabited- at least, on this side of it. As long as the shoreline appeared empty, undisturbed- that was good enough of a sign for the pair of crews. Kirin stretched languidly, almost cat-like, as his crew mulled about, trying to decide whether they wanted to feel the sand beneath their feet or take this time to rest. He could already see Penguin and Shachi on shore, the latter chasing the former across the white sand. Perfect. Swinging his legs over the bannister, he settled onto the gangplank with a soft ‘thunk’. The board bounced with each step, causing him to hurry along just a touch, even if the dock didn’t look any more promising.

The dock they’d settled at was old, he noticed; brows furrowing as he crouched down to study the wood. No one had used this in years- at least a decade, if he were being generous. The wood hadn’t been treated in far too long, threatening to give beneath his weight if he didn’t balance properly. The sound of footsteps drew him from his curios thoughts; Law approached, a brow raised, the silent question of what the fuck he was doing evident. “Old dock. Needs work,” he explained, rising to his full height. “I’m surprised it’s holding either of us, really.”

“I’ll make sure Bepo doesn’t get on it,” Law murmured, their gaze flickering to the Polar Tang. “Though, he’s more likely to just jump into the water.” The thought of Bepo taking a step onto the dock, the wood splintering beneath, and Bepo falling into the water in a near-comical fashion almost brought a smile to their lips.

“Can’t let you fall in, can I?” Kirin murmured, a hint of a smile curving his lips as he walked alongside Law, bumping his arm against their own gently. His hand twitched; the urge to take hold of Law’s own flashing through his mind before he quickly set that aside. Not here, not now.

Penguin screamed as Shachi tackled him. To the winner, the spoils.

“Funny, ha, ha.” Law huffed, rolling their eyes as they stepped off the dock, settling into the sand. They study their surroundings for a long moment, hands stuffed into the pockets of their jeans. “… Do you think if you released enough electricity at once, you’d turn the sand to glass?”

“What, like how lightning does?”

“Yes.”

Kirin fell quiet at the question, his head tilting. Now THAT was a question, one he hadn’t anticipated- nor really thought much of, really. “You know… I’m not sure. Never paid much attention to that.” His gaze flickered from Law, to the sand, to Law once more, a slow smirk curving his lips as they groaned at the familiar mischief that had taken over his gaze. “Wanna see if we can? I mean, you’re the one who’s supposed to know everything, aren’t you?” He teased lightly, stepping closer to the other Captain. A glance around their surroundings to ensure that no, no one was looking at them in the moment. Perfect.

“Hold on-” Law sighed, hands held out, palms facing out- the universal sign for fucking wait you overgrown puppy dog. “When we cross over into the New World- it’s going to be different. There will be stronger fights, more danger than anything we’ve experienced- both together, and apart. It isn’t going to be easy.”

“You say that like I don’t know that already.”

“I’m saying this because I need to get stronger.”

“… Oh?” Attention sufficiently caught, Kirin dropped the taunting tone for the time being. “You’re afraid something will happen out there that you can’t handle, right?” Law’s brow twitched. Bingo. “So you wanna take this time that we have now before we head in to… Get stronger?” No answer, not verbally. Sometimes, getting Law to talk was almost like pulling teeth. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, love.”

Ah, that did it. Law groaned, dragging a hand over their face, fingers dragging against the stubble that had settled along their jawline. They hadn’t shaved that morning. “I don’t want what happened to the Straw Hats-ya to happen to us,” came the admittance. What happened on Sabaody had been a shitstorm and a half. “And I need to be able to take care of it. Of everyone.”

“So, let’s think. You have your sword, yeah? And obviously, your Devil Fruit.” Kirin murmured, slowly pacing through the sand as Law watched him. “And I have my electricity-”

“Kirin.”

“Wha?”

“How does that… Work, exactly? The electricity.”

“Well…” He shuffles his feet in the sand, watching as a crab skittered away towards the water. “I dunno, really. I can just… feel it, you know? Like, you know when a storm is brewing? And you’re standing on the top of the Tang, watching the clouds gather? You can feel the air cooling, and there’s this… This charge in the air? Ozone, I guess you could call it. That moment before lightning strikes- when your hair stands on end and you realize that there’s a current flowing through? I can feel that- all around me. In me, too. In you- everything.”

“In… Me?”

“Yeah, so- if I were to stand close to you like this,” his lips curved into a slow, small smile as he stepped closer. “I can feel it even stronger. And really, if you think about it- really think about it,” his voice softened; a conversation just between the two of them. “It’s just a matter of learning how to harness that energy, to make it… Bend to my will.” A subtle brush of his fingers against Law’s arm had the Doctor stilling, their breath catching in their throat. “But if anyone can figure out how that works, it’s obviously going to be My Doctor, right?”

Zap.

The small jolt of electricity drew a sharp hiss out of Law as they took a sharp step to the side, their gaze narrowing as they studied Kirin for a moment. “I have an idea, then.”

“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Kirin feigned innocence as he raised his hands, lips curving into a wicked grin more befitting a predator about to pounce upon their prey. “Dunno what you’re talking about, Captain.”

Without warning, Law struck out, for once choosing physical hits over using their Devil Fruit. Their hand connected to Kirin’s palm, whose fingers closed over their fist, but they used that to their advantage. With a shove forward, Kirin stumbled back one step, then two, then three.

The fight began.

“There they go,” Reiji sighed, settling down in the sand beside Izzy.

“Pen and Shach are “sparring”, too.” Izzy muttered, an arm tossed over his face as he essentially sunned, lazing on the warm sand. If this got Kirin’s pent up energy out? Good.

“I won’t go easy.” Kirin warned with a smug smirk, watching the way Law straightened up, their brows furrowing over their gaze.

Their hand raised, head tilting to the side slightly as they watched Kirin shuffle around in the sand. “I’d be insulted if you did,” they countered, followed by the command of “Room!”

Kirin leapt to the left, watching as the blue aura settled over the area he’d been mere moments before. Law cursed beneath their breath as they followed through, dumping a few stray rocks off to the side in an annoyed movement. If they wanted to get out of their comfort zone and get stronger? Then he’ll drag them out, kicking and screaming. He lunged forward, taking Law by surprise, tackling them to the sand.

“Bastard!” Law wheezed, grabbing onto Kirin’s shoulders, hips rocking up to roll him over- a movement that normally worked, but now? Teeth gritted, they tried to force him to move, to roll, but Kirin was locked in place, knees in the sand, one arm braced against their chest, the other hand holding his weight. An annoying, and rare, grin spread across Kirin’s lips, baring sharp teeth.

But he wasn’t the only one with tricks.

Law fell still, studying Kirin for a moment before his fingers twitched. “Room!”

“Shit!” Kirin scrambled back, but it was too late, the aura settling around both of them.

Law lurched forward, grabbing his arm, only to get a sharp pulse of electricity coursing through them. A muffled yell escaped as they released Kirin, stumbling back as the aura broke. This was why they liked fighting from a distance, rather than up close and personal like they currently were. “Stop that!”

“Make me.”

“Damn brat.” Law ducked as Kirin spun, a kick that certainly would have done damage just barely skimming over their head. Kirin’s heel was directed into a small boulder- or, what was once a small boulder, as the rock cracked. Law backtracked quickly, putting as much distance between them as possible as the rock fell to pieces. So much power in one movement; it made them wonder what would have happened had that connected with their skull.

No, nevermind. Not something to focus on now.

“Room!” No hesitation could be found within their movements as they turned their hand over, catching Kirin off guard. “Shambles!” The aura dissipates as Kirin is sent spinning through the air, much to his annoyance. Law watched in barely hidden amusement as he flailed about in the air before landing none too gently on the sand. Almost like a cat. If a cat were less graceful. Maybe a rabbit would be a better animal… Law took the moment to grab hold of the hilt of Kikoku. The weight felt comforting in their grasp, a reminder of what they could do.

“C’mon, Captain!” Kirin hollered as he rose up to his full height, rolling his shoulders and neck. Electricity crackled along his skin, sparking across his knuckles, over the tip of his tongue as he swiped away a bead of blood from his lip. “Get over here.” Sand clung to their legs, to their arms, hands. Wasn’t fair that they were the only one covered in dirt.

“How’d you say it again? Oh, right,” Law hummed, shifting their stance. “Make me.”

Bloodlust began to sing within twin veins; hearts racing within chests as they met in the middle, the blow strong enough between the scabbard of Kikoku and the fist of Kirin. The shockwave generated was certainly enough to draw attention, followed by the one after, and again-

“How many is that?” Penguin asks as he wanders his way back over, Shachi trailing behind, brushing sand off of his cap.

“Six.” Tetsu hummed as he leaned back against the trunk of a tree, enjoying the shade it offered with its fanned leaves. Another shockwave; a near pulse of electricity danced through the air. “Seven, actually.”

“Get used to it.” Izzy spoke up, though he didn’t bother to open his eyes as Shachi plopped down to his left. “If you think this is bad, imagine how it’s gonna be when we cross over into the New World.”

“You think it’ll be worse?” Penguin asks, attention flickering between Izzy and Ikkaku, who had waved Bepo over to comb sand out of his fur. Izzy let out a snort, rolling over onto his front. Might as well get an even tan. “Oh, I know it’ll be worse than this.”

“Great. Awesome.” Penguin muttered, scrubbing his hands over his face, wincing at the sound of Law yelling. “At least the captain's enjoying themself…”

“Give up yet?” Law asked, panting heavily as they stood across from Kirin. Their hat had been set aside mid-fight after falling off.

Kirin wiped at his nose, smearing crimson. “Like hell.” He lurched forward as electricity crackled like lightning across his skin, reaching for Kikoku but falling short. Using the momentum of his fall, he struck out with his leg, tripping Law as they backed up. They didn’t fall, but that’s fine.

He slammed his palms upon the ground, watching as electricity crackled across the surface, racing towards Law who couldn’t dodge it, not this time. A muffled yell escaped as they went to their knees. To their right, a tree cracked as the remainder of the electricity discharged into it, the trunk splintering up the center.

Kirin surged; four large steps had them tackling Law forward into the sand, effectively knocking both Kikoku from their grasp, and the air from their lungs. As they wheezed beneath him, he looped his arm around their neck into a sleeper hold; cautious too keep it loose, just in case. Law fell still within his grasp, their breaths rattling.

“Yield?”

A beat of silence. Kirin tightened his hold subtly, feeling the way Law’s jaw clenched. “I yield.”

“What was that?” He taunted smugly.

“I yield, get off.” They grumble as Kirin releases them. With the grace of a newborn leopard cub, Law clambered to their feet, grimacing at the way their body ached in this aftermath. Sand clung to their cheek; they brushed it away with the back of their hand before reaching down for Kikoku, slinging the blade over their shoulder, which sang with the threat of a pulled muscle.

Kirin did a damn number on them, but it felt good. So good, in fact, their jeans felt a touch snug. The joys of bloodlust; the warrior’s true drug of choice. Speaking of Kirin…

Blood swiped away with the flick of a tongue draws their attention first. Kirin grimaced at the way his lip stung; Law fought the urge to reach out to grasp his face, to turn it this way and that way to study the damage that had been dealt. The feeling of sun warmed skin beneath their palms still lingered, fingers twitching as they turned away from their lover to study the beach.

“You made glass.” They break the silence, kicking a piece of what had once been sand, turned glass, towards him. They walked over to where their hat had been placed and took hold of it, shaking off the sand that clung to the fabric. They settled it back onto their head, shielding their gaze from the sun overhead.

It's too warm here.

Kirin leans down, grabbing hold of the glass with curious fingers. “Well, ain’t that neat?” He mutters, pocketing the glass as if it were some souvenir he’d found at a shop rather than a random beach in the Grand Line. He watches as Law rolls their shoulders; their lips curve into a grimace. “I know that last one hurt, Law.” He sighs as he steps closer, smoothing a hand over their back, feeling the way they tense before relaxing- sort of. “C’mon back to mine, lemme rub it out?”

“… Sure.” For once, they agree; they can feel the way the muscle is wanting to tense, and there’s only so much they can do themself. Walking ahead of Kirin, they catch a glance of Penguin and Shachi ducking behind a small rock formation. Ikkaku had settled down on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. Further back, Tetsu in the midst of a conversation with Hake that looked far more animated than Law wanted to even try to decode. Izzy almost looked like he was sleeping.

Huh.

“Oops,” Kirin murmured, gaze settled on a new cut on the back of Law’s arm. “Think when you took that fall, you hit a rock.”

“Did I?” Law huffed, raising their arm to look at the underside, brows furrowing at the sight of dried blood. It wasn’t anywhere near deep enough to leave a lasting scar. “Blame you.”

“Me?” Kirin gasped, though no heat was found within his tone as he stepped ahead of Law. “And to think I'm inviting you onto my vessel…”

Law hummed, gaze openly roving over Kirin's back; the way his muscles flexed beneath tanned skin, how sweat and sand clung to him. A quick shower would do them both some good, really, but something was lingering beneath the surface. their gaze trailed lower; Kirin had such a nice waist, that much was obvious. To feel the way their fingers settled on his skin, how his skin always felt so warm. Alive.

They swallowed roughly around nothing.

“Anyway,” Kirin continued; they realized that he’d been speaking this whole time. Oops. “Let me look at your arm while we’re here, yeah? I wanna make sure it isn’t too bad.”

“Mm.” Law hummed in agreement, climbing over the railing to settle on the deck.

Kirin smirked, reaching over to tug Law closer by one of their belt loops. The sudden pull surprised them, a soft grunt escaping as they collided with their lover’s chest. “Everyone’s on shore,” he murmured, ducking his head down to steal a quick kiss. He could feel the way Law had frowned at the display of affection- still so openly. “We’re alone on my ship. Alone. Completely.”

“You’re insatiable.” Law muttered, despite the way they, too, were craving their lover. It’d been over a week since they’d last been able to even sleep in the same bed, let alone anything more physical. Their fingers twitched as they moved further in, casually heading towards Kirin’s quarters. “C’mon.”

“Really?”

“I’ll change my mind.”

“Fuck, no, get in there.” Kirin’s voice dripped with excitement, a velvet purr that sent chills across Law’s skin and excitement pooling at the base of their spine. They reached out as Kirin passed by, grabbing hold of his waist and pushing him against the wall with ease. They pressed close, leaning on their toes to offer a kiss against his throat. “Law,” Kirin whined softly, brows furrowing at how easy it had been for them to move him.

“Could take you right here-”

“Don’t tempt me,” Kirin breathed, excitement beginning to take hold once more, mingling with the bloodlust that still sang for more. More violence, more grappling, more of feeling Law so close, their skin beneath his hands-

“-but I’d rather see your face.”

“Fucker.” Kirin muttered, though he didn’t try to shake Law loose. Rather, he shifted his hips, pressing back against Law, head tilting to the side to offer more space. His hand reached back, cupping the back of Law’s head, playing with the soft strands of onyx at the base of their skull. The press of lips against his skin had a soft sound of pleasure escaping as Law’s hands roved. Their fingers settled over his chest, thumbs brushing against sensitive nipples in a teasing manner. “Fuck, Law,” he whispered, eyes falling shut as the sharp sting of fingers pinching, twisting, shot through him, only adding to the pressure that had begun to build at the base of his spine, to the heat that was taking him over with each little ministration from their talented hands.“C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”

“You look good when you beg,” they murmured against the side of his throat, teeth catching against skin, offering a soft bite that had a keen escaping Kirin’s throat.

“You gotta try harder if you want that, then.”

Law took that personally. Their hands gripped his hips, pulling him back against their chest. “Room,” they murmured, “and Shambles.” Kirin didn’t even have a chance to tense before the pull of being essentially pushed through space, only to land in Kirin’s room, took hold. It was always a touch disorienting, his head swimming as their hands left his hips. “Bed.”

“Bossy.” Kirin snickered as he turned, tugging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, smoothing his hands over his chest. The ache that settled in the muscles came from that one hit Law managed to get in. A soak in a bath could help that, later.

Law descended upon him quickly, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his skull while the other settled on his hip as their lips met in a none too gentle kiss. A hiss escaped Kirin at the feeling of Law’s teeth nipping at his lip; he could feel the way Law was smirking at the reaction.

Two could play at that game.

Kirin’s fingers ghosted along their sides, sparks of electricity dancing over the thin shirt that Law wore. A stuttered gasp spilled free into their kiss as they tensed, much to his glee. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured against his lover’s lips, reaching a hand up to pluck the hat away from their head, taking care to set it aside out of the danger zone. “Just give in, Captain.”

“Kirin,” the muffled groan of his name was all the warning he received before Law was pushing him back, back, back, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Down he fell with a soft laugh, gaze roving over Law, drinking in the flush in their cheeks, the way their chest rose and fell with quick breaths. The heat in their gaze was more than enough to confirm Kirin’s suspicions regarding their earlier activities.

“Why’re you pausing?” He asked, brows furrowing over a golden gaze that was darkened with lust. His hands roved, fingers drifting across his nipples, tracking the way Law’s gaze followed every movement.

“Enjoying the view.” Law replied, their lips tilting into a small smirk.

“The view’s better up close.”

“Brat,” Law muttered with a roll of their eyes. Their shirt was tugged off, tossed aside with little care to note where it landed. They settled between Kirin’s thighs, hands smoothing along the still-clothed appendages. “I could leave. Just go back to the Tang.”

“No, you won’t.” Kirin reached out, fingers dragging down their chest, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. Law groaned, the sound music to his ears, as they shuddered. “C’mon, Law. I want you, I need you.”

Law huffed, fingers making quick work on the first of Kirin’s belts, internally cursing their boyfriend for having a complicated wardrobe. They had half a mind to simply tear the clothes, but decided against that just as quickly. Kirin lifted his hips, helping them as they tugged their pants down once, twice, three times before they were falling to the floor. “Someone’s worked up,” they taunted, a smug smirk curving their lips as Kirin groaned, eyes rolling in annoyance. They always did this, teased him until he was near delirious with want and begging to just be fucked.

“I can and will kick you across this room if you do not-” Kirin’s complaints fell quiet at the grip Law had on his thighs, nails digging in as they leaned close, pressing a kiss to the large scar on his left thigh. “Oh,” he sighed, head falling back against the bed. Law descended upon him, then; tongue drifting against damp skin, toying and teasing in ways that had Kirin’s fingers smoothing through their hair, tugging on the short strands. His hips canted up, but each time, Law would draw back with a shake of their head.

Damn them.

A chorus of whines and half-formed begs later, Law had settled high between his thighs, their own pants half-tugged down in their haste to be close, to touch, to feel their partner. The need to feel his skin against their own, to feel the way he reacted to each small movement, each grind. How each press of lips to heated skin was driving them closer and closer to an edge they weren’t ready to dive over just yet. “There’s somethin’ I wanna try,” they murmured as their hips slowly rutted forward, the head of their cock bumping against his piercing over and over. “Trust me?”

“‘Course I do,” Kirin huffed, reaching out to cup their cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin. He’ll comment about how fucked Law’s hair had become later, even if it looks damn good like this, currently. “Whatever you wanna try, Law.”

“Good boy.” Law sighed as they adjusted, brows pinching inwards as the head of their cock caught on his entrance. They groaned as they sank into the tight heat, eyes falling shut as Kirin whined beneath them, his thighs tightening on either side of their hips. It was a stretch each and every damn time, regardless of how often they found themselves tangled together.

“Been too long.” Kirin whispered, worrying his bottom lip as he shifted his hips subtly, glad they remembered to put a pillow beneath his hips. It certainly made all the difference, now. “God, you’re so deep already,” whining, he opened one eye, only to feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight he was greeted with. Law, with their eyes shut, their jaw slack, chest rising and falling with heavy pants. What an ego boost, he thought to himself, a breathless little laugh escaping as he rolled his hips experimentally, listening to the way Law grunted at the movement, dragging them back to the present.

Hint taken, they reached down, grabbing hold of his thigh to press up, up, up- knee to Kirin’s chest, intentionally spreading him wider. “There we go,” Law muttered as they rocked forward, pelvis rutting against Kirin’s piercing, drawing free a warbling moan.

“Shit, Law, that’s- oh, God, you’re deep,” Kirin reached out, gripping onto the back of his own knee, holding it against his chest as Law began to move. It felt as if the air were getting punched out of them with each one, moans catching in his throat as he reached out to grip onto Law’s shoulder with his free hand. Nails dug into the flesh, creating crescent moons from how hard he gripped onto them. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, please.”

“Since,” Law grunted, slowing their pace to a slow grind, hips canting upwards to press just right, “you asked so nicely, I won’t.”

“Wha, like you had plans on stopping halfway through?”

“I could edge you.” It was a warning; a threat. They would. They had before.

“That is… Cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I dunno, sweetheart. Do you deserve to be punished?” Law all but growled out as they slid down to the hilt, leaning over their boyfriend who nearly yelled with the sudden movement. A smug chuckle escaped as they stole a kiss. Kirin’s hand found its way to their hair, tugging on the short, dark strands. “I think you do.”

“No, no, no,” Kirin begged, head whipping back and forth in desperation. “Please, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good, Law, please-”

“Dunno. You threw me around a whole lot out there. That wasn’t nice, was it?” They taunted, enjoying the way Kirin grew rapidly more desperate with each taunt, each faux threat. “God, you got even tighter around me just then. Do you want me to stop? To leave you here, unsatisfied? Not let you come like you’re begging me to?”

“Law!” Kirin gasped, hand slipping between their bodies- only to be batted aside by Law’s own.

“Tsk, greedy little thing.” They mumbled, though their concentration was beginning to slip. Kirin was so warm, so wet, drawing them in with each stroke.

His hands reached out, smoothing across Law’s chest, up towards their throat, fingers trailing against the sides in the ghost of a proper hold- but it was enough.

They groaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder as their hips rutted against his; they wouldn’t last much longer, not like this, not with how good he felt wrapped around their cock. They could feel the pressure building at the base of their spine, could feel the way Kirin pulsed around them, hear the desperate pitch in his tone. “Fuck, I love it when you beg,” muttering against their collarbone, they press open mouthed kisses along the warm skin before them. “Remember what I asked? If you trusted me?”

“Yes?” Kirin answered, a touch breathlessly, as they continued to punch the air out of his lungs with each thrust. The strain on his thigh was starting to wear on him; he shifted his hand, letting go to allow his leg to splay to the side. “Right there, right there- ‘m so close, please!”

“There we go,” that’s what they needed to hear, pushing back up to settle back on their knees, dragging Kirin’s hips up onto their lap as if he weighed nothing to them. Ragdoll; their little toy to use in that moment.“C’mon, come for me.” This was the fun part; their thumb brushed against where they joined. If they were right with this idea, then it would be the best god damn orgasm either of them had had in their lives.

“Countershock.”

Kirin stiffened up, a scream of pleasure tearing free from his throat as his climax fell over him in a startling crash, like a wave crashing over rocks during a swell. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what had happened; it felt as if electricity had come from Law, as if they had localized it to where they had been joined. His heart felt as if it had stopped; head swimming as Law stilled within him, spilling with a startled cry of his name.

Law sighed as they leaned forward, resting their head against Kirin’s chest. They couldn’t move even if they had wanted to at that moment. Everything was shaking, vibrating. It was like Kirin had shocked them- and truthfully, they think that he did, just a little, adding onto the charge from Countershock. They hadn’t anticipated coming from it, but they certainly came. Subtle rocks from their hips extended the pleasure for both as Kirin whined from the borderline overstimulation.

“How did you…?” Kirin asked after catching his breath, fingers brushing against Law’s spine slowly as they shifted.

They were careful as they pulled out, mirroring Kirin’s grimace at the drag. “Figured it out a few weeks back. Wanted to see if it’d have the same reaction that your little tricks do.” A smug smile curved their lips as they pushed themself up, gaze meeting Kirin’s own. “I guess it does.”

“Oh, you asshole,” Kirin huffed despite the smile that spread across his face. He reached up, smoothing a hand over their cheek, up into their hair, ruffling the dark strands even more. “You know…”

“Hm?” Law hummed, eyes closing as Kirin’s fingers offered a gentle scratch against their scalp, prompting chills to erupt across their skin. Just like a big kitty, Kirin thought to himself, amused at how easy it was to get Law to just relax when they were alone. “Ship’s still quiet…” He trailed off, leaning up to press one, then two, then three slow kisses along the expanse of Law’s bared throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, dragging out a shudder from his lover. “And you’re still hard.”

“Kirin.” That was a warning.

But warnings were suggestions, in Kirin’s mind. Grinning against their throat, he used his larger mass against Law’s slighter form and rolled them over, settling victoriously above them with a grin more akin to a wolf staring down at its prey. “Tell me you don’t want it.” He taunted, hips settling over Law’s own, grinding slowly. Law’s hands settled on his hips, squeezing the flesh there. Not pushing- no, pulling him closer, pressing harder, dragging a moan free from him.

“Show me what you got.” Law’s voice was hoarse, strained with lust, but the look in their eyes was nothing short of challenging.

“Yes, Captain.”

[lawrinlewis]

sure, my fic can have some antagonistic yet meaningful mafurui friendship. as a treat

[queen-haq]

To clarify reader does feel remorseful for sending the email right?

Oh, she's completely remorseful. She regretted it almost instantly, and she's done a lot of damage control so there really isn't much for Karen to find anyway. The pieces of evidence Ksren has shows evidence tracing back to Lawrins, but not any connection to Billy.

But she won't tell Billy that. If hating her will make him leave her alone, she'll take that risk. And, also, her own pride.

Thank you for the message 🙏

[drsunshaine]

"...It took a lot to get here, but I can't help but feel like a dream of mine came true. Thanks, Law."

[thedarling]

I wrote a fanfic last month after I finished Tales of Arise and I made this illustration to go with it. I love seeing the community post their artwork here and wanted to add to it.

If you feel so inclined, I'd appreciate a hit or dropping a kudo on my story. #shamelessask

[girderednerve]

ha ha ha well i have accomplished nothing today except managing to keep my whining over my growing malaise minimal, but i have built a completely ridiculous preliminary thesis bibliography. making this post to commemorate my first academic commitment to Read Some Marx (pre-capitalist economic formations; this is probably not a good spot to start but hobsbawm edited it & i’m writing a medieval history thesis, so whatever)

[cebwrites]

doodle dump 🩵💛

(featuring ocs from @mew-ya @lale-txt @exzireart and @bountysantos 💕)

[cebuwu]

more than a lil bite 💕

(thank you to @childofblackmaria who gave me the confidence to post this ;w;)

[capricious-bastard13]

(I know) You're an Angel

AO3

Tags: Fluff & Smut! Bottom Law (ey, let's go), Little bit of crack

I don't have anything clever to say so @cebwrites

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They’ve gotten used to the heat, sometimes it’s humid but bearable. As the sun sets, the party slowly starts. What’s the party for? No idea! But at least this time, the weather is just slightly better than the few days prior.

And despite the loose way Kirin manages his crew and ship, with their little breaks and celebrations late into the night, they’re decent and dependable. It’s no wonder Kirin doesn’t need to “tower over crewmates like a dictator” as Kirin would like to say.

Both Izzy and Rio take turns in giving out orders when needed with Kirin going MIA a couple hours of the day to take his little cat naps or cool off from the heat.

Law feels his shoulders finally loosen after Shachi gives him a list of their inventory count. “Already told Mitsu about the perishables and stuff.”

“Great. That means we can depart in a couple days.” Shachi’s shoulders slump, making a big show of hunching his back and everything. Law simply stares at him, “What?”

“Just a couple days?”

“We’ve stayed here for too long. We need to get a move on.” Shachi sighs out audibly but otherwise nods in agreement, despite the disappointment written all over his face.

 “Ah, goodbye alcohol.”

The brunette shakes his head, a quiet but amused huff leaving him before he waves a hand off in a silent order for Shachi to leave.

Once the door is closed, Kirin bursts in with Rio in tow. The brunettes’ gazes meet, immediately glaring secretly at each other as Kirin rummages through his wardrobe. “Don’t you have clothes back at the inn, Captain?” Rio asks, plopping down on the bed with a sweet sigh.

“Yes but!” He gives the taller man splayed out on his bed a quick glance, “The clothes I’m looking for aren’t slutty enough.” Law shakes his head, standing up from where he sits behind Kirin’s desk. “Your clothes literally consist of cropped or see-through shirts and short shorts when you aren’t already topless. What are you talking about, Kiri-ya?”

Rio hums, “Don’t forget the opulent fur coats and jackets.”

Kirin pauses and looks at Law directly. Without saying a thing, Kirin’s golden gaze looks at Law from head to toe. Then with a determined nod to himself, he mumbles, “Yup, not slutty enough.” Rio snickers.

“Well, whatever. I’m going back to the inn.” Kirin hums a happy tune at him while Rio flips him off. Law returns it, sneering at each other.

“Play nice, you two.” Kirin chastises them with his back turned. Rio sticks his tongue out; Law rolls his eyes at him before finally leaving the room.

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The night has settled in. And contrasting against the darkness of the sky above is the warm, bright orange glow of their growing bonfire.

There are a couple smaller fire pits made and being used to barbeque meat, the smell wafting deliciously in the air. The summer night air and horizon above has given them the universal permission to start partying to their hearts’ content.

Kirin and Rio are attached at the hip, with the shorter man’s arm loosely wrapped around his mate’s waist as they—mostly Kirin—stare down at the cooking meats with a pint of ale. “Slow down, all right?” Rio reminds his captain who simply nods as he starts his night off ‘lightly’.

Rio huffs out, a bit endeared before planting a kiss on Kirin’s cheek, telling him that some of the meat should be cooked in a couple minutes for him to eat alongside his drink. “You’re the best, Rio.” Kirin chimes, smooching the other man’s cheek in return, slipping from Rio’s grip to get a refill.

The night starts off with wild hoots and cheers, enjoying the coolness dusk brings, as opposed to the day where everyone's fuses are a bit shorter—some more than others—blood boiling with the heat.

The captains each take their own glasses and settle in their own spots. Law had taken refuge just a bit further away from the ruckus, still within earshot though, as he observed the way Kirin and Rio gravitated toward each other.

Eventually Reiji takes a seat next to him. Exchanging looks with subtle grins. They're shoulder to shoulder, basking in the silent company that the other brings.

Someone had started playing music, officially kicking off whatever "celebratory" party they threw tonight.  But after several or so songs, a slow one comes on. Both brunettes watched as Kirin excitedly looked up at Rio, snaking the hand that was resting on his waist to instead rest on his lower back as Kirin directed themselves to face each other.

It was a sweet scene to watch, Kirin being wrapped up in warmth and comfort from Rio, who Law may or may not have disagreements with from time to time, but still secretly and quietly appreciated the significance that his presence gave, not only to Kirin but to Reiji and himself as well.

Reiji sighs next to him, a slight haze settling in his gaze as he keeps watching the duo dancing in an embrace. Then, he leans closer to Law and plants a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth before standing. "I'm going to join them. You?"

Law chances a glance at Kirin and Rio and feels his heart throb and swell with emotion—though he prefers sitting back and relaxing just a bit for now, he subtly shakes his head at the older man's question. "I'm all right." Reiji's lips curl into a small but fond smile, wordlessly telling Law to come to him if he was needed.

He returns the smile with his own, nodding his head in the still slow-dancing duo's direction in a silent nudge for Reiji to get a move on. Reiji leans down and gives Law a kiss one more time before walking away.

Reiji gracefully places a hand upon the small of Rio’s back, and with his other hand, he takes Kirin’s into his own, kissing his captain’s knuckles as they lock eyes. Law sighs contentedly at the way Kirin visibly swoons, a light pink dusting his cheeks before it bunches up as he grins.

“You guys go ahead!” Kirin chimes, pulling Reiji up for a kiss before pulling away from them. Rio says something but Kirin reassures him—his words a bit quieter this time that Law isn’t able to pick them out—then walks away to the huddled circle of his and Law’s crewmates combined.

Reiji and Rio watch Kirin for a moment more before turning to face each other. Law hums, something akin to satisfaction settling in his chest at the way Reiji and Rio hold each other, the way they lock eyes. A thousand words held in comfortable, understanding companionable silence.

A silence that he has with Kirin and Reiji—and Rio, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it—too. And Law is glad to have such a connection in his life. To be able to have them this close to his heart, held near and dear.

Kirin swirls the rum in his glass around, listening idly of the voices surrounding him. Taking in the camaraderie—a family. Their family combined.

It’s all pleasant and idle chit-chat, increasingly drunken laughter and light teasing. Kirin scans the people around him, spots Reiji and Rio pulling away from their little moment together with soft smiles on their faces. He spots Law drinking and people-watching, not too far away but not too close either, enjoying his little bubble of quiet, partial self-isolation.

Kirin sees Shachi leaning close then leaning away from Penguin, talking with cackling laughter that Penguin joins from time to time.

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve broken while having sex?” Shachi wiggles his eyebrows playfully, earning a light nudge from his counterpart for his cheek.

A little away from where the conversation was taking place, pierced ears perked up and strained to listen in. A curiosity that Law refuses to acknowledge.

Kirin rolls his eyes in return, sloshing the rum in his mouth a bit as he considers Sacchan’s question. Just as he feels that familiar warmth tingle down his throat, so too does the heat spread across his face when a particular memory comes to mind.

“Oh?” Penguin chuckles, a grin forming, “That's an interesting expression, Denkui. Care to explain?” Penguin throws his teases into the ring, Shachi giggling beside him. The redhead turns his attention to Rio, who’s passing by, before Kirin can answer, reiterating the question. Rio’s lips curl into a passive smirk around his cigarette holder, smugness and self-satisfaction painted on tan features as he blows a breath of smoke in the opposite direction.

“A man’s spirit, but it’s not exactly that difficult.” Kirin shoves him off the back of the bench where Rio was leaning with a huff, the latter bursting into cackles as he returns to his place by the bar.

“You know, you don’t have to share if it’s too personal, Kirin. It’s just a silly game to pass the time.” Ikkaku places a hand on his knee and Kirin allows himself a breath to relax, smiling appreciatively but waves it off all the same.

“It’s not that, it’s just a little—embarrassing.” Kirin licks his lips, rolling his eyes at the memory, “And stupid.”

“Like she said, there’s no pressure to share anything you don’t want to. You can ignore this idiot’s questions where you see fit.” Penguin chimes in, gone with the mischievous grin, pinching Shachi's side while the other squeals in protest, yet still gives the other captain an apologetic look and sheepish smile.

“It’s not that big of a deal! Listen, I just—” Kirin considers it for a moment, that treacherous blush having crept all the way up to his ears at this point. “I broke a guy’s hip once while riding him, alright?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, painfully aware of raising eyebrows in the room and temporary lulls in other chit-chats between nearby Heart Pirates. 

He can’t help but feel he said that a lot louder than he should’ve. Kirin's own crew members however are entirely unfazed.

Penguin nods with a hum as if it’s the most natural thing to hear before abruptly pausing and backtracking. “You what?” Shachi bursts into wild cackles next to him, clapping his hands and wheezing as Penguin struggles to be heard from all of Shachi’s wild cackles, “You broke a guy’s hip while riding him.” It’s repetitive and definitely doesn’t need to be reiterated no matter how wild the thought and image that conjures up in his head is, but by this point Penguin’s joined in on the mix of astonishment and cackling confusion. 

Kirin feels the heat of his face become hotter, smiling awkwardly. He shrugs. “What can I say? It was good.”

When Kirin looks off to a certain spot, his lips turn down subtly. Law left, the spot he’s been occupying for most of the night suddenly empty. Amber eyes scan his surroundings, recognizing a certain, tall, tanned brunette’s silhouette talking to Reiji who each give glances at Kirin’s way.

They share a firm nod then Law’s walking up to Kirin, steps long and unhurried yet he’s standing right in front of him within seconds—or was it just Kirin blinking too much that he missed most of Law’s pace toward him? 

Either way, heat suddenly builds up from within, whether it’s from the summer air or the rum, or even the little story he’d shared just moments prior (which he’s sure contributes in some way), Kirin finds himself hot . Hot under Law’s gaze and the way he’s standing so casually yet so alluringly. 

The glass in his hand is taken away, Kirin can only watch as Law throws back the rest of its contents, watches mesmerized at the way Law’s Adam’s apple bob when he swallows, and with his other hand, Kirin’s wrist is held.

Nobody really seems to bat an eye when their two captains leave, the sly grin that Penguin sends their way is barely noticed.

.

.

In their shared room, Law pushes Kirin up against the door the moment it's closed, lips brushing across the expanse of his neck, biting and licking that sends heat down Kirin’s spine.

Panting breath and small moans filling the air between them. There, pushed up against the door, Kirin watches as Law carefully kneels down in front of him, lips pressing kisses on exposed tanned skin. Tattooed fingers gently tracing lightly, from Kirin’s exposed thighs up to where his mesh-top stretches over his chest.

A breathy little bubble of laughter leaves him as Law unbuttons his shorts, taking his time as he trails up and down his stomach, warm breaths leaving Kirin shivering with delight.

Once his shorts are pushed down, Law doesn’t hesitate, lips ghosting over his growing erection. Licking his lips, Kirin buries his fingers through black locks as Law’s tongue licks him from the base to the tip.

Then without any preamble, Law takes him, not completely but enough that Kirin finds himself not only weak in the knees but pleasantly gasping for breath. Dizzy with the rousing atmosphere consuming them both. 

Taking him as far down his throat as he can, the brunette feels the way Kirin hits the back of his throat and the way it lingers whenever he comes up for air—the pleasant scratch at his throat and weight on his tongue the only thing on his mind, his hands wandering up and down the legs bracketing him, thighs trembling and knees trying their best to stay straight.

With a deep inhale through his nose, he dives down and swallows. Kirin's elbow hits the wood behind him as he hisses sharply, his chest heaving. Trying his best to quench the sudden dryness of his throat as Kirin watches the way Law’s head bobs, his tattooed hands gripping him by the thighs only contributing to the haze of arousal enveloping him.

.

.

A shiver overtakes his entire being, sending straight down from his spine to his toes, causing them to curl against the bedsheet. Law breathes out, heavy and stuttering as he puts his forearm over his eyes, covering half of his face in a last ditch effort to keep his wits and thoughts coherent. Anything to keep himself present and in the moment.

Kirin pouts, draws his hands up from where they were cupping Law's waist, moving up steadily, grounding and comforting the brunette. "Doctor," Kirin calls out in a whisper, practically cooing as he’s leaning closer. 

Kirin hovers above him, their chests just centimeters apart, the warmth radiating from their skin sending slight shivers down their spines. "Law," Kirin purrs, voice still soft and gentle despite the warning underlying his tone. "Look at me."

Law clenches his jaw, teeth grit as he sucks in a breath through his mouth. Slowly, he removes his arm away from his face, a small smile greeting him. "There you are," Kirin coos, tucking a strand of his white hair back, then he finally bridges the space between them, pressing their chests as close as their physical bodies could allow.

Lips locked, tongues dancing, it's breath-stealing, mind-numbing; filled to the brim with passion and unspoken but very precious romantic affection for one another.

When they pull apart, they're briefly connected by a drawstring-thin saliva that breaks and trails down Law's heaving torso. Eyes unable to look away as Kirin pulls back, a pause as they both try and catch their breath, then Kirin thrusts, deep and hard and perhaps a bit soul-stealing too.

Kirin keeps his thrusts paced, but hard to the point that Law can feel the burning slap at the back of his thighs and ass, his body pushed and pulled by Kirin's movements, only grounded by the bruising grip that he has on his waist and hips.

"Kiri-ya," Law somehow manages to say in the haze of sweat soaked skin and passionate sex. Kirin doesn't say anything, instead humming in acknowledgement because he's the same, drawing closer and closer with each deep shove he buries himself in into Law. Drawing out soft moans and breathless groans.

There's no warning other than Law desperately moving his grip on the sheets to his partner's hand instead. Kirin reciprocates, taking his hold off Law's hip to the hand tugging at his fingers.

Their palms pressed together, sweaty and clammy but their grip is hard, solid, their fingers laced together as Law cums, shuddering and breath pausing, a broken moan turning silent. Kirin follows not too long after, his body bending forward as shivers travel down his spine, jolting at the way Law clenches him tight and warm.

Catching their breaths and despite the haze still hanging over him, Law somehow manages to chuckle albeit breathlessly and broken. "I think," he licks his lips and swallows, breathing through his nose, "I think you just broke my hip, Captain."

It takes a few seconds for Kirin to respond in any kind of way but when he does, it's with scattered panic, followed by a nervous, tinkling laugh when Law reassures him of no harm actually has been done with both hands on his cheeks, their soft chuckles and fond smiles slowly turning full-bodied laughter where their shoulders are bouncing and Kirin's trying so hard to hold his joy in.

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It shouldn't come as a surprise that when morning comes, they're hit with the hottest day ever. So hot to the point that Kirin, before the sun even rose beyond the horizon, had stripped down to nothing and ran to the bathroom, soaking himself in water to cool off.

Only for him to bemoan about how sticky the water's become after a few minutes or so of soaking, the cool water mixing with his sweat that Kirin doesn't fail to grumble about.

Looking practically dead to the world, lifeless and limp in the bathroom. With just one slight movement, there's suddenly sweat coating Kirin's entire body, reducing him to just slumping in the bathroom.

Law himself has taken to keeping his shirt open but still as decently dressed as one can be in the summer heat.

A knock comes to the door before it bursts open, Rio walking past the brunette with a brief glance between them, stopping in front of the bathroom door, he gives it a soft knock followed by a soft call of Kirin’s name.

Law decides then to pay attention to the three others who came in after Rio’s entrance. He and Reiji exchange looks, with Reiji’s expression slightly shifting to one of worry and nonchalance, wordlessly telling Law his suspicions.

“We can’t leave, can we?”

"Low tide." Penguin sighs.

Izzy confirms this with a nod, "Not just that but there's barely any clouds and wind outside. We can leave, however it would most likely take more than an hour to fully leave the island's vicinity. We can row the ship—…" Izzy trails off and Law nods in understanding.

"But we risk giving the crew heatstroke."

Reiji gives him a crooked little one-sided smile, “Looks like we’ll be staying for more than just a couple days.”

Penguin hisses out ‘yes’, pumping his fist by his side, his shoulders and back hunched as if he’s done a successful job at hiding his excitement.

Well, at this point, Law thinks to himself, it’d be best to just accept things as they are. He won’t admit it—over his dead body more like—however when he overheard Shachi and Penguin (and even Bepo) 2 days prior rejoicing for some longed Rest and Relaxation, who was he to deny his crew their right to recuperate?

The crew is gathered in the attached bar of the inn they’re residing in, some eating while some are already on their second tankard of alcohol which is quickly ignored when Law and Reiji announce that they’ll get to stay for more than just a day more, their cheers deafening.

When night fell, Law scoffs at someone remarking how now they truly have a reason for a party .

[j77m]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SBICCA Lawrin Natural Leather Huarache Sandals-8.

[lawrinlewis]

I can't stop making shizumafukasa into childhood friends it might as well be a disease at this point