Faceplants his pillow, gnaws on it a bit.

“Really? Well we gotta fix that!” Grinning he grabbed her hand, turning to the town before them and pausing. Not because he’s a wanted man with an absolutely insane amount of money on his head but because he’s in a new environment. Law turned to his pretty companion, all teeth and charm, and +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Modern!AU Law. Old art, unfinished hence the lack of his vitiligo, bc I never painted it. First art I’ve ever shared since like 2012 even if it’s old af be nice /lh Edited bc my wording last post was off.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I won’t lie, Law is easier to interact with people on simply because. Even if he’s being false, even if he’s hiding trauma, even if- He’s way more sociable than Rufus and Ichiji lmao.

Law wasn’t one to concern himself with potential poisoning, after all it wasn’t as if he couldn’t simply… fix it… should things go wrong. So he slid himself onto one of the seats and leaned over the cake, eyes eagerly roving over the sugary treat. “What kind of cake is it?” The surgeon +

Lips part and the excitement in his gaze is unmistakeable, the air of anticipation around the surgeon positively tangible. “Strawberry cake, of any kind,” he answers quickly. Even his flirtation seems to have taken a back foot, for now, with the promise of sweet treats on the horizon.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. This has nothing to do with Law, in fact I attribute it more to Ichiji because it’s the song that plays during the Whole Cale Island arc but. Can I share my favourite One Piece opening ever? Like I challenge you to not get this stuck in your head.

Her words draw a laugh, even as he sits himself at a stood at the bar and slams a hand down with two fingers held up. “Whiskey.” The bartender gives him a scathing look, but in anticipation of money his attitude is ignored in favour of placing two glasses of ice and amber liquid down atop +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I mean. Who’s shocked? Really.

Stealth Black, spit in my mouth.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I should be sleeping oops.

Saviour of Souls? Was that her epithet? It was… ostentatious, to say the least. Egotistical even, if she’d perpetuated it herself. “Oh, titles is it? The Surgeon of Death, then,” he replied with a shallow shrug. Knowing her to have a reputation did change things some, however. Law lead her +

“That’s not a ‘no’,” he points out as he follows her, still grinning across his entire face at the prospect of sweet treats and kisses both. Still, if someone was to ask him what he was more exited for? He might actually struggle to answer.

His response to her offering her name? A sweeping bow as authentic as you’d expect, all the while those golden eyes linger on her own. “Trafalgar Law, sugarpetal,” he offers. His epithet of ‘Surgeon of Death’ is known well enough he doesn’t feel the need to free it, and if the lady doesn’t +

“Sure gorgeous~ I’ve a place we can go.” His submarine. Currently it’s docked, so she’d have an easy time accessing and leaving should she wish. “Or if you’re fussy we can hit a bar, i’m buying.” Never let it be said he’s not a… gentleman…? A hand cards back through wild black hair and he +

“A shame. You’re attractive, I’m attractive it would be hot. Want a drink?” He’s nothing if not open to companionship while in a good mood, after all.

She has no shame either? Sweet. “Wanna kiss?”

S h a m e…? Squints. He’s unfamiliar with this word.

Fingers twirl that flower. Back and forth, back and forth. She said ‘if it got him to eat’, which implied that she had noticed his aversion to eating. Which in itself is strange, as he’s positive he’s never met this woman before, and yet… Another deep laugh and he shrugs his shoulders at her +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I love writing Germa fanboy Law. I’m sorry Sanji-mun. Lmfao.

Stealth Black

That’s not a question he expects, and a single dark eyebrow hikes towards his hairline at its utterance. “What’s that gotta do with anything? Unless you’re asking me if I wanna eat-“ Thankfully, for everyone, he’s caught a touch off guard by that shift in her eyes. Suddenly he’s on the defensive+

Eyes practically gleam and he falls into step next to her, thumbs in trouser pockets and shoulders slouched. “Oh I’m listening, you’re speaking my language,” he purrs. A small pause, then he raises his eyebrows. “Then a little bit of a smooch afterwards, hmm?”

Bitches be like ‘I’m fine,’ but have intense childhood trauma like what the fuck do you even know about being ‘fine’ you were forced to grow up far too early and you lost everyone you ever loved anyways I’m bitches-

Eyes widen slightly and he nods. “Don’t ask stupid questions. Give me the cake.” Not moments ago he’d been ready to flirt with this woman, now the leer in his eyes seems to be directed toward sweet treats and sweet treats alone.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I’d say sorry for my Law but… It’d be a lie.

A sharp intake of breath when hands meet his chest, eyes hooding. His gaze fixates on the flower that appears in her mouth, and for a moment he can feel her breath against his lips. His tongue flicks out as she drew near, anticipating something that never does come to pass. Still, the +

The grin on his lips widens, almost unsettlingly so. “Do you have cake?” A simple question. So why does he look like a predator stalking its prey? Incorrigible this man, when it comes to desserts.

@infernalkicks.bsky.social Inhales. “Stealth Black-“

Leans in, looming slightly. Not particularly on purpose, he just happens to be ridiculous tall and lanky. “You smell delicious.” Normally that would have been a flirt, outright. Here and now, however, he seems more hungry than anything. He loves cake.

“What makes you think I want the flower? I just want the smooch,” he replies, that lopsided grin widening. Shoulders shrug to match the careless expression, but those piercing eyes remain on hers. One thing he’d never mention, as it wasn’t anyone’s business? Those flowers are unlike any he has +

Well she- Hang on a moment. Sniff sniff. He smells cake. Suddenly he’s levelling a crooked grin at her, how charming. “Well hello there.”

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I put it in my bio but please do read my pinned (especially the disclaimer under Muse, but also preferably headcanons). My Law is very very different.

Then she needs to quit her bitching. Can’t be complaining if she’s not gonna take initiative. - Trafalgar Law’s Guide To Intimate Relationships, page 204andfuck.

A small tilt of his head. Golden eyes consider the flower for a moment, before he hooks thumbs in trouser pockets and chuckles. “I’ll trade you. A flower for a kiss.” Never mind that he’d be benefiting twice over.

She could always strap him down and keep him there indefinitely. Or, you know, shrug off the shackles of emotional attachment and ascend or whatever.

@holyflowers.bsky.social Oh? Gorgeous lady. Watch him adjust his non-existent tie and bare slightly nicotine-stained teeth in a roguish grin. “Well hello~”

Captain’s log, Hour fuckknows of day Thursatnday. Running out of coffee. Pretty sure I can smell colour.

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