“Who the hell took my coat???”

He stared at him, so fucking confused. “Did you lose your mind?? Are you part termite??” That would explain how tiny he was~

Is so lost on whether Law means the ship or his childhood friend. Either way, he’s PISSED. “THEN GO FIND SOMETHING TO EAT. SHES NOT ON THE MENU!”

Is now feeling very possessive and protective of his ship. Hes gonna go work on some cannons.

“WHAT THE HELL TRAFALGAR???”

❤️: My husband is home!!! :D He’s so preeeettty!!

He loved warm weather, but ever since he’d lost his arm it had grown more irritating than anything. Needing something just so his stump wouldn’t hurt? Just because of a little heat? “I’m gonna make Red Hair regret what he did.” He snarled, frustrated as he tried wrapping his stump in a wrap.

Summers coming… great, now he’s gotta find something comfortable to wrap his stump in to stop the metal from burning him.

Great, his clothes got ruined in the last battle. Now he needs to get new clothes. :(

Wraps up @deathssurgeon.bsky.social in his big fluffy coat and scoops him up into his arms. He just KNOWS this man hasn’t slept in a week.

He stiffened as he felt Law touch the scarred skin, but then sank against the table as he felt his hands dig into his muscle. It took everything in him not to groan in relief, instead slowly exhaling and relaxing.

He laid his head down on his arm, hiding the blush on his face as he felt Law pet him. That alone felt nice. It was… weird having someone touch him though. He’d expected Law to do a weird hand movement and be done with it. It wasn’t unwelcome though. “Yeah yeah just make it better Doctor.”

Glares as he’s stabbed with a finger. “The hell? You got a death wish three swords????”

He groaned at the thought of getting up, and sluggishly got off of him. Moving over to the bed, he collapsed onto it, laying on his stomach. “I didn’t come to vent my problems or to unload my childhood traumas.” He huffed, rolling his eyes.

Flops down and lays on top of @deathsleopard.bsky.social lap, sighing. “Oi. Does that devil fruit of yours help with headaches and muscle knots? I slept like shit and everything fucking hurts.*

“Where the fuck is my jacket??”

🍊: Venting: I’m so deeply hurt. I was lied to in every way imaginable, as was everyone else. I don’t know why they lied, we were friends, we were on good terms. Yet they still chose to lie to me. They chose to lie every day for so long.

He was stretched out on the couch, the footrest up as he leaned back, enjoying a moments rest. When his beloved partner joined him, he looked down and smiled softly, a look so fond it was reserved solely for him.

@deathssurgeon.bsky.social “Go the fuck to bed you sleep deprived twink.”

Drags @vcaptainkiller.bsky.social into their bed and snuggles him like the giant teddy bear he is. He’s tired.

“Killer.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He watched as Law stared, trapped in place, and he sighed. “Step back, you’re too close.” Wrapping his own fluffy coat around the Captain’s shoulders, he gently guided him backwards, his hands resting on his shoulders.

“Now why would you do that? You had a nice coat.” Steps away from the flames, holding his own coat tighter.

Snickering, he shook his head, carrying Law to his ship. “I’m not stealing from you, I’m stealing 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“… if they touch anything I’m throwing them into the sea.”

“Who’s robbing me????”

“Getting payback. You’ve stolen from me too many times.” So now, Kidd’s stealing him~

Wraps @deathssurgeon.bsky.social in his giant red fluffy coat and scoops him up.

“Aaand the new engine for the ship is installed.” Coming back from below deck, he wiped his brow, pulling his goggles up.

????????

💭 He’s vulnerable 👀

Awww and there’s that cute blush, as red and bright as Kidd’s hair. “Just seeing how tiny you are~” he chuckled. Law’s hands were warm, they felt good against him.

“Aww it’s not as fun when you don’t put up a fight~” Chuckling, he fit his hands around Law’s waist, humming happily. “You may’ve gotten stronger, but you’re still tiny~” He grinned down at Law, pulling him closer by the waist, their hips touching. “So very cute~”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Please, like you weren’t all covered up like a nun the entire time we were there. And yeah, you are tiny compared to me!” Snickering, he glanced down at his waist. So tiny… “I bet I could fit both hands around your waist and make my fingers touch~”

Stares at an oversized white teddy bear that he bought in an impulse. He knows who he wants to give it to but…. Would Bepo be angry with him for giving it to Law…?

Presses a kiss into his hair, grinning. Does he like it? Did Kidd make Killer happy?? “It reminded me of your mask.” ❤️

Pauses, looking him over. “Is that part of your devil fruit or do you actually work out..?” Maybe it was cause of the coat, but Law always looked so…. Small.

“Yeah right, and then once you help me I’m in your debt right? Fat chance of that!”

He glared at him across their ships, huffing. “I didn’t ask for your damn help! I’m fine! Fuck off!!” He was extra irritable thanks to how much his arm hurt.

Sets up a bouquet of flowers in a vase for @vcaptainkiller.bsky.social ❤️

He groaned. Great, he’s been caught. “The hell does it matter to you???” He stood up, his metal prosthetic once again slipping into place over his arm. He resisted the urge to wince and hiss as his sore, dry skin was once again rubbed against by the metal.

Groans, massaging his stump. Hes gotta figure out a way to make a sleeve for his prosthetic arm, the chaffing is killing him…

He leaned down to kiss Killer’s brow, his hand softly stroking his long beautiful hair. “Why would you be embarrassed?” He asked curiously. “You’re my partner, and I’m yours. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

Taking his hand, he sat down next to him, giving his hand a soft squeeze. “You dork. We were always bound together. Whether it was because of our past, or because of the marks I always left on your mask~”

Teaching his hand out, he yanked Law backwards with the metal in his belt and coat, and grabbed him by the throat. Glaring down at him, he snarled. “Put. Them. BACK.”

“Uh huh..” This… had never happened to him before… He was like a cat who had their whisker placed on their head like a horn: deeply confused.

“WHAT????” He looks down at his chest, pricier to see it’s just Gone- “GET BACK HERE YOU SONNOVA-“ CHASES

“THE HELL YOU ARE-“

Pauses, not quite understanding what just happened.