XIII. DER TOD.

i don't think i have any intentions of coming back here. i have moved on to greener pastures, and so has azz (as you can tell from his ace blog going inactive a year ago). we both hold acelaw close to our chests, and its become a much more personal canon and fond memory in a period of our lives both of us have moved on from and grown through. thank you all for the interest you had in my sanji and law, and i'm also sorry to those who i ended up making uncomfortable in some way even though it wasn't my intention to do so.

a real quick short PSA but i've noticed this trend recently between folks in the RPC. not to nail specifically any other communities, but this is something that's noticeable regarding a rule that is often used in multiple rules pages and guidelines: "communication is key". while it's a great rule to have and to emphasize that you (the partner) are open about communicating, there is one thing that needs to be stated for this to work:

you, the partner, also need to communicate with your partners and others in your roleplaying community when you are uncomfortable or bothered about something.

you cannot preach for communication but turn around and block your partners or mutuals when something that bothers you is not mentioned or spoken about. not everyone will remember what your guidelines are on day one of being mutuals. you cannot expect everyone to tag what you have blacklisted; you have to ask. often times, you have to come out of your comfort zone and TALK to partners if something bothers you.

"what if i'm scared that they'll say something nasty to me?" do it scared. do it terrified but with confidence because you want to talk. if they react poorly, then they are not a suitable roleplaying partner to keep around. you will know your worth and your own personal expectations with what you want.

this also includes vague-posting; why do you think people get so upset when they see you post about them in a vague manner? it's disrespectful. have basic respect for your partners as they are human JUST LIKE YOU. communicating between one another like adults (because many writers in multiple roleplaying communities are adults) is important and you will learn to be more forward and open if you just ask and talk.

if you need something tagged? ask them! if there's someone they interact with that makes you uncomfortable? blacklist their tag! if you have issues or something that has bugged you in the past with that partner? talk to them about it! be open minded and give a benefit of the doubt.

i know that there are a lot of writers who are fucking terrified to do anything beyond their own choices. you own your blog - DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO. talk to people! ask questions! that should be an expectation and be taught among communities to talk and be open! and if others can't return that respect to you? block them. you DO NOT deserve disrespect, no matter what people may say is "deserving".

fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart, bury me.

the surgeon of death knew that it was only a matter of time before ace longed to venture out from the tang without any real excuse to keep him stashed away like a hoarded treasure. it had been one of the main driving factors for ace continuing to push himself forward in physical therapy, rebuilding his strength slowly & steadily in hopes of reuniting with those whom he'd risked his life to protect. law knew what it was like to struggle with cabin fever, in spite of the large space below-deck made to accomodate long stretches of time underneath the waves.

the  warm  breath  softly  caressing  the  doctor's  neck,  ace  resting  his  head  on  the  shoulder  for  support.  words  that  were  just  words  but  carried  a  weight  that  caught  his  heart.  a  lone,  flickering  flame  in  his  chest  prompting  the  corners  of  his  mouth  to  even  raise  so  slightly.  to  form  a  shadow  of  smile  lingering  over  his  freckles.  ❝  y'know,  if  luffy  or  sabo  saw  me  now  i  think  they  would  fall  down  laughin'.  ❞  an  amused  huff  puffing  the  air  through  his  nostrils,  ace  shaking  his  head  slightly  at  the  mere  thought. 

law's muscles flex & relax in response to ace's own shuffling, shifting a little too to make their position more comfortable. they eventually manage to find a position that works, law still able to smooth their hand across ace's arm & back. the other now propping up law's head. they understand the unease that comes with being given a kindness one has never had - or been deprived of, that same apprehension not allowing them to relax immediately into trusting others. even now, law flinches at physical contact that they do not initiate or have time to mentally prepare for.

‘ mmm, i wouldn't describe this as weak. vulnerable, perhaps. baring ones' self ... which you have done quite a bit of, today. ’ a half joke based on the state of undress that law is currently in; but they aren't referring to the physical. or, well — not entirely; it's also an acknowledgement of just how much ace has willingly lowered his own pretenses and allowed law to see. allowed law to see just how similar yet different the two of them really are.

he  was  relieved  to  find  that  law  had  returned  unscathed.  after  all,  this  was  all  he  had  been  waiting  for  since  the  doctor  had  left  him  as  well  as  the  crew  who  had  been  taking  care  of  the  sub  in  his  absence.  the  right  reaction  for  ace  would  have  been  anger,  but  he  couldn't  allow  his  resentment  ruin  this  exciting  time.  always  there,  faithful  as  a  dog.

as  the  fire  fist's  open  palms  scooped  the  surgeon  in  for  a  tighter  hug,  he  could  feel  the  body  again.  human  contact  was  something  he  had  been  missing  throughout  the  period  when  law  was  absent.  he  longed  to  feel  the  warmth  of  physical  contact  and  the  surge  of  emotion  it  evoked.  scorching  and  blazing  like  a  fire  started  in  the  midst  of  nowhere.  

the  beacon  that  led  them  safely  through  the  night's  shadows  to  one  another.  ace's  heart  tightened  in  an  almost  unbearable  aching  of  ecstasy  at  the  news  that  luffy  would  shortly  make  his  debut,  and  his  eyes  widened  with  anticipation.  he,  too,  had  been  awaiting  this.  between  sessions  of  physical  therapy  that  kept  him  confined  to  bed  for  hours  at  a  time.  his  lower  lip  quivered  as  he  leaned  forward  and  hugged  law.

there were many a reason why law had elected for zou to be their point of contact : it was generally unknown, or uncared for, by the likes of doflamingo; yet still had some point of connection to the outside world. ace's question about what happened during law's time with luffy brought the firm features back to his face. ‘ you'd be better off asking mugiwara-ya, when he gets here. ’ law's voice is muffled against ace's shoulder, yet makes no attempt to move away.

ace has said this is fine, so law allows himself the ability to relish in the physical affection he hadn't realized he would miss this much.

‘ it's a long story — one that i'm not ready to recount just yet ... at least, not when we have guests on the way. ’ law's gaze fixes on a spot of ace's back that's visible, hiding away on zou allows him the freedom to not wear something as constricting as a boiler suit. it finds the fading edge of a scar that resides there, a hand snaking around the fire fist's ribs to softly trace the change in texture. even if ace may find these scars unsightly, law has missed them — missed ace.

law huffs, irritation sticking to the back of his throat. there's sleep in his tear ducts, lashes sticky and somewhat wet from where he'd been asleep moments before. ‘ was this your plan? ’ one of law's legs is raised and resting on the warmth of ace's shoulders, large hands pawing at exposed sides — ace having likely hiked up law's oversized shirt whilst he was asleep. ‘ rutting against me until i wake up and give you what you're begging for? ’

he  couldn't  stop  panting.  like  an  animal  on  the  wild,  running  and  running  through  the  endless  pit  of  the  forest.  he  felt  as  if  he  had  run  a  marathon  and  hadn't  even  moved  an  inch  from  their  bed.  it  was  filthy,  ludicrous  even,  on  his  part  to  not  be  able  to  last  even  an  hour  longer  until  his  doctor  opened  his  eyes.  however,  all  people  were  a  bit  greedy,  selfish  and  so  was  ace.  with  a  strange  heat  growing  in  his  body,  despite  being  indifferent  to  the  temperatures  this  kind  of  flame  was  impossible  to  ignore.  

it  burned  him  like  a  candle  from  within,  making  him  turn  in  the  bed,  trash  from  side  to  side  and  claw  onto  the  material  of  the  sheets  until  he  couldn't  take  it  anymore.  law  wouldn't  mind  right  ?  he  never  seemed  to  mind  when  ace  started  to  be  overly  too  affectionate  for  their  own  good.  therefore,  he  eventually  overstepped  his  own  boundaries.  it  started  with  a  gentle  touching,  to  feel  at  least  the  texture  of  the  skin  of  his  beloved  doctor  under  his  fingertips.  then  it  became  a  stronger  feeling,  he  needed  more.  this  was  not  enough.  

that's  why  he  sat  up,  gazing  long  at  the  sleeping  doctor  to  at  least  read  any  sign  of  discomfort  from  his  face.  it  was  as  if  the  hunter  kept  watching  his  prey  closely,  in  the  most  vulnerable  state.  his  lower  lip  caught  between  the  sharpness  of  canines,  swollen  from  the  previous  chewing  on  it  to  calm  down.  his  skin  flushed  red,  making  the  sprinkles  of  freckled  pop  out  more,  even  radiant  in  the  amber  light  of  one  of  the  switched-on  lamps  in  the  cabin.  then  he  decided  to  reach  for  his  ankle  to  hike  up  law's  leg.  place  it  on  his  shoulder  and  scoop  closer.  

pressing  the  raging  arousal  to  the  surgeon's  own  sweet  spot  and  grind.  slowly,  muffling  the  groans  and  moans  somewhere  deep  in  the  clenching  throat.  eyebrows  falling  and  his  head  thrown  back.  feeling  the  overwhelming  burn  going  through  the  firey  body.  lighting  him  up  like  oil  poured  into  a  bonfire.  steady  movements  of  his  hips  began  to  be  erratic,  quick,  sloppy.  unfocused  on  everything  but  chasing  his  own  pleasure  this  one  time,  hoping  it  would  be  enough  to  wake  up  the  doctor  to  at  least  help  him  get  it  fully  off.