#maidgrenade

@maidgrenade​ asked: “How are you feeling?” Baby 5 asked, peering down at Law in concern. It was one of his really bad pain days, where the Amber Lead symptoms were so awful he was bedridden. The girl wrung her apron in her hands nervously. She was scared of Law but seeing him sick…that was somehow scarier, and she wanted to make his suffering go away. “Do you need me to get you anything? Some food or a cold compress or some pain pills? I…is there any way I could be useful?”

Unprompted

   “Like I’m dying,” Law croaks. A sharp, mirthless laugh follows his words. There is no joke here, not really, but what else should a terminally ill boy say to such a question? Tell her he’s feeling better when he clearly isn’t? Put on a brave face, pretend like this is fine? No, none of that will work. Better to make some morbid joke about his dwindling life span. It is days like this that remind him of just how little time he has left.

    The boy is curled up in his bed, as if staying in this fetal position will make the pain stop. Blankets are wrapped around him, Law shivering even as his body is burning up. A shudder moves over him and he shifts, shoving the blanket aside. Sweat dampens his hair and makes his skin feel clammy. The white patches on his skin are beginning to be more noticeable, migrating onto his arms and up his neck. An obvious sign that he is well within the final stages of the Amber Lead Syndrome.

   Another wave of pain courses through him, muscles clenching as he gasps. It takes the breath from him, making it impossible to speak. He feels a sob trying to rise from his throat but he doesn’t let it, not while someone is watching. He forces his mouth to shut, teeth sinking into his lower lip so hard they pierce skin. Law tastes blood but he can’t feel the penetration. There is already far too much pain.

   “G-go away,” he wheezes when he can breathe again. “I don’t need-.”

   Speech broken by haggard, shallow breaths. He finds himself thinking about Lamy, wondering if she ever experienced pain like this. Law always hated seeing her drugged up in that hospital bed but if it stopped her from feeling this then it was a good thing. His body relaxes, eyes drooping. How he wishes he could just pass out until this is over.

“ hey. quit cryin’. ” sure, little girls could be sometimes sensitive he supposed, but garou had seen the whole thing, a pair of boys just a bit older than her having stolen her hair ribbon after making fun of her dress because it was girly. garou would agree it was girly but – she was a girl. it was stupid and didn’t make sense, but people picking on others rarely did. normally he’d ignore this since it wasn’t his business but... he hated bullies. “ you just gonna sit there and let them do that? or are you gonna fight back ? ”

It was nice to see her, as ever so enthusiastic and selfless. Monet enjoyed her company, especially after spending so long away from Dressrosa and its vibrant people. “How about we go and grab a coffee somewhere?”

Who said coffee could also say sangría in the country of passion. “...and you can catch me up on what’s been happening with you lately? Any boyfriends I should know about?”

@maidgrenade​

It was a quiet day. The crew had docked away from the main port of the island so as to not draw concern from the citizens. Boss was clear: They didn’t want to draw attention to their presence. For a few reasons. One, they were a yonko crew. Big. Fearsome apparently. People might panic. Two, if other pirates, marines, or bounty hunters found out they were there they could end up bringing an attack on the island just for them. So everyone was to maintain a low profile unless otherwise told. 

She moved toward him with trepidation. He can’t really blame her considering the last time he saw her. It hadn’t been a great shared moment between them to say the least. And she knew better than some, the repercussions of pissing him off. Even as a little brat, he’d been a bastard. His anger at the world spurning him on to treat almost everyone in it like shit. Her loyalty to Doflamingo hadn’t earned her a better opinion from him. 

However she’d shockingly joined the alliance. And of course it was only a mater of time before they came face to face with each other. 

“Last time we were this close. You slapped me upside the head. While I was shackled with sea stone.” He bluntly stated, expression blank while his mind processed the past and present circumstances. He’d allow her to sit and question if he was still angry or if he’d be a threat. At least for now. 

He snorted at the statement. It seemed some things didn’t change. In her case he hoped maybe they would. Baby needed to learn to put herself before others once in a while. 

@maidgrenade​ asked: "You jerk! Did Joker tell you to kill my boyfriend? Damn it, Law, he just proposed, too! He NEEDED me!!!" 

Bad Time Law

   And here comes the shrill accusations. Killing that guy wasn’t worth this. Sure, Law enjoyed the crying and pleading but when it gets to this point Baby 5 becomes such a pain in the ass. He kinda wishes he did tell Doflamingo about this so he could do the killing and be subjected to Baby 5′s rage. But then Doflamingo wouldn’t tell Baby 5 every little truth. He’d just let this cyclical game continue.

   “Really? Is that what he said?” Law asks, voice cold and eyes staring. “I didn’t get that impression while I was digging around in his insides.”

   The guy gave no indications whatsoever that he cared about Baby 5. He was just some creep who was ready to take advantage of a girl so eager to please. There are a lot of things Law praises Doflamingo for but this desire to keep Baby 5 in such an easily preyed on state irritates him. Oh yes, Law sees the manipulation and understands the brilliance of it, preying on her need to please, but it leaves her exposed. Makes her a vulnerability.

   Seems a little stupid and bound to blow up in their face. Just like how she tends to blow shit up when she’s pissed off like this.