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Birthday twinsies! Yessss happy birthday to you too, my love! Thank you so much for your kind message and remembering the date (though, I suppose it would be rather hard to forget haha~)

Send Law to hang out with Emil - she has ice cream

Delishus salt for the saltiest Pia here.

I LOVE SOME OF Y’ALL AESTHETIC BUT MAN the small text doesn’t help!!! 

The overdone blog themes that BARELY SHOW ANY TEXT DON’T HELP!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE RULES/ABOUT BUTTON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! 

Just leave it dashboard only tbh. 

“Law.” Emil smiled at him and reached for both his hands in an attempt to pull him to his feet. “There’s an onsen in the town. Let’s go together.” She lifted the right hand and placed left on her chest. “I promise I won’t start with any advances on you. I won’t initialize hugs, nor sexual comments. Come on.”

She twirled and trotted to the door only to stop in the doorway and ‘look’ at Law over the shoulder - her previous amusement gone. “Would you miss me if I died?”

Instinctively Law resisted the pull on his hands and glued his bottom to the seat like a dogged mother bird determined to defend her nest till her dying breath from the flocking raptors circling overhead. Not that he would liken Emil to a hawk or eagle, nor fancy himself prey. 

Only seconds later – perhaps with Emil he was inured to the futility of resistance and recognised the long-term benefits of acquiescence; or perhaps he was enticed by the onsen visit – Law rose to his feet, unprotestingly, silencing tinctures of paranoia that Emil had something dodgy planned, and allowed Emil to place his hand on her chest.

Let’s face it, he thought to himself. Her breasts were little more than vague mounds with a gentle, gradual gradient amidst almost insurmountable mountains with peaks rising to the skies. A climb up Emil’s mounds would hardly render him breathless whereas conquering the summits of those precipitous mountains could leave him completely wasted. Simply put, there wasn’t much to fondle even if he were accused of such. He wasn’t fondling. (Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate Emil’s bosom nor that sex with Emil when they did it was anything unexciting – truth be told, the contrary was true; knowledge he kept private, besides that there was something attractive about Emil’s toned muscle definition, and the fact that she could pulverise his skull with one bash.)

“Wait, let me get my stuff.” Her promise was reassuring, knowing how she valued and honoured her word, but still he needed his infallible disguise and to leave his sword in trusty hands. Except, before he could go anywhere, the change in her demeanour and her question momentarily rooted him to the ground.

“…Bor would miss you,” he said matter-of-factly after a brief pause. “Perhaps as would my crew.” He spoke without a rueful tone like he usually would: I’m here because my crew wants this or that. For although part of him had always been in denial, that he’d visited Emil out of self-interest, the Heart Pirates, Bepo especially, had indeed taken a liking to Emil. Law wasn’t sure if they were just after Emil’s cooking or hugs; in the beginning, he’d observed with consternation all the hugs Bepo and Emil had exchanged and couldn’t help feeling a tad bitter and excluded.

Law turned his gaze to the side. “I wouldn’t,” he affirmed. “I’d miss your cookies. I’d miss your forced – and forceful – hugs that keep me on my toes… Would I miss the sex? No – Maybe.

“I’d visit your grave,” he continued hastily, “though if you want to stay in contact, I could preserve your cadaver to be dissected for medical research, which is just a fancier term for… getting my kicks. Never had a part fishman under my blade before.” He tried to plaster a dark, sadistic smile but managed only a slight curve of a corner of his lips.

“Missing someone – how would you define missing? Thinking of you? I would remember, but would I feel sad, regretful, that you’re gone?” he mused, flopping back down into his seat. “I’d feel more sad and regretful if I had to forfeit the opportunity to cut you open.”

“Why d’you ask?” His eyes flicked toward Emil. “Would it make a difference? Would you want me to miss you…?

“Would you miss me?” He raised his brows, predicting a scoff at his absurd question. He doubted Emil could miss anyone presently alive if they had died.