#writing fanfic like...

Because the thing is. THE THING IS. Writing KidLaw and giving Law a strong daddy kink because emotionally and mentally that's what he NEEDS in Darkness and Hope when he and Kidd (Kidd for D&H-verse; Kid for canon-verse) first meet because: a) Kid(d) is a switchy verse typea bastard; b) Kidd is so service oriented that he will wrap right back the fuck around to daddy dom Law because that's what he needs. And like I said. He CAN switch but prefers to top because he thinks bottoming feels SO GOOD he NEEDS to give that to his partner, and he CAN dom but he wants to sub sosososososososososososo badly. When Law finally emotionally heals enough he starts domming the snot out of Kidd regularly and Kidd eats that shit up. If he were a dog he would be wagging his tail at the speed of light. Kidd spits and blusters, of course, threatening all sorts of things, but deep in his heart this is EXACTLY what he wants, the same way Law NEEDS to be in control (until he absolutely can't anymore, at which time Kidd turns back into the daddy dom because, again, Law needs it).

It is TIME

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

I know it's Monday but shhhhh shhhhhhhh we're going to pretend it's still the weekend and not a whole week later because I need the boost today. Tagged by the ever-lovely and amazing @hyperbolicgrinch to start the year off with some writing :)

When Law finally finished his fifth kilometer he returned to Kidd to find him shirtless, covered in sweat, and breathing through his last set of mountain climbers. Law leaned against the edge of one shed wall, quietly admiring the strength it must take to be able to do the exercise with only one arm as well as the slight definition of his obliques. Wait a minute. “Who you oglin’, creep?” Kidd teased with a grin and stood. “It’s not ogling if I’m a doctor.” Defined obliques? Defined? “Uh-huh. Weirdo.” Law took him in as he drew nearer, unable to believe what he saw. “After you puked just lookin’ at me yesterday I figured I was too nasty for you.” “Have you… Kidd, have you lost weight?” Law asked as he looked him over, ignoring his obnoxious fishing for compliments. He was still thick and beefy, but his face had sharpened, more than a little of the softness of his stomach was gone, and his lovehandles had fucking disappeared. At least his rear was still plush. “Huh? Iunno,” Kidd said with a shrug. “Maybe.” “It’s been three days.” Law grabbed at his side where his lovehandles used to be. “Give them back.”

I was waffling soooooooo much about which snippet I wanted to post, this one from the last chapter of Act III or one from earlier that was a bit darker. Decided instead to push my strongman Kidd agenda AND Law enjoying his men chonky :D