𝕮𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖉𝖉

“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????”

“I came cause my back and shoulders hurt and so does my head!”

Someone clearly didn’t understand the difference between psychologist and physicist.

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.

His prosthetic was off, it was bothering him today, so he gently brushed his hand through his hair, relieved that they were positioned in a way where he could pet him comfortably.

“Feelin’ Cuddly? Or is it something else?”

Was he stressed out? Sad? Upset?

“You know that’s my favorite thing to do.” Well, other than leaving lipstick marks on his mask.

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????”