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Law responded by making that ugly face he always made to most things in life. He scowled. It was a typical reaction ingrained in his DNA.
Law turned away and resumed folding his clothes only to change his mind and glance back at Ace. Now, Law could offer some rubbish dumb answer like, “Why don’t you ask your mother?” However, they had just fought a while ago and Law wished to avoid more unpleasantness so soon. Besides, they both knew little about each other and had the tendency to avoid asking personal questions — those had always seemed inappropriate.
Did Ace really want to know? Was this Ace’s attempt of getting closer? Perhaps instead of being an ass, he could be nice for once?
Law sank down to his bed and thought long and hard. Honestly, he couldn’t remember how old he had been. The years of his youth kind of meshed together into one fat chunk.
“I was ten,” Law jested, “I trusted granny…”
Seconds later, glimpsing Ace’s expression, Law pressed his lips together with regret. That was the most witless thing out of his mouth in a long while.
“I’m kidding,” Law confessed. “I don’t remember. Some time ago? Before we started sailing as a crew.” He laid back down and removed his hat, lifting it above and staring blankly at the pompom. “…You could say I paid with a supposed friendship. Now, is that all? Or d’you want all the itty-bitty details too…? Like, oh… What happened… Did she like it and all…? I don’t think she liked it very much. Neither did I…”
“Ouch! This is ridiculous!” Reiju said in anger after cutting off her hand trying to carve a pumpkin. She was not very talented at this sort of thing… and what the fuck was that? Did not the tests her father did on her in childhood should avoid any kind of insignificant cut like this?
Someone beside the princess spoke softly, so she looked and found a tall, dark-haired boy with many freckles on his cheeks and… no shirt. “W-what???” Reiju found the situation a little confusing and did not react when the boy took her hand to examine her cut. “Sorry, but… Do I know you from somewhere?”
He grabs his black hazmat suit, cling wrap, duct tape, air freshener, apocalypse survival kit, and, most importantly — a family-sized bucket of raisins. He makes sure he keeps all that safe for tomorrow when the bread threats will return. Still, he can’t get angry at Ace since he, too, abuses pranks with Ace’s most-feared food. Who knows, maybe Ace might even condition him to get used to bread. As if! The horror.
Bepo should prepare himself to be used as a human shield once the day is over.
He’s still glad to get a day’s break from the bread though. And, honestly, even if Ace were made of bread instead of flesh… However difficult it would be to accept, love runs deeper than bread, right..? Hmm…
O telemóvel do Sanji se acende ao receber uma nova mensagem. É do Ace. Em letras maiúsculas se pode ler: HÃÃÃÃÃÃN ÕÕÕÕH ÕÕÕÕÃÃÃÃH ÃÃÃÃÃHHNN. Uma nova mensagem surge poucos segundos depois. "Você caiu no gemidão do den den mushi"
Era apenas mais um dia normal… ou nem tanto, levando-se em conta que os amigos de tripulação sempre estavam inventando algo fora do comum para fazer. Inclusive foi pensando em qual besteira eles estavam aprontando para hoje que o cozinheiro sentiu o celular vibrar no bolso da calça, tirando-o então de onde estava guardado quase que no mesmo instante, indo verificar o que— arrependimento.
É isso o que o loiro está sentindo agora, arrependimento. Havia acabado de cair no gemidão do den den mushi!! Isso estava correndo por toda a Grand Line fazia um tempo, como pôde ser tão descuidado? Estreitou o olhos imediatamente ao ver o remetente, só podia ser ele.
「 text; bola de fogo 」: eu vou chutar a sua bunda.
「 text; bola de fogo 」: boa noite.
The image of Law go trick or treating in so sad a costume as a bedsheet ghost and getting happy when someone filled his bucket with raisins while any other kid would react by crying or calling an emergency trick made so much sense it was ridiculous. Oh poor Traffaroo, who hurt you?
There was no bread around for Ace to throw at Law but he had other weapons. Take his fists, for instance… Was Law thinking he’d gotten his epithet for no reason? Or maybe he could get a burning flame a little too close to the eternally grumpy man’s behind.
“Prunes?” Ace scoffed. “Don’t you ever get tired of hitting on me? I don’t want your damn prunes, just keep them in your pants”
Were raisins so bad? They were tasty snacks that were once grapes. Indeed, Law received raisins in his bucket for Halloween, but still, he never complained, unlike some ungrateful ass. Did Ace think to acquire that many raisins was easy? Law remained determined to teach Ace to love raisins even if it killed him.
At Ace’s words, Law’s face scrunched up like a prune. “How did you know?” Law frowned in displeasure that the surprise was ruined. Nevertheless, Law dug out some fat prunes from his none-too-clean pockets and tossed them in Ace’s direction.
“I’ll never tire of hitting you, that’s for sure,” Law said. “With raisins or prunes.” Too bad, Ace was too far away for Law to throw the raisins to leave any lasting damage. Then, Law had an idea… “…Okay, truth or dare. Dare!” Law answered hastily for Ace. “Five of these raisins or prunes have to enter your body. You can use any methods under the sun, as long as they enter you.” That sounded wrong. But it’s not like that…
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Sanji had a hand in this, Aya just knew it. why else would she go into the room to find Ace, sitting awkwardly at a table covered in a soft tablecloth, rose petals, two lit candles, and a dinner that was more rich and expensive looking than anything either of them normally ate.
“Ace…?” Aya was confused as she walked into the dimly lit room, watching as Ace seemed to grow more nervous by the second. Still she sat down across from him. “What’s all this, um, about?”
As it turns out, Ace can actually be at a loss of words and turn to babbling when nervous. Aya giggled - it was endearing, really. “It’s okay, Ace. Let’s, um, let’s just enjoy dinner?” He’d tell her what this was all about when he was ready.
Curse that womanizing cook and his swirly brows! Why and how exactly had Ace agreed to being in this situation where he was tight in his clothes and his saliva piling up inside his mouth?
Any other day, any other dinner and Aya would have it worse than him, because there was no way Ace could afford going to a fancy restaurant and if he wasn’t even used to honouring his payments when eating at cheaper ones, what then to say of the expensive ones? Aya would either have to run like hell or stay behind and feel humiliated at her date running the hell away and the looks she would certainly get from being left alone in her seat.
Now, though, it was Ace who was suffering, unable to decide on whether to choke on his nerves or chase after the cook first, neither option being of particular preference. As for Aya, she had no reason to worry about expenses and that was what Ace told her.
“Don’t worry about it. Sanji took care of everything” Indeed even the logistics had been the cook’s doing, a private room in a nice restaurant in exchange for one free cooking lesson from arguably the world’s greatest chef to the staff. Sure, it seemed like no big a deal at first but one minute after stepping in the kitchen had left the restaurant’s staff in awe at Sanji’s expertise.
It was all too perfect. Ace had never seen a dinner table so loaded. Likewise, he had never understood so little of one. Like, why the hell did he have two forks to his left side and a third one above the plates? He had two hand, same as any other human, and if anything they could only occupy themselves with one fork and a knife, tops.
At least having three glasses meant he could have three different drinks at the same time, which he appreciated, even if there was red wine in the water glass and juices in the wine glasses.
Once more, for Aya’s sake, it was a good thing they were in a private room with dishes already set upon the table and cloches upon the sideboard, or else she would not get rid of embarrassment at being professionally served only for Ace to mix his glasses up.
Sanji would certainly be in for a treat when it was time for Ace to tell his wingman how this dinner had gone, while Ace would be in for some ass-kicking at talking so casually of his piss-poor table manners.
After assuring Aya she had no reason to expect trouble, Ace pointed a finger at her in warning fashion “…and I’m not pulling a dine-and-dash!”
Scratch that, though, Aya. There will be embarrassment tonight… but at least no one else will witness it.
Oh, Ace… he seemed to be taking her words quite seriously, which would have been endearing if he wasn’t so obviously uncomfortable. Aya sighed softly, but couldn’t help the little laugh at his insistence that there would be no dining and dashing tonight.
He’d gone to all this trouble to set up a rather nice, almost romantic dinner for the two of them, yet he seemed more like a child who’d rather be running around and playing in the dirt than a man who was trying to woo a lady. And, perhaps that’s exactly why he felt so awkward. Ace was no gentleman, and Aya wasn’t a lady of society. She may have had those tendencies, once, but then she started to travel with the pirate before her and things began to change.
So she reached across the table, took his hand in hers. “But, um, the dashing part is the best part of the meal?” She said, hoping he’d understand she was trying to put him at ease.
The dinner was perfectly laid out, the drinks already poured, candles lit, but honestly? It looked more akin to something her brother would do to woo his Marimo, not something the boy-pirate before her would do. “Ace… you didn’t have to do all this.” She said, softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I lo - I like you for you, Ace. You, um, didn’t have to go all fancy for me.” She said, hoping he didn’t catch that little slip up. “I’d, um, rather dine and dash with you than watch you try to, um, be something you’re not.”
"ROO!" Ace jumps onto Law by the front and hugs him part like a bear, part like a sloth. Of course he just laughs even if knows Law won't enjoy the hug.
Fresh out of the shower, droplets of water beading across his chest, his arms, his legs, Law towelled dry his hair and stepped into the room. Ace had been waiting. Soon as Law poked his head around the corner, Ace launched himself toward Law and wrapped all four limbs around Law’s slippery torso.
Law gave a startled yelp. He stumbled backwards at the impact and crashed into a bookshelf. Hardcovers, softcovers, dictionaries, novels thudded to the ground. Let it be known that, in spite of Law’s state of wetness, Ace had zero trouble clinging on to him. Unfazed by Law’s glower, Ace hugged Law as if it’d been years since they last saw each other.
Ace knew Law wouldn’t enjoy the hug? This was not a hug intended for enjoyment purposes. This… This was an attack, goddamnit. This … was … war. Although Law felt his cold heart warm up from the affection, although Ace’s laughter melted Law’s insides like fire — in a good way; flames that lit up in the darkness — Law curled his lip in disapproval (he approved of little), when an idea flitted through his mind.
Ready or not, Law kissed Ace on the lips. With Ace distracted, Law pushed away from the bookshelf. Ace physically latched on to Law, Law staggered toward the couch. He dropped Ace onto the sofa and jumped onto Ace. Law straddled Ace and pinned Ace down.
An impish smile spread over Law’s face. He tickled Ace with all his might. It was a risk Law chanced, since Ace could kick him in the groin but hopefully, Ace wasn’t a violent aggressor when being tickled without mercy. Indeed, Law would not let up on the tickles unless Ace struck him.
Knocking on Law's door, Ace waits for the man's permission to get inside. Once he's in Law's study, he walks up to Law, hands behind his back, making-believe he has a prank hidden behind him. The prank, as it turns out, is not an object but an action: when Law is expecting for a water gun or something, Ace grabs Law's shoulders and kisses him full on the mouth. It's a short and intense kiss and Ace is giggling like it's the best prank ever.
Law ignored the loud, persistent knocks for what must have been a good ten minutes before he leapt to his feet and marched to the door to relieve himself of an intensifying headache worsened by the pounding outside his room. The door jerked open to Ace standing before him, bright and smiling, all sunshine and cheer. Law frowned when Ace lingered outside his room like a vampire waiting to be invited in. Law would’ve shut the door on his Ace, but if nothing else, he knew that those with the ‘D’ in their names were tenacious lads with regards to what they set out to achieve. Thus, to spare himself the agony of having to open the door again, Law conceded and ushered Ace into his study. Nevertheless, Law’s suspicions remained heightened as Ace wandered around.
“Don’t touch anything,” Law grumbled. “If you touch anything, I will be upset.” Still, there were mostly only books in the study and Law doubted Ace would bother with those. Law flopped back down into his chair to resume reading a book on turtles when Ace’s footsteps padded toward him.
Law looked up from his reading. “What is it…?” Ace had his hands behind his back, a classic sign that Law needed to prepare for the apocalypse. “I know what you’re gonna do,” Law snapped. “You’re gonna shove that giant baguette into my mouth when I scream, am I right?” Law narrowed his eyes sharply. “Give it up if you don’t want me to kick you. I’m very busy and upset right now. Try that and you’ll be sor—mmhhh!”
Ace grabbed Law’s shoulders and kissed his mouth. A short and intense kiss before Ace pulled back and giggled. Law would have fallen off the chair had it not been for its well-cushioned backrest.
Law stared in stupefaction. He clasped a hand over his mouth. Ace didn’t taste bad. Ace hadn’t passed anything ridiculous into his mouth like a chunk of bread. So, why? Was Ace pranking him? Did Ace think Law would be unsettled by a direct kiss on the lips?! Law closed his fingers into fists. Well, Ace thought wrong! Two can play this game! Unless Ace shoved him away, Law sprung toward Ace in an extremely aggressive fashion. Law pinned Ace to the wall with his hands beside Ace’s shoulders. For a second, Law met Ace’s eyes. He felt his heart race.
Law returned the kiss in an intense but dragged out session. In fact, Law would delight in making out with Ace’s mouth until Ace either pushed him away with disgust or allowed him to kiss him until he got aroused. Disgust or arousal, both would bring Law the greatest pleasure. Once Law had kissed Ace plenty, until he was pretty sure he had counted all the teeth in Ace’s mouth with his tongue, Law moved back.
It was not the grossest kiss, after the gravy incident. This was much better. The food made it exciting but it was also a giant mess.
“How d’you like me now…?” Law smiled as if it was the best prank ever, for real.
(Inspired by the boob meme) While dining at Olive Garden with Raven, Ace plays a game of throwing broken breadsticks at Raven. He's decided he only wins the moment a piece of food gets stuck in her cleavage.
Unlimited breadsticks. One of Raven’s favourite things about this place. On a good night, she could go through at least five baskets. They were delicious, too: great with a little sauce, for instance.
While they waited for their entrees, however, things naturally got out of hand. Maybe it was out of boredom–she wasn’t sure why–but Ace had decided that flinging pieces of breadsticks at her was a good idea.
And of course, since he was just so, so fixated with her breasts, that’s where he was aiming.
But Raven wouldn’t go down without a fight! No, even if the people seated at the booths and tables near them were shooting them confused glances, Raven, too, started breaking her breadsticks into smaller pieces and flicking them at Ace. In fact, she placed a piece of bread on her spoon, pulled back the spoon with her forefinger, and effectively catapulted her pieces of bread at him that way. She’d try aiming to get her pieces down the front of his shirt.
Even when Ace did manage to land a piece of bread in her cleavage, Raven didn’t let up. Now, she was flinging multiple pieces of bread at once. Bread everywhere! Bread on the table, the floor, under the seats–hell, once or twice, Raven had even managed to catapult some into the table behind them.
Who let these adult children into this lovely, peaceful Olive Garden? Whoever it was had no clue what was going to transpire inside that night.
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It was their first official date ever, weeks after the illegal adoption of their daughter. It had taken a lot of trouble to align their schedules to match before they settled on a date and location. Despite the bold feats both men had tackled throughout their lives, with regards to a date, both had turned shy and skirted around the topic for months. They did go out to dinner on a regular basis, obviously, but it was never anything fancy. A simple picnic. Stopping for fast food. It was always… casual.
And then, one day, Ace popped the question — without a ring. Law didn’t know whether he ought to be relieved or disappointed by the lack of a proposal. Not that he wanted to marry Ace but … what were Ace’s feelings about him? Where did they stand? Where was their relationship going, if that was even a thing? Was it going places? Or backtracking to square one and with no ideal futuristic prospect? Either way, Law agreed to the dinner invitation without hesitation. Of course, Law insisted on picking the place. Law used the opportunity, since Ace had raised the question, to suggest a fine-dining restaurant serving exorbitant Italian cuisine. Now, Law recognized that Ace was the furthest from the fine-dining, high-class crowd. However, Law wanted the evening to be something… special. Ace deserved better than McDonalds and Pizza Hut day in, day out. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe was conspiring against them and his plans.
Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong that evening. To start of the catastrophic date, their babysitter was running late because her teacher had delayed her. Nevertheless, Law occupied himself with changing in and out of multiple ensembles until he was satisfied with his attire for the dinner. Meanwhile, Ace sang a lullaby to Strawberry while he stacked colourful building blocks into ceiling-high towers. The babysitter arrived shortly after with apologies and took over Strawberry from Ace. She cried and Ace lingered behind, until Law had to physically shove him out the door.
Right. Her boss had recently given her a $60 gift card to Olive Garden–for being a really fucking amazing employee–and she had to use it somehow and sometime. Who else did she know that ate just as much, if not more, than she did?
That Acehole, of course.
Raven had made an effort to look somewhat presentable for a night out. She didn’t particularly like dresses, but she’d pulled the little black dress out from the corner of her closet and tried it on. Fit kind of tightly around the waist, but it would do. She threw her hair into a long, messy braid, and halfway through getting dressed, she’d given up and decided she looked okay enough.
The worst part was the walk to Ace’s place, the anticipation of walking up onto his doorstep, knocking on the door, and trying to explain why she was there and what her plans and intentions were. A few times, she even mentally rehearsed possible things to tell him.
There was no denying she was actually a bit nervous. Would he even be willing to go out to eat with her?
She arrived finally, took a deep breath, and pounded on his door. If he would answer, she would huff, clear her throat, and awkwardly meet his gaze.
“Come on, loser. We’re going to Olive Garden. Dinner’s on me.”
