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Apparently it took a fashion statement for Law to cut the roots his butt had grown and securely planted on that armchair by now and actually take an interest in their job de jour.
Scratching his forehead as to say ‘well, whaddya know?’, Ace followed Law’s steps to the wardrobe and watched him coordinate an outfit that was not that bad. If it was better or worse than Ace’s, that could be argued, but it was certainly better than what you’d expect from a man who wore what looked like a dead baby seal atop his head.
A tired sigh was his only reply. It did not matter that much what the baby girl wore as long as she was dressed and comfortable, not too cold or too hot, not too tight or too loose, and to change her clothes for no reason other than Law’s caprice seemed wasteful. However, Ace guessed someone had to play the designated adult during their babysitting experience and that had better not be the man with the dead baby seal.
Law shot Ace a sidelong glance at his comment. Had rumors spread across the seas, even of his tendency to reduce women to tears? Law wasn’t sure if he ought to feel honored by that fact. Admittedly, not all instances were intentional. Often, without trying, he could easily rub people the wrong way. Long story short, like all human beings, Law was with his fair share of shortcomings; namely, he suffered a terrible lack of diplomacy. Regardless, Law’s shoulders relaxed and his frown faded as Ace obliged him and stuffed the baby into the yellow dress. An inexplicable warmth flooded his senses. It was akin to what he felt when Bepo would smile, with genuine cheer.
Although Law kept his expression solemn, inwardly, self-conflict arose. Ace might have missed Law’s half-hearted attempts at offering assistance. Law was almost doing the Hokey Pokey, though very subtly, with only slight twitches of his fingers and brows.
“Too bad, Roo,” Ace chirped, sounding a little proud of himself. “Already well ahead of you.”
Before Law could protest any further, Ace disappeared into the kitchen and returned with one large pumpkin carried in his arms. He set it down on the dining table with a thud. Seconds later, Ace strode out with another pumpkin and smacked it down in front of Law. Ace snatched the hardcover out of Law’s hands like it was crude pornographic material and threw it over his shoulder in sharp disapproval. CRASH. A vase cushioned the hardcover’s fall — only for a split second before the vase shattered into smithereens.
“…I was reading that,” Law muttered, widemouthed in disbelief. His eyes flicked to the pumpkin and then back to Ace. At that moment, Law felt like the sulky and grouchy spoilsport father that told their kid ‘no’ to every single request, no matter how trivial. Even Law would tire of saying ‘no’ all the time and of being a generally stuffy person. Besides — the corners of Law’s lips curled downward slightly in defeat — how could he refuse Ace when Ace had that ‘excited puppy’ face?
Less than ten minutes later, Ace and Law were seated at the dining table, busy at work cutting a lid from the pumpkins before they scooped out the filling into a bowl.
"Since it's your birthday, i'mma try say your name right, alright?" Ace reads from the palm of his hand, where he wrote TRAFALGAR LAW. Easier written than spoken. "Trash, traffls-, traffe... Toraffo, treffel, treffelg... Turonono... Can't be done!"
With every fruitless attempt Ace made to pronounce his name, Law’s shoulders tensed up and his face grew taut. Law stared at Ace in disbelief and facepalmed with exasperation. How was this possible? Turonono…? There were no ‘NO’s in his name. Law closed his hands into fists and crossed his arms over his stuck-out chest to resist from pouncing onto Ace and grabbing Ace’s palm to see exactly what bullshit Ace had written on it. Law would bet, there would be a hundred variations of his name but not a single ‘Trafalgar Law’ scribbled down.
Toraffo was close enough and actually pleasant-sounding. Treffel was also a good try. It seemed like Ace could only manage a maximum of two syllables before he faltered. This disappointed Law. Of course, Ace could just call him Law. That was a single syllable and the easiest word to pronounce, wasn’t it? Just one syllable, but no, every time Ace opened his mouth, he called him Roo.
Should he even bother trying to teach Ace to say his name anymore? Every time he tried, they ended up arguing. It was not worth fighting over. Besides, Roo actually grew on him after a while… It was a special nickname; no one else called him Roo. Hopefully, Strawberry wouldn’t pick up on it, though…
Regardless, Law, vainly, refused to give up on Ace. “…Okay,” Law said, mustering all his patience. “Say ‘trafal’… and then later ‘gar’. Separately, yes?” But Ace hadn’t even been able to say ‘trafal’ earlier, which was dismal…
“Or… Say ‘tra’ and then… add ‘fal-gar’,” Law suggested, enunciating the syllables of his name slowly. “Fucker works too—”
“Dude!” Ace exclaimed, with a reproachful look. “In front of the baby?!”
Law ignored Ace and persisted tirelessly. “Can you say ham-bur-ger?” Goodness, it was as if he was teaching Strawberry to talk instead of a grown adult in his twenties. “Mo-za-re-lla? Pe-ppe-ro-ni? Cu-cum-ber? Bar-ber-cue? You can order pizza, can’t you?” Law scowled at Ace’s disinterest — Ace giggled and played with Strawberry, completely disregarding Law’s words. “Hey! Even if I’ve to lose all my hair trying, I’m going to teach you to say it!”
Fed up with Ace’s indifference in his pronunciation lesson, Law splashed Ace with a handful of water from the kiddie pool all three of them were currently squeezed into, with Strawberry propped on Ace’s lap. Unfortunately, Law missed. Water entered Strawberry’s eyes — oops — and instantly, Strawberry burst into shrill cries while her arms flailed as if she was drowning. Seated precariously, all it took was a second before Strawberry tumbled forward face-first into the water. Thankfully, reacting with swift instinct, Ace grabbed her in the nick of time.
Law had to endure Ace’s yelling about Law being an incompetent parent or something and accusing him of making Strawberry cry. Fair enough… Still, Law’s thoughts returned to the pronunciation lesson once he ascertained that nobody was in any danger of drowning. The water level was only up to their knees when they sat cross-legged in the inflatable pool.
Ace tried his hardest to pacify Strawberry and wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks while Law stared dumbly. Just then, it occurred to Law… Ace could say Strawberry, couldn’t he?! That was three fucking syllables!
“…Can’t you just say—” Couldn’t Ace just say ‘Law’? But, look, Strawberry had already suffered as a result of his obstinacy… Perhaps… Perhaps it wasn’t something worth pressing. “Sorry,” Law apologised, albeit almost mumbling to himself. “She all right?”
It was Traffaroo's birthday. Ace knew he hated bread but how did he feel about cake? Was it naught but sweet bread to him? Anywho, Ace came home holding a dozen of heart-shaped balloons because he knew Law liked hearts... and because the value shop had found some Valentine's items and decided to get rid of them during a Fall sale. And because Ace loved Law, too. "Happy birthday, Roo! One foot nearer the grave, right?" Ace giggled and put the balloon strings on Law's hand, grabbing the other +
for himself. “We’re having a party, just you and me” He’d brought home more than balloons: there was cake, yes, whether Law liked it or not, and a wrapped gift. But that would have to wait because, shyly, as Law held the balloons, Ace pulled him by the hand so they could walk to the bedroom together and start the celebration with a little sweetness. @pxrtgasdace
Law would deny that he was moping around the house in Ace’s absence. From room to room, Law drifted, wearing a sour expression. By the time Ace returned, Law was lying prone on the couch, staring at the black screen of the television.
At the sight of the dozen heart-shaped balloons, Law’s first thought was, had Ace been to a party? Law dragged himself to sit up, his gaze following Ace’s movements. Law would not consider himself the jealous, insecure, possessive, overprotective sort of partner. Ace was a free man; Ace could do and see and go whatever, whoever, and wherever he liked. However, Law could not help but feel a twinge of bitterness at the prospect of Ace being involved with anyone else. Such emotions were ugly, and he fought to repress them, but every now and then, jealousy would rear its ugly head. Still, he knew better than to allow it to affect whatever good thing they shared between them.
Imagine the look on Law’s face when Ace wished him a Happy Birthday. After the shock wore off from his face, Law bit his lip and stared at the freckles on Ace’s face. Ace’s giggles brought a soothing warmth rising in Law’s chest as a weight lifted from his shoulders. His cheeks coloured slightly.
Ace has never spoken of his family... or his friends. This makes Law wonder. However, if he pries too much, Ace could be bothered... One day, Law decides to ask. "So, in case you don't wake up one day, is there anyone else I should call? To let them know... you are dead." He figures that is a good subtle way to ask?
Death… Didn’t the dude think of anything else? And right he was; Ace thought a good deal about it too, though he’d rather put his focus on life. If Law shared his feelings and attempt at optimism, he did not show it. Ace doubted it - Law was capable of much higher thinking than he was, expressed in ways and vocabulary Ace had trouble understanding sometimes. He knew that, the more people think about stuff, the more questions they ask, leading to more and more doubts that far outweigh the achieved answers, and the more they think the more they have to be upset about.
So, he did not dismiss the question. Though he did not share or comprehend some views of Law’s, Ace understood death was an inevitable thing and if it could not be helped, then it could not be helped. It had been a constant in his life, though in different ways, from blaming himself for what he then considered to be his mother’s murder, to indeed consider it as an option as a teenager, before deciding on soldiering on.
Now, though, his view on death was much simpler, though it remained personal: rather die young and strong than old and pathetic.
But he and Law had never shared anything openly about this or other topics, preferring to find comfort and satisfaction in everyday shenanigans, perhaps because both needed the gaiety in life and would thus seek it in the most unsuspecting of places. If they ever shared their stories with seriousness, sincerity and an open heart, Ace would do his best to try and understand Law with an equally open mind.
Indeed, he was willing to talk to Law. What better confider would he find? The man was a better listener than he was a speaker; he did not speak much and plenty of what he uttered was plain bullshit. Law would listen, ruminate, perhaps allow a non-shitty remark to leave his lips but never make fun of him about a serious issue or share it with the world.
Right now, he might as well be asking Ace what he’d like for dinner, what with how effortlessly the theme was introduced. Ace did think about it: should he die tomorrow, whom should Law warn?
While there was - and Ace felt blessed just thinking it - a generous number of people Ace had for friends or otherwise dear to his heart, there were two who seemed both logical and practical.
“Call my father” Ace replied, his voice rather distant as though he spoke through an opening in another dimension or through a dream. “Edward Newgate”
Yes… Whitebeard ought to be the first to know as it was a father’s right, even though no father should have to bury his child. For all the good the old man had done him, Ace figured he owed Whitebeard the bitter honour of being the first one to know of his death, after Law that is. Also, through Whitebeard, many others would learn of Ace’s death, so this choice was not devoid of planning, either. It was a smart move on Ace’s part. This should make Law’s life easier…
Then, there was another person Ace thought as being just as important as the first. Another man.
“And my grandfather, Monkey D. Garp” Never in his life had Ace called Garp his ‘grandfather’ or the sweeter version of ‘grandpa’. He’d always call him ‘gramps’ or ‘old gramps’, first out of his little rebellious heart, then it became a guilty pleasure as well, as the disrespectful word would drive the elderly marine insane.
Now, though, Ace could use a more proper word in front of Law. It could be their little secret; hopefully, the first of many.
Just like with Whitebeard, through Garp several others would know of Ace’s death, facilitating Law’s grief - would he grieve for Ace? - easier. If anything, Ace thought a man such as Law would appreciate the minimised social contact during what was arguably the only time people actually thought about each other and bothered to ‘show up’. Two calls or letters or physical visits were better than a multitude of these forms of contact and having everyone who’d known Ace knock on the front door.
He wondered how his mate would cope with him being gone… Ace turned his head to Law and sank his head as deep as he could on the pillow, his eyes deeper and more aware than ever, as if he was seeing Law for the first time.
“And you? If I wake up tomorrow and you don’t… Do you have anyone else?”
One stormy night, Ace and Law are watching Up because there's nothing else "good" on tv. Law is half watching, half reading. At the scene where the dog says, “I was hiding under your porch because I love you", Law glances at the tv. Then he looks at Ace. Law moves to lie down with his head on Ace's lap. //ahh i'm sorry for spamming you with all of these though
Lies, lies, lies… You’re not sorry and you know it. Woof you.
Animated movies had to be, without a doubt, Ace’s favourite genre. More than half of the DVDs he owned either alone or in a joint collection with Law fell within this category. They did not look that impressive next to titles of comedy but they made quite a contrast with those of thriller and horror. Anywho, any guest of theirs would believe there lived a child in the house upon glancing at the spines of the packages - and they would not be mistaken, as Ace lived there.
Whenever they couldn’t reach a consensus on what kind of movie to watch, attention would be directed to the juvenile collection and the unspoken rule was the choice belonged to Law. Any title would be fine by Ace, and since Law was not as big an enthusiast about what he insisted were ‘cartoons’ (whereas Ace preferred the ‘animated films’ designation), it was fair that he should choose one according to his mood. Talking animals or humans? Musicals? Princesses?
For this stormy night, Law chose ‘Up’. While it was not Ace’s favourite, he was glad to share some quality time with ‘Roo’ without him going crude or gross. Oftentimes it seemed vulgarity was the only weapon in Law’s arsenal for expressing himself regardless of what feeling he wished to convey and what emotion best worked as a vehicle for it. Whether he despised or loved you he’d be vulgar, one way or another. Ace doubted anyone knew of this truth as well as him, with all due respect for Law’s small but neat group of friends.
Thus, something any other adult would deem inappropriate or basic and uninteresting was more than a delight for Ace. It provided a pleasant moment for him and his significant other, as Law would suffer the musical acts for some reason. Ace suspected he secretly enjoyed watching animated mice and bears sing their oo-de-lallys, even though the non-musical movies were his first option and there was a lot that could be said about that artefact called the remote and the power a man feels when in control of one.
Ace was one of those goofballs who liked to point fingers at fictional characters and say which one was himself and which one was Law; nothing nasty or child-inappropriate ever being implied, as his comparisons were drawn from personalities and not based on relationships of any kind. In ‘Up’, Law was of course old Carl - cranky and most likely with a special love for raisins on the account of advanced age - while Ace was Russell - enthusiastic and foolish.
Ace cracked the same jokes like he never got tired of repeating them and, in reality, he didn’t. Every time Russell delivered his ‘Wilderness Explorer’ lines Ace would repeat them with a swollen chest, as though he too were proud of belonging to the group of scouts.
He hardly felt Law shifting on the sofa and placing his head on his lap. Pity, for Law’s sense of time was one of the few things in him that kissed the mouth of that goddess called perfection and had Ace paid attention, he would have understood that the gesture was his own way of saying ‘I love you’ to him.
With a ‘uh?’ he glanced down to find Law’s eyes staring back at him. A curious thing it was that the moody man would have brighter eyes than his more joyful companion, though both pairs revealed their core in their sharp coldness and timid warmth, respectively.
Ace smiled and giggled. That was it. That sufficed for him to show his feelings. His eyes returned to the screen and even if Law’s lingered on the other man’s chin or neck for another moment, to the tv they, too, must return.
Peace ruled for a while longer until a mischievous idea played on Ace’s mind. First he ruffled Law’s hair, then he got his nose and both things he did while parroting sounds of the movie’s bird, Kevin. Just because it had it easier than Law in the emotional department, that did not mean he would let Law get too comfortable on him.
"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.
When Ace is sleeping, or Law thinks Ace is sleeping, he watches him for a bit before he carefully moves closer and kisses him softly on the cheek.
Ace wasn’t asleep but… it wasn’t like he was sleeping either. He could not explain it in technical, medical terms but, with narcoleptic episodes lasting only a couple of minutes and some even less than that, it was hard to tell what belonged to which realm, dream or reality, and how much time passed between each time Ace opened his eyes, only to close them again.
In this intermittent state of conscience, Ace saw Law, who was keeping him company, get nearer, the face seemingly becoming bigger, and could swear he felt a pair of lips that could not belong to any other person go moist on his cheek. It did not happen fast and it did happen through different states of wakefulness, and thus Ace could not tell if he was witnessing the ‘outside world’ or dreaming of Law.
All he knew was he liked the kiss whether it was real or the figment of a love starved imagination and a smile flourished in his lips as his closed eyes took him back to REM.
[ super old meme ][ the first date ][ @pxrtgasdace ]
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.
I KISS YOU NOT – Starring Fire Fist Aces and Traffaroo
ACT I: A CPR KISS
It was the middle of the day. The afternoon sun’s rays were pouring in through the window. It was a brand new day, with plenty of opportunities to seize and an abundance of beauty to behold. In spite of that, Law was passed out, sprawled like a starfish, on the floor in the middle of his room. His mouth was open wide. His eyes were closed.
In walked Ace, his arms laden with bags of groceries, a cheery grin resting on his freckled face. Ace strode into the kitchen and set down supplies equivalent to what would have fed an entire family from then till doomsday. With a roasted drumstick in his hand, Ace started toward the living room, only to pass by Law’s room on the way.
Ace’s eyes widened for a split second. His mouth actually paused in its chewing motions and he stopped dead in his tracks. The drumstick fell from his hand. It landed miserably on the polished tiles, smearing gravy and leaving a horrible mess.
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