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i. most times i feel like i’m floating in a dream; sometimes it happens when you make sure that my bandages are still in place.
Luffy remembers Robin talking about lucid dreaming.
He doesn’t really know if he has ever experienced it, but there are times when he should be asleep and yet he’s also consciously aware that he is floating in yet another dream. They say that it can be quite a frightening experience, but Luffy enjoys the thrill of having control on all these vivid imagery that his mind creates, even if sometimes it can get a little too confusing.
Like how Luffy currently feels so puzzled if the presence dutifully watching him inside the makeshift recovery room that they had made for him after the war is real or just another part of his intrepid dreams.
“Torao…” Luffy mumbles, trying to get a feel of whether or not this is just another one of those visuals that his mind loves to create. Yet, Luffy should have really known that doing that doesn’t really provide much help, because saying his ally’s nickname always brings all these funny feelings in his stomach—dreams or not. In his sleep hazed mind, he can feel the heat seeping through the roof of this makeshift recovery room; he can hear the merry noise of his crew outside; and he can feel the presence walking towards him to sit by his side.
“Torao…” Luffy mumbles once again, this time with a small smile visible on his face. And similar to every other dream where his ally always appears and stays by his side, Luffy moves his arm around until he finally reaches that inked hand, only so he can hold it tight and let himself bask in these overwhelming feelings that never cease to shower over him whenever Law is around— ‘calm, peace, warmth.’
Maybe this really is just another dream. Because his ally, now crowned as the new Emperor, just holds his hand back, squeezing it gently before he starts checking and changing Luffy’s bandages with his free hand. Law is changing his bandages in a manner so unhurried, so full of fondness and benevolence that it’s so easy to mistake him for someone else.
Law will never change his bandages like this, maybe, probably; if only Luffy isn’t so afraid to make a bet on whether this is just another dream, then he can open his eyes and see the reality.
So, Luffy opts to hold that hand tighter in hopes of floating just another second longer inside this lucid dream.
ii. i’ve never had a list of places where i want to go aside from laugh tale—and i don’t care where my next destination is so long as i’m with you.
Luffy never really likes to plan things, but the past few hours have been spent with him trying to plan the next place where they can go. It’s already their last night on the final island and both crews have been partying all night to celebrate their victory and probably the end of their journey, but Luffy’s mind has been stuck thinking about how else can he make this voyage continue.
The party is almost at its climax when Luffy hears a random comment from Penguin as he talks to Sanji about their adventure— ‘Man, we’ve never been to a sky island! That sounds super awesome! —and Luffy finally sees a glimpse of hope. So, he patiently waits until both of their crews have stepped down from the height of their excitement, until Brook has finally hit the last note of his lullaby for tonight, and until Law is comfortable enough to lay with him on the ground with nothing but a short blanket on their backs.
Luffy is aware that there’s no one else but Robin left awake, pretending to be asleep while leaning so comfortably in Franky’s arms. So, he risks moving closer to Law until he can gently snuggle into his arm, because the Emperor is a little more welcoming to this kind of close proximity whenever there are less eyes watching him.
“Have you ever been to a sky island?”
Luffy finally asks despite already knowing the answer, not wanting to surprise his ally with yet another random demand. After all, in the short amount of time that the two of them have been in an alliance, Luffy has already learned that Law is not one to bring his walls down in just a moment’s notice. Step by step, little by little, bit by bit; Law likes to take his time in all the things that he does, especially when such things involve his personal relationship with the people around him.
So, even if Luffy has always been the impatient one between them two, this time around he’ll try to do things the way Law always does—step by step, little by little, bit by bit; hoping that one day the two of them will eventually come closer.
“I haven’t been to one yet, Mugiwara-ya.”
Luffy can’t help the wide smile that immediately makes its way towards his lips as he hears that answer. Law doesn’t need to tell him anything else for him to know. After all, Luffy is slowly learning how to listen not to the words that come out of the Emperor’s mouth, but to all the words that don’t.
“Then, let’s go visit a sky island together, Torao!”
iii. i want to do all these silly things if it means getting another step closer to you.
If someone would ask Luffy what his favorite time of the day is, then he’d tell them this—the exact time of the day when Law is silently reading a book inside the library of Thousand Sunny and Luffy is somehow allowed to rest his head on Law’s lap; Law’s hand carding through Luffy’s hair, the tips of his fingers brushing through Luffy’s scalp that never ceases to make him heave out a deep yet soft sigh.
“Can you teach me your native language, Torao?” Luffy asks quietly as he reaches his arm out to trace the title of the book with the tips of his fingers, a title written in a set of letters and words foreign to him. Step by step, little by little, bit by bit; Luffy wonders if he will get another step closer to Law once he finally manages to learn his language.
“There’s no benefit in teaching you the language of a place that you won’t even live in,” Law answers immediately. But you’re right here, Luffy wants to say. Luffy wants to argue, but he bites his lips before any words can leave his mouth. After all, he doesn’t want to overwhelm the Emperor; he doesn’t want to swamp Law with all these confusing and funny feelings that even Luffy is having such a hard time trying to fully get a hold of.
“But it’s so much better to have two people in the world speaking the language from your hometown,” Luffy says instead, and something about those words, about that one mere statement, makes the Emperor flinch ever so slightly that it would have been so easy to miss had he not been paying all of his attention to Law.
The Emperor clears his throat before he finally closes the book to look at the Pirate King, and Luffy can’t help the small smile that graces his lips once he realizes that the tips of Law’s ears are flushed pink.
“So, what’s ‘my treasure’ in your native tongue?” Luffy finally asks, barely above a whisper, hoping that Law will realize what kind of treasure is reflected in the Pirate King’s eyes. For a brief second, Law seems a little taken aback—until the corners of those eyes start to crease a little more, that gaze seems to turn a little bit softer, and those lips finally curve into a small smile.
“Mon trésor, Luffy-ya,” Law finally replies, and this time it’s Luffy who gets taken aback by the sudden usage of his real name instead of his moniker. Yet, Law only runs his fingers across Luffy’s hair once again, taking a glance at the portholes where the sunlight now seeps through before he continues, “What else do you want to learn then, Mon Roi?”
The Pirate King narrows his eyes a little before he tilts his head, a little confused but also excited as he hears another foreign word from the Emperor.
“What does ‘Mon Roi’ mean then?”
Law stops carding his fingers through his hair for a moment and turns to meet Luffy’s gaze once again. It might have just been Luffy’s imagination, maybe, probably, because there’s no reason as to why Law’s eyes will reflect something a little bit akin to reverence as he directs all of his attention to Luffy alone.
Law only smiles gently at him without answering Luffy’s question.
iv. the way you look at me while we’re dancing makes me feel like i’m drowning
Luffy can’t help but feel grateful for all the deities watching them at the moment, because they stopped by a town to refill their supplies, and now Nami says that a snowstorm is coming and they can’t set sail due to all the dangers that blazing through that weather will entail. Luffy immediately agrees, another reason found for him to stay with Law just a little bit longer, and suggests that they should have a party with all the residents of this town instead.
That’s the only cue that both crews need for them to get the banquet ready and start a party in the middle of the small city. Not a single one of them bats an eye or complains about his decision. Usopp says that it’s because he’s already the Pirate King—he who can take whatever he wants, whomever he wants, in whichever time he prefers; the person who has managed to obtain everything.
Not everything, Luffy wants to say. Luffy begs to differ. Not everything yet.
Step by step, little by little, bit by bit; Luffy will take his time in obtaining this piece still seemingly missing despite already becoming the Pirate King. So, once Brook starts playing a slow song which all the people in the town can follow the rhythm of, once the couples in the town begin dancing to the classical song playing, Luffy heads in front of Law and reaches his hand out for the Emperor who’s been watching from the sidelines.
“Dance with me, Torao!”
Perhaps Luffy should have really listened to Sabo when he was teaching them about manners and etiquette back when they were young. Perhaps he should have chosen his words more carefully in trying to ask the Emperor for a dance. Yet, something in those golden eyes immediately flicker, a look so clandestine and reserved only for moments when there’s no one else present to witness the two of them taking their time inside the library—together.
“Sure, Luffy-ya.”
The crystal flakes of the snow are getting more visible as the night falls deeper, bigger and bigger for them to take notice of until it falls on their skin and bites them with the cold. Yet, Luffy feels the heat seeping through his skin as Law takes his hand and walks with him towards the center of this little circle where all the couples are dancing. Law does a formal bow before the Emperor finally places one of his hands at the bottom of Luffy’s back and uses the other to hold Luffy’s hand.
Luffy must be starting to lose track of the distance between the two of them, because once they finally find their rhythm, once Luffy has finally stopped stepping on Law’s feet five times every single minute, Luffy feels like Law is slowly pulling him closer— moving around so closely until Luffy can vividly see the puffs of breath escaping Law’s lips as they dance amidst the cold.
And as those golden eyes start to fixate on nothing else but Luffy’s own raven ones, Luffy feels his breath hitch against his throat. Luffy wonders if Law is aware of this; of how that gaze can easily knock the wind out of his airway; of how that stare makes him feel like he’s slowly being pushed under the pressure of the enormous waves; of how that hue of gold makes him lose track of whether he should breathe in or breathe out or maybe just stop breathing at all.
It’s so confusing, Luffy thinks, how he can vividly see the ocean in those golden eyes.
At the back of his mind, he can hear all the incessant reminders from his brothers and his crew— ‘Don’t go too far. You don’t know how to swim. Step back. The ocean is too dangerous.’ —because Luffy has always been prone to drowning, has always been prone to falling into the beautiful yet ruthless ocean and its deep abyss. Step by step, little by little, bit by bit; Luffy wonders why taking another step closer to Law feels so similar to taking another step further into the vast blue.
Don’t go too far. You don’t know how to swim. Step back. The ocean is too dangerous.
But Luffy has always been attracted to danger.
v. i’ve never really drank any booze, but my mind keeps on swirling once there’s only you and me inside the cabin room.
Luffy should have really thought more about it before he pulled Law towards this cabin room where they could stay for the night after their little dance in the town center. Now that they’re both inside the cabin room with the sound of the flame sizzling from the fireplace as their only music, the lad can’t help but think about this small distance between the two of them on top of the bed and under the thin blankets provided in the cabin.
Maybe he should have just asked anyone else from their crew to stay inside the room with him, because he doesn’t think that he can peacefully fall asleep like this when his mind keeps on swirling, keeps on running amok until it falls back and hones into the fact that Law is right there beside him—that Luffy is only one touch away from the entropy that is Law’s warmth.
Luffy is usually an annoying sleeper, flailing his arms and legs all around until he kicks someone in his sleep; he knows it because his crew has never failed to remind him about it every single morning to which Luffy only laughs at because he doesn’t usually care. Yet, right at this moment, Luffy doesn’t think that he can act so carefree.
He can’t even move to lie on his side, because once he does, the mattress will dip and what if—what if he accidentally shuts the distance between them and their legs finally get tangled with each other? What if their skins finally touch each other? What if Luffy ends up snuggling into Law’s arms or burying his face in that tattooed chest?
If only he is allowed to, then he’d like to spend every moonlight just wrapped in Law’s embrace until sleep finally claims them two.
Luffy gulps a lump in his throat before he finally risks turning his gaze from the ceiling towards the man beside him. In the dark of the night, Luffy sees the firelight dancing on Law’s face with every sizzle from the twigs, and he can’t help the feeling of pride that swells within him knowing that this is a sight only privy to him, a secret that only he is allowed to carry.
For a brief moment, the hurricane in Luffy’s mind starts heading to the direction that he has long since been trying to keep in peace, starts to graze the idea hidden inside a cocoon meant to only be opened once he can finally take the risk of professing all these feelings inside of him. Luffy wonders if Law will get mad once he finally admits it; will Law walk away from him once he lets all these wishes and prayers out in the open? Maybe.
And that’s one doubt too many.
“Goodnight, Torao,” Luffy says instead to push all these stupid thoughts starting to plague his mind; hoping, praying, wishing that the night will be short for a haunted person like him. Law takes another moment or two, seemingly tucking all his thoughts away as well into the small pouch at the back of his mind, before he finally closes his eyes and answers, “Goodnight, Luffy-ya.”
The small distance between them is still existing, and Luffy’s mind just keeps on swirling.
vi. i’ll pretend to sleep some more until the snow piling outside the cabin finally melts.
Luffy sluggishly wakes up to the feeling of warmth on his legs from being tangled with another set much longer than his own. The lad doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that the snowstorm is now already in its full force; he knows it by the sound of the wind howling too loud outside the cabin and of its force rattling the windows. It’s way too cold in the morning and the thin sheets coupled with the legs tangled with his are not enough to let him fall back asleep.
So, Luffy moves closer to wrap an arm and embrace the pillow right beside him. The lad buries his face on the pillow and a groan escapes his lips once he finally feels the warmth that he’s been trying to earn so he can fall back into his slumber. Yet, Luffy suddenly feels awake now more than ever when he realizes that he’s not hugging a pillow—because no pillow will nuzzle its nose against Luffy’s hair and chuckle in that raspy voice as said pillow inhales the scent of Luffy’s dark locks.
It is only then that he remembers the events of past night—of his sudden decision to ask Law to stay in one cabin room with him, of the thin blankets where they found themselves tucked in, of all his swirling thoughts, and of the sudden urge to finally let his feelings out in the open.
Luffy can no longer hear the flame sizzling on the fireplace, which means that moving away from Law is equivalent to gritting through the cold of this morning. He can’t help but wonder if Law minds; does he mind if Luffy will keep his arms around Law’s waist just until the cold no longer bites so deep into their skins? Does he mind having Luffy’s legs still tangled with his? Does he ever think about falling back asleep while wrapped in Luffy’s embrace?
Before Luffy can even lose himself into the tornado of thoughts running rampant in his mind, he finally finds his answer when Law wraps his arm around him and closes what miniscule distance still remains between the two of them. And as if a closing act for this small gesture, Law pulls the blanket up and traps them both under the covers.
Luffy feels a sudden thump on his chest, beating erratically, beating loudly, almost drowning out the sound of the snowstorm outside the cabin. Law settles himself comfortably beside Luffy, burying his face against Luffy’s locks until his breathing evens out and he eventually falls back to sleep.
Luffy’s thoughts and all the questions running through his mind slowly fall into a trance, as if trying to keep themselves quiet lest they also wake Law up and deprive him of these additional hours of sleep that the Emperor badly needs. Luffy will eventually have to take the risk and find the answers to his own questions. Maybe once they find themselves more awake, he tries to tell himself, maybe then he’ll finally find the courage.
Right now, Luffy opts to let himself be trapped in Law’s embrace. Because the cold has always made the Emperor feel more sleepy, and Luffy thinks that the snow piling outside the cabin will take its time to melt.
So, Luffy will take his time in pretending to be asleep.
vii. i don’t like the taste of coffee, but i don’t care spending all my mornings brewing a cup for you.
It’s been a few weeks since Luffy has started to stay on this tropical island which reminds him so much of the mornings that he spent on the treehouse that he and his brothers built in the middle of the forest. It’s been a few weeks since both his and Law’s crewmates have decided to travel in separate groups and explore the world on their own. Luffy has already seen this coming, has already expected this decision to come up sooner rather than later, and he’s not one to bind his crew when they want to have their own freedom in exploring places that they haven’t been into.
And amidst all the ‘see you later’, one person has chosen to stay. Luffy immediately feels all the butterflies in his stomach flying freely once he heard Law’s decision, but he doesn’t want to jump into conclusions when he hasn’t even taken the risk of asking Law the question yet. Maybe in the next island, he convinces himself once again, maybe then he’ll finally get the courage.
But for now, Luffy wants to bask in the pleasure of knowing that Law has decided to stay.
Which finds Luffy spending his morning in this tropical island the same way that he’s been doing for the past few weeks—walking around the place to greet the townspeople, eating his pre-breakfast meals in record time, and holding out several bags of different foods and beverages which the people keep on giving him for free. Luffy loves walking around the town in the morning like this, and one question never fails to pop out whenever Luffy is talking to the citizens of the island.
‘So, is he your husband? The guy who lives with you in that house.’
Luffy knows that people can be a little nosy like that, especially for new neighbors within the town. He also knows that this island is a little bit secluded from the main waters of the world, thus the non-recognition for two of the most prominent figures after that war. So, Luffy only ever laughs at them before he always says— ‘We’re partners!’ —leaving the people wondering what kind of partners these two really are.
And after Luffy has enjoyed his morning walk, he goes back to the house that he and Law have started to rent out, heading immediately to the kitchen to place all the bags of free food and start brewing a cup of coffee. He doesn’t really understand how the Emperor can enjoy a bitter drink like this, but he at least appreciates the aroma that fills the kitchen whenever the coffee is finally ready.
He knows that Law will be up pretty soon, so he pours the coffee into the cup that he won for the Emperor in a random festival night. Law comes by exactly five minutes later, his eyes still a little puffy from sleep and his torso bare of any clothing. Luffy can’t help but chuckle at the sight before he flaunts that smile of his and hands Law his cup of coffee.
“Good morning!” The lad exclaims. Despite all the previous complaints from the Emperor about how loud Luffy is in the morning, the Pirate King never fails to see the small smile gracing Law’s lips with every greeting directed at him. “Good morning,” Law then replies in his groggy voice before he finally takes a sip of coffee and leans on the kitchen counter, and Luffy takes it as his cue to start his stories about his experiences early this morning.
Luffy is never one to stick into one timeline whenever he is telling his stories, but he feels a whole lot more distracted whenever he’s sharing all these tales to Law in the morning. Luffy has seen this sight countless times already, but he still isn’t sure if there will ever come a time when he will start getting accustomed to all of it—to the steam of coffee graciously hitting Law’s face, to the small smile that he unconsciously shows before taking a sip, to the rim of the cup lightly touching his lips, and to the soft sigh that inevitably escapes him after taking a drink.
Luffy is pretty sure that his stories are making less sense the longer he tries to keep himself focused on the details and not on the cup of coffee, yet Law still intently listens. His gaze falls into Luffy and smiles a little before he once again takes a glance on his cup of coffee, taking a sip on it, and then meeting Luffy’s eyes once again.
The process repeats as they go through the stories—look at Luffy, smile a little, glance at the cup of coffee, take a sip, take a sip, and then take another sip. Luffy has seen this sight countless times and he doesn’t think that he will ever get used to it.
Because every single time, Luffy thinks, he badly wants to be that cup of coffee.
viii. i love the way your hoodies smell; i feel addicted to the sense of comfort that wearing your hoodies always provide.
Luffy is eating his brunch on the porch when a thought suddenly crosses his mind. It’s been two months since they’ve been on the same tropical island and he isn’t sure if it’s something that he needs to thank the deities for or not. After all, he told himself that he’d be asking Law the question when they finally arrive on the next island, but now they’re stuck here because neither he nor Law are bringing up the topic of where should they go next after this.
And yet, if only he’d be perfectly honest to himself, then he’d acknowledge the fact that he has long since stopped trying to think about the next island to go to when they’re starting to have a comfortable life right here. Will it really be so bad? Luffy starts to wonder; will it really be so bad to stop thinking about the next island anymore and continue living their peaceful days like this?
“Have you seen my black hoodie, Luffy-ya?”
Law’s voice from inside the bedroom easily breaks his train of thoughts. The lad grabs another sandwich before he takes a glance at the hoodie that he’s wearing and mutters a small ‘Oopsie’ when he realizes that he’s wearing the black one today. Luffy has taken a liking to wearing Law’s clothes for the past few months already, but this one has become his go-to hoodie only because it is Law’s personal favorite.
After all, Luffy has always found comfort in his ally’s hoodies. Luffy has found comfort in the way these hoodies make him drown in the feeling of coziness, in the way it provides him with the safe space that he sometimes need when his thoughts become a little too overwhelming, and in the way the smell of the hoodies always stick to his skin whenever he wears any of them.
Because it always reminds him of Law. The smell always reminds him of all the nights when he sneaked inside his ally’s bedroom, because nights can be quite haunting for those who carry a huge sin. The smell always reminds him of how his ally never fails to leave a room under the covers, of how he always welcomes Luffy and lets the Pirate King tuck himself into the curve of Law’s body, sheltering himself from the ghosts of his past and all the grim feelings that it brings.
And when Luffy starts getting lost in the tornado of thoughts about the two of them parting ways, Law’s hoodie never fails to remind Luffy that right now, right at this moment, Law still chooses to stay.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Luffy shouts out as an answer despite knowing how easily Law can see through his lies. It doesn’t take the Emperor more than three seconds to finally appear on the entryway of the porch. The Pirate King refuses to take a look at the Emperor lest Law finds more hidden thoughts than he already can at the moment.
Law is silent for a few more seconds, and Luffy is already expecting the litany that Law will give him for wearing his hoodie again. Yet, the Emperor only elicits a chuckle before he mutters a question that Luffy has only ever dreamed about for the longest time.
“Do you want to buy a house together?”
Luffy almost feels dizzy at the sudden shift that he makes to turn his gaze towards Law in less than a millisecond. The lad feels grateful that he has already finished all his sandwiches and glass of juice before he hears that question, because he doesn’t think that today is the right time to die from choking on food. Luffy stares at Law for a few more seconds, trying to see through any lies and hints of teasing hidden behind those golden eyes.
Yet, Law is staring at him the same way that he did back when he told Luffy that he hadn’t been to a sky island yet, the same way that he did back when they were dancing together, and the same way that he always does whenever he would glance at his coffee and then back to the Pirate King like there’s something about that cup of coffee that he’s starting to correlate with Luffy.
Law is staring at him with so much transparency, a look that is only reserved for quiet nights when sleep refuses to claim the two of them until the daybreak finally comes. Once again, Luffy remembers to listen not to the words that leave Law’s mouth, but to all the words that don’t.
Because behind that one simple question is a wish, a prayer, and a small promise to always stay together.
So, Luffy jumps up from his seat only so he can pull the Emperor into a tight embrace, burying his face on the crook of Law’s neck lest his partner sees the embarrassing tint of red which he’s pretty sure is now tainting his cheeks.
“Oui, Mon Trésor.”
ix. i want to spend all the next five minutes with you until another daylight comes.
Mornings on a sky island feels entirely different than when they were on land.
After all, Luffy no longer thinks about whether or not Law minds having their legs tangled with each other under the covers; he no longer tries to decipher whether Law minds Luffy closing the distance between them two; he no longer tries to guess whether Law minds being trapped in his tight embrace; and Luffy no longer has to think about another adventure, another reason, or another island to explore in hopes that Law will once again choose to stay.
Now, Luffy is free to trail kisses from the center of the tattoo on Law’s chest, to the dip of his collarbones, to the column of his throat, to the line of his jaw, until he reaches the corner of Law’s lips—all of these done as soon as he wakes up due to the sunlight peeking at them through their windows.
Now, Luffy is free to watch Law as he slowly opens his eyes until he meets Luffy’s gaze, those eyes seemingly sparkling as that golden hue reflects the rays of light. Luffy wonders if he will ever get used to it; if there will ever come a time when Law will stare at him and he won’t feel like drowning in it. Law then opts to close his eyes for a moment as he leans in, nuzzling their noses together before he places a soft peck on Luffy’s lips.
The lad immediately snakes his hand towards the back of Law’s neck, an obvious attempt at trying to prolong the kiss and trying to tease Law with his morning habits. After all, the Emperor doesn’t like long kisses when the two of them haven’t even brushed their teeth yet, but Law always lets Luffy prolong the kiss just a little bit more before he finally pulls away and places a soft peck on Luffy’s temple.
“We should get up,” Law says in that same groggy voice that Luffy has heard countless times early in the morning. Luffy only chuckles as he pulls the blankets up and traps the both of them under the covers, burying his face against the crook of Law’s neck as he shakes his head to dissent the suggestion from the Emperor.
“Five more minutes,” Luffy says before he starts running his hand on Law’s back, drawing circles and random objects with the tips of his fingers knowing how this particular gesture never fails to make Law feel more relaxed. “Fine, you doofus,” Law says softly, and Luffy can’t help but chuckle because he knows that he has already won this teeny little argument—because Law always lets him win in the morning.
There are a lot of things that they probably should say, but they never will. It’s fine, Luffy thinks, because he has already mastered the language that is one Trafalgar Law. The Emperor doesn’t need to say anything else for him to know, because there’s this certain form of fondness, bareness, and warmth that is only ever present whenever Luffy is around.
Luffy no longer needs to ask any questions because he has long since known; he has already found the answers to all of his doubts the moment Law has asked him to settle down on this sky island whose destination is only privy to the goddess of the wind. Luffy already knows because Law always tries to show, always tries to express the feelings that words can never tell, always tries to convey all these emotions that only keep on growing every single day.
Step by step, little by little, bit by bit; but Luffy no longer has to count the distance between the two of them when it has long since been vanquished. He no longer has to keep track of their progress when there’s already skin touching skin, waist touching waist, chest touching chest. Luffy would have probably thought that all of this is just a dream, if not for the wild beating strong out of Law’s chest which never fails to remind Luffy just how real and genuine this moment is.
“Good morning, Mon Trésor.”
Luffy starts out their next routine with just a simple greeting. Law smiles, he always does, and Luffy immediately sees the reflection of these feelings barely even hidden. Luffy has always sucked at lying, but now he realizes that Law is just as bad at lying and hiding all secrets of his own.
“To you as well, Mon Roi.”
Luffy can’t help but chuckle as he hears that simple reply. It’s a name that Law has taken a liking to calling him— ‘My King’ —Luffy finally learns the meaning the night before they finally move into this house, the night before they move into the place where Luffy will always wake up and ask for just five minutes more to stay right where they are.
And Luffy knows that he will choose to spend all sets of five minutes until the very second that he finally breathes his last right under this roof; in the place where Luffy can freely brew Law’s cup of coffee while Law cooks their set of breakfast every morning.
This, Luffy thinks, is probably the manifestation of all that a Pirate King can obtain in this world. After all—
x. i finally found what i have long since been looking for.
In Law, Luffy finally finds the embodiment of all of his dreams.