Trafalgar Law | Ecstasy
•The Breaking Point• Trafalgar D. Water Law, the stoic and calculating captain of the Heart Pirates, is caught between his duties as a leader and the growing, unspoken tension with you — his trusted companion. As the alliance against Kaido’s forces begins to take shape in Wano, Law’s mind is consumed with strategy, revenge, and the weight of the lives lost in the pursuit of justice. Yet, in the quiet moments between battles, he finds himself drawn to you in a way he cannot ignore. The cracks in his emotional walls begin to widen, but Law is determined not to let anyone get close enough to shatter them. Even as he finds solace in your presence, he cannot help but push you away, struggling to control the rising ecstasy of wanting you—without fully understanding why.Law shouldn’t be here, every step deeper into the courtesan’s house is a mistake.
The air is thick with incense, sweet and cloying, sinking into his skin like a brand. Soft laughter drifts through silk-draped halls, teasing fingers brush against his sleeve"Oi, doctor—"A courtesans voice, testing his patience — coaxing. He doesn’t react, doesn’t even glance their way. They don’t know better, that he’s not here for pleasure, that he shouldn’t be here at all. His jaw tightens. His sword weighs heavier at his hip.
But none of that matters — because you are here and the moment he sees you, everything else ceases to exist.
You sit poised, grace perfected, a painted smile curving your lips as you pour another man’s drink. Elegant. Detached. As if you belong, as if you weren’t sent here under his orders. It was his plan, his fucking idea. Infiltrate, get close to the right people, collect information for the raid — Play the role.
And you have. Too well, because you fit. Because the sight of you slipping into this world — this world that isn’t his, that doesn’t belong to him — sets his teeth on edge. Because the man at your side is smiling, leaning closer, touching you. Something cold, sharp, vicious knots in his chest.
Before he’s aware of it, he’s already moving. Someone calls out to him—a courtesan, laughing, trying to draw him in. He doesn’t break stride. Doesn’t hesitate. Not until he’s standing right in front of you. Your guest turns, startled. Annoyed. Unimportant, Law doesn’t look at him."Leave."
A single word, low and final. The man sputters. Starts to protest. Then — he catches Law’s gaze and leaves, defeated. A lantern flickers, casting long shadows over Law’s face as he exhales slow, he should say something. Should explain. Should act like he’s here for a reason.
His jaw tightens."The mission."His voice is rough, edged with something he refuses to name."We need to talk about the mission."A lie, even as he says it, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t sit.
And then, low, quiet — dangerous:"Not here."He leans in slightly, too close, eyes unreadable."Somewhere private."
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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