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The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition Punk Hazard (part 3)

Let the tale continue~

We'll start on a whimsical note this time. Law says this right afterwards: "Your fate depends on my one heart" (it's usually translated as: Your fate lies in my hands, but it actually uses "kokoro", the term for heart). This is actually a very subtle callback to Whitebeard's words at Marineford:

"I'm just one man with one heart" and that ties to what he says later "if I can help one young pirate achieve his destiny, it will be enough for me". This is the same with Law, his firstmost priority is Luffy, the life he saved in Marineford, anyone beyond that will be put on second priority at best.

Law's again worrying and complaining, clearly distressed "Not this again!!" How is he supposed to keep Mugiwara-ya safe if Luffy just keeps doing whatever he feels like? Yep, Law, from now on this is your life, get used to it.

Funny how attached Law is already, worrying openly like that. If Luffy wouldn't mean anything to him yet, his reaction wouldn't be so emotional, only irritated instead. It's not like he had time to develop this deep attachment already, yet he has it. He must have carried it in his heart before Luffy even arrived at Punk Hazard. Love is a hurricane after all, One Piece tells us.

Law (thinking): Now that I threw away all of my original plan and discarded my own safety for saving this idiot next to me, I'm pretty fucked, ain't I. No shit Sherlock.

Luffy (thinking): I will show you how cool I am too, Torao!

All things considered, it was really not beneficial at all for Law to end his deal with Caesar without first getting back his heart. And yet he did that and people still doubt Law has a good heart or that he likes Luffy.

Law (thinking): Who allowed you to call me this way? I didn't give you permission!

Funny, you didn't complain when *Luffy* called you like that. Is he the only one allowed to call you using that nickname now? Awww.

Law (thinking): Actually, I know what's gonna happen. I'm gonna cut shit in half and everything will explode.

Luffy (thinking): You're so badass, Torao! I like that!

Because of course Luffy would think that, he loves creating havoc himself (and he does say few moments ago "let's raise some hell!" so why wouldn't he be pleased that Law is gonna do the same). And Law even prepared for them a way to get out of there, so Luffy doesn't have to worry about his friends being in danger. They're pretty terrifying together.

Someone's showing off in front of Law, lol. It's like Luffy is telling him "look at me, look at me!"

Luffy: Law asked me to do it so I'm doing it. Something nice will happen if I do it, and that thing will be Law being happy!

Try to prove to me this isn't the "neat thing" Luffy is actually having in mind, I dare you. Though I guess the "chaos" part he was promised is also a neat bonus.

Luffy listening to someone's directions and actually trying to follow a plan is such a rare occurrence as well. He would do anything and everything for Torao!

Caesar: Law will betray you too!

Luffy: Hey, how dare you badmouth Torao!!

Protecting him, huh. Luffy mostly reacts like that when someone says something bad about his crew, doesn't he?

Luffy's concerned face here, like he's worrying that Torao is taking too much trouble on himself, especially since he's without the crew at the moment. It's just so sweet really. Finally, it's Luffy who is worrying for Law, not the other way around.

Luffy: This is for squeezing and punching Torao's heart!

What do you mean this wasn't the main reason?!

Luffy (thinking): Torao promised to raise some hell, I guess he delivered!

He doesn't really look too concerned about it. More like kinda impressed or even "that was expected" lol. Probably thinking something like "I'm no longer the only one who causes havoc", he will call out Torao on that in Dressrosa.

Law: *screams Mugiwara-ya the very first moment he spots him, as loud as he can* - because he already has a feeling Luffy screwed up. They didn't spend so much time together yet but he *already knows* haha.

Luffy *unaware*: I missed you too!

Complete misunderstanding here lol.

Law: *looks at the hole where the door once was before even Luffy points to it* I have a bad feeling about this.

Luffy: Yep, I punched him so hard he flew out of there. Aren't you proud?

Law: Wha? No! How could you, I knew you would do it, but god damn it. I was right to be worried!

Slight manipulation and yet it changes nothing haha. I like how Luffy switched from "I will do anything you tell me to do" to "actually, I decided I will instead care more for your wellbeing, and I will do it by punching the right people!". Law doesn't take it well that the roles got reversed (he doesn't want Luffy to worry for him) and is only more worried as a result, which deeply disappoints Luffy, I guess. He's not gonna change his mind though and it will continue through Dressrosa, he will no longer want approval from Law, he will also not wait or ask Law first if he's not gonna regret.

Luffy always makes sure no one regrets anything, but will not decide by himself what they should do, for example, he waited for Nami to ask for help first. With others he asked them first too before doing something for them. Even with Vivi who wanted to selfsacrifice herself to stop Alabasta's rebellion he first actually talked with her before doing his thing. Extremely unusual for Luffy that he decided it's better not to follow Law's plan directly anymore without confronting him about it first. Why is Law such a special case?

Law *worried sick*: We need to leave now! How am I supposed to protect you otherwise?!

Luffy *also worried sick but stubborn*: Not without my crew!!!

This is the moment in which Law shows that he doesn't exactly believe in perfect happy endings (no wonder considering his past experiences). Despite that he seems to understand, give up and not protest his fate anymore.

Pretty much the vibe he gives after Luffy's flatout refusal lol. It is pretty interesting that he just decided this would be a fine result.

Luffy: Yay, adventure!

Law: It somehow worked out... not letting the guard down.

The contrast is too funny. He keeps guard because Luffy does not and he knows his duty in this alliance which is to worry a lot.

"Can anyone here create wind?" asking casually. He incquired so far about two specific abilities that Strawhats ended up having. It's almost like he knows about that before asking. Did he memorize information about them and their wanted posters? I don't want to say he's secretly like Bartolomeo, but...

Luffy: Yay, more people to punch for Law!!

Law: Yeah, do that.

Finally on same page :D Luffy really took his task of protecting Law seriously, didn't he! Law's trust here really speaks volumes.

Luffy: Stop doing these cool things, now it's my turn!

Amazing how Luffy noticed immediately Law is trying to do something, always paying so much attention to him.

Law: *impressed but doesn't want to admit it*

Luffy: I know you're impressed finally shishishi.

So adorable.

Luffy: Torao? Nah, he wouldn't.

His trust in Law has no limits, right?

Law: Look, I don't wanna say it because your crew made a lot of preparations, but we can't stay here.

Luffy *visibly torn*: But!

It's like Luffy wants to do what Law says, but at the same time he doesn't. Rare emotion in Luffy, he's always so confident.

That shy touch gesture from Law always gets me right in the feels, especially now that I'm aware how much effort it probably took him. Allowing himself to actually show affection which he denied himself constantly. He must want it so, so badly. Luffy is of course clueless of all of that.

Luffy: I want to have a feast with you too Torao, after all!

Law: This can't be happening!!

Law's journey of worrying for Luffy never ends. And yet he doesn't do another attempt at stopping the feast.

Law (thinking): You think I can make him do anything?? He just punched Caesar, almost destroying my plan, but somehow it worked out in the end. And just a moment ago he refused when I told him we need to leave immediately.

And despite that, Law is smiling there. After all he didn't do all of it to manipulate Luffy or use him for anything, but to protect him and as his first priority. He practically gave up on kidnapping Caesar there when Luffy waited for his crew!

Trying to hide his smile while thinking about what? Ah yes, Luffy and his antics. Can't help himself huh. He actually adores that brat, doesn't he.

Luffy: Torao, did you have fun?! I did!!

Law: *actually smiles*

Law, can I remind you, Luffy almost destroyed all your plans, punched Caesar, made you worry for the whole arc ever since he showed up, and at the end of it you just smile to yourself. You're hopeless! Actually no, they're both hopeless.

Next part will be the transition between Punk Hazard and Dressrosa because oh boy there is a loooot of Law-Luffy love there.

both of them about to die here separeted from the other passangers isolated from the world..... i'm with you the whole distance.... all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret

Brasil 2 × 1 Argentina

Absolutamente Cinema

"kill them with kindness" WRONG. chair attack 🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

omg he said the thing!1!! (professor meteu um pré conceitos)

I am very insane about this pic so I'm gonna try to "break it down" (more like give my take on what's going on here apart from noa serving 85 kilograms worth of cunt) So yeah, more under cut.

God there's so MUCH going on here. Where do I start.

My take is that this pic may take place in the parisienne slums, where Noa was born. It would explain the graffiti, the broken pavement and the fact that noa is at the centre of the pic. The fact that he's sitting on a glass chair is making me froth. The pose. That's the pose of someone who stands on business.

Y'all know where else we saw glass associated to a character? Exactly. Kaiser's glass ego. Although I think Noa's glass chair represents something else. To me it's linked to Noa's status as the numer one striker. He sits on the throne but the throne is made out of glass. So one day he will inevitably lose his spot (and look who stands right behind him). Noa seems to know about it though, like look at his confident pose. He knows and he is Fine with it. He also lowkey looks ready to fight.

Yeah right behind him stands Ego motherfucking Jinpachi in all his slenderman-esque figure.

Ego: sit back down

Noa: I'm sat.

Before that I also want to talk about chris prince's tits sporty look. He is a vibe. Also I love how snuffy is designed after an eagle lmao the eyes, the hair color, the fact his headband covers his brows to give his eyes the peculiar cut prey birds have. Peak design. Love it. I also adore how Lavi looks like the Uncle who gets too drunk at your wedding and breaks havoc lmfao. His purple-looking eyes are so cool and his colorful hair as well, altho it's toned down.

Also. Loki. Loki is the youngest of them all, and he stands a bit more afar from them. He also looks so composed? Like he's new to the game, he's still not relaxed/confident enough to strike a more casual pose like the other coaches. I love this detail.

Back to Ego Jinpachi. I'm. [wolf tearing his shirt apart meme] LISTEN!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! The fact he is RIGHT BEHIND NOA. The fact he is the ONLY ONE not looking at the camera because he is not part of that world anymore. He doesn't play football anymore yet he's never given up on his sick sick dream. His jacket being a striking (lol) blue... ugh I love it. It's the only colorful note in the spread and it sits on the centre as well + they dulled everyone's colors for it to result more vibrant. Also not to be a yaoi lover but the black-white hair combination hits again ig.

Also. Also thinking about his volume cover. The four chains forcing him to sit on his chair. Makes me wonder how Ego may had been forced to leave football. There's still so much we don't know and UGH I need NEED to know what happened. Because now he's got horrible eating habits and is probably living driven by spite alone.

Anyway. I want to hear others' analysis on this!!!!!

“I am the head, and you are the legs of the spider. Natural law dictates that the legs blindly follow the head. However this simply represents a chain of command. It doesn’t apply to my life of death. If I happen to die, one of you can replace me. And there may come a time when a leg has more importance than the head. Make the right call. My orders are top priority. However, I am not your top priority. Our goal is not to keep an individual alive, but the spider.”

So, I finally watched the fnaf movie 🗿🚬

"wheel to wheel, neck to neck" the lestappen commentary continues

PERCY JACKSON FANS HEAR ME OUT!

It’s season 3 of the PJO show AKA The Titans Curse. Percy (Walker) is sitting in front of Aphordite Goddess of Love and Beauty who just so happens to look like an older version of his best friend Annabeth (Leah) totally unrelated we’re sure.

Then he blinks and the beautiful woman in front of him changes….now she has brown hair and blue eyes she smiles, its Alexandria Daddario movie Annabeth. Just a split second cameo and then she’s gone.

Now a different woman is sitting in front of Percy, a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes Kristen Stokes Lightning Thief Musical Annabeth. She shifts and changes again.

The final and last woman we see before Percy has curly blonde hair, tanned skin, and stormy grey eyes it’s book Annabeth.

Percy doesn’t realise it but we do. The Goddess of love shows him every version of the girl he loves from every universe he loves her in. It’s beautiful, it’s cinema, it needs to happen.

Okay, here’s a prompt: I know everyone wants to see Tommy’s helicopter crash and Buck go save him (I do too obvs), buuuuut what about Buck gets into a dangerous situation on a call and Tommy has to save him 👀

first, I didn't see the "on a call" so oops, but here you go! trigger warning: mass shooting, blood, reference to child abuse.

He couldn't stop staring at the blood that covered his hands as he waited in the hospital lobby. It had long dried, some of it flaking away when he'd curl hands into fists. Most of it stayed though. A harsh reminder of how their perfect day turned into a horror show in the blink of an eye.

His legs shook with anxiety. He was usually so calm and collected. Even in the worst situations he could hold himself together. He wasn't one to panic.

But he was panicking now.

“Tommy,” Eddie's voice was gentle as he sat down beside him, “you need to go wash that off.”

Tommy tore his red, wet eyes away from his hands to look over at Eddie. “I can't.” His own voice shaky. “I can't leave here. I have to... I need to wait on the doctor.”

“You're not going to miss the doctor. I promise I will get you if she comes out while you're in the bathroom.”

Tommy shook his head, his gaze returning to the blood. “No.”

Eddie sighed. He didn't want to push the issue, but there was a fairly extreme amount of blood still on the man, and there were certain people who didn't need to see it. “Tommy, Maddie and Chim are about to get here, and they...” his voice trailed off as a tear dropped down from Tommy's face and onto his shirt. “I'll, uh, I'm gonna go get some wet towels from a nurse,” he offered instead. “You can clean up here.”

It had been such a good day. They'd woken up early together, still wrapped in each others arms from the night before. Buck had heard about an art show that was happening at the nearby convention center so that's where they headed after breakfast.

They were supposed to go to lunch afterward, head home for a while, then to Bobby's that night for dinner.

Tommy would have been fine with toast or a frozen waffle for breakfast, but Buck had insisted on making him something special.

“I think I've perfected omelettes,” he said excitedly as he hurried out of bed.

“You've been making perfect omelettes for a while now, Babe,” Tommy informed him.

Buck shook his head. “No, these are on another level. I'm sure of it.”

He wasn't wrong.

It was the best damn omelette Tommy's ever had.

Unfortunately, it had all come back up after he arrived at the hospital. Now, he wasn't sure if he could ever look at eggs again.

While Tommy was more of an art buff than Buck ever claimed to be, he had done a lot of research on the artists that would have their work displayed at the show. Buck had led them into the convention center hand in hand, a wide smile on his face.

Tommy may have loved looking at art, but he enjoyed looking at Buck even more.

They took turns talking about each piece. Buck would tell Tommy about the artist, Tommy would tell Buck about the art.

There were certain pieces that would grab Buck's attention more than others. They were usually colorful, abstract paintings. He'd tilt his head, think about it for a second before telling Tommy how it made him feel.

There was one certain painting, a slew of colors and chaos in the background with two figures in the forefront. One was a deep shade of blue, holding on tight to a red figure. Their bodies seemed to almost melt together in the center.

“What are you thinking?” Tommy asked, wrapping an arm around Buck's waist.

“It's me and you. You're blue, I'm red.” Buck made no effort to look away from the painting.

“Oh yeah?” A smile rose on Tommy's face. “How so?”

“Our, uh, our lives can be a little crazy sometimes, but you... you keep me steady.”

Tommy stared at Buck briefly before placing two fingers up underneath his chin. Buck turned to him and Tommy pressed their lips together gently.

“That's the most-”

His words were cut off by a loud bang. Followed by multiple bangs going off one after another.

Gun shots.

It happened so fast. People were screaming, crying, running all around.

The man with the gun was brought down quickly. There were security guards nearby who didn't hesitate to respond.

But all Tommy felt was something wet on his hands, up his arms, splattered on his shirt. All he saw was Buck dropping to the ground beside him with a loud thud.

Eyes wide, it felt like his heart was pounding but his breathing stopped at the same time.

He fell to his knees beside Buck as soon as reality hit.

“Ev- Evan. Evan!” He put his hands to Buck's face, tapping his cheek.

Buck's eyes fluttered open, but he didn't do much else.

Tommy searched over him, tearing his shirt to find the bullet wound.

No. Bullet wounds.

“Evan, I need you to keep your eyes open,” Tommy said, trying and failing to hide the panic in his voice. He pressed down on the wounds, one near his lung, the other over his abdomen.

“Evan, babe, can you keep them open for me?”

Buck's eyes opened again. He reached up to grab at Tommy's shirt, but he was too weak. His arm flopped back down fairly quickly. It looked like he was trying to speak, his lips moving without any words coming out.

“It's okay, Evan, you'll be okay. Someone call 911!” he yelled. He knew other people had been hurt, killed even. He knew there was most likely multiple people on the phone with 911, but it wasn't enough. He needed them there now.

There was so much blood. No matter how much he pressed, with every labored breath Buck let out, more blood poured between Tommy's fingers.

He kept his focus on Buck's eyes. “Stay with me, hon. That's it! Stay with me. I've got you, Evan.”

The paramedics arrived just as Buck's eyes closed, his body going limp.

*****

Tommy didn't remember calling Eddie. Or maybe it was Bobby? He'd look at his phone later to check. Didn't seem to matter right now. But most of the 118 was in the waiting room, scattered all around with their own worried faces and anxious ticks.

He must've asked Bobby to please leave him alone at some point, because he was sitting a few chairs away, and Tommy could feel his eyes on him every couple of minutes.

The feeling of a warm towel being placed over his hands brought him out of his trance. He hadn't even noticed Eddie crouching down in front of him.

“Want me to do it for you?” Eddie asked. He was talking to Tommy like he was a child. In any other circumstance, Tommy might have laughed about it, but there was no laughing happening right now.

Instead Tommy nodded. He wasn't sure he could do it himself. Not without breaking down in front of everyone.

Eddie began working on his right hand, the blood slowly transferring from his hand to the towel. He watched as it changed the towel from white to pink. He worked his way up his arm, just below the elbow. Tommy wasn't even sure how that much blood made it that far up his arms. The thought of it made his heart ache even more than it already was.

Once the right arm was done, Eddie picked up a second towel and started on his left hand.

Tommy tightened his hand when Eddie began to pull at the wedding band around his finger.

“Just need to get underneath it,” Eddie explained. “I'll put it right back.”

Tommy relaxed again and Eddie resumed cleaning him up.

He'd just finished when Maddie walked through the doors. In his peripheral Tommy could see Bobby getting up, could hear Howie's voice, Maddie's sniffles.

Eddie got up with the towels, walking out of view as quickly as he could.

Tommy could feel someone walking up behind him. He knew who it would be.

He couldn't even manage to get up. His legs felt like jelly.

There was a hand on his shoulder, then Maddie came into view.

Their eyes met. Maddie's were dark, filled with tears. Her lip trembled.

He was sure he didn't look much different.

She didn't speak, didn't ask questions. Just bent down and wrapped him up.

He held her as tightly as he could, letting himself sob into her shoulder. He didn't even know he could make the sounds that were coming out of him. Each one a deep, desperate plea for this all to be some horrible nightmare. He hadn't hyperventilated since he was fourteen, after his dad found out he'd been tearing out posters of all the boys from a teen magazine. Tommy had tried to convince him, unsuccessfully, that he was deciding on a new hairstyle and didn't know which one to choose. He felt the sting from his dad's belt on his back for nearly a week.

Maddie cried with him, yet somehow managed to soothe him at the same time. She ran a hand up and down his back, telling him it was okay over and over through her own hiccuped cries.

It took a few minutes, but Tommy managed to calm down. Maddie took a seat beside him, keeping a tight hold on his hand until the moment Buck's surgeon entered the waiting room.

Everyone was up and surrounding him within seconds. Tommy felt like he was about to throw up again, but he kept himself together.

“He's being moved to recovery now,” she said, and Tommy felt like he took his first real breath since Buck fell to the floor nearly six hours ago. She continued talking, going over exactly where the bullets hit and how much damage was done, but Tommy would have to ask about that later because he didn't hear anything else past Buck being in recovery.

Maddie squeezing his shoulder brought him back to the present. “Can we see him?” she asked.

“It'll take a few minutes to get him transferred, and he will probably be out for the night, but I'll have a nurse come get you as soon as he's in his room.”

*****

It took a couple of days for Buck to wake up enough to have a real conversation. Tommy was in the middle of making up the extra bed a nurse had managed to bring in for him when Buck asked where his wedding ring was at.

Tommy dug through the bag he'd been handed after Buck's surgery. He ignored the bloody clothes and went straight for the ring at the bottom.

He held it up as he headed back over to Buck, sitting beside him on the bed.

“Put it on for me?” Buck asked, holding out his hand.

Tommy did, gently gliding it over his finger until it was back right where it belonged. Tommy brought Buck's hand up to his mouth, softly kissing over the ring.

“Perfect,” Buck said, a content smile on his own face.

Tommy sighed. He rested Buck's hand between his own. “You were wrong the other day, you know.”

Buck's eyebrows furrowed. “When?”

“At the art show, you remember that one painting?”

“The one I was looking at when-”

“Mhm.”

“I remember.”

“You said I was the blue one, and you were red. That I kept you steady.”

Buck nodded, unsure where Tommy was going with this.

Tommy kept his eyes on their intertwined hands. “It's the other way around,” he admitted.

He was met with silence, but after a moment Buck lifted his hand and pressed two fingers under Tommy's chin, lifting his head so their eyes met. “Come here,” he said, unable to raise himself up.

Tommy leaned forward until their lips met in a chaste kiss. Once they parted, Tommy kept his forehead pressed against Buck's.

“I love you, Mr. Buckley-Kinard,” Buck whispered in the space between them.

Tommy closed his eyes, letting the words soak in before whispering back, “I love you more, Mr. Buckley-Kinard.”