#poor Tyrael he wants to have fun too

[fluff-and-such]

BOO! (for Izual?)

    It started with Tyrael, as most of Izual’s issues typically did. His Archangel was going on about this-that-and-the-other, and Izual nodded along, listening best he could whilst trying to get his paperwork done. Fortunately, he’d become quite good at multitasking when it came to Tyrael. 

    As the aspect of justice, Tyrael frequently became upset by that which he perceived as unfair, or things that he could do nothing about. 

    “I have spoken to him many times about this! But he refuses to stop, even when given punishment details.” Tyrael crossed his arms, wings twitching fitfully. 

    “When have punishments ever deterred your brother?” Izual offered, signing off on a page and starting the next. He thought he heard Tyrael snicker, but when he looked up the angel was glowering crossly. Hm. Odd. 

    “It’s not just him though. He’s recruited Balzael to his side, and the two of them are a terror! A menace!” Tyraelwas gesturing broadly to try and convey his upset. “I can scarcely get anything done with them trying to startle me at every turn. I can’t even enter my chambers anymore without first checking for one of them.”

    “So long as Hadriel is not working with them, you should be safe.” Focussing on the words was getting difficult with Tyrael’s resonance so frazzled. 

    Izual knew that part of the problem was that Tyrael would rather be chasing his sibling about in this odd game of hide-and-scare. He knew how little Tyrael cared for being stuck in an office working, and how much of a siren call this was for him. This was part why they worked so well together - Tyrael could always be relied upon to dive into things, and Izual would cover the paperwork and organize the troops behind him. 

    Inarius and Balzael were taunting him. How unfair. 

    “Perhaps you could interest them in another target?” Izual didn’t regret the words the moment they were out of his mouth. But later, after Tyrael had finished his rant and been on his way, he got the distinct sense that he had just invited more trouble upon himself than he needed.

~~~~~

    It wasn’t so much that he had forgotten about Tyrael’s rant, and more that he simply hadn’t given it much thought. Inarius-and-Balzael getting up to shit was not exactly a new occurrence. 

    Out of their little group, they were the most prone to getting stir-crazy. Izual could easily deal with the times between battles, as they allowed him to catch up on things. He suspected Hadriel actually enjoyed being cooped up, for they more often than not had to drag him into socializing. 

    Firmly in the middle was Tyrael, a satellite caught between fits of rambunctiousness, and stoic adherence to his position as Archangel. 

    Tyrael had complained long and at length about his brother so many times that Izual had at no point bothered to count. Balzael was almost equally so, although Tyrael was less likely to be as hostile about their mutual friend as he was Inarius. Izual was used to the complaints, and used to their being tension between those three. 

    He had assumed, quite wrongly, that it was just another rant, and not a warning of things to come. 

    “Hey there pal!” Smack.

    “Son of a-!” 

    Izual nearly decked Inarius when the other appeared abruptly behind him and clapped him on the sides. The other angel skittered back when he lunged, and then he was charging after him, cursing and shouting the whole way. 

    While he (most admirably) managed not to assault the advisor, he did chase him all the way out of the Courts. Inarius cackled the whole way, and Izual decided that he was simply too joyous to really do anything about. It was nice, sometimes, seeing the increasingly-frustrated-and-disinterested-Inarius so lively. 

    He’d put it out of his head as simply another attempt to rile him. Inarius was awfully good at riling after all, and it was a skill he applied liberally wherever he saw fit. 

    Keeping the advisor at bay was simple enough, so Izual didn’t worry too much about it. 

    Then it was Balzael, startling him while he was in the middle of cleaning Azurewrath, and with a shout Izual had swung the blade in a wide arc at his friend. The other dove out of the way with a yelp and a, neatly missing having his wing shorn off. 

    “You stupid prick, I could’ve swept that head from its idiot shoulders.” Izual grumbled. Balzel laughed breezily, hands going to his hips and wings flicking in a challenge. 

    “Ah, but you were so open my dear!” The other angel declared. “I simply had to take such a  ripe opportunity…”

    “Yes well, then you’ll have to indulge me on this opportunity to kick your ass.” Izual grabbed him by the neck armor, and started for the training grounds. With a squawk, Balzael was tugged along. There was no animosity between them though, and their sparring was light-hearted.

    Odd behavior from his friend, but not malicious. Izual decided not to worry about it. 

    A week later, when he was trying to rest in his personal quarters, Izual decided he probably should start worrying about it. 

    “How in the hell did you even get in here?” He demanded, pinning Inarius down. Balzael was frozen to the nearby wall, and grumbling while he melted himself free. 

    “I have been studying magic.” Inarius giggled. “Once you know how to teleport, getting in and out of things is pretty-” zoop and the angel vanished out from under him. “-simple. “ 

    Izual grunted as he fell a short distance, and stood to find Inarius aiding Balzael with the ice-predicament. Crossing his arms, the angel shook his head. 

    “I would apologize, but you are the ones who startled me awake.” He sourly commented. “What do you two have to say for yourselves?” 

    They both favored him with innocently-sunny looks. Inarius pulled Balzael free, and they both stood before him like the unruly children they were. Arms behind their backs, wings cast down in the perfect mockery of submission. 

    “Aww, we’re sorry lieutenant.” Balzael cooed, wings wiggling suggestively. “It won't happen again! Please don’t punish us…” 

    “We promise to be good.” There was nothing goodly about the way Inarius stared at him. Izual just shook his head, and settled his wings from theway they were starting to poof up. Stupid bastards.

    “Why are you even- you know what, I don’t want to know. Go on, get out of here.” He pointed towards the door. “And don’t come back. Seriously, stay out of my room.” 

    To his vague surprise they floated easily out, although Inarius was smiling wickedly at him the whole way. The door shut on them, and Izual was very sure they would not be obeying his command to stay out. 

    He supposed it wasn’t so bad. Annoying, but not bad.

~~~~~

    Outside of the lieutenant’s quarters, Inarius looked at Balzael. Balzael looked at Inarius. They shared conspiratorial grins. 

    It wasn’t that Tyrael had directed them to harass their grumpy friend. But of course, when they had heard how much he was complaining, they’d had to back down (much fun as pranking the Archangel of Justice was.) It had been unfair to taunt him when he was busy. 

    Finding a new target had been Izual’s idea after all. And he was a most entertaining target.

[dracoqueen22]

For Maia - A smutty Celeste/Rathi Tethers piece involving them having fun with magic in the bedroom... or maybe outside it. A surreptitious magehand teasing during dinner perhaps?

Under the Table 

Celeste squirms, steals a glance at Rathi, then pretends full interest in the meal set before her. It’s a decent meal, edible and filling, though lacking in flavor. It’s the best this small village has to offer, and anyway, Rathi isn’t too picky. 

Tyrael has complained at length and refused to eat everything save for the freshest bits of bread they were brought. He’ll be hungry later, and Rathi won’t hesitate to tell him ‘I told you so’ but anyway. Tyrael’s fussiness isn’t what has Rathi’s eyes. 

Celeste does. 

She’s squirming, a bit red-cheeked everytime she glances at Rathi from across the table, and her gaze skittering away again. If she’s trying to hide the new aspect of their relationship from the rest of the group, she’s doing a poor job of it, and Rathi can’t help being charmed by her timidity.

It kinds of makes her want to be a little naughty. 

You have a cantrip useful for this, my dear, Firenya whispers in her ear, smoky voice sending a little thrill down Rathi’s spine. I taught it to you earlier today.

Oh. 

Rathi hides her smirk behind a long gulp of the warm ale. Tempest is being loud beside her, gesturing with both hands, flicking meat juice in all directions as she loudly regales the table with some adventure. Nym is rapt; Easton hides behind a book. 

Tyrael looks like he wants to escape. Dakota looks like he’s considering sneaking away from the table. 

Celeste looks at Rathi again, and Rathi winks. 

Celeste flushes and shoves another bite of roast carrot into her mouth, cheeks puffing up from her efforts. Adorable. 

Rathi shifts into a long stretch and lets her fingers dance through the air, murmuring the incantation behind Tempest’s boasting to hide the subtle cast. She feels her magic take shape -- as invisible as it is, and when she lowers her hand, the spectral hand follows her command. 

It floats across the table. It floats down beside Celeste, into the space created by Easton trying to make himself very small and Celeste trying to hide her attentions. It drifts beneath the table, and Rathi knows it has found its mark when Celeste squeaks and drops her spoon back into the bowl with a splash. 

Tyrael instantly bends his attention on her. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she says, picking up the spoon again, a bit too quickly to be believed. “Eat something, Tyrael. You’re no good for your quest if you pass out from hunger.” 

Tyrael sniffs. “I’ll eat once there’s something worth eating.” He seems mollified by her answer at least. 

Rathi grins and pretends to gnaw on her bread chunk while a tilt of her head sends the invisible hand back to work -- palm flat on Celeste’s belly before it strokes down, sweeping along the crook of her hips. 

Celeste looks at her, eyes blazing. She opens her mouth to speak, shuts it, opens it, shuts it again. It’s like she can’t make up her mind what to say that won’t give away the game. 

Rathi winks and the hand caresses upward, and she’s relieved it doesn’t visibly dimple the fabric of Celeste’s robe, meaning Rathi can grope one of those lovely breasts without anyone noticing. Celeste squeaks and covers it up with a cough, the tips of her ears darkening with heat. 

“The stew isn’t too spicy, is it?” Rathi asks with feigned concern. 

“No,” Celeste manages and downs her ale in several quick gulps. 

Rathi is kind enough to let her finish before she twists her fingers and lets her invisible hand start to wander again, downward this time, nudging between Celeste’s thighs -- which open for her, so Celeste must not be too opposed. She manages a few light strokes, teasing Celeste through the thick fabric of her robe. 

Celeste hunches into herself a little, one elbow hitting the table with a dull thud as she rakes her hand through her hair. “Why do they have a fire in the hearth? It’s warm enough in here already.” 

“Actually, I think it’s pretty chilly,” Tempest says. 

“No, it’s definitely hot,” Rathi says, her hair flickering to a brief burst of flame before settling again. She smiles, showing a bit of fang, and her spectral fingers press firm and wanting against Celeste’s center. 

Celeste drags her bottom lip between her teeth. She gives Rathi a pleading look, and Rathi isn’t sure if it’s meant to be encouragement or a request for mercy. 

Either way, the spell expires before Rathi can torment her further. Pity. 

Rathi takes the last swig of her ale and pushes her chair back. “Think I’m going to turn in,” she says with a feigned yawn, a stretch of her arm over her head. “Long day and all that.” 

“You should probably lay down, too,” Tyrael says, giving Celeste a look that somehow blends brotherly concern and leaderly command. “You look as though you're catching ill.” 

“I’ll help her,” Rathi says cheerfully. 

“Please do,” says Tyrael. 

Oh, but to be as clueless as Tyrael. Sometimes, Rathi wonder how he’s survived so long. 

“You are evil,” Celeste whispers as they head upstairs, and Rathi’s glad she missed Tempest’s knowing wink. 

Rathi chuckles. “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.” 

***

[trafalgar-bleedingheart-law]

Long post - Character Development for my Law

Ok all. This post is mainly for the benefit of @pilawforhire is response to this post.

Some people will find themselves tagged in this post as you have been key people in Law’s development. You don’t have to read :) Not every important person is tagged. I have only used a few as examples.

@pilawforhire, before I answer your questions I feel like I should explain my own development. Law’s development is not my own doing. It has been influenced by the people Law has met in his travels. I don’t want to simply answer your questions ... I want to explain WHY I am answering them the way I am. For that you need to know my Law.

If there are any specific headcannons you want to ask about after then just come ask <3

When I first started RPing Law, I simply went by his official bio. Nothing special ... no real development. I didn’t realise at the time how much work I would need to put into Law. 

He may be a pirate but he is a doctor first: The first key person Law met was Anya played by @traflagardanya. Anya is a young, poor girl who was very sick. When interacting with Anya, I wasn’t able to simply brush her off with attitude like Law had been mostly doing before. There was a desperate need to help this person. It reminded me that despite the reputation he had been given ... Law was still a doctor. Law wanted to help and save this child. So he did. Anya joined his crew and became a part of his family. From this point I looked at Law more as a doctor than a pirate. With the exception of marines, he would help people he saw suffering if he could. Pirates would have to pay. Civilians he would help for free if they were brave enough to ask for help. 

Meeting Anya really made me think hard about Law and what made him how he was. Once we learnt of Law’s passed, I created a child muse for him. Law started as an angry child, hellbent on destroying everything. 

Small Law: I didn’t really have a Corazon to interact with when I first started child Law. So the people he met during this time are people he bumped in to while looking for Cora after getting lost on their travels. @pirate-jenny was the first person to show him real kindness. She offered him food ... specifically an apple. This was a meeting he always remembered. It taught him that people could be kind. Not everyone was cruel. Whenever they met, Law always thought of apples. @marco-fushicho was a very key person. When they met, Marco offered to help Law find the person he was looking for. It was Marco that also gave him the idea of a family. After losing his own, Law never considered having a family again. But Marco with his idea of a family (not having to actually be related) changed this. It was also Marco that started him trusting others. 

Then there was @tyraelnshryskull, the large ancient demon that inadvertently saved him from people chasing him. What was most important though was their second meeting after the loss of Cora. The first person he went back to was Tyrael and she became the first member of his new family. She encouraged him to learn how to use his devil fruit so he could save himself. She became a mother to him but also gave him an understanding of the natural world around him. Law became much more considerate of the world around him. He was no longer the destructive little child he was before. 

Gap Years (Unwritten): Law remembered all the people he met as a child. He met many of them again over the years like Tyrael and Marco. The creation of his crew/family happened over a long period of time. Bepo was a small injured bear that wouldn’t leave him alone after he helped. Other members of his crew were being sold in slave auctions. Of all the people he saved, many chose to stay. He educated them in fighting and medicine. 

Development of fun: This is all thanks to @someidioticurl with her OC Emil. At first Emil was a bit of a pain for Law, but really helped to develop his lighter, sillier, more childish side. Emil is someone he can completely relax around. Going out and getting ice cream ... or just sitting and chatting. Emil gave him a reason to genuinely smile and laugh. 

Development of love: My Law has always been a flirt, mainly if it means he can get what he wants. However meeting certain people allowed him to learn that he was still capable of truly loving someone. @eliteofficercorazon, @eustasskid-redhairedbastard, @lost-mosshead, @black-tiger-lover, @deathoftheinnocent, @spottedsoftpaws. They gave him a reason to stop thinking selfishly ... to consider others. 

Awareness of himself: This is important. The development of Law’s awareness of his own strength. Law knows he is strong, however he knows he is not the strongest. There are people out there that could and would kill him. 2 people come to mind straight away though both from another fandom. Toby @despairforme with Nnoitra and Zeke @sadisticperfection with Szayel. Before writing with either Toby or Zeke, I had to really stop and think about Law and his limitations. As cocky as he was, both of these muses could kill him easily. So I had to approach them differently. Starting with Nnoitra there was a bit of trial and error. Law’s default flirty attitude did not work so he had to try something else. He fell back on what he learnt as a child with Muffy ... offer someone food and it might make him less hostile. This did seem to work. Though Law is always cautious when they meet. He does not go looking for a fight. With Szayel it was very different. There was no real hostility in their first meeting ... just curiosity. Law was able to fall back on his normal flirty attitude. He is under no illusions though. He is well aware that Szayel could ...and still might kill him. But as long as he can keep the scientist’s interest, I don’t believe he has too much to worry about. (Though what started as flirting is starting to develop into more lol). 

Ok ... questions time.

What are situations that amuse him?

Law is pretty easy to amuse. Upsetting the marines, people falling over, cutting his crew’s heads off ... no permanent damage of course.

How does he show it? (Smile vs laugh till he cries– if he would ever do that vs hide his amusement)

Law will openly laugh in front of his family. To others it will just be a smirk. Though the smirk is unlikely to be malicious.

Is he able to laugh at himself/life (when things go wrong or when he self-reflects)?

It is hard for him to laugh at himself without it being a bitter laugh. He holds so much sadness and regret that he doesn’t like to share with others. I think this is why his crew are happy to let him laugh at them.

Does he seek or avoid confrontation? (He doesn’t seem like someone who would go picking fights, yet his cocky behaviour pre TS seems to me like he enjoys rubbing people the wrong way)

As mentioned previously. He will always avoid a fight. He would rather stop and observe. He has no issue pushing a few buttons for his own amusement though. But hurt his family and you are fucked.

What is his self-esteem/self-confidence/self-worth levels? Does he hate himself, and how long does he dwell on it before moving on?

All are low. He just covers it with the cocky and flirty attitude. He thinks very little of himself and often won’t believe others when they try and say otherwise. Even the people he loves have a hard time convincing him. He hates himself for being the only survivor ... for running away.

Does he understand most jokes?

Yes. He is clever and witty. He understands most forms of humour.

Does he use humour to cope?

Not really. He uses drink  to cope.

Does he keep silent if something rubs him the wrong way? (His shock at his own outward declaration of hating bread seems to infer that he usually doesn’t vocalise his concerns or when he doesn’t like things. And yet, in Dressrosa, he was complaining a lot, but that’s because he was under a lot of stress, exhaustion, and the circumstances meant he probably couldn’t care to hold things in anymore.)

Depends who he is with. If he is comfortable around the person, he will complain ... sometimes a lot lol. Around strangers or less known people, he will keep quiet or eye-roll and simply walk away.

Does he worry about what people think of him? (He seems to value his reputation, and likes that people think of him as cruel/sadistic though I believe those are limited to rumours)

Again it depends on the people. He cares what his family thinks of him. He is happy to let marines believe he is a fucked up pirate that cuts out everyone’s hearts as it keeps most people out of his way. But he doesn’t really care what others think of him.

He’s always cool-headed and calm, but is he overly sensitive? (It seems like he is? Although he doesn’t show it.)

Oversensitive about certain things ... bread .. Cora .. Doffy...

What does he think of himself? Does he hate himself? (He would seem to harbour guilt of his failure to protect Corazon and his family; to have failed as an older brother, have low self-worth.)

Law hates himself. No matter how much others love him, how good they make him feel ... there will always be hate for himself deep down. For all the reasons you listed in the question.

Does he find amusement in others’ misfortune? (I don’t see it. Like he’s humble, and I don’t think he laughs at others’ disabilities or misery, and yet he isn’t beyond messing up his enemies in a cruel way. SO! What are his limits? Where does he draw the line in his ‘cruelty’?)

Not really. If he needs to mess with someone then he will. The damage is rarely ever permanent and he will normally reverse it once out of harm’s way. He does not like seeing others suffer ..... I am not going into my Ace feelings right now because omg that is a whole other range of feels and headcannons XD @freckledinferno WE STILL NEED TO WRITE LAW SAVING ACE AND FEELS!!!!!

Does he meditate?

No. He sits there and wallows in the past.

What does he do when stressed?

He breaks things and cuts off heads of anyone that bothers him.

What does he do when things get hopeless?

He thinks back to every person he has ever met and wonders what they would do.