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Misty Eyes ~ Part 3

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. *This part contains two Doffy flashbacks with a graphic depiction of violence including blood, murder of an unnamed character, and the reader being sick, as well as implied sexual encounters. Doffy flashback sections are marked between these symbols ~🦩🦩🦩~ so you can skip past them if you'd like. The chapter begins with one of these graphic memories, but ends with some Hurt/Comfort & sweet fluff!

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

Word Count: 5768

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Summary: You try to acclimate to life aboard this yellow submarine, but your past keeps tearing you apart. All that Doffy made you do feels like a stain on your soul, and you're afraid you'll never be clean.

Author's Note: This one gets really fucked up, but I hope the sweet ending makes up for it! 🖤 I have added the dead dove do not eat tag, so please heed the warnings, and do not read if they might be triggering for you.

Thank you so much @pinejayyfor this delicious request!!

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Donquixote Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, (unnamed character), Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags To Be Added

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

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“Another simple mission too much for you, Y/N?”

Doffy ducked a bit as he sauntered into the room, his voice making your enemy freeze with her sea prism stone blade to your throat.

“Young mast–”

Your target smirked at you, pressing the tip of the blade into your flesh, just enough to cut your words.

“Are you good and scared,” she taunted, ignoring the powerful man at her back.

Is she fucking stupid? She has to know who he is.

Doffy grinned as he moved closer, until you saw yourself reflected in his sunglasses over your enemy’s head. Neither of the menacing figures before you moved or spoke for a moment, leaving your mind in chaos.

I failed him again. He’s not helping me. Why would he? I’m worthless.

The woman chuckled, showing no fear as the future king of the pirates towered over her. Until his large hand fisted her hair, lifting her until her toes barely touched the ground. A shocked cry left her lips, her satisfied smirk torn away as she struggled to free herself.

“You really can’t do anything on your own, can you?”

Humiliation poured over you, making you wish that the blade had cut you deeper. The prick of blood on your throat wasn’t nearly enough to drown your shame.

The woman laughed, even as she struggled in Doffy’s grasp. She choked on that laughter as the blade in her hand flew toward her own neck, tugged by invisible strings.

“Wait, you said–”

Those frantic eyes had tried to look toward the young master, but her words ended as a flood of red left her throat. Doffy laughed, watching your wide eyes while the woman thrashed. The blade clattered to the floor as a rain of bright, hot blood fell upon it. He took a step toward you, letting all that cherry red cascade down your chest as you stared into the woman’s dying eyes.

She reached for you, dragging her nails across your throat.

“You’re really gonna let this trash disrespect our family? Disrespect me,” Doffy questioned, as bile rose in your throat.

“N-No, I’m sorry young–”

“Finish it. Pick up the knife, and gut her.”

The woman was still struggling, still fighting, but you knew it wouldn’t be long.

I have to prove myself.

You couldn’t move.

“Do it, Y/N,” Doffy threatened, his voice low as he shoved her closer. That hot blood poured over your face as he lifted her higher.

You fell to your knees, somehow finding the blade through the red that had covered your eyes, spitting it out of your mouth as you used the wall to stand back up.

“There you go. Prove you can do something right, Y/N.”

Blinking through the blood, you held the blade to the woman’s stomach, throwing up before you could pierce her flesh.

Doffy dropped that lightly twitching body as you started to retch, stepping back to watch you cover your enemy in your own pathetic disgrace.

Choking on sobs as your stomach emptied over the nearly dead form, you tried to wipe and hide your face. There was no way to hide from Doffy, his manic grin looming near as he crouched beside you.

“Such a pathetic sight. To think that a member of my family could fail me like this,” he tutted, ripping your heart to shreds.

“I’m so sorry, young master, I–”

Your fingers slipped in the blood and sick on the floor as you tried to push yourself up, until your body moved on its own.

No. Not on its own.

Doffy moved it, his fingers extending as he controlled you. A disgusting marionette, dripping with the evidence of shame.

“So disappointing.”

The young master’s voice weighed you down, even as he held your body up. He directed your movements, forcing you to walk as though you were proud of the sticky failure on your skin.

I’m nothing. I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve his love.

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Y/N, hey, you’re okay–”

“I couldn’t do it, I’m too weak. I’m so sorry, young–”

Nausea tore through you, the fight to keep from being sick bringing you into the present. Into the mist. Law’s soothing voice was too full of concern, and you hated taking down your camouflage. Hated letting him see how weak you were.

“Y/N, can I check your–”

Law’s fingers were on you as soon as you nodded, slipping along the cold sweat that coated your skin as he checked your temperature and pulse.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice hoarse as if you had been sick.

His hands guided your trembling body as you sat up, your eyes caught on your own misty fingers.

Pathetic.

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

A sharp laugh escaped you, flooding you with guilt. An apology died in your throat as you rubbed your hands over your arms, sliding through that layer of sweat.

“Can I take a shower?”

The “Surgeon of Death” waited outside the bathroom for you. You thought he was trying to help you feel safe by not letting anyone else in, until you remembered the concern, the pity on his face.

He’s making sure I don’t hurt myself.

You couldn’t meet his eyes as he tried to speak to you on the way to the galley, but a tiny smile broke through your heavy shame from Law’s poor attempt at small talk.

“Good morning, Y/N!” Penguin’s voice was too loud as he leaned close to grab breakfast at the counter. The stuffed penguin on his hat bobbed toward you while he spoke.

“Morning,” you greeted, with far less enthusiasm, only to be met with a small orchestra of cheerful voices calling to you, and their captain.

“Hope you didn’t mind the captain on your floor last night. He used to snore like a–”

“Penguin,” Law commanded, voice low as he gripped his crew mate’s wrist.

The man's friendly clap on your back had made your shoulders tense up, your jaw clenching as Doffy’s voice boomed through your mind.

‘Only I’m allowed to touch my little doll,’ Doffy rasped, pinching your thighs almost too hard as you sat in his lap. You tried not to stare at the blood spreading across the marble floor. ‘I don’t like to share.’

“Sure, sorry captain, sorry Y/N…” Penguin took a step back, dipping his head at Law’s frown.

“It’s okay,” you breathed, your lying smile forming so easily on your face before he led you to a table in the corner, away from his happy crew.

I’m like mist, sucking the joy and beauty out of a sunny place.

“Why don’t we skip the interview today,” Law suggested, tapping his pretty fingers on the table.

“But, don’t you nee–”

“I need you to be okay,” he interrupted, reaching those fingers to touch your wrist gently, barely, before pulling away. “Besides, I have something else in mind.”

Moving through the metal halls felt like a dream, like you’d get lost, and keep walking for years before you woke up. Until he spun the wheel to open a heavy door, leading you into the largest room you’d seen on this underwater ship.

“How nostalgic,” you teased, nodding your head toward the wall of weapons in what was clearly a training room.

“It’s been a while since you kicked my ass,” he said with a laugh, and you chewed your lip to fight your cheesy smile. He moved down the wall, pulling two daggers free before facing you. “Catch.”

“Wait,” you cried out, ready to move or mist away, but your body acted on its own. You caught the blade he’d thrown your way, gripping it as you smiled to yourself.

“I see you haven’t lost your reflexes,” he hummed, facing off with you.

“What if I had,” you scolded, your free hand on your hip.

“I knew it couldn’t hurt you. But your enemies might not,” he mused. “Why didn’t you strike? I gave you an opening.”

“What are you–” you laughed, shaking your head at him. “I’m not a fighter anymore. Besides, I don’t want to be mauled by a bear when your crew finds out I tried to attack you.”

His scowl was so sharp, you almost missed his movement. The second blade flew toward you, spinning clear with the ringing of metal as you blocked it with the first dagger.

“What the fuck, Law?”

He ignored you as he pulled a sword from the wall, striding your way with death in his eyes. Your body slid into a stance it hadn’t felt in years, and you gritted your teeth. Barely escaping Law’s attack, you used the dagger to deflect his blade as you rolled away.

“Why are–”

His sword came down over your head, and you misted out of reach, your breath heavy as anger and fear started to build.

“Law! Why–”

“Why do you keep saying you’re weak?”

You froze, unable to move as he plunged his sword through your chest, meeting nothing but mist.

“What happened to the girl that could kick my ass? Until I’d get her back, of course,” he grinned, offering his hand to help you up. Still frozen, you watched him sigh, dropping the sword as he sat down beside you.

“Why do you keep saying that you’re weak,” he repeated softly, his gaze stripping you to the bone.

“Because I am weak.”

The words held nothing but truth, a truth you’d long since accepted.

“Don’t be stupid,” he reprimanded, the insult bringing your eyes to his with a bit of shock and annoyance.

“Is that my doctor’s orders,” you growled, anger showing through your mask for the first time in ages. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you dug your nails into your shins, the comfort of the mild pain helping you stay grounded.

“Yes,” he deadpanned, your lips parting as you glared. He didn’t drop that judgemental look on his face, and it was too fucking much.

You hid the need to squirm by standing, picking up the weapons to hang back on the wall. The weight of a useless life pushed your shoulders down, until a tattooed hand touched yours, taking one of the daggers from you while you stared at the floor.

“When we were kids, you were just as strong of a fighter as I was. I don’t understand how that could change, Y/N,” he recalled, voice soft as he touched your chin. His eyes searched yours, as if you were a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

“I know you’re fierce. Pretty sure I’ve still got a few scars from you,” he laughed, that gentle sound making your eyes drift closed, a bittersweet smile on your lips.

“I’m not fierce,” you confessed, shivering as your skin burned where his fingers still held your chin. “I couldn’t keep up. My powers are so... I kept failing, just like they said I would.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

You almost gaped at him again, but his hand on your chin kept your jaw from dropping. Pulling away, you crossed your arms, that irritation growing.

“Your bedside manner is shit, you know that?”

“We’re not in bed right now,” he countered, his confident voice cut short by his own awkward cough as he continued. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. I’m not a fighter anymore, Law. I can help you with my memories, you don’t need to do all of this.” He ignored your movements as you gestured to the wall of weapons, falling back into that frown he’s so good at.

“Get over it.”

“Excuse me?”

He thrust the handle of the dagger into your palm, leaning close.

“Everyone has to pull their weight on this ship. You’re gonna shadow the crew until we find a job that suits you. You’re gonna sit with me for interviews. And you’re gonna train, just like everyone else,” he commanded, your breath catching as you felt the authority pouring off of him. His fingers were still wrapped around yours, pressing the handle of the blade into your skin.

“Do you under–”

Law grunted with more surprise than pain as your other fist connected with his face. He took a step back, scalding eyes raking over you while he rubbed his jaw, but you cut him off before he could speak.

“Gotcha, with a capital ‘G,” you declared, moving your arms with the dagger to create a poor image of the letter ‘G.’

Everything else faded from your mind as Law started to laugh, holding himself up with his hands on his knees. You couldn’t help but join him, some good childhood memories finally filling the air between you.

“Does he still do that,” he asked, still breathless as he fought the laughter.

“Lau G won’t stop doing that until he’s dead and gone.”

He leaned against the wall of weapons, shaking his head as he pulled up ancient memories.

“That old man trained both of us, Y/N. You were neck and neck with me, even though I’d never admit it back then.”

Your face grew hot, hopefully masked by the wheezing laughter you were still recovering from. But shame quickly followed the pride from his praise, so you turned away to stretch, avoiding his discerning eyes.

“Let’s start with hand to hand,” he ordered softly. You let him take the blade from you, meeting him on the mats in the center of the large, echoey room. Bouncing on your heels, you fought to keep yourself in the present.

‘Can’t take care of a single mission. I’ve never had such a failure in my family before. What should I do with you?’

‘So misty, so flimsy! You’ll never be as strong as us. I bet the young master will throw you out soon.’

‘Why don’t you just focus on being pretty, dear. I heard the young master say that’s all you’re good for.’

“I won’t go easy on you," Law's threat broke through your foggy mind. He smirked, taunting you with a tilt to his head. “Kick my ass.”

Falling into a stance without a thought, you tried to be here, to be nothing but this. You couldn’t make the first move, getting annoyed as Law feinted, tapping you here or there until you finally fought back.

There he was. That silly, angry boy with that wicked smirk. The smirk that you needed to kick off that pretty face. Two years of rivalry, two years of tiny, vicious preteens sparring daily, came flooding back as the sounds filled the training room. The sounds of fists and shins connecting with bodies, breaths and grunts, snarky remarks and laughter.

It felt like no time had passed.

Until you noticed that thought, and shame hit you just before Law tackled you, taking your breath as he rode your body to the ground.

Coming back to yourself too late, he had you pinned, unable to work your arms or legs to get out of his grasp.

“I know you can do better than that,” he teased, his black hair caught in the sweat on his forehead as he stared down at you.

“Go fuck yourself,” you breathed, still winded with his weight on your body.

“With a capital ‘G,” he smirked, too much satisfaction on his face. He laughed as you squirmed harder, trying to free a hand to punch him with.

Now you were satisfied, hearing him grunt as he struggled to keep you in place. You freed one arm, but before you could make contact, Law changed position. He caught your wrist, his breathing ragged as his face hovered even closer to yours.

The air was different, shivers running through you as your bodies relaxed into each other. The struggle halted as you felt his breath on your lips.

His eyes were wide as he took you in, his brows creasing just a bit. Your chest warmed at the memory of a childhood crush, and a quick peck of a kiss before he disappeared. That sweet memory fell apart when he pulled himself off of you, a slight frown on his lips before he turned away.

Oh.

“That’s, uh,” he started, walking away as he avoided your gaze, “that’s enough for today. Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll get your schedule for tomorrow. Good work, today.”

You held up a polite smile as sharp blades of ice seemed to carve into your empty chest. Wanting Law to kiss you seemed ridiculous. Selfish. You hadn’t realized that your stupid, absent heart was so delusional. And now you knew exactly why you shouldn’t think about him that way.

He’s disgusted by me. I’ll always be tainted. Ruined. I’m lucky he hasn’t put me out of my misery yet. Why would Law want to touch trash like me?

The thoughts crashed into you, and the moment wouldn’t stop replaying. The press of him, his amber eyes, the sweat and breath mixing between you.

And that frown as he pulled away.

It played on a loop as you walked through the submarine, repeating through another shower, a nearly silent lunch in the galley, and the tour. Law guided you with a hand drawn map, labeled with the various stations, and the crew members you’d be shadowing. A detailed weekly schedule filled the back of the paper, and you let out a quiet laugh at his attention to detail.

“Do you have any questions?”

“No, teacher,” you teased, breathing deep when he finally looked at you again.

“It’s captain,” he corrected as he pointed to the schedule. “You’ll be with Ikkaku tomorrow morning, then if you’re up for it, I'd like to do another interview.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Just a twitch of his lips this time, but it was a relief. Until he left you in the galley with the crew, excusing himself to complete some “captain’s duties.”

He doesn’t even want to eat with me now. I probably make him sick.

“Hi, Y/N, you can sit with me! You know, if you want to…” Bepo trailed off, flipping from excited to glum in seconds.

“Thank you, Bepo,” you agreed, donning your cheerful voice as you sat across from him.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” Penguin said as he sat beside you, still too close for comfort after years of Doffy’s rules. “The captain’s the only one that taught us any manners, but I guess I still need some practice.”

“It’s al–”

“Give her some space, you’re being a creep,” Shachi cut in, sitting across from Penguin as he pointed a fork his way.

“I’m not a creep, you jerk–”

“The captain said to behave ourselves,” Bepo scolded, and you found a real smile on your lips as you saw the concern on his cute, furry face.

“Hey, you’re with me tomorrow, right?”

Ikkaku waved over the bear's shoulder, her dark brown curls making her instantly recognizable. You confirmed with a nod while the three boys at the table kept bickering.

“Let’s go talk about it.”

Arguments and insults floated through the air, and you were grateful for the rescue as you joined the only other non-man on the ship. She smirked as she nodded her head toward her crew mates.

“Don’t mind the dumbasses, they’re harmless.”

“Thanks,” you laughed, your appetite returning as you watched Ikkaku take a large bite, rolling her eyes at Bepo’s table.

Comfortable quiet sat with you, and you finally felt a moment of ease in your new world. Even with Law, you felt this energy of holding yourself up, of presenting yourself how you wanted him to see you. But this relaxed woman seemed friendly as she dug into her meal, without the pressure of a smile. She didn’t watch you, or force you into small talk, even when you followed her out of the galley to point out where you’d be working in the morning.

“I’m ‘Weps,’ so I’ll be showing you how to spot and kill enemies. Hopefully we’ll always be bored,” she huffed, pointing vaguely toward her station before guiding you back to the barracks.

“That’s you, right,” she asked, tapping on your door. “I’ll yell when it’s time to go.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked, staring for a moment as she turned away.

That small metal room seemed to amplify your worst thoughts, your loneliness echoing through the air like some torturous bell. You wished you had some sort of drug to knock yourself out. Instead, you curled on your side, trying not to think about how Law had cared enough to sleep on your floor last night, but could barely look at you after your near touch earlier.

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“Don’t get all misty-eyed. That man should have known better than to touch my pretty doll,” Doffy declared, crouching down to press his palm into the sticky red puddle.

The blood of an unlucky man. A friendly man that tried to help you stay balanced while you walked down a flight of stairs in too-high heels.

“No one else will ever touch you,” Doffy breathed, pressing his bloody palm to your chest. He licked his lips as he dragged his fingers higher, painting your skin.

Doffy loves me. He’ll be King. Kings have to do this. They have to enforce their–

Your deep breaths and calming thoughts halted as his sticky hand gripped your face, digging into your cheeks to tilt your face up to his.

No more misty eyes.

You felt pride for your lack of tears, and for the smile he gave before he smoothed the hair from your face.

“You’re so pretty when you listen to me,” he praised, his grin deepening when he heard your pleased hum. “You know I’ll have to kill you too, right? You're my doll now. Letting someone touch you with their grubby fingers, and defile my toy sounds like another failure, huh, misty eyes?”

A soft noise escaped your lips as you struggled to be strong for him.

“Well,” he seethed, the veins in his forehead bulging as he shook your face in his bloody grip, “does my pretty doll have anything to say?”

“I-I’m yours, Doffy,” you promised, keeping your eyes dry as your body went loose, leaning into his hold.

“My body belongs to you, young mast– Doffy. I’d rather die than let someone defile your property.”

A bruising kiss took your breath, and you whined for him as he laid you on the marble floor. That spill of red beside you had finally stopped flowing.

“Don’t forget that, Y/N. I’m the only one that gets to defile my pretty doll. My disgusting, little toy. No one would want to touch you anyway. Not if they knew what you let me do to you.”

Doffy laughed as he proved it to you.

And you kept your eyes dry.

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Last night, your mind had chosen memories over dreams. The lights and sounds of the sonar were lovely, yet too soothing, and Ikkaku caught you shaking yourself as you held in a yawn.

“Come on,” she ordered as she pushed you out of the weapons room, leading you through the halls. You pressed your fingers into your brow, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, not realizing where she was taking you until she called through a familiar door.

“Captain, I need to report a crew member who’s unfit for duty.”

“Wait, what,” you cried out, cutting off your own yawn as she rolled her eyes at you.

Law opened the door, his eyes narrowing on you before he looked at her.

“What’s your report?”

“Y/N was doing well with sonar, but she's clearly sleep deprived. There's no yawning at my weapons station, Captain.”

Ikkaku softened her report by flashing you a tiny smile, but your shoulders slumped in embarrassment.

“Thank you for the report,” Law cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes as he focused on her. “We’ll try again tomorrow. You’re dismissed, Ikkaku.”

She patted your back as she passed, her gesture of comfort lost as your body tensed at the touch.

With a shaky breath, you turned to him, staring at his tattooed arms that flexed as they crossed below his chest.

I didn’t mind when he touched me.

That thought was bittersweet, the bitter turning to bile when you remembered him pulling away.

“Come in,” he gestured into the office, and you stepped back into your memories. A shrine to Doffy, even if it was built of hate.

“How much sleep did you get last night,” he spoke like a doctor, scrutinizing every movement as you sat down across his desk.

“How would I know? There’s no clock in there.”

Somehow, his frown deepened, and you let out a heavy sigh.

“Did you sleep at all?”

The touch of warmth in his voice filled the cold room, but you didn’t want it. You couldn’t truly have it. So you let the truth ring through your mind as you lied again.

All I am is the broken toy of the man he despises.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be okay.”

Your eyes slid away, seeing nothing as you pretended to be fine. Yet, you blinked slowly when he stood, his chair scraping along the floor before he came to kneel beside you.

Time seemed fuzzy, but after a while you heard his voice, low and steady.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Too tired and stuck for anything except for the faint quivering of your bottom lip, you stayed silent.

“Is it…” he cleared his throat, flexing his hands before he went on. “Is it alright if I hug you?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he tried to cover his worry in a soothing tone as tears and small choked sounds left your throat. “We don’t need to–”

“Please.”

That tiny, pathetic word left your lips, and you felt sick for asking for anything. Sick for forcing him to take care of you.

But you didn’t fight as he pulled the chair out, as he knelt to the side of your knees, as he touched long fingers to your cheek.

“Is it alright if I hug you,” he asked again in a whisper. You were too weak to protect him from you, nodding slowly until you felt more of his touch.

He pulled you gently forward, your arms limp as he wrapped his around your waist, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” he soothed, sliding a palm between your shoulder blades. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Denials and arguments struggled to leave your lips, anger and fear fighting for control.

But you were so tired.

And Law felt so warm, so solid, his smell familiar, yet new. He squeezed you tighter as your breath sped up, holding you still, until you held him too.

He didn’t let go as you dripped hot tears onto his neck. He didn’t let go when you clung to him, digging your fingers into his arms and shoulders. He didn’t let go as your cries flipped from silent to pleading, as you begged for his forgiveness, or choked over the fears and shame you carried.

Through every round of emotions, you would return to guilt and disgust.

“I’m sorry, Law, I’m sick. You shouldn't be... I’m sorry you have to touch me.”

“Why are you saying that,” he nearly growled, holding your head against him to keep you from leaving his grasp.

You had no idea how long you’d made him care for you, how many tears you’d let stain his shirt. But however long it had been, you were finally able to speak some of it clearly.

“You hate him,” you said, your feeble voice breaking between your haggard breaths, “and I’m his… I’m broken. I’m disgust–”

“Shut up.”

A surprised yelp stopped your words, the force of his grip catching your breath.

Law’s fingers dug into your skin as he pressed you against him, almost to the point of pain, and your mind froze as you waited for him.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he declared, forcing the words through his teeth. “I don’t give a shit about what he did to you. I don’t care what he made you do. It wasn’t your fault, you hear me?”

There was anger in his words, but you knew it wasn’t for you. Still, you were stunned, feeling his heavy breaths beating against your chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice cracking as he buried his face into your neck before pulling away. It was almost painful losing his warmth against you, but he took your hands in his. He seemed to be having more trouble meeting eyes than you were, and you started sinking into the chair while he cleared his throat a few times.

“When I found out that you’d… That he’d… I should have saved you, Y/N. But I decided not to care about you so I could focus on my mission. I let him–”

“Stop,” you cried out, shaking your head against the guilt in his voice. “I wouldn’t have come with you before. I don’t even know when things started to change. But I would have betrayed you. I wanted to be… I’m glad you didn’t find me sooner, Law. I just wish–”

You cut yourself off, melting into his golden eyes. A stolen moment of peace amidst the guilt and pain.

“What do you wish,” he asked, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“... I don't think broken people get wishes.”

He gave a jaded laugh before standing, leaning against the desk while he rubbed his knees.

“Will it help you sleep if I stay on your floor tonight?”

You smirked at his soft words, looking from his knees up to his face before responding.

“I don’t know, old man. I don’t think it’ll be good for your joints.” The look on his face was perfect, and a real laugh left your raw throat, shaking your tired body.

“We’re the same age,” he countered, eyes wide with that manic grin, “and disrespecting your captain is a punishable offense.”

“I see how it is,” you teased, lightly poking his side. “Still can’t come up with a good comeback, so you threaten me with violence? Looks like you haven’t changed a bit, you– Law!”

He’d grabbed your wrist before going to his knees again, those pretty fingers searching your ribs for the perfect spot. You writhed and laughed, and failed to fight him off as he tickled you, the way he used to when he couldn’t outsmart you.

“Law, you–”

“Fuck, sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

Law pressed himself against the desk, still on his knees with his hands held up, his eyes wide and worried as he looked at you.

You cracked up, true, heavy laughter, until his lips curled into that evil little smirk. But you beat him to it, sliding to the ground to get him back, tickling and getting a good squirm out of him before you both attacked.

He growled as he laughed, grappling you to the side of the chair until he had you pinned to the ground again. Neither of you could tickle the other as you fought for control or freedom. His cheeks were flushed as he laughed in your face, giving you a snarky, “nuh uh,” when you failed to break loose.

His tongue pressed between his teeth as he gloated, that cocky grin fading as you melted into each other again.

“I–I’m sorry,” he sighed, shifting his weight to leave.

“Don’t be sorry,” you demanded, breathless, and aching for him to stay. “I want…”

You closed your eyes, guilt and shame sliding into your lungs again.

His weight shifted, settling back where he was before. You bit your lip when you saw him staring at your mouth, and heat filled your body as you became hyper aware of every detail of his gorgeous face.

“You want,” he rasped as he met your eyes, concern still pouring from his own.

Your words were choked by all those shitty feelings and doubts.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

His gentle voice eased the tension in your body, and you were grateful that he hadn’t moved. That he still touched you.

He was still touching you even though you were broken.

“I want you to kiss me.”

~🖤🖤🖤~

You’d ordered the stupid boy to kiss you, your arms crossed as you tried to act like you didn’t care. He’d lost the bet, and had to do whatever you asked.

“Ew, gross! I’m not doing that.”

Law stuck his tongue out, pretending to be sick.

“You lost the bet,” you scolded, punching his shoulder. “Want me to tell everyone you’re an oathbreaker?”

“Why do you wanna kiss me anyway? I’m sick,” he questioned, a hint of hurt in his voice as he gestured to the pale spots on his face.

“I don’t care if you’re sick. I like you how you are.” The confession slipped out, and heat rushed to your face as you clamped your hands over your mouth.

“You like me,” he taunted, smirking as he poked your burning cheek. “Ha, you’re such a girl.”

“Am not,” you yelled, your hands going misty with embarrassment.

“So, all I gotta do is kiss you, and we’ll be square?”

You nodded quickly, not sure if you should trust him.

“Fine,” he complained, leaning in.

You didn’t know what the big deal was about kissing. His lips were cold and scratchy when he pressed them against yours for a few seconds, then he scowled at you as he pulled away.

“That was dumb,” he deadpanned, poking your side.

“You’re dumb!”

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you chased Law down until he swore to never tell a soul.

~🖤🖤🖤~

“Ew, gross,” Law grinned, your mouth falling open in shock.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he teased, moving his smug face closer to yours. “Kissing you sounds gross.”

“You fucking ass,” you seethed, struggling to get out of his grapple so you could punch him. “I can’t believe–”

He let out a needy sound as he crashed his lips onto yours, and you moaned against him. Your back arched when he released his hold on your arms to cradle your face.

A sob of relief escaped you, and you felt like you’d lost your mind, your hands clawing at his back to pull him closer.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I should–”

“No more ‘sorry's,” you ordered, “I just want you to kiss me.”

Law chuckled, his voice coming back in a wicked rasp.

“Ew, gross.”

Likes, comments, and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: Sorry about the gruesome, but I hope you enjoyed the wholesome Law with his childhood sweetheart. I adore this man 🥰

Note for the timeline: The childhood flashback occurred shortly before Cora took Law away, so both the reader and Law had known each other over 2 years, and were both between 12-13 yrs old. At the present time in the story, both the reader and Law are around 25 years old.

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Part 4

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justwritingscenarios · 10 months

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Welcome back, hope you're doing well!! I would like to request scenario 13 with Law!

Tysm and hope you have a nice day/night <3

Hi! I'm so happy to write about my hubby after such a long time. Sorry about the delay ! I hope it was what you wanted to read ! - Lara

Scenario 4 : having to share a bed and accidentally end up cuddling

Law x GN!Reader // Words : 1.7K // No warnings (no beta reader).

Ever since you joined the Strawhats, it was the first time the crew divided. Sure, everyone was separated for two years, but it was forced by Kuma initially. Here Luffy was taking half the crew with him to Whole Cake Island to bring back Sanji from Big Mom’s hold. You wished you could have gone with them, but you had followed Zoro – as he was the second in charge – on Trafalgar's "ship".

You wouldn’t say you disliked the idea. The Polar Tang was impressive, and you had been curious to visit it. However, what you preferred the most about the underwater trip to Wano was to see more of Trafalgar Law.

Since you met him on Punk Hazard, where he asked Luffy to be his ally, your eyes were attracted by him whenever he was around. To your great despair Robin and Nami had noticed. And to your great relief none of them messed with you. Except maybe that time Robin entrusted Law’s safety to you when she had to fight against Gladius in Dressrosa. But she didn’t let you alone with him, Cavendish was there as well, even if you were the one patching up Law. The man was riddled with bullets and had an arm cut off from his fight with Doflamingo, you couldn’t do much but stopped the haemorrhage. You were so aware of Law’s state of health that you didn’t complain once about your own injuries. Even when Leo and later Manshelly had helped him getting better, you didn’t leave his side. He didn’t grumble about it though. And you knew he acknowledged your presence from the beginning of your shared adventures.

Law worked with Chopper and you back in Punk Hazard’s lab. You even had talks and played cards on the Sunny on your way to Dressrosa. After that you helped him change his bandages when you were sailing to Zou under Bartolomeo’s flag. You went along together.

You had many times the opportunities to look at Law closely. Yet you never found him as attractive as you did the moment you got to see him moving around his submarine, surrounded by his crewmates. Around his friends, he smiles. Not smirk, smile. You swore his shoulders loosen, and his eyes hold a certain tenderness as he listens to their stories. Once you saw him snort before quickly hid under the visor of his furry hat. You often thought about it, to the extent of being lost in your mind.

“(Name), we-“ You were in the empty dining hall, sketching a duck on a napkin when Bepo’s voice surprised you.

“I didn’t hear you entering, Bepo.”

“… I’m sorry.” His whole body loosened. You patted his hand.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I was lost in my thoughts, that’s why I didn’t hear you.” You offered him a bright smile and were happy to constate his fluffy ears went up again. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Oh yes! Captain said we’re going to emerge soon. He said that since you’re not used to stay in locked up places like us, you would appreciate to take a breath of fresh air before we reached Wano. That way, we’ll cool down the air in the sub too.”

“Thank you for telling me! Are the others aware of it?”

“Almost everyone knows. But we are still looking for Zoro.”

“Wasn’t he supposed to always be accompanied?”

“Yes, he was with the captain. Law talked to Hakugan for a minute and when he turned around Zoro had disappeared.”

“Rookie mistakes. Rule number 1: never let Zoro leave your sight.” The both of you laughed. “I’ll help you find him.”

A few minutes later, when Zoro was eventually found by Franky and Penguin in the engine room, the Polar Tang was emerged, and the main door was opened. Everybody came out to take a breath of fresh air. It was pleasant, especially for Bepo and not-Heart-crewmates. Law was right; you weren’t used to stay inside for so long, you were spending your whole days on the deck of the Sunny. You liked his initiative even more as at that time the sun was slowly getting low, the sky and the clouds getting warm colours. Most of you stayed outside talking and having a drink.

It’s been two hours since you surfaced. Most of the crewmates had come back inside and the sun had left its place to the moon. You hadn’t seen Law since getting out and the last time you saw Bepo, the polar bear was holding a blanket and a small tray to another place behind the main platform. You followed the way he took to the highest outside platform of the submarine.

There, were Law and Bepo. The big polar bear was laying on the floor, asleep. Law was leaning on the bear’s tummy. You guessed his legs to be crossed under the blanket. On the tray, the drink and the plate were empty, but a candle was still lightening Law’s reading. He either saw or heard you because he looked up.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“You can talk normally. Bepo has a deep sleep. You need something?”

“No I just- I noticed Bepo coming here earlier and wondered why he wasn’t coming back. Now I know.” The both of you looked at Bepo for a moment before you kept going. “I also wanted to thank you.”

“What for?”

“For emerging. I know we are quite in a hurry to reach Wano and not that we couldn’t have waited a few more days to see the surface but… It feels good to be out for a few hours. I never appreciated the cold air of the night that much before.” You took a deep breath and looked around.

“Actually, we aren’t in a hurry. The sub moves faster than a ship and Luffy won’t be there before us so…” You nodded to his words; he was right. Your eyes fell on the book he had put opened on his knees, opened about the midway. That’s when you realised…

“Oh I’m sorry, I disturbed your reading-” “It’s ok.” “If you went there it was to be at peace after all-“ “I don’t mind.” “Do you want me to bring back the tray-“ “(Name)-ya.” “It doesn’t bother me to do it-“ “(Name)-ya!”

You eventually kept quiet when he called your name a bit louder to stop your stammering. For a second, you thought he was annoyed but neither his tone nor his look was. The small smile on his face only showed amusement.

“It’s true that I came here to read peacefully but I don’t mind your presence, ok? You can stay. I can even read to you if you want.” He showed you the book. It wasn’t a medical book like you first thought. You kneeled before him to read the title.

“Moby Dick. Or The Whale. I never thought you’d be interested in those kinds of stories.”

“Not my usual reading but I’ve wanted to for a long time. You read it?”

“I was supposed to read it for school when I was… 9? I lost the book and got reprimanded by my teacher. Found it in my cat’s litter later. Don’t ask me how it end up there. Just know that she refused to lend me books after that.” Law snorted the way you saw him do with his crewmates. It made you quivered a bit. Which he saw and misinterpreted it.

“Come here. You’ll get cold if you stay like this.” As he talked, he stretched out his legs and lifted the blanket so you could come under next to him. You were still hesitated that your body was already moving to come next to him under the fabric. “You can lean on Bepo, it won’t bother him.” You did slowly as he told you, unaware of his soft gaze on you.

“Can you sum up the beginning?”

“I can also read from the beginning.”

“What? No! You’ve come so far. I just want to hear you read.”

“Oh really? If that’s so. Can I at least start again from the beginning of the chapter?” Law turned his head in your direction, his teasing eyes looking for you. You had to look up a bit as he was still taller than you were even in that situation. You played his game and squinted your eyes. Of course, you didn’t mind… all you wanted was to listen to his voice.

“Ok as it’s you.”

“Well, thanks.” He turned back to his book and started reading. “Slowly wading through the meadows of brit, the Pequod still held on her way north-eastward towards the island of Java…”

You weren’t sure when but at some point, in the story, Law’s voice became a distant lullaby in your ears. He didn’t see it right away. He just checked on you while turning a page, like he did already numerous times before, except your eyes were closed this time. He set down the book on the side, his eyes never leaving your sleeping face half sunk in the white fur, just inches away from his.

When Law woke up, it was still early. The very first sunrays were started to lighten the sky even if the star wasn’t showing yet. The temperature was low, but he didn’t feel cold. The cover and Bepo’s body warmth greatly helped but you did to. You had moved enough that your head was resting on his upper chest, one of your hands grabbing his sweat with the blanket.

After watching you for a few minutes, wandering what he should do, he let his fingers touched your visible cheek and then your hand, not so far. It was warm, meaning that you weren’t cold either and could stay outside longer. Because the truth was, he didn’t want to move. He felt good. He wasn’t used to it, but he was comfortable. With your head on his chest, your hand on his side, with just you.

Law wasn’t sure how he will deal with you when you’ll wake up, what your reaction would be… for the moment, he just wanted to stay like this.

#one piece #scenarios #one piece imagine #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law scenario #trafalgar law imagine #scenario 4 #trafalgar law scenario 4

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1000sunnygo · 7 months

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Has anyone noticed that we never had a chance to properly see Law's second "signature" fit, one he wore during the timeskip before and during his time as a Shichibukai? He probably wore it the longest, albeit during his offscreened activities.

Similar to Onigashima, he draped a coat over his shoulders.

So much thoughts went on it to never eventually use it. What was the point.

Time to read Japanese for ants. Texts on the left:

"D will bring up a storm", "I'll grab what I want for sure".."monster arm?" His arm seems a bit deformed in that image too so who knows what's up with that + I don't trust my reading skills Oda marked a star on the final version, "Shichibukai" written on top.

Apparently he spent a lot of time on deciding his post timeskip hat. There's also this interesting bit of info in the Osaka exhibition log book noting that he wants Law's sideburns to be more distinct? thick? A user on Twitter noted this recently, that Oda commented while making Z's design that "sideburns are Manly".

Law wore a yellow top under the punk hazard coat in the manga. Anime Law, though, wasn't wearing it.

Oda drew the genderbent Law (left) in a similar fit, she's actually wearing the coat this time - but missing her tattoos and had no painted nails. The volume was released during late Dressrosa so this outfit was still the "default" post timeskip Law outfit in Oda's mind. Merch developers changed the fit to his Dressrosa coat for the Fem Law figure.

The fact that Doc Q's genderbent Law had the nails manicured and painted is both hilarious for what it is and a possible implication that Oda could be inspired by an existing, suggestive genderbent Law figure that released 6 years ago. Bet he owns one 🤨

In relation to my previous theory that the extent of Law's involvement and character depth was decided along Punk Hazard arc, I don't think Oda thought too deep about Law's tattoos and heart symbol when he decided Law's default Shichibukai fit for the timeskip. Law had to wear a coat during Punk Hazard for the cold weather and a heart-themed costume during Dressrosa for story purposes, followed by a casual shirt and the Wano yukata. Rather than purposefully avoiding it, Oda simply didn't have a chance to incorporate the default post timeskip design that he planned for Law.

The Onigashima fit could be a "modified" version of that very old design, now his characterization properly conceptualized and laid out and thus feathers instead of a regular collar as a nod to Corazon. His tattoos are also visible for a similar purpose.

There's so much to unpack in character designs. I wish we had access to more drafts and notes.

TL;DR

Oda never got to use the timeskip outfit he originally designed for Law due to various reasons, mainly because when he designed it, he didn't know what Law's role during the timeskip would be. The design gradually became obsolete, So he simply modified it to the Onigashima fit that's closely personalized based on the unplanned developments Law received along the way.

#i love looking for character trivia that don't exist on wikipedia #one piece meta #one piece theory #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #female trafalgar law #one piece #trafalgar law meta #one piece translations #law's design appreciation #mine

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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem Reader pt 6

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The battle came and went and soon you were off on the next adventure Punk Hazard. You decided to spend your time bonding with the crew, learning their likes and dislikes that were never shown in Sbs. You also spent more time with Robin in the library, although this time you were more carefully in how you spoke to her and how you picked your books.

Robin was very cunning and she was someone you needed to make sure was completely thrown off your radar. Knowing that Robin also spent her time reading was difficult because that meant you didn’t know when she was paying attention to you and when she wasn’t, especially with knowing she was all seeing.

You started reading random books, books about romance and fantasy and would squeeze one book about the science of worlds every now and then. You made little book marks in all of them just in case she decided to read them when you left the room.

Your theory was correct, you once pretended to leave and peaked through the door seeing her reach over and scan what you’ve been reading. This was very difficult and annoying.

Every now and then you’d cry in the comfort of your bed or when Nami let you bathe alone, you couldn’t help it. Although you wanted to be strong your emotions overflowed when you were alone.

Luffy and Zoro were also more clingy as of late. Zoro was always over your shoulder and Luffy wanted to touch you whenever he could.

This was the first time you’d seen him act this way towards anyone, he never showed the side of him that actually liked women till you came around and that made you panic even more.

Luffy was as charming as they could get in your eyes. You’d been infatuated with him the day you started the series so you were more than conflicted. Would pursuing Luffy work in your favor? Or would you end up being imprisoned with him for the rest of your life?

When you arrived at punk hazard you were irritated, you didn’t like being cold at all so you were cranky.

“ Y/N why are u making that face you looked like that for the last hour”

“ it’s cold leave me alone Luffy”

He laughed and you rolled your eyes while sitting in the cave with the children. When you met up with Law you couldn’t believe your eyes, he was just as fine as he was through the screen. You ogled him blatantly and Luffy started to notice.

He would separate you two if he thought you were too close and make the crew do things to get your attention. Robin would put you in choke holds and rip off your hat making snow fall in your hair. Ussop, Luffy, and chopper would throw snow balls at you and you were getting irritated.

Luckily you got to be alone with Law when you were inside the bunker. After speaking with you he deemed you useful and the two of you were alone walking down those shady halls.

“ Y/N-ya when did you join the Strawhats”

“ I haven’t joined their crew in just.. uhm joining their adventure for right now”

And ear suddenly popped up on your arm, you motioned him to be quiet and he understood. When you got into a room and took a notepad and began writing.

“ Are you with them against your will?”

You nodded

“ Y/N-ya do you know anything about sea prism stone” he spoke up. You understood this was his way of not raising suspicion to the crew as you wrote back and forth on the pad.

Law was willing to help you escape and go back to your world. You kept most things confidential but gave him a rough idea of what’s going on. He wanted to have them think he needed you on his ship during the alliance with the Strawhats.

You ended up explaining to law that you were from another universe where this world is an animated series. You told him everything that would happen during his alliance and his irritation was plastered on his face. While doing this you managed to easily swap out sea prism cuffs for regular ones and were on your way to do whatever he needed next.

Since he would be on the ship with you to dressrosa you would have a lot of time to formulate a plan using secret codes. You were jumping for joy, Law was going to help you ! He was going to set you free of this world and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

When you were finally on the Sunny you spent most of your time with Law. You sat next to him during meals and spoke with him about books you’ve read or are currently reading. The crew was seething to say the least, Law was weary of them as well and tried warning you to be more careful but, it was too late.

When he tried whispering in your ear Luffy nudged his head between the two of you and made himself comfortable.

“ Y/nnnnnnn you’ve been spending too much tim with Traffy spend time with me and the rest of the crew”

“ Luffy you can’t just interrupt a conversation”

“ What could you be talking about while you’re whispering in each others ears”

“ Why do you care?”

“ Because you’re my crew mate and my friend”

“ I’m allowed to have other friends”

He huffed and walked away leaving you and Law to stifle giggles at the obvious jealous captain. You continued talking and his hand grazed your thigh as the two of you got closer.

“ Thanks for helping me”

“ I haven’t done anything yet”

“ yes but still. Without you this would’ve probably taken me months”

you smiled at him and you seen his cheeks softly turn red. Through his not so hard exterior Law was a very sweet guy, you couldn’t help but be thankful that he was someone you can completely feel comfortable around.

Sanji suddenly appeared sneering at him to quickly smiling at you while handing you a tropical drink.

“ Y/N chan I made this specially for you, want to come taste what I’m making for dinner?”

“ thank you Sanji, and of course! I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The jealously was drooling off of him as he angrily stalked his way back to the kitchen. When he was finally out of view law pulled you close and you felt his lips ghost over your ear.

“ You weren’t kidding when you said they all get jealous. They’ve been starring holes into my head since last night”

You both giggled and leaned into one another. You didn’t mean to get so close to him in a short amount of time, and this is very much putting Law in danger but what could they really say?

You were just friends and it wasn’t like you couldn’t have any.

There were many perks of being Sanji’s little helper, sometimes you got to help and the rest was just you sitting there like a little doll as he spoon fed you dishes.

“ Y/N chan how does it taste? Is it good enough”

“ It’s amazing Sanji, just as anything else you cook for us”

“ thank you, I have a quick question for you”

“ Hm”

“ Y/N chan do you.. like Traffy?”

“ Yeah we’re good friends”

“ But you just met him”

“ Yeah but he’s really nice and I like talking to him”

“ mhm”

Sanji was quieter the rest of the time and it put you on edge. Law was right, you needed to be way more careful when you’re together. Not only could this risk you alliance, it could risk you being brought into his ship.

Over the next few days before reaching Dressrosa you helped him strategize and you started sitting between Luffy and Zoro more which helped release the tension on the ship.

Law’s plan was to get you in the ship by telling them that you were an amazing strategist, which was believable considering you helped formulate the plan for dress rosa. He would ensure that you weren’t sent to Zoe with a note for his crew that you hid in your bra.

The crew was amazed with you, had they known you were this good previously you probably could’ve helped them get back to each other and save ace. The plan was going smoothly but something in the back of your mind made you fear that someone could see through it and foil everything you’ve worked for.

That night you finally sat with Luffy on the Sunny after basically avoiding him and only paying attention to Law and the rest of the crew.

This time he laid his head on your shoulder and snaked an around around your waist that was slight too tight.

“ Y/N.. you aren’t going to leave again are you?”

Tags: @herwritingartcowboy

A/N: Hello, sorry for the late chapters, I hope you enjoy this and the hint of romance I’m trying to throw in. I’m taking requests, and if you have any suggestions for the story as it continues to progress I’m all ears. There will be no update for this tomorrow I will post a one shot though see you all Monday 🫶🏽🫵🏽

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onepiece-polls · 10 months

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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side B

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Smoker x Law:

Their interactions on punk hazard are just hhhhnnnggghhhh. First they fight against each other and then they have to team up! The sexual tension is through the roof 👀 and they fight so well together too 👀 also law LITERALLY stole smoker's heart?? Sorry for being incoherent that's just what they do to me

I read it in a fic and it was compelling also it would be cool if they both knew rocinante

Law literally stole Smoker’s heart during the Punk Hazard Arc - they saved each other during the Punk Hazard Arc even if they were enemies - classic “Enemies to lovers” energy - perfect matching personalities (INTP x INTJ) - the thrill of a forbidden love between a marine and a pirate.

They have. SUCH a divorcee dynamic listen. - Law literally stole Smoker’s heart in the Punk Hazard arc. - Even though they were enemies, Smoker fought against Vergo and stole Law’s heart to give it back to him, hurting himself A LOT. - at the same time, Law saved Smoker from Vergo and gave Smoker’s heart back even if he didn’t have to. - the way Law smiles when fighting against him and getting on Smoker’s nerves (a lot of tension here hehe). - Smoker’s a marine and Law a pirate, what’s better than a forbidden relationship? - their personalities match perfectly (INTJ and INTP).

SUCH a divorcee dynamic. - we all love a forbidden romance between marine and pirate - the way they interact with each other on Punk Hazard is at the same time easy but full of tension, they clearly have some familiarity w each other - ...and then later they manage to work together seamlessly despite those tensions and differences, and Smoker trusts Law to pick up the slack where he can't. And Law DOES follow through - after the battle Law TELLS Smoker what he's planning next - yeah it's all purposeful for his plans but it's such a clear and obvious manipulation. And yet Smoker does exactly that. - the guy sent to Dressrosa is Issho (which ok Sakazuki says he sent BUT what a funny coincidence still that it's the one guy who's most likely to help Law rather than hinder hmmmm) - when Doffy shows up after Law&co have left and demands to know things Smoker just straight up stonewalls him and lies to his face, with the full knowledge that it may cost him his life. Which yeah, Smoker hates pirates, but he doesn't actually have any reason to do that - if he really didn't care he wouldn't mind siccing the two warlords on each other and watching them destroy themselves so he at the very least must agree with Law if not outright want to help him - delicious narrative parallels! Bc fundamentally they're two sides of the same coin: both are absolutely driven by their personal moral codes and care DEEPLY about people and things. Law may be driven largely by more self-centered goals and focus his good on the smaller circle he chooses to surround himself with, while Smoker is drawn to more lofty pursuits of greater good and helping even those he will never meet or even know of, but at the core they share very similar ideals and values - and ykno. Law LITERALLY punches Smoker's heart out of his chest - also Law is a scrawny-ass twink and you cannot tell me he doesn't have a thing for buff dilfs who could bench press double his weight.

Propaganda for Law x Robin:

Their intelligent goth energy combined would be off the charts

Their backstories parallel each other perfectly! Home destroyed, hunted from a young age saved by a kind marine. Spoilers ahead: They're working together to figure out what the history of the Will of D is, and what happened in the void century! She was the only person Law trusted enough to reveal his middle initial! Also, they could do horrible things together if they decided to use their devil fruits as a team. So many limbs in places they shouldn't be.

Smart, sexy, sleek, intelligent, empathetic, humorous, *might get flustered on occasion*, hobbies: riling up Usopp. Terrific and morbid sense of humour. Just *get* one another. Very close to one another in both age and height!

#one piece #smolaw #lawbin #op shipping war #tournament poll #round 2 #side B

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LawSan Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

kiss it better by adietxt - Rated G

When Sanji comes to, there's a bite of pain down his lower back, not far away from the scar he got from the avalanche in Drum Island. It's dulled, he slowly realizes, a hazy throb at most at the back of his mind, and he blinks, trying to clear his persistently blurry vision. It doesn't work. He blinks again and starts getting annoyed when his senses don't work as well as they expect him to, but just as he struggles to sit up, there's a hand on his unhurt shoulder, gently pushing him back into the bed. There's a low murmur near his ear, calming, and Sanji relaxes. He would recognize Law's voice anywhere.

"You're a Damn Fool" by Elillierose - Rated T

After a sudden storm while leaving Punk Hazard, Law goes overboard. Without thinking, Sanji dives in to save him. However, the fluctuations in the water's temperature worsens a condition he'd been trying to cover up. Ridden with guilt, Law does all he can to make sure he recovers.

Come Back [Be Here] by curlystrawhat - Rated G

“There was no ID on the scene?” asked Shachi, another one of his friends, everyone oblivious to Law’s inner tumulte “Is there any way to find out who he is?” he asks “My boyfriend” Law talks, automatically, lifeless even, he can’t breathe Everyone around who heard it whip their heads to stare at the doctor in shock, Law can’t blame them, he never talks about his personal life here. “What?” Shachi asked, stunned “Law, what’s his name?” Law feels his chest constrict, the air getting thinner “S-Sanji” he wheezes “Oh God, Sanji” he’s starting to hyperventilate, he can’t do this, he can’t Or Law was working a normal night shift on the ER, when the ambulance comes with a victim of a violent attack, turns out, the victim is his boyfriend. What the hell is happening?

easy as breathing by dollcewrites - Rated T

Drowning was the most pleasant thing Law had ever done.

Don't Leave Yourself In The Dark by amberlazuli - Rated M

Law might be a doctor, but he’s not accustomed to playing nursemaid. However, in this case, he can’t even say that he minds all that much.

Lucid Dreams by avoidingavoidance - Rated E

On the way to Dressrosa, Law has to find some way to keep himself sane. Unfortunately, the safe haven he finds comes with some unexpected side effects.

Little pleasures by robinelli - Rated E

All the ways Sanji can be happily bisexual and in bed with Law.

The crew finds out and Zoro is strangely annoyed.

An anthology.

Crush by Alexis_C - Rated T

The Strawhat Pirates have a crush on one Trafalgar Law.

go ahead, cut deep by revolvermonkcelot - Rated M

[Sanji understands then that he is a toy. A fun little distraction Law gets to trot out when his existential terror or crushing loneliness or just plain fucking boredom threatens to overwhelm him. Animals like him don’t understand kindness, he thinks, biting down on his own irritation; they catch a glimpse of underbelly and think it an invitation to feast. And he’d be far more fucking angry about it were it not for the wounded stink rolling off Law in waves; sick-sweet, like an old injury left to fester. A thick and cloying fear. What is Dressrosa to you? Sanji asks. He half expects Law to withdraw; to stalk away, affronted by his boldness, but he just pauses for a long moment. Lets out a long, uneven breath, lips curled in a bitter facsimile of a smile. Hand loose at Sanji’s throat. The end, probably, he says.] or: Sanji gets an earring

Bedside Manner by tulikettu (mamonaku) - Rated M

a severe injury forces Sanji to recuperate on the Polar Tang. Fortunately, Law is on hand to oversee his physical therapy.

Quiet Before the Storm by AnonymousKitten - Rated G

Law falls asleep on the Sunny's deck. Sanji has a crisis

Summer Island's heat by Mukashii - Rated E

The Mugiwara have been sailing in the heat for some time and finally reach a summer island where the crew's cook will meet the captain of the Heart by chance. The temperature will rise a notch when Law decides to get closer to him during their stay.

It Doesn't Matter by Roselle_Storm - Rated G

“It doesn’t matter.”

Sanji felt his heart jump at those words but forced himself to focus on the rest. It’s impossible that Law is his soulmate. They have crossed paths plenty of times before. Those can’t possibly be Law’s first words to him.

Forever by Roselle_Storm - Rated G

Sanji has a nightmare and Law comforts him

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akemilyre · 7 months

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This my first ever fanfiction . Please if you don't want spoilers don't read until after the Zou arc. Kara is my One Piece Oc. I can touch up on her later.

A lot has happened since Dressrosa . A late night on the tang leaves Kara and Law a moment alone. Neither knowing what to say after certain events that have happened .They let the moment take way . Leaving Law to make a certain request as Captain.

It was another late night on the Tang. Which had been submerged for about 2 days now. Daily chores were done and Kara had just finished her work for the day. Putting the paperwork away that was scattered on her desk she looked over at the patient beds. Which were currently occupied in the med bay by the Straw hats that were traveling with the heart pirate crew to Wano. There were seven extra people on the ship now, to make things easier for sleeping arrangements the med level of the ship was turned into a makeshift sleeping quarters . The two Samurai in the private med rooms and the Straw had men In what was the post op room / exam room. Robin, much to Ikaku's delight, got to share a room with her. She had never said it out loud, but Kara knew that she missed her when she switched rooms to share with the captain. Stating that he was tired of her having to go back to her room in the morning and might as well just stay.

Speaking of which, it was almost midnight. She really should go and check on him, to make sure he isn't overworking himself. They had only left Zou a day ago and Law wanted to do a check up on the entire crew along with they're venturing companions. Especially after finding out they had a run in with Jack and poisonous gas made by Caesar. She didn't blame him, they both witnessed what “Land of the dead '' did back on Punk Hazard. Never doubting the skill of the Straw Hats adorable doctor. Treatment was still needed for the crew, wounds were still healing after battle not only from Zou, but from Dressrosa, and her own after helping Nami and the others evade Big Moms ship. Of course he would want to make sure his crew was okay after all of that . But that meant copious amounts of paperwork for her and their captain. As she left the post op she noticed that the door to the Op room was open.

With an exhale she walked over thinking Zoro got lost again on his way to the bathroom. Going in fully ready to reprimand and scold him for getting lost in what she considers a simple ship layout she noticed someone sleeping on the operating table. The lights were off so she couldn't fully tell who it was. Walking over she noticed a very recognizable white hat resting on top of the sleeping figure. Kara smiled and turned on the light, and walked over gently lifting the hat off of her sleeping Captains face.

His closed eyes stirred as they met the light, opening one eye to see who had disturbed his sleep. Greeted by the kind smile of his pink headed nurse.

“You know the only ones who sleep on these beds are those in critical condition, and are about to be dissected“ she stated with a soft giggle. “Dissected? That's an interesting way to put what actually goes on in this room” he said as he sat up and stretched. He rubbed the back of his head then reached for his hat which Kara was still holding. “Regardless, you picked a weird place to take a nap. You do know you have a sofa in your office or, better yet, a bed on level four. What are you doing in here anyways?“ She looked around at the sterile room only used for dire situations. He placed his hat back on his head and pointed over to the medical storage that held the more perishable supplies.There was a clipboard on the counter next to it .Come to think of it, they had been gone for about a month and a half now, a lot of the supplies were probably bad by now. They froze the plasma and blood which prolonged its shelf life, but it wasn’t as simple with other supplies. On top of that the crew hadn’t been on the ship for about two weeks now. The realization that she left with Law to help and neither one of them had any intention of coming back alive.

“So how much of it went bad?’ She asked.

“All of the saline which makes sense, it's only good for twenty eight days. We’ll have to get more soon. What about you? How's your work going?”

Kara thought back to the patient reports she was putting together prior, from all of the checkups they had done. Doing some mental math on how much was left to do. “It's coming along, I’m about halfway through. It's taking a bit longer than normal since we have extra people on the ship”. Then a thought occurred to her. “Although there is one person we neglected to give a proper checkup” she stated as she walked over to the cabinet that held extra examination supplies.

He raised his brow in confusion as he went through the mental catalog of crew members to see who he missed. “Really who?”. She turned back to him putting on latex rubber gloves and pointed at him. “You , my dear captain”

He groaned “Really. Come on Kara, I’m fine”. She gave him a look staring straight at his bandaged arm that was severed and mended in Dressrosa, then stared back at him. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She just continued to walk over with the blood pressure monitor in hand which she grabbed from the cabinet. They say doctors make the worst patients. Law fits that description to a tee. She continued to stare at him until he eventually relented, pushing said arm out so she could wrap the band around his upper arm. Letting out a heavy sigh “Fine”.

She smiled “ Thank you, now stay still so I can get a proper reading, relax and keep both feet flat on the floor”. She began to pump and meticulously watch the needle on the gauge as it moved, recording the results that followed. He watched her focus state as she went through the steps of the procedure, trying his hardest to be on his best behavior. She had a far better bedside manner than his own but if he gave her any sort of a hard time she’d be sure to make this experience a living hell. Going off of past personal experiences. He always seemed to notice how gentle she was during these procedures. Always trying to make sure that no step in the process was uncomfortable or unnerving for whoever was the patient. She steadily made her way through the exam, checking the back of his throat with a tongue depressor, also checking the ears with the otoscope. She pulled out the pupil gauge and shined into his eyes. He looked past the light straight into hers which burned with focused intensity.

He loved her eyes and how they reflected her kindness. Even now when she was locked in concentration, there was still a shine in her eyes that represented the gentleness and compassion she had shown him countless times. He got so lost in thought staring at them he almost missed what she said. “Hmm?”

“I said your eyes are fine, they dilated to a beautiful 3mm, perfectly healthy” she responded, turning off the gauge and placing it back down onto the tray next to them. “Although I didn’t think anything was wrong with them in the first place.” She was adjusting the stethoscope onto her ears and moved behind him so she could listen to the mitral valve better.

She gave him the signal to take a deep breath, then started to listen intently. Listening in making sure there wasn’t any irregularity to show signs of things like murmurs, damage to the valves or chambers. Just listening to the heart beat, his heart. She got lost in the cadence, it was so full of life and warmth. The sound was hypnotizing like white noise used to lull her to sleep each night. It was a sound that she thoroughly enjoyed.Until she realized that she had been listening for longer than needed. She snapped out of her trance.She quickly recorded her results and moved back around to the front of Law.

“ How do I look?” Law asked, letting out a sight with a smirk.She took off her stethoscope and draped it around her neck. “ Well there seems to be no damage to your heart or lungs , blood pressure is regular , everything seems to be fine which is good considering what all happened in Dressrosa.” She let out a sigh of relief with a soft smile. Robin told her what all happened after “The Sunny” left. A lot happened in the span of one day.

“Although I’m more concerned about your arm , I’m curious If there is any difference in its motor functions. Can we test it?” He raised it to get a better look at it. After the fight he was bandaged up and he had been taking care of it since. Although the means of reattachment wasn’t ideal he hadn’t noticed a difference in how it used to be. He had no reason to question it. In fact there wasn’t really a need for the entire checkup. But he was letting her anyway not for his sake but for hers. He knew he was fine . She needed to confirm for herself that he was okay.. He then remembered the embrace she gave him when they reunited , the tears in her eyes. She must have been so worried and out of her mind. Since then she had rarely let him out of her sight. Almost like if she looked away for more than five seconds he would disappear forever.

He let her continue. He pushed his arms equally against the force of her arms pulling on his forearms. He knew the procedure so he didn't need instruction.

Kara was focused on trying to discern whether there was a difference in pressure in the muscles. As the test continued his hand ended up in hers as she assessed the muscle memory in each of his tattooed fingers. Nothing , nothing at all was wrong. He was as healthy as he always was. She felt foolish. Of course nothing was wrong ,he very rarely got sick and he was a doctor , so he knew how to take care of himself. Kara sat there holding his hand staring at the word “Death” spread across his fingers. The word that she knew he was so willing to embrace in Dressrosa. He almost did , without her. She got sent with Nami’s team when the plan went south. She almost lost him.

Just that thought alone. She knew that when they left. She embraced the thought of possibly dying herself ,but when it came down to it. She was left to live , without him. How could she, the thought of a world without him. Tears started to flow from her eyes and they started to stain their hands.The mere thought left her devastated and heartbroken. His grip tightened at the sight. Using his other arm he pulled her towards him so she was now crying into his chest. Making sure to hold on tightly to her as if to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere.

They stayed like that for a bit. He wasn't the best with emotions , so he didn't know exactly how to handle this except to just let her get it out. She was always there when he needed her. With a smile in hand. He just wanted that smile to live on , when another he knew didn’t. He never stopped to think about how that decision would affect her.

Kara dried the tears from her eyes trying hard to compose herself. “I’m sorry , I don’t know what came over me”.

He just let out a deep breath , “ We both know that's a lie, and it’s fine”

They sat there in silence neither one of them were exact experts when it came to a relationship like this. It comes from how the both of them were brought up. But if Ikkaku were here she would probably push for them to talk about it more , you know, hash out the feelings. But they knew each other too well.

“I was willing to die with you”

“I know”

“You left me to live without you”

“Yeah”

“You can be so cruel” he could hear the smile in her voice. “But I would ,not just for you, but for anyone on the crew. You're all so precious to me, you most of all.” He pulled her in tighter.

“Thinking like that is dangerous” She giggled a little at the irony.

“You're one to talk. But I’m a medic, I’d do anything to keep you alive .”

He knew he couldn’t stop her even if he tried, once she had her mind set on something. But he knew didn’t want anyone doing that for him again. He got lucky when he found someone that valued his life more than he did. Then coming across multiple people who he was able to share a kinship with and trusted him . Then finding her ,a mixture of both and more. He pushed her bangs back and rested his lips on her forehead.

“Fine , but as your captain I have one order for you”

He raised her head by the chin so that she could look directly into his golden orbs .

“ Do anything in your power to keep us alive , but under no circumstance are you allowed to die for anyone, especially me. I can’t lose you too.”

At that moment she understood why , and smiled . Not knowing what to say at such a request.She wasn’t upset anymore.That was it no more thinking about the end. Now all that was left to do was , live. That was the new goal. Stay alive for each other. The thought brought her so much joy that all she could manage to say was …

“Yes , Captain”

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everynicorobin · 9 months

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Favorite Robin panels, cont.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Sabaody (cont.)

Chapter 495

Look at her. What's she doing. What is that face. I love her.

Chapter 496

Top ten funniest panels in One Piece

Chapter 507

I really respect her decision. She could have taken the easy way out and saved herself and everyone a lot of trouble by skipping out on getting the Road Poneglyphs, but she has enough faith in herself and the crew to know that they'll make it on their own.

Chapter 510

I admire this quick thinking. Her Clutch move might have worked by redirecting the beam at the sky, but she might not have been able to generate enough hands to pull that off in time, especially considering (though they didn't know this at the time) that this Kuma is a robot duplicate. So she does the next best thing: Slam his jaw closed like an alligator's and blow him up from the inside.

Chapter 512

Although it was Usopp who grabbed her at the time, I appreciate the similarities between this panel and the ones where Robin is rescued from Aokiji and then abducted to safety on the sea train.

Tequila Wolf

Chapter 593

She loves them so much!! She's turning down the chance of a lifetime so she can go be with Luffy in his time of need! Just starts crying just starts crying

Chapter 596

auuguhughh she loves her friends

Sabaody (return)

Chapter 599

Look at her!! She's so happy to come back and meet up with everyone :')

Chapter 600

And she wants to see Luffy again so much!! Ms Robin I love you!!

Fishman Island

Chapter 605

This one is great because this is the first time Robin's drawing something unusual they've seen, but she acts like it's a habit for her. Plus, this is what the sketch ended up as:

Chapter 616

This is just a lovely shot of her. Look at her. Keep looking at her. Beautiful.

Chapter 628

This is a very nice moment - very peaceful and calm, yet her words hold some kind of weight. We've gotten more hints as to Joyboy's identity at this point, but back then he was just as big a mystery as the One Piece itself.

Chapter 629

God this is so funny. Why'd she do it like this. She could have stopped their fight any other way.

Chapter 643

A very cool Robin! Her pose is great here, especially with the sunglasses, and she very casually deflects their praise onto Jinbe, not taking any credit.

Chapter 648

Another adorable Robin and Chopper moment! She doesn't even ask if he needs help, she just supports him without a word.

Chapter 648

I love that she chose to hold his head like that instead of holding him under the arms like a normal person

Chapter 649

She knows how to do an epic reveal and puts that talent to good use. It's a serious subject, not only because they're talking about a potentially destructive power, but because that power belongs to a young girl who has no idea of her true ability.

Punk Hazard

Chapter 655

A super cute panel where she enjoys Usopp's misery while feeding Luffy :)

Chapter 659

An amazing panel for several reasons. Robin's inner thoughts are cute as always. Based on Luffy's lack of worry or "How will we get across?" attitude, it seems he has the same idea as Robin. Usopp knows them well enough to read their minds at this point. Absolutely incredible.

Chapter 661

A great scary Robin face and all she wants to do is steal the enemy's clothes

Chapter 665

Her cold fury for the fact that Franky is making weird faces in Chopper's body culminating in her commanding him to never speak again is just hilarious

Chapter 673

Always very funny to see how not seriously they take to being kidnapped and tied up, and the fact that they're reminiscing about when Robin was an enemy is doubly amusing

Chapter 696

HER HOODIE

Dressrosa

Chapter 700

Yet another peek into her vivid imagination

Chapter 705

The combination of the hat and sunglasses gives her a very classy look here

Chapter 711

This is Robin's first expression of comic shock and I love it so much

Chapter 711

Another great expression, coupled with the fact that this is the moment Usopp's habit of self-aggrandizing and lying finally breaks her

Chapter 728

Robin gives off the air of, and often is, sensible. It's moments like these that really stand out, when she's swayed by a sob story (even if she's not crying) or walking headfirst into danger.

Chapter 728

Her second expression of comic shock, even better than the first since she's participating in a group gag this time

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

#tree of knowledge #fujikos-gun

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edengarden · 1 year

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Personal space? Never heard of her.

Synopsis: When Caesar’s bored, he’ll make it known to you. Not that you ever invited him to do so.

Pairing: Caesar Clown x gn!reader

Warnings: profanity, Caesar has no concept of personal space

Word count: 1454

Notes: quick and simple, I just felt like I needed to FINALLY write some Caesar x reader interaction and this was the easiest way to do so.

As a pirate, if anyone would’ve ever told your past self that one day, you’d “work” in a lab, you probably would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. You never had the qualifications for it anyway; poor education, lengthy criminal record, probably not even smart enough for it, zero patience, and the list goes on. However, seeing how Caesar functions, you’ve been violently proven that no, against all odds, someone who doesn’t have what it takes to be a sciencey person can still be a sciencey person. Or a “mad scientist”, as he likes to call himself. It really goes to show that, well… you’ve heard of more qualified scientists before.

However, Doflamingo wasn’t going to spit on the opportunity in front of him. Which is how you and Monet ended up spending most of your time on Punk Hazard, in the freezing fucking cold, while the rest of your crew was enjoying nice, warm, sunny days in Dressrosa. Though you can’t complain; at least the two of you figured out a schedule in which you’d rotate every three weeks so one has to put up with Caesar while the other can get some time off in Dressrosa. It was a pretty good system and you’re glad that Monet thought of it and got it approved, but it also meant that you now had to deal with Caesar on your own. It meant that there was one less person to put up with him.

It meant that he’d concentrate his eccentricity on you. For three weeks.

You’ve seen better days.

And in moments like those, where he apparently felt the great need to come bother you, you wonder how Monet deals with it when you’re not around. Does she simply ignore him? You’ve tried that. It leads to disastrous bitchfits (you like to call them Caesar’s World Famous Bitchfits. Not that you’ve ever told him. A WFB would ensue). Does she entertain him? You’ve also tried that. It’s incredibly hard to keep up with him.

So, at this point in time, you feel truly lost as to how you’re supposed to get through this. The only thing you haven’t tried (and that you can think of) was to simply… put up with it until it blows over. But it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant solution you’ve ever thought of.

“What are you up to now?” You barely had the chance to even process that the telltale sound of hissing gas started bouncing off the room’s walls before Caesar was practically looming over your shoulder as you peered at the notes Monet had left you during those three weeks you were away. Considering that most of them were Caesar-related and that it wasn’t exactly praise, you were quick to shut the notebook closed before the man in question could read what was being said about him. Caesar let out a small cackle at your frantic actions. “Are you hiding something from me?” He asked and, seeing as you couldn’t take a look at his face at the moment, you had no idea if he was being serious or if he was joking.

You would rather be safe than sorry, so you decide to turn your head to look over your shoulder to take a peek at his mood before answering, only to be absolutely jumpscared by the close proximity between the two of you. The way you reacted could probably be compared to how a cat reacts in the face of a cucumber. “Good god!” You exclaim before leaning back to put some distance between you and Caesar’s face, which had been literally looming over your shoulder up until now. How did you not feel his proximity? Was it because of the whole gas-gas fruit situation? Probably. That’s a dangerous fucking ability to have. Why was he that close anyway?

You silently fumed as he cackled at your reaction. Leave it up to him to feel entertained by your discomfort, if you could call it that. It felt more like a heart attack to you. “Don’t you have shit to do?” You asked rather rudely as he quieted down. At the mention, his face morphed into a more annoyed expression.

“I have time to kill.” He replied. Ah. That was his version of ‘I have to wait for something that catalysts can’t help with and I don’t want to’. You’re a bit familiar by now. Knowing how he gets in situations like these, you were careful to keep a tight grip on the notebook you were keen on hiding from him. Lest he finds a way to snatch it simply to get a rise out of you.

“Yeah, well, I don’t.” You snapped back, promptly ignoring him when he leaned his entire upper half on the table, reenacting a deflating balloon in some way.

“Come on, humor me a little! It’s not like there’s anyone else here that you can interact with.” He pushed. You were tempted to tell him that actually, he’s got plenty of subordinates who would be more than happy to entertain him in whatever way he wanted to be entertained, but you were fully aware that Caesar didn’t consider them anywhere good enough to talk to. Which then makes you wonder why you’d be any different. As far as you’re concerned, you’re just a pirate. Yes, you can read and write, but that’s about as far as it goes. The hell would he want with you?

“Actually, I do pretty well in solitude.” You quipped with a shrug of your shoulders. Caesar, the ever extroverted bastard he was, wailed quite dramatically and let his head fall on his arms that he had crossed on the table. You’re a bit disappointed that he didn’t accidentally smack his forehead on the table instead.

“Don’t you at least know how to have a conversation? C’mon, I’m curious. Tell me what’s going on in that noggin of yours.” He raised a gloved hand and attempted to poke at your temple but you leaned back to avoid him. Was he this annoying with Monet? Because she never seems to bring it up in the notes.

Caesar made another dramatic expression at your aversion to his touch, pouting like a child that had just been scolded. “Even if it’s just the most mundane of thoughts, I promise I won’t laugh. Too much.” He said, eyes scanning your face for just the slightest of cracks in your resolve. “Anything goes! Talk about the damn weather if you want, talk about Monet. Fuck, you could talk about how poor you were as a child and it would be better than nothing!”

“Bold of you to assume I was poor as a child.” You replied with a raised eyebrow, only to mentally curse at yourself when Caesar smirked in return. Oh, that was a fucking bait. Goddamn it.

“Are you saying you weren’t?” If he weren’t made of gas, and if you were certain that your hand wouldn’t phase right through him, you might’ve hit him. A part of you wants to question him and why he was being so nosy in the first place, or at least snap some snarky retort back at him, but you know that it would count as ‘conversation’ to him and you’d play right into his hands. He’d win. You know damn well that the smartest option is to simply ignore him and do something else until he goes away.

“Why does it need to be about me? Can’t you just go on a rant like usual and I can pretend to listen?” But you’re not smart or wise enough to use the smartest option. You half expected him to take you up on that suggestion and go off on some monologue about his research, or how he missed Smiley, or how he was such a genius for synthesizing SAD. Anything to gloat about how he’d “won”, about how you keeled over and decided to entertain him. However, what wasn’t on your bingo card was him rising from his sprawled out spot on the table and staying incredibly quiet for a few moments. It was such an alarming occurrence that you actually turned towards him and asked what was going on. “You good?” As soon as you looked at him, he averted his eyes to avoid direct eye contact. Even you knew something wasn’t good.

“Peachy! Yes, never been better!” Caesar hastily replied with an exaggerated, closed-eye smile, clasping his hands together conclusively. He was standing oddly straight, for someone who was usually the victim of a terrible, gas-gas induced posture. “W-well! Would you look at that! I think the crystallization should be happening any moment now!” He exclaimed, already turning on his heels to scamper out of the room. You were too intrigued by his odd behavior to say anything at the moment. From the look on his face, whatever it was that you said that caused this, it was a sore spot. “Wonderful conversation! Truly captivating! Don’t come looking for me! Bye now!” And he was out the sliding door before you could even take your first breath of Caesar-free air.

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