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mx-giraffe · 4 months
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Okay but what if there was a fic where Ace and Law meet in the coffee shop that Ace works at, Law always orders a straight black coffee and Ace always jokes about his soul. And so Law works at this hospital and then one day he’s telling Ace about this really annoying patient who won’t stop talking and keeps asking for meat for some reason!! Ace just sort of watches him rant about it with a grin cuz he knows who Law’s annoying patient is and then one day Ace goes with Luffy to his doctor’s appointment and when Law walks in the room and sees them, his face is like “???”. Then Ace is like “Hey Law” and then Luffy’s like “OMG ACE YOU KNOW TORAO???!!” And Law’s just like “what the fuck.”
Bonus if gay
And extra bonus if Luffy’s like “hey is Torao the hot doctor with tattoos you told me about?!” And Law turns his head to look at Ace SO FAST and Ace is like bright red and he’s like “shutupshutupshutup” and Law’s face is like “OKAY WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???”
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What a wonderful library! I’ve been having a hard time finding good stories for these two fools.
I was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics that have family aspects? Like meeting the family type fic?
Thank you so much for this blog, it’s definitely a must have for fic readers.
Hi lovely anon, thank you so much! We hope we can make it much easier for you!
Yes, we got you! Here are some suggestions for you:
Menace by chenziee (T)
After finding out their sweet, innocent little brother is dating the creepy, dark, and mean Surgeon of Death, pure, honest dread descended upon Sabo and Ace. Someone was going to suffer in this relationship. And it sure as hell wasn't going to be Luffy.
All I want by betsib (G)
Luffy invites Law to spend Christmas with him and his brothers. Written for Truffyfest Secret Santa 2023
Calendars for the Doctor by Raiya (T)
„Ah, I almost forgot. Here that’s for you, Merry Christmas.“ Luffy grinned broadly and handed a flat, wrapped gift to him. It felt like a magazine. „We made that for work actually but each of us got a special one, Iva said we should give it to our special person, and with you saving my life and us becoming friends I thought it would be you for me right?“
Grandfather's love by chenziee (G)
"Why didn’t you tell us who your grandfather was?” For years, Law's lived his life alone without a family, only accompanied by his friends and crew. He was pretty damn sure he had no living family to speak of, and he most certainly had no grandfather.
How to get an A in Biology by Mischa_L (G)
Luffy convinces Law to come over to his place to help him study for his biology exam... chaos ensues. Modern AU.
Song for Someone by Dawn_Twilight_Harlequin (T)
It's now winter break at New World University, and many of the students are expected to go home. Law however, not really having any family, wanted to stay at the college dorms. But his roommate Luffy invited him to come over his house for the break. Well, there goes his peace and quiet.
-Mod Raiya
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madameredart · 4 months
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Why do work when you can do Dr Trafalgar Law?
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Uncensored version on my twitter and Bluesky
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xraiyax · 4 months
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Here is the fanfic I wrote for the Christmas Exchange ☺️
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biccshacc · 2 years
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Yes im totally sick, so help me
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gildedmuse · 2 years
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The ZoLaw AU Nobody Asked For Where...
Zoro is a Sergeant in the newly formed North-East Allied Army and the rest of his company are keeping themselves distracting, boasting about their girls back home. How pretty they are, how often they write, how much they miss them, etc while Zoro just sits there, polishing his sword, doesn't say anything.
Hee, seems like Roronoa doesn't have anyone. Maybe that's why he's always polishing his sword, guys. [Cue bad jokes.]
When they wind up back at a base after a bad fight and out storms this incredibly attractive - like, shit, did anyone mention there is a fucking war on and supplies are limited so maybe spare some of that sexy for the rest of us - doctor with dark hair and glasses and a stern look that lets you know he isn't to be messed with.
Marching right over to Zoro, grabbing onto him, and yanking him in close for an absolutely searing kiss.
Law can't believe Zoro-ya got separated from his squadron for TWO HOURS, right after a damn fire fight, too. Don't you dare scare him like that again, or next time he'll just let you lose both ankles.
And no one is about to admit it but they're all sort of jealous (and in awe) of the young green haired sergeant.
He did attach himself to another unit, this time, rather than trying to come back on his own.
Well, Law didn't KNOW that, did he?
All he heard was someone give Zoro-ya's unit's number, and a rough head count of the injured, dead and missing. Law has been waiting for over an hour, terrified when they got back Zoro-ya wouldn't even be with them!
No, no, damnit, just take him to the medical tent - they're not waiting for Cesar, damnit, they'll do it without the anesthesia!
Law has to go, if Zoro-ya has gone missing again before Law gets back he'll seriously think about shooting the boy himself.
He'll station himself outside and wait for Law there.
Kissing Law again, before he lets himself be dragged along by Law.
You can hear the rest of the camp muttering.
It doesn't seem right some kid like Roronoa would have someone that attractive, and a doctor, and who can see him on the front line.
(That's not fair, Zoro is just as popular with other soldiers as he is unpopular. Plenty of the drafted boys adore him, a lot of the commissioned officers less so.... Either you think he's an great guy, always watching after newbies, too, and even if he's not the funniest or more exciting guy he never gets down or hopeless, plus he's one crazy son of a bitch when it comes to battle. Or else you think he's just some untrained gutter rat who has so far been lucky, whose whole "I fight with a sword" act is deserving of nothing but ridicule and, well, eventually likely a foreseeable death.)
(Those predisposed to dislike Roronoa can't believe a ratty looking kid like THAT managed to find someone as well put together as that doctor. The rest of the unit, they don't resent Zoro for having a guy, but it's just like.... Not what they expected at all.)
("Hmm, I don't know, maybe some girl who makes a living fighting people on street corners?" - if absolutely forced to guess who Roronoa had waiting for him back home.)
("Swords." - Probably the better answer. "Who is Roronoa going home to when this is over? That's an easy one. Just more swords.")
Law would be so offended if he found out.
Zoro wouldn't, and couldn't give less of a fuck what the rest of the unit think of him, especially when it comes to their weird habit of comparing girlfriends. What does it matter what they think?
But Law would be offended for him.
Actually, Zoro-ya could have had just about anyone he wanted, and Law is lucky the other boy puts up with him as much as he does. Shows what these idiots know.
All ruffled up. Yes, he knows it's just one of those stupid macho solider things, but still! How dare they suggest Zoro-ya wasn't surrounded by beautiful women absolutely throwing themselves at him.
(He definitely isn't. Law would DESTROY them if they tried.)
(He might have been, once, but Law took care or that)
They wouldn't be saying those things if they saw Zoro-ya in his dress uniform, all buttoned and scrubbed up and looking so handsome.
(Of course, almost no one has seen Zoro looking like that in his dress uniform. Every time he's even bothered to make the attempt, he always checks with Law to see if he did okay, and by the time Law is done with him, he's left in at least twice as much of a mess.)
I'm sure plenty of Zoro's officers immediately decide that there is no way someone like Roronoa is worthy of a man that pretty to look at. They must have met after the war had started, after all the good ones had already gone. Poor doctor, probably didn't have much of a choice with just losers and cowards left to pick from.
But of course now that they're here, well, they can show Law what a real man can offer?
Law utterly nonplused. As a surgeon he outranks most of them, and it's honestly embarrassing how these men are willing to humiliate themselves in front of a superior office like that.
(There were a few times, in the beginning, where Law let some of the less terrible ones get away with it, even pay them attention, sometimes return the flirtation with a smile. That's only when Zoro-ya has been gone a particularly long time, and yet now that he's back he seems to have plenty of time for his unit, helping the new kids adjust, going around to see some of the wounded, helping their medic Chopper to replace all his supplies and beating up anyone who tries to hold back on him just because he's young and not "a real doctor" or whatever shit they want to sprout.)
(And of course all of that is important and admirable and part of why Law loves him. But Zoro-ya should also find time for Law.)
(He had thought maybe if Zoro-ya saw other people paying him so much attention, maybe he would want Law to spend less time with them and more with him.)
(He didn't expect Zoro-ya to look so heartbroken over some innocent flirting - look, if that kind of guy is what Law wants then Zoro isn't going to stop him - and he definitely hadn't realized than just because Zoro-ya doesn't CARE what they say, doesn't mean he doesn't LISTEN, and think that maybe Law feels the way they all claim he does.)
(Since that, Law has always been fiercely protective of his Zoro-ya with those asshole solider boys. No one makes his Zoro-ya feel like he isn't PRECISELY what Law wants.)
[Credit to @jhaernyl for walking through ideas with me as usual]
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inkskinned · 7 months
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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sualne · 10 months
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he's fiiiiine.
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jadedchainsaw · 2 months
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I forgo Marco- FUCK
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wibblyowzah · 3 months
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You were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be.
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erenalias · 7 months
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“But House MD is unrealistic because of all the medical malpractice!!”
WRONG
House MD is unrealistic because he gives the proper diagnosis more often than not
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wesaier · 5 months
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Doctor Trafalgar
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White Day
Hello lovely readers, it's white day so here are two fics for white day for you <3 A White Day to Remember by Straw_Hat3 (T)
“Ahh. I no-ticed that you aren’t taking off the fourteenth.” The nurse stutters as he twists his fingers together. Law raises an eyebrow curiously. Putting his pen down as he waits for Bepo to continue. The taller man jumps to attention when he notices that Law’s eyes are still on him. “W-well it’s just that it’s White Day.” Law’s other eyebrow joins the first. “So?” Bepo just blinks at Law. His expression clearly shows frustration at Law’s apathy. “But Captain! It’s White Day. You know the day that happens a month after Valentine's? Where you’re supposed to give a reciprocal gift you got on Valentine's?” The bigger man’s voice gets higher and more incredulous with each sentence.
How Luffy Stole His Mate by crazykittylover and quackquackcey
When Law is startled by a man-eating harpy, he never imagines that the same harpy would give him love advice and more
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halbarryislife · 5 months
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the caves of androzani (1984) | the giggle (2023)
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lonelyzarquon · 2 months
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pseudopigeons · 2 months
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had this silly idea of walter white chopper from a discord convo ft traffy as jesse
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