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Supernova Trio (Hand Holding)
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Law
-He will hold his S/O with his free hand
-It takes forever for Law to hold his lover’s hands. He isn’t one for public display of affection.
-He will probably start holding his lover’s hand subconsciously on walks around a new island they are exploring or shopping
-It starts off with him slightly his hands brushing the back of his lover’s hand. He moves his hand away from his lover’s hands quickly and acts nonchalantly.
-Later it will have his index finger wrapped with his lover as he is glancing away and staring at something interesting.
-He will pull away when his crew is found staring and feeling a bit shy
-It is small steps with him before he tangles his fingers with his S/O and he enjoys his time walking with them
-He might give his S/O knuckles a slight kiss
-He does enjoy how his S/O drags him around to see things.
-And while his crew were to show excitement at first, they now learned to contain their excitement so as not to embarrass their captain.
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Kid
-Kid loves holding his S/O hand.
-He does switch hands from his metallic hand to his right hand.
-No matter what hand he uses his S/O hand will look considerably smaller. As his hands wrap around his S/O hand engulfing it.
-If he is about to lose his temper his S/O can squeeze his right hand and it does help calm him down a bit
-His metallic hand is cold to the touch, and yet when holding his S/O hand he is still so gentle with them
-He will grab his S/O hand when they are walking around the island, he will also hold his hand even as they are taking a break and sitting
-It is a way to show off that his S/O is taken
-He will nibble on his S/O’s fingers or the back of their hand if S/O is getting too shy
-He wouldn’t want his S/O to get away and holding his S/O also shows that they belong to him and only him
-He will have his S/O drag him to shops as they walk around
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Luffy
-Luffy is holding his s/o hand even before his S/O become they become S/O
-He is dragging his S/O around town anywhere he sees something interesting
-He holds his S/O hands tightly as they adventure together
-He will hold his S/O wrist if their hands are busy
-He will grip his S/O a little too tight at first but after a while, he gets a good handle on it.
-He will wander around, but if his S/O is holding his hand it will be like a leash, but if his S/O gives a light tug he will be right back.
-He will forget he is holding his S/O hand as he reaches for something or tries to grab something.
-At times he will also drop his S/O hands and chase after something before he always come back
-He will give his S/O a gentle squeeze and a large smile if his S/O ever feels down or to comfort his S/O
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cyborg-franky · 3 months
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Sitting with them in silence just for company
Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader SFW
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You knew where to find him, every night the Tang was above water, settled near an island he would spend his evenings outside, staring across the ocean, trapped in thoughts as deep as the sea and just as turbulent as the storms that rolled in.
Pushing the big metal door, it groaned and alerted the captain of your presence, Law didn't say anything, simply watching you make your way over on unsure feet. The ocean was calm tonight but the gentle rocking still made you unsure of your balance, used to being in the belly of the sub or on dry land.
“Is it okay if I come out here? I can’t sleep and I just wanted to get some air,” you explained and he nodded. “Sure,” it might have sounded noncommittal to people who didn’t know him but that was near enough an enthusiastic ‘that’s fine’ as you’d get from Law.
You joined him, sitting down, legs hanging off the side, arms hugging a rail to make sure you didn’t slip and fall. Honestly, the cold metal against your flushed skin felt like heaven compared to the stuffy heat from inside.
The water gently sloshing against the side of the sub sounded nice. You liked spending time with Law like this, neither of you needed to waste time and effort striking up a conversation, just settled in the same calmness as you processed your thoughts.
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You sighed, hands in your pockets as you stared at the sky, watching the stars twinkle in the heavens above as the waves gently rocked the ship. The night was perfect. Calm waves gently guided you across the ocean, watched by the moon and stars. A warm breeze filled the sails, ushering the Thousand Sunny to its next destination, another adventure.
The pleasantness of the evening felt wasted, you were bored and alone, and everyone already retired for the night. Save for the swordsman on watch duty, you looked up at the Crowsnest and frowned in thought, would he be happy to see you? Would he want time to himself?
You tapped your foot, fighting with yourself and weighing up your options. Sleep wasn't your friend tonight and you craved the company of your nakama. You clicked your tongue, annoyed at your hesitation when your lonely heart knew exactly what it wanted.
Climbing up to the crows nest and popping open the hatch you saw Zoro mid drink of a large bottle of beer. He stared at you with his brows raised before he took a swig of his drink. “Can’t sleep?” 
You shook your head and clambered up, shutting the hatch behind you and sitting down next to him, leaning against the side of the nest and taking a breath of the salty sea breeze, tinged now with the booze Zoro was partaking in.
Neither of you said anything else, Zoro knew you had issues with sleeping, he didn’t need to pry, your thoughts were yours unless you wanted to share them. He just moved closer, also leaning back with you.
Wordlessly he offered you a sip of beer and you shook your head, he shrugged and gulped down more. Both of you just relaxed in one another's company in a comforting silence.
Two souls swayed gently on the waves of adventure.
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starfried · 2 months
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Through and Through
first fic i've written in a VERY long time hehe. this part is a lil silly and mostly just a prologue, next part will focus more on reader and law's relationship! this part and the next part take place during law's novel, before he sets off to sea. criticism welcomed & encouraged!
slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, multipart, not proofread (im on mobile xP, will comb through it later), no use of (y/n)/(name), gn reader (they/them pronouns, no gendered nicknames)
wc: 3.2k
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You regularly found yourself lamenting the fact that you were born on a winter island. No matter how many layers you wore, or how thick your boots were, you were always freezing. Sure, the snow was beautiful when you watched it fall through a window in a warm house. But here you find yourself, lost in the woods, cursing every single snowflake that dares to cover up your previous footprints.
You kick a thick tree root in frustration, only to tumble over when your foot gets caught in it.
Great. Lovely. Whatever. You're cold, hungry and tired. If this is how you die, then oh well.
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...
"I think they're dead."
I'd rather be dead than here. You think to yourself.
Something sharp jabs into your ribs.
"OW!"
"They're not dead!"
"Are you stupid, Penguin?! That's not how you check if someone's alive!"
You lift your head to scowl at them, but are quickly thrown off. Three boys and a...polar bear?
"And you-" the boy in the spotted hat says, pointing at you, "-are YOU stupid?"
"Huh?" You don't even have time to question the bear.
"Did you seriously just fall asleep in the middle of the woods?! No shelter, no fire, not even any food?"
"N-No! I...fell. I fell and haven't gotten up yet."
He narrows his eyes at you.
"You're covered in a layer of snow. If it takes you that long to get up after falling, you really need to exercise more."
Oh. You really are covered in a layer of snow. You push yourself up from the ground, only to stumble over again as soon as you put weight on your foot. Luckily for you, the polar bear was able to catch you before you faceplant into the snow.
"I gotcha!" The polar bear says.
"A talking bear?!" You shout in surprise, pushing yourself away. Ultimately, you end up face first in the snow again.
"Oh...I'm sorry...you'd rather let yourself fall than be near me. I get it. I'm pretty gross after all..."
"Huh?! No, I'm just...surprised?" You reply, completely dumbfounded.
The boy in the spotted hat pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Just...ugh. Bepo, carry them back to the cabin with us."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You exclaim. "What cabin? You're taking me to a cabin in the middle of the woods? Can't you just...take me back to town?"
"That's over an hour walk," Spotted-Hat replies, "I doubt you can walk that far. And even if you could, the sun's almost down. I'm not going to drag you through the woods when we can barely even see."
"But...I just think that's really suspicious, y'know? Dragging me off to your cabin at night. That...sounds dangerous."
"Don't worry!" The boy with the hat covering his face chirps. "If we were gonna kill you, we would've done it already!"
"O-oh..."
"Stop whining!" Spotted-Hat barks, "What kind of doctor would I be if i just left you out here to die? You're just gonna have to trust us. Maybe this'll teach you not to wander aimlessly around the woods."
Reluctantly, you end up learning a bit about the four boys. Their names are Law, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi. They're all relatively new to Swallow Island and happen to work small jobs in the city. Law, with his medical knowledge, wraps up your sprained ankle and chastises you for frost nipped ears and nose.
"Seriously, don't you have a scarf? You've lived here your whole life and you still can't understand how serious frostbite is?"
You even get to meet the great inventor Wolf, who's actually pretty well-known in the city. Though he grumbles about having to tend to 'yet another brat', he drives you back into town the next day with little complaints.
It wouldn't be the last they saw of you, though. Far from it in fact. In an attempt to repay them for helping you, you would slowly worm your way into their daily lives.
Especially Law's.
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jesterwriting · 6 months
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hi hi i saw your requests are open! can i request something fluffy or angsty maybe a little spicy with law, where you tell him that “all i want is you” fem reader or gn reader i don’t mind! thank you🩷
pairing: law x gn!reader
contents: angst, hurt/comfort, jealous!law, you're both kinda tipsy, making out to heartfelt conversation, complimenting law because he needs it, probably ooc
word count: .9k words
note: i dont know why, but this gave me so much trouble to write it was crazy. literally gator wrestled these words in a pile of mud. i got death rolled. but i'm happy with the results and i hope you are too anon <33 thank you so much for the request! :3
playlist: science/visions by chvrches
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Law kissed you like you were about to disappear.
Hungry lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone where he nipped and sucked at your sensitive flesh. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His hands were cold as they slid up your ribcage, you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled from your lips.
Asshole. He wouldn’t think it was very funny if you tickled him mid-makeout. To keep from jamming your hands under his armpits in retribution, you busied yourself by pressing kisses to whatever part of Law your lips could reach. He groaned when you nipped at the shell of his ear, grinding his crotch against yours.
If you knew getting Law jealous would result in something so steamy, you’d do it more often. While you didn’t classify your conversation with that friendly bar patron as flirting, judging by Law’s insistence to mark every inch of skin he could find, he certainly did. You threw your head back and moaned when his teeth met the junction where your neck and shoulder met, soothing the bite with gentle laps of his tongue.
“Jeez, what’s gotten into you,” You managed to say between gasps. “Are you trying to eat me alive?”
He didn’t look up. Not a chuckle, not a glance, not even a smirk. After leaving your throat thoroughly bruised, Law moved onto your chest.
“I’ll get to that later,” He finally answered.
There was something off about Law. He refused to meet your eyes, completely single minded in his quest of turning you into a giant bruise. It wasn’t until his hands cupped your face did you notice that they were trembling. You wasted no time prying Law from your stomach, forcing him to meet your eyes. Whatever you expected, nothing prepared you for the split second glimmer of unease before it was promptly snuffed out by a glare.
“Woah, calm down, Law, you’re acting funny.”
He snorted and sat back on his heels. There was the scent of alcohol on his breath, and while you knew you indulged as well, he wouldn’t come back smelling of it from your lips alone. “Not as funny as that guy at the bar.”
Okay, he was really jealous.
“It wasn’t like that, he was telling me about the history of the town.”
Law rolled his eyes. “You were all over him.” Before the instinctual ‘was not’ was able to leave your mouth, he looked away and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His next words were barely audible, grumbled just under his breath. “You never laugh like that when you’re with me.”
Oh.
This went a little deeper than petty jealousy.
Pulling your shirt down, you sat up to meet Law’s stare. He seemed to regret the words as soon as they left his mouth, teeth clenched so tight you could see the tendons in his jaw jump. You patted the space next to you on his bed. “Sit down, we should talk.”
Stubborn as always, Law stayed standing. “I should get going, I have work to get done before morning.”
He turned on his heel, and before he was able to exit the room, your arm shot out to grab him. Law didn’t pull away from you, only let out a heavy sigh as your thumb traced tender circles onto the inside of his wrist.
“All I want is you, you know that, right?” When he didn’t respond, you tugged him closer. Law only budged because he wanted to. No one alive could make him do what he didn’t want to do. So as he slowly made his way to the bed, boots heavy against the floor, and sat down beside you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You took his tattooed hand in your own, gently playing with his fingers. Law still wouldn’t look at you, gaze fixed stubbornly at the far wall. “Come on, you have to know that.”
The silence was deafening. In a desperate attempt to fill it, you nudged Law with a half-hearted smile. “You make me laugh all the time.”
“Not like that.”
That wasn’t good. You trailed your fingers along his arms where they met at his face. Tugging on his chin to manually force him to look at you, you spoke your next words earnestly. “I love you, Law. Not some rando at the bar. Yeah, maybe he made me laugh a little, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I love your dry wit. I love your intelligence. I love how you care for everyone on this ship before anything else. You’re a good person and a good doctor, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
You must have gotten through to him because the tips of his ears were tinged pink. With a relieved smile, you placed a small peck to the corner of his lips. They twitched upwards, though you could tell Law tried to stifle it and keep his displeased expression.
“You can stop now,” He said, face two shades darker than usual.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.”
The rest of the night was spent with you singing Law’s praises that he consistently waved off, pretending like you couldn’t tell he liked it. Every so often, you would place a chaste kiss to the back of his hand or to his cheek, a sharp contrast to the hungry mouth that was on your mere minutes earlier. If Law really wanted you to stop, you would. All he had to do was say it.
Three hours passed with Law in your arms, and not once did the word ‘stop’ leave his lips.
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usernameforaboredcat · 6 months
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I’ve Got My Eye On You (Law X Blind!DoflamingosDaughter!Reader)
He had wished he had met a girl like her in a different time, a different way, with different people, with more time. More time for her.
Warning: SPOILERS for Laws Backstory
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It was early, too early to be awake. The sun was barely up, the sky still a dark colour before it could rise too high. I had opened the door to the library, not hearing a single sound. Getting in some early morning studying before any of my training.
"Hello?".
I shiver as I hear a soft voice. I look around, not seeing anyone. Am I going crazy? "Is someone there?". The voice calls out again. I find the voice, seeing a girl sitting by the window sill. "I can hear your footsteps, please tell me who's there". She says in a scared voice. "Who the hell are you?". I finally ask her. She turns to look at me, confusion in here face. "I don't think I know you, please tell me your name". She requests. "It's...Law". I answer her. She smiles softly at me. "I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you". She says happily. "I've heard the adults talk about you, when they think I'm not listening". She tells me. "So, why are you here?". She asks, suddenly changing conversation topic.
"Just some early studying". I answer. "You?". I ask. "This room has the best spot in the house to feel the sunrise". She answers. "Why not just go outside?". I ask. "I'd get lost". She simply answers. 'Seriously, how could she get lost so easily?'. "You see-". She smiles, then waving her hand over her face. "I'm blind!". She says happily. 'Shit'. "I can't go outside by myself or else I'd get lost, and I don't want my daddy to get worried about me". She explains. "Your father?". I ask her. "Yeah, he's the captain". She answers. 'HER FATHER IS DOFLAMINGO!? NO WAY!!'. "Tell me, what do you think of him?". She asks me. "He's my teacher, what else is there for me to say?". I respond. She hums, turning away to face the window. "What do you think about uncle Cora?". She asks. I tsk at her question. "He's a clumsy idiot, he hates kids so why would you care?". I ask her back.
"Come, sit with me". She requests. "The sun will be rising soon, it's nice and warm". She adds. I decide to join her, walking over and taking a seat next to her on the little sofa in front of the window. She moves to lean against the window, resting her arms and chin on the ledge. "It's been a long time since I've seen a sunset, I'm scared I'll eventually forget what they look like". She admits. She turns to face me, I look deep into her eyes. "You're still here, right?". She asks. "Yeah, I'm here". I reassure her. She smiles happily, laying her cheek on her arms. "I'm sorry, I'm just used to people leaving. Since I can't see I don't notice when they leave". She explains. "I don't get why they do that, like I'm not gonna forget that they left but...I never have the courage to bring it up". She adds.
"You said before that you could see, what happened?". I ask her. "I-...". She hums. "I ate a devil fruit that my father gave me". She answers. "He gave me the fruit and I ate it, seconds later I couldn't see a single thing. Asking him 'who turned off the lights? why is it so dark?' and he figured it out, explaining that I had lost my vision. With eating a fruit you loose the ability to swim, I lost that and my vision. That was 2 years ago, I was only 5". She explained. 'So she's only 7'. "So what's your power then?". I ask. "Funnily enough it's called the Vision Vision Fruit, I can see visions of the future when I touch someone skin to skin. Daddy doesn't let me touch anyone, he doesn't let me see anyone's future other than his". She explains. She turns away, resting her head to look out the window again. She smiles softly as the sun finally rises high enough to shine through the window, enjoying the warmth.
"We should chat like this every morning, it's nice to finally talk to someone".
~
And that's what I did. I met with her every morning and we'd chat, she mainly talked to me and I would listen. I could never tell her about my little remaining time left, or let her touch me so she'd know. I couldn't tell her or let her see my death, I couldn't do that to her. Despite her disability, she was always too happy and positive for her own good. My three years are almost up, I feel guilty to leave her but there isn't much I can do.
I walk into the library, walking straight over to where (Y/n) usually sits. I walk over, smiling softly when I see her. She's sitting in a fetal position, smiling with her head tilted to the side slightly. 'Damn she's pretty'. "(Y/n)". I call, she sits up and faces towards me. "Law! You made it! I was worried for a minute that you where still asleep and I'd have to wait for knows how long". She giggles. 'God she's cute'. "I could never, you know that". I tell her, walking over to sit next to her. As if feeling my body heat, she leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. "I know I know, but I never know you might just be tired and need a little more sleep. You do study and train a lot, you're allowed to rest". She tells me. A hot, wet drop hits my shoulder, my eyes widen. 'SHIT! SHE'S TOUCHING ME!'. I push her off, seeing her looking at me crying. "Law...". She whimpers out.
Her tears continue to roll down her face, her eyes wide. "Yeah...I know". I admit. "I know I don't have long left, I didn't want to tell you". I sigh. "Law". Sher whimpers get louder. "I don't...I don't want you to leave me". She cries. "WAAAAAAAAHAHAAAA!". She cries out loudly, sobbing. I don't know what to do, all I can do is watch her. Let her cry, let her get out all her feelings and emotions.
BAM!
The door to the library opens, I look over to see Corazon standing in the doorway. The loud noise makes (Y/n) jump, the loud noise scaring her and making her cry more. He walks over to us, looking down at us. I scowl up at him. 'Go away! She doesn't need you right now!'. He kneels down, placing his hand on (Y/n)'s back. She sniffles, feeling the hand on her back and turning to look up. "Uncle Cora?". She asks, he gives her a simple soft pat to confirm. "Uncle Cora *sniffle* please *sniffle sniffle* please save Law! I don't want him to die". She begs him, reaching up to clench his shirt sleeve as she starts to bawl again. He looks over to me, I glare back up at him. Suddenly, he grabs me by the shirt and scoops (Y/n) up into his arms. "Hey! Put me down!". I snap at him. "Shut it Law!". (Y/n) snaps, my eyes widening at the first time she's ever yelled at me. "Uncle Cora is gonna fix you, and you'll be all better, and we'll be together forever!". She cries. I huff, rolling my eyes and cross my arms.
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A lot had happened.
Shortly after leaving the house, (Y/n) fell asleep comfortably in Corazons arm, sleeping against his chest. He had taken me hospital to hospital, trying his hardest to find someone that could help me. Fail after fail, he kept trying his hardest to find someone. Why was he trying so hard anyway? Because he secretly cared about me? Or because his niece begged him to while balling her eyes out. Her and I stayed by his side for a while now, (Y/n) not leaving his side and I not leaving hers. He was...nice. No wonder (Y/n) seemed annoyed by my answer from years ago. It felt nice, the three of us together happily
Until that day in the snow.
His smile printed into my brain, (Y/n)'s cries ringing in my ears. She tried her hardest to bang her way through the chest, screaming and crying. I knew what she needed, she needed Cora-san to place his hand on her head and tell her that everything was going to be okay. She needed protection. She needed comfort. Nothing I could give her. All I could do was take her hand in mine, she turned to me with shock in her eyes. I know she saw something in my future, I don't know what. But I didn't want to know. I didn't care. She jumped at me, clinging me as she balled her eyes out. All I could do was hold her, be strong for her when all I wanted to do was scream and cry.
After sometime, she fell asleep in my arms. Tears running down my cheek as I hold her close, clinging to her warmth. The chest we where in had shaken and we where taken to who knows where. I slid her out my arms, peaking out the chest to see we've moved. I shake her awake, seeing her red puffy eyes. "Law?". She hums. "We need to leave, we can escape and never have to deal with this again". I tell her. "Law...I'm scared". She whimpers out. "We have to go, or we'll die". I tell her. 'I'd die, you'd have your dad hovering over you for the rest of your life'. "We'll be fine, I promise". I promise her. She nods.
I grab her hand, she clenches my hand tightly as I take her out the chest. A sudden jolt on my arm makes my eyes widen, turning around to see a familiar tall man standing over us, his arm on (Y/n)'s upper arm. "There you are sweetheart, where do you think you're going?". Doflamingo, he asks his daughter. "LET HER GO!". I snap at him. I try to pull her away from him as hard as I can, but she lets go. "Run!". She cries. "Please! Go!". I break out into a sprint, running for my life. "RUN ALL YOU WANT KID! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!". Doflamingo yells. "LAW! SURVIVLE! LIVE! LAAAAAAAAW!".
~
I jolt up out of bed, trying to catch my breath as sweat covers my body. 'That dream again'. I sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. "Captain!". I hear through the other side of my private living quarters door. "We'll be arriving at Dressrosa soon". Penguin tells me through the door. 'It's been 16 years, I need a break'.
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The city is as loud and filled as I expected, I'd rather just go back to my study or dealing with whatever Luffy thinks about dragging me into again. But, my body freezes, my eyes widen, my blood runs cold. Those eyes, that hair, that damn smile. A young woman stands at a bakery stall, making an order. Her covered body in a turtle neck long skirted dress with gloved, a cane in one hand. 'No way, it has to be'. I watch as she reaches into her bag, seemingly struggling to find her berries. I walk over, placing the berries she needs on the little counter. "I'll take care of it". I tell the baker, he nods and takes the money.
(Y/n) looks up at me with a worried upset look. "Oh no no it's fine, I can pay for it myself". She tells me in an upset tone, waving her hands in defense. "Saves you from struggling to find the right amount of money". I tell her. She smiles softly, giggling. "Well aren't you sweet then! Thank you so much, Mr...uh...". She trails off. I don't blame her from not knowing my voice, my voice hasn't exactly stayed the same over the past 16 years. Speaking of, puberty did her amazingly. Back when she was 7 she was adorable and sweet, now she's absolutely gorgeous and stunning. She'd be what? 23 now?
"Law...Mr.Law".
Her eyes widen at my words, her lips quivering. "Law? As in-". "Trafalgar D. Water Law?". I ask. Her hands cover her mouth, tears building up in her eyes as she looks at me. Well, looks at my chest. "Eyes up a bit, I'm not as short as I used to be". I tell her, a soft smile. She tilts her head up, looking me dead in the eyes. "Sorry it took so long to see you again, I'm sure you thought I was dead". I apologize to her. Her hands leave from her mouth to sit on her chest, smiling brightly. "Not for a second, I knew you would come back". She tells me. "That day, the last day I saw you. When you touched my hand, I saw you in the future, you'd made friends, you're happy". She explains, her hand touching my arm and sliding down to taking her glove hand in mine. "I saw you, you had grown up so much". She giggles. "And quite the looker, I was very exited to SEE you again". She states playfully, causing me to chuckle.
It has been so long since I've seen her and been with her, it felt like a nostalgic breath of fresh air. She takes her hands away from my, taking her gloves off and tucking them away to take my hand back in hers. "Your hands are so big and warm, I wish to hold them forever". She hums to herself, lacing her fingers in mine. Her skin felt so soft and silky, like a cloud. She hums and smiles to herself, closing her eyes. I know she sees something with me, and it makes her happy. "And from what I can see, my wish will be filled". She says happily.
"But first, tell me about that silly black haired guy! The stretchy one!".
"I'd rather talk to you about anything else".
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kristlewrites · 7 months
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“Shoot! Take a Panorama”
CW: semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore, bitch), oral (m!receiving), slut-shaming, nickname (mamas), dacryphilia, rough sex, but dw aftercare at the end!
PAIRING: TattooArtist!Law x Blk!FemReader
WC: 1.9k
🫧🗯️: Thank you so so much for all the support on my lastest fics, it means alot to me!🫶🏽 uh ive never gotten a tattoo yet, so if the tattoo experience isnt accurate... oh well! I had to watch a video to get as best as i could ijbol. Also way off topic but has anyone watched bottoms, like its probably one of my fave movie releases this year.
MINORS DNI
(Cheese!)
Hand in hand you and Perona skipped down the cold sidewalk. It was just a little past midnight and both you and Perona were all jittery with excitement. While you guys were at Peronas apartment, she had this insane idea that you guys should have matching tattoos. "It'll be so cute!” She squeals, holding up her phone showing some ideas. Searching through pinterest you guys had finally come to an agreement on the design, matching stars in hot pink ink right on your waist. You guys spend about thirty minutes looking for a parlor that's open this late.
“Ohh it's gonna be impossible” Perona sulks, throwing her phone across her bed. Laying down in defeat
“No, look! I found one and look they take walk-ins too!” You exclaimed you show her, her mood quickly changes while she springs up from the bed and starts jumping
“Well let's go!” She shrieks, opening for her closet revealing all different shades of pink and black clothing pieces. She put on a cute two piece outfit and you were ready to go!
You guys approach a small store, built with red brick decorated with neon lights flickering ‘Open 24/7’. Deserted parking lot, with only two cars assuming that they both belong to the employees.
“Is this the right place?” Perona questions. 
“Umm, It should be” you reply with a little uncertainty in your voice “It should be fine though”
In sync you guys make your way towards the glass doors, met with a cold breeze sending yall into a shiver.
“Hey what can I do for y'all?” A woman's voice vibrated through the room, capturing your attention. “My name is Bonney”
“We wanted to get matching tattoos.” answered Perona, her arms tangled around yours squeezing them.
“Awh, that's so cute. Give me a minute, I have to tidy up the studio.” Bonney existed the counter and headed into a room towards the left
“Ahhh! I'm so excited” Perona shrills, making her way towards some chairs lined up against the brick wall.
“I know right!” You respond admiring all the beautiful artworks lined up against the wall varying with color and realism. ‘The people here must be really good’ you thought to yourself, sitting next to perona.
Bonney comes out of the room waving to Perona letting her know it's time. “Wish me luck y/n” Perona whispers, clearly nervous but also excited at the same time.
“Law should be ready for you anytime soon” Bonney reassured you, closing the door behind her.
Now that you were alone, you finally realized the severity of the situation. You didn't think about the consequences till now, and how irresponsible it may seem that this was decided just on impulse. But not just that but what about the actual process? Your pain tolerance was below average.
“You can come in now.” you hear a rough voice from across the store. Reluctantly you grab your purse and get up from your seat making your way slowly into the room.
 Hesitantly Knocking on the door, “Hello” 
The door opens wide to reveal a tall melanated man littered with tattoos from head to toe.
“Show me your design” He asks, not even giving you attention. Pulling out your phone, you show him the design. He pats onto the chair gesturing for you to sit down. You lay down onto the chair facing towards the ceiling while he fishes for his tools. “Where do you want it?” He asks, still searching for his tools.
“Right here” You lower your shorts and point down towards your waist. 
He moves his chair towards his desk and quickly starts sketching out the design, “Is this alright?” he asks, displaying his outline, you nod at his impressive work. You flinch at the coolness of the alcohol. Which he wipes down the area of your stomach making sure that it is nice and prepped. He sets down his stencil sketch on the region where you want the tattoo to be, tearing it off gently leaving the ink on your skin.
A few seconds later you hear the intimidating buzzing noise of the machine coming closer. “Let me know when you're ready” Law asks, wiping down the tip of the needle. You nod nervously. ‘Its now or never’ you think to yourself. 
You squirm from the contact of the needle converging on your skin, you tense up a little from the pain but with time the pain becomes much more tolerable. It takes no time at all, you finish as quick as you started. He pats down the area of the tattoo with care then gets up “Don't make any sudden movements, I'm gonna grab a bandage real quick” he declares standing up leaving the room. 
You reach for your purse, digging for your wallet. But it wasn't there!!? ‘Ohmyfuckinggod; you thought to yourself immediately you sat up “Shit!” you whisper shout from the pain of the freshly inked tattoo. No way you left your wallet at personas apartment are you kidding how does that even happen. You were sure that it was in your purse when you left.
You hear Laws footsteps come closer and lay back down, you're so fucked.He comes in setting down the bandage and running through the aftercare steps. You are not even paying attention, worried about how you'll be able to even leave. “Did you get that?” he asks
“Um, yea.”
“So cash or card?”
“Well about that…I kinda sorta left my wallet at home.”you say  “Do you guys take apple pay?”
“No.” he says bluntly
“Well h-how about I cash app you?” 
“I'm not allowed to receive tips”
“Pleaseee” you were pleading for you life
He shakes his head no
“Well, how am I supposed to pay you?” you say whining a little bit.
A devilish smirk sneaks up across his face “I have an idea.”
Next thing you know, your knees are on the cold hard tile,tears streaming down your face, nose running, and your mouth is stuffed with laws long filthy dick. He viciously grabs your braids pulling you back, “Do it correctly whore” he seethes
“I-its t-too much” You say sniffling 
“I don't want to hear it bitch, you will take it all.” He says while slapping his slimy cock on your face then pushes you back onto his dick causing your eyes to roll back. You continue to suck on his dick, twirling your tongue around the tip. Using your hand to make up for the rest of his cock twisting it round and round. You look up to him with your big brown eyes pleading. And my oh my is he enjoying the view, your crystal teardrops flowing down your beautiful face, you breasts spilling out of your tank top, it's like a masterpiece to him.
He thrusts his dick more into your mouth causing you to choke, “You dirty lying bitch, saying you can't take it all, well look at you taking me in so well” he snickers. Seizing your head he pushes you back and forth, your mouth rocking against his cock, “you need to go faster, I'm getting bored up here” law says. Mindlessly you obey, rocking vigorously on his cock, gagging you go faster and faster taking him whole. He pulls your head once again and jerks your head in a smooth rhythm, your tongue rotating in a fluent pattern on his penis sending him into a state of unconsciousness. Without warning you feel his warm gooey cum shoot down your throat. You open your mouth, rejecting the feeling “Nuh uh don't even think about, swallow it all.” nodding eagerly you gulp it down, shivering from the weird sensation traveling down your esophagus. “Open wide” Law orders, obediently you do just that.
“Ah” You open your mouth wagging your tongue, he sticks his thumb inspecting your mouth.Your face was a wreck, saliva and drool smeared all across your face, nose running, stained trails of your tears.
“Good girl, now get on the chair and get on all fours for me”
Without a second to think, you remove your clothes leaving them on the floor, you jump onto the chair raising your plump ass in the air. (If yall are confused it like those chairs that can retract down like this)
“You filthy slut, your pussy is leaking like a goddamn faucet are you not ashamed?” Law whispers into your making you even wetter. Even when you had just met him, you were already so attracted to him. His deep rough voice, his tall figure, slim long fingers, and his tattoos crawling in every corner of his body. It was hard to keep your composure when he drew the tattoo on you, and now seeing him underneath his clothes was enough to send you over the edge. You have to admit this was definitely not how you imagined this night would go – poor Perona is probably already done with hers waiting for you in the lobby– but you can't say you're mad about it. 
Grazing his fingers across your already slimy clit pacing it back and forth teasing at your entrance. He slowly slips his lanky fingers into you, moving it slowly and steady taking in your warm embrace. Going in out into your melty cunt, preparing for his aching dick itching to enter you. Releasing his fingers a smooth ‘pop!’ sound pronouncing itself. Effortlessly he pulls on a condom, gears it straight towards your hole. Gradually, he inserts himself into you returning into that warm enclosure.
“Mmph” your eyes roll back at the fulfilling sensation of his cock into you, pulsing your cunt begging for more. You arch your back a little bit yearning for his whole dick.
“You're such a greedy bitch, arching your back like a greedy little slut. You want me so bad don't you?”
“Mhm” you mutter
“Nuh-uh use your words lil mama or else I won't be able to help you”
“I want it! Pleaseee”
“Good girl” law says in a rewarding tone then grabs your hips violently thrusting into you relentlessly showing no signs of slowing down. You reach the ends of the chair, trying to keep yourself supported from his endless stamina. “Im gonna fuck you so good, your pussy wont forget my dick.”Law grunts as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, it sends you over the edge, drooling spilling from your mouth, eyes rolled back beyond, brain turned to mush. You can't even speak, being an incoherent mess. 
“L-law, i-m gonna c-cumm” you mumble out disorderly a trail of spit spilling onto the chair.
“C'mon bitch, come on me like the dirty slut that you are” Law muttered. “Agh” ,without a second to waste your orgasm comes flowing through your body. You shudder at the sensation of it crashing down. Panting hard, Law continues until he himself releases into the condom.
You wake up with your whole body in shambles, ‘what the fuckkk’ you mutter to yourself. Trying to lift yourself up you feel a great surge of pain in your back. You look around the unfamiliar scenery to realize you're not in your bed, or not even Peronas?!?!? Panning your eyes down to the chair that you were sleeping in, the memories come back to you like a flood. “What the fuckkk” you say even louder, understanding the severity of the situation. Law enters the room with a towel. You stare at him in disbelief, you cannot believe what you have done.
“Don't worry about your friend, I sent her home already” Law winks
You raise your arm towards your forehead, hiding in shame of what you have done. You can hear Law chuckling in the background and you just wanna drown yourself.
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kikudusk113 · 1 month
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Aww look at him....so needy~
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bas-writes · 2 years
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Hi! Love your work! Was wondering if you can do a headcanon of Law with a S/O who likes to idly play with his knuckles? Like they just do it as a physical touch love language! Thanks!
Oh yeah, I can! Love such subtle signs of affection and I think Law would be a fan of them too :3
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With S/O Who Likes To Touch His Knuckles
Character: Law Reader: gender neutral CW: none
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The first time it happens, Law is…confused. He feels your skin on his and instinctively straightens fingers, being sure you want to hold hands with him, but you don’t follow, all your attention focused on his knuckles. 
He doesn’t question you and doesn’t take his hand away from your reach, just doesn’t really understand your goal. He freezes, awkwardly, and watches your exploration with a corner of eye. Quite an adorable sight.
With time he gets used to this unusual attention and doesn’t turn stone once you start touching his knuckles. Providing it happens in a more private place. A few first times you can catch him off guard in public, but eventually you’re asked to stop. Such a display of affection is not what Law enjoys. It might be casual for you but for him it’s intimate enough to be kept away from the eyes of strangers.
Despite his reluctance to show affection in public, Law loves touch and especially being touched by the right people (touch starvation hard)—the adoration you show to his knuckles is simply perfect, not restraining, not demonstrative, cute, affectionate and loving. Either you’re talking, either you join him as he’s working, reading or taking care of his coin collection—he doesn’t need to stop what he’s been doing in order to receive some physical love.
Besides…it’s like a silent reminder you’re here, by his side, safe and sound. The warmth of your fingers gently brushing his knuckles are more telling than thousands of words.
Eventually you will spot meaningful gazes, feel his hand innocently nudging yours in search of contact. Well, you’ve spoiled him, so now he expects his daily dose of attention. Forget about it for too long and he’ll become grumpy.
When he can’t see you for longer and longing—or concern—corrupts his mind too much, Law rubs his knuckles on his own, trying to mimic the moves of your fingers. If you started dating before he parted with the crew for obvious reasons, it’s become his favorite coping mechanism against stress and mental pain. It’s not the same, but similar enough to fool his brain that you’re with him, even if just for a few minutes before he falls asleep.
If he’s in a more vocal mood, he likes to teasingly scold you for wiping ink off his knuckles and threatens you with paying for refreshing the tattoo. The currency can differ, but his favorite ones are kisses.
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library-of-ohara · 2 years
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hii may i please have some headcanons or a drabble in a collage au where reader and law are studying for finals in laws dorm pls 🥺🖤 thank you @lawscorazon
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I hope you enjoy this my dearest <3
Request by @cyborg-franky
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You grumble to yourself as you lay on Law’s bed staring at the book in your hands, the words both made sense and didn’t at the same time and you were beginning to feel frazzled.
Sighing you laid the book on your face, groaning into the printed pages.
Law was sat on the bed with you, tired eyes shifting from his own book to watching you despair between the pages.
He leaned against the wall and chewed the end of his pen, one hand going to rest on your leg.
“Come on, one more hour and I’ll take you to get food yeah?” he offered, you mumbled muffled still.
He laughed, rolling his eyes before he plucked the book from your face, looking over the text himself. Grey eyes ate up the text, a slight smirk on his face as he did, flipping the page.
“I’ll give you a tip,” he started and looked at the index of contents. “This page here is the condensed version, it’ll have everything you need just easier to digest.” He handed the book back to you.
You squinted at the new page, and everything seemed to make perfect sense.
“You’re the best Law,” you sighed, sitting up and leaning next to him on the wall, his arm made its way around you, pulling you close.
“I know,” he kissed the side of your head, rubbing your arm as his attention returned to his own book.
“So, an hour and we get food?” you pressed, reaching up to play with the dangly string of his hoodie.
“Mmhmm”
“Can we make it half? I’ll study harder when I got food in me…”
Law tsked but the slight smirk on his face and raised eyebrow gave away his mood, you batted eyelashes at Law before he rolled his eyes “Alright, half an hour.”
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cricketsjunk · 1 year
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imagine
law mentally singing the "I would never fall in love again until I met her" and the her is actually you. 🥰
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drghostwrite · 10 months
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Something to Fight for…
Pairing: Olivia Benson x reader
Summary: Tricia is a nurse who lost her license, she ran an underground ring and would kill the girl’s that got pregnant. Captain Olivia Benson and her team caught this killer and took everything but after a good lawyer comes around and releases her she goes after what Olivia loves most, and that means you(her wife) and your unborn baby.
******************************************************** “My phone!” You turned back towards your bedroom knowing you forgot something.
You saw it laying on Olivia’s side of the bed and went around to grab it, catching a glimpse of yourself in your bedroom mirror. You stopped running a hand over you 30 week bump, you felt your baby push a foot against your hand.
“A month and a half, and we finally get to meet you baby girl.” You felt another kick, you could hear Olivia in your head saying but wait we don’t know that yet, and Noah cheering about wanting a brother. One thing was you were so happy about having the baby that you didn’t care as long as it was healthy but you had a feeling, you always had a feeling.
Your phone started ringing and you quickly answered, “Hey Gina what’s up?”
“Not much, just checking in your assistant said you weren’t in yet and you do have that appraisal in 30 minutes.”
“Oh I knew I forgot something,” you scrambled and heard her laugh on the other end.
“I knew it, blame it on the hormones!”
“Girl I’ll be there in 20!”
“sounds good.” You heard the dial tone of her hanging up and you raced to grab your bag and keys. You heard your phone ringing again and answered not looking playing it between your shoulder and ear running out of the house.
“Girl I said I’ll be there in 20 I won’t be late, just prep everything for court later.”
“Y/N?” You heard Olivia’s voice. “Tell me you’re gonna be late.” She chuckled.
“Liv!” You whined, “I told you.”
“No, I recall you moaning my name this morning and asking me to stay.”
“Ugh, you’re not wrong.”
“I just wanted to call and check in, I was gonna swing by the office and see how my girls are doing.”
“your girls?” You poked with a smirk.
“what can I say it’s growing on me.”
“Well… I mean…” suddenly you felt a pinch turning you saw someone behind you, Olivia said something on the phone but it all went blurry and you felt an arm come around you and your bump.
Y/N, Y/N, love what’s going on? that’s the last thing you remember hearing before it all went black.
——— time jump———
You heard someone shuffling around and you tried opening your eyes but you felt drowsy, that was until you felt a hand ghost along your pregnant belly and then a sharp pain, a scalpel slid across the taught skin.
“Stop!” You groaned out.
You were propped against pillows supporting your back, you tried to reach out but your hands were tied to the bed rail you pulled the unrelenting restraints, something cold tapped your arm you looked up to see an IV bag hanging the tube hooked into the crease of your arm, you tried to kick but she sat next to your hip it wouldn’t be any use. You took in the woman before you about your height, and you were on the taller side only two inches shorter than Liv, she had fit features, brown eyes and dark raven hair.
“Whaa… what’s going on who are you?” You strained against the bed frame.
“Hmm funny you don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Should I?”
“Oh darling see I was one of your wife’s biggest cases, she took everything from me. I had a nursing career and a good operation going and all the sudden gone.” She ran fingers along you belly, you watched the scalpel in her other hand propped on her thigh, you winced at a slight cramp feeling but brushed it off.
“See I ran an underground refuge for girls that got pregnant, they could come have their babies, I would help with deliveries and then we would put them up for adoption.”
“You killed all those poor girls.” A tear escaped you eye.
“Hmm see that’s a harsh term more like released or set free. It was good for awhile but in comes Captain Benson and the SVU to save the day. They put me in prison and destroyed everything.”
“Sounds like y… yo… Oh God!” You felt a contraction roll through your body. You watched her reaction as you tried breathing, “wha… what’s happening?”
“Well you see that IV in your arm, that’s pitocin made to induce labor quickly, I figured it would be helpful.”
“why are you doing this?” You felt another contraction, wincing and pulling against the ties on your wrist.
“I lost everything, my baby, my dream job, my life all because of your wife so I’m going to take what she values most.”
“No, no you can’t, please you can’t…” you begged another contraction coming on, this one caught you off guard and you gasped as you felt liquid between your thighs.
You felt her place her hands under you thighs pulling them up, “Well there goes your water only a matter of time now.” As you fought through another contraction you saw as she quickly left coming back in scrubs, she put on gloves, and you heard the sounds of metal assuming it was other instruments. She came back scalpel in hand, she ran her fingers over the long slice from earlier the blood on her finger. “See this? If you try to fight or escape I will cut this baby out of you, understand?” You slowly nodded.
———time jump———
You felt two hands forcing your knees apart, “ Please you can’t do this.” You begged tears rolling down your face, sweet coated your stained features and hair stuck to your face, you fought the pressure, the urge to push unbearable.
“Push Y/N.”
“It burns so bad.”
“It’s because you’re crowning, now push.”
“I can’t it’s too early.”
“Push dammit, if you don’t you both die.”
“I…” you screamed another contraction coming over you, you pushed feeling the baby shift down. You glanced over her shoulder seeing slight movement as she was focused between your legs. It was Sonny and that meant Fin and Olivia weren’t far behind. You felt relief, until another contraction came and you pushed again. You heard Sonny call out and then a gunshot, hating a thud and then heels quickly enter. You felt a hand on your cheek and someone’s forehead met yours, you opened your eyes to be met with Olivia you let out heavy breaths as tears fell between you, she pulled away.
“You’re safe I got you.”
“Liv, I…” another contraction interrupted the small moment and fear entered her eyes, she quickly undid your hands pulling out the IV, she tried to move you.
“babe we have to get you to the hospital.” She urged.
“no, no time, she’s coming, this baby is coming.” You groaned through another contraction.
“um okay, okay” she looked around, “Amanda!” She called out, and the blonde agent came right in, the sight before her was wild, you propped on pillows legs up on the bed fighting a contraction, Olivia next to you walking you through it.
“Liv?”
“I need your help.” Olivia said meeting her eyes.
“I see that” she came closer to you rubbing a hand on your leg.
“Look we can’t move her.”
“so you want me to do what?”
“deliver this baby,” you spoke up through gritted teeth, “those boys aren’t coming near me like this, all you have to do is catch.”
“Um, what, no… I, no Liv , I can’t.” She protested
“Please for me.” Olivia pleaded, as you let out another moan, Amanda thought and then quickly agreed. You heard Olivia then yell to Fin telling him to get paramedics there quickly, Sonny kept other rookies and cops out of the house.
You pushed as Olivia and Amanda cheered you on, “wait Y/N wait.”
“what… what’s wrong?”
“I think it’s just the cord, just let me check.” You threw your head back trying not to push on this next contraction and what you didn’t see was the hand she held up for your wife to see, fingers coated in dark red blood. Olivia’s face shifted from excitement and worry to stone cold and you could sense something was up by the way her muscles tensed.
“what’s wrong?” You said between breaths.
“I…” Olivia sat unmoving a tear escaped her eye, she can’t lose you or this baby, she wouldn’t be able to live.
“Y/N there’s a lot of blood.” Amanda explained.
“Is the baby okay though?”
“Y/N” Olivia tried to reason.
“Amanda is my baby okay?”
“I…I think so but I can’t be sure.”
You nodded and pushed with the next contraction, you felt the head fully out and then shoulders before you knew it Olivia was holding your new baby. Paramedics rushed in and started with you pushing Olivia and the baby away, they quickly got you in an ambulance, Olivia and the baby coming with you.
“boy or girl?” You asked pulling down the oxygen mask.
“girl” she answered as she watched you fight the urge to pass out, paramedics trying to give you blood and check you out. Tears fell down her cheeks, as she held your baby.
———time jump———
Four hours later you were safe and sound in the hospital room, you felt a pressure on you left hand and looked, there was you wide hand in yours head resting on your arm.
“Liv?” You watched as she slowly lifted her tear stained face and looked at you, she realized you were awake and quickly pulled you into a kiss.
“I was so scared.”
“I know babe, I was to.”
“Oh God Y/N I can’t lose you.”
“Olivia Benson, I’m not going anywhere that easily.”
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cyborg-franky · 2 months
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omg requests are open?? if youve got the time, could you do a sfw drabble on transman y/n (he or they, either is fine!) showing law their top surgery scars for the first time? 🥺
I don't understand 'trashman y/n' but here it iiis <3
Law x Transmale reader SFW
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You were nervous, sitting there crawling in your skin as Law made his way to you.
This was the first time you’d been injured in battle and thus the first time you had to show Law your chest.
He stared down his nose at you, how you seemed to squirm under his gaze, you were sweating to the point he was concerned you were melting. 
He clicked his tongue against his teeth and crouched down with his box of medical supplies, somethings couldn’t be whooshed away with his power and it was a drain just to fix up the one or two bumps and cuts.
You leaned back when he reached out to your shirt to tug it down and get a look at what was tinging it with blood. He could tell it was something small but he was confused why you were being such a baby about it.
“I won’t even threaten to count down from 10 because it’ll just piss me off, show me.” His voice was commanding, leaving you no room to avoid him anymore.
You took a breath and took off your shirt, his eyes went straight to your wound, and his gaze didn’t even flick across your scars. He cleaned up the injury before dressing it, shutting the box with a satisfying click before he looked at you fully for the first time.
“Are they why you were nervous to show me?” he asked, seeing you nod before he handed you back your shirt. “They look relatively new, they healed well though.” He said with a nod. “Though if you’d asked me to take them off there’d have been no scar.” He said with a teasing smirk and you relaxed, leaning against your seat and chuckling to his comment. All the nervousness leaving your body.
Why had you been so scared, to be honest with him? You knew he wouldn’t have changed his opinion of you or said anything nasty.
“Thanks,” you said, feeling a weight had been lifted.
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starfried · 2 months
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Through and Through (Part 2)
ACK FINALLY. i wrote this, stared at it, and immediately HATED IT so i deleted it all and rewrote it!! reader and law get to hang out for a little bit. still takes place when law is 13, i don't have a set age for the reader but i'm imagining 11/12. next part will be longer and you'll get to see them actually be friends!
hopefully next part is out on thursday xP
slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, multipart, gn reader, no use of (y/n)/(name).
wc: 2.2k. part 1
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After watching Wolf drive away, you anxiously pace around your empty living room. There's still time to prepare for school, but you're too unsettled from last night's events. The seriousness of the situation is beginning to bear down on you. Without the aid of that peculiar group of boys (and a polar bear), you're certain you would be dead and frozen by now.
You sigh, flopping onto your flimsy couch. You hadn't appreciated their efforts enough at the time. You wish you had anything of value to give them as thanks. You could dig through the cabinets and boxes in your home to find something, but you're sure you'd only find trinkets and old clothes. Maybe you could use your grocery budget for the week to buy them something in town. Ooh, there was a bakery that opened up recently! You haven't tried it yourself, but you remember your classmates raving about how good it was.
With a new goal in mind, you put your boots and jacket back on and head towards the door. Despite the ache in your ankle, you don't let it deter you. Remembering Law's reprimand from yesterday, you decide to also grab your scarf. However, as your hand hovers over it, you can't help but hesitate. Is this really a good idea? The boys you're seeking out were quite intense. You have no idea how they will react to you showing up with treats. Despite your doubts, you shake your head and recall your mother's advice about repaying kindness. With the oversized, frayed scarf now wrapped around your neck, you head out with a sense of nervous anticipation.
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You sat on a bench outside the clinic, knowing that the boys worked in different places: a restaurant, a salon, a factory, and a clinic. In this city, there was only one clinic, making it the obvious choice. As you fiddled with the end of your scarf, you tried to decide what to say. He was the easiest to find, yet he was also the most intimidating.
"So you do have a scarf."
You snap your head in the direction of Law's voice and immediately find yourself at a complete loss for words. His intense gaze makes you shift uncomfortably.
“…Did you need to see the doctor?”
“No! Well, kinda?”
He raises his eyebrow in response.
“Um. I was waiting for you.”
He seems just as confused by this.
“Why?” He asks. “If you needed medical attention, you should've-”
“I brought this for you. Uh. Thanks for yesterday.” You interrupt him, awkwardly holding the basket out. “Well, it's for all of you guys, but you were the easiest to find.”
His brows furrow together as he looks between you and the basket.
“…I'm good.” He simply says, leaving you confused.
“Huh?”
“I said I'm good.” With that, he continues his trek back to the outskirts of town.
“You didn't even look inside the basket!” You protest, limping after him.
“I don't need to!” He practically hisses out, “I don't want your thanks! I didn't help you out expecting payment! What kind of doctor would I be if I just left you there to die?”
You watch him go, face twisted in frustration. Guess you'll have to find one of the other boys after all.
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That evening, Law sat sprawled on their couch, flipping through a newspaper. The rhythmic sound of Shachi chopping vegetables was almost enough to lull him to sleep.
"Is Bepo still not here?" Penguin asks as he strides down the stairs. Law glances up at the clock. Huh. It's pretty late late already.
As if on cue, Bepo comes bursting through the door.
“Guys! I brought snacks!" He chirped. Penguin practically leapt over the bannister to get a better look at the basket of goods. Shachi wasn't far behind him, completely abandoning his cooking.
“Oh, is this from that bakery by the restaurant I work at?" Penguin asks, immediately shoving his hand into the basket.
"I dunno. I didn't buy any of it. It was actually a gift! I ran into that kid from yesterday."
Law practically slams his newspaper down at this.
"That dumbass that fell asleep in the snow?” Law asks through gritted teeth.
"Yeah! They said they had way more than they could eat, and I could take some home for us. Hey, don't take all the croissants!" He directs that last part towards Shachi, who was trying to hoard as many pastries as he could.
Law can't let this stand. He has to return the favor. Not out of compassion or appreciation, but due to his inherent pride. He saw how worn your boots were, how your jacket didn't fit quite right, how your scarf seemed as old as you were. He doesn’t have to get to know you to know you couldn't afford those treats without some kind of sacrifice.
"Weird. There's so much. More for us, though!” Law let out a sigh, leaning his head back against the couch. Of course you had to run into Bepo. He was the easiest to convince out of all of them.
“You guys have off tomorrow too, right?” He asks his friends. “Do you guys want to go fishing?”
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The four boys admire each other's haul on the edge of the river.
“Damn. Maybe we should go pro and be fishermen.” Penguin suggests, a smug grin on his face.
“You caught way less than the rest of us!” Shachi chides.
“But I'm the one with the biggest catch!”
Law ignores their bickering, choosing instead to focus on gutting and cleaning the fish in his pile.
“You guys go ahead and head back. I need to run an errand in town.” He suddenly announces.
“I can take your fish back for you!” Bepo offers.
“It's fine. I'll be back by dinner.” The three other boys watch him leave. They're confused, but they shrug it off. Law is just like that.
Meanwhile, you sat in your home, sprawled out on the floor. In front of you were various school assignments, each in varying stages of completion. Maybe skipping school yesterday wasn't the best idea…
As you're nodding off on top of your math homework, the sound of someone harshly knocking on your door suddenly jolts you back to reality.
You wonder who that could be. When was the last time someone knocked on your door? Maybe it was one of your classmates? You trudge towards the door, cautiously cracking the door open.
Despite being the one who knocked, Law seems just as surprised to see you as you are to see him. He shrugs it off, the scowl you know so well returning to his face.
“I don't appreciate you going behind my back like that.”
“…How do you know where I live?” Is all you can think to say.
He rolls his eyes, “I asked around. Anyways, here.” He unceremoniously shoves a bucket towards you, avoiding the contact.
It's full of… fish?
“I figured you wasted what few berries you had on those pastries. Which was dumb, by the way.” He wasn't wrong; you *were* broke for the week.
“Were they good?”
You don't care about the fish. Like Law, you weren't expecting to be repaid. You just thought it was the right thing to do. You just hope they enjoyed it.
Law stares you down, the bucket still in his hand. “I didn't eat any. I hate baked sweet things.”
“Oh…” You try your best to hide your disappointment, but it's obvious by the way your face falls. There was no way you could've known he didn't like pastries. Law’s jaw tightens at your crestfallen look.
“…Everyone else liked them, though,” He admits gruffly. Despite his rough exterior, Law still has a heart. He's far from happy with the situation, but his goal today wasn't to tear you down. His words do bring you some comfort, but you're still torn. You had wanted to show your appreciate to him especially.
A moment of silence washes over the two of you. Tentatively, you open your door all the way, allowing Law a look into your home.
“Would you want to come in?"
“Wh-what?”
“I can cook for us! It’s only fair that you get to eat some too, since you went through the effort of catching these.”
Law lets out a sigh. The whole reason why he did this was because he stubbornly refused to accept your ‘thanks’.
“No, I just-”
“If you stay, I'll consider us even. Then we won't have to keep going back and forth like this anymore.”
He seriously considers your offer. His plan was to just drop the fish off and leave. Part of him feels guilty; he's nothing to you, why are you so determined to do something nice for him? Another part of him is skeptical. Are you just trying to get something out of him?
Ultimately, he chooses to swallow his feelings. He knows if he refuses, you'll be chasing after him trying to give him more gifts. He'd rather go along with your little plan than constantly have to ward off your advances.
“Okay.”
You beam at him. You weren't expecting to actually say yes! You step to the side, letting him enter. He hesitates, glancing inside your home. It didn't look or sound like anyone else was there.
“You can leave your shoes on, it's pretty drafty in here.”
He reluctantly follows you inside, carefully taking in his surroundings.
You shoot him an apologetic look. “Sorry about the dust, there's a lot of empty space in here. Oh, and the papers. I was doing my homework when you knocked.”
“On the ground?”
“Yup!” You take the bucket from him, and practically skip into the kitchen. It's been so long since you've had someone over!
Law awkwardly situates himself at the dining table as you rummage around the kitchen.
“Besides the fish, I only have rice. Is that okay?”
“That's… fine.” Seems his hunch was right; if it weren't for the fish he brought, you wouldn't have anything else to eat. “Do your parents not buy food?”
“Um… my parents aren't around anymore.”
“Oh.” He didn't know what else to say to that. He knows more than anyone how shitty that feels. Still, he didn't feel it was his place to offer sympathies to you. Instead, the two of you sit in silence as you continue cooking in the kitchen.
Finally, you bring two bowls into the dining room. It's a simple meal, just rice and seasoned fish, but it smells good enough. While Law pokes at his portion, you waste no time digging in.
“I never see you at school.” You say suddenly, mouth still full of rice. He decides not to comment on your lack of manners.
“I don't go to school.”
“Really?! I couldn't imagine not going to school.” At one point in his life, neither could he. When he doesn't say anything, you move on to your next topic.
“How old are you?”
“Thirteen.”
“Really?”
“Why the hell would I lie about that?”
You shrug, earning an eye roll from him.
“What about your friends?”
“Is this an interrogation?”
You grin. You push aside your empty bowl and lean onto the table, propping your head up with your hand.
“I'm just curious. I thought you guys were these weird feral kids that lived in the woods, but you guys are actually pretty nice!”
“I'm not nice.”
You raise your eyebrow, but choose not to argue. “Bepo's really nice.”
“I can't believe you tracked him down after I walked away from you.” He would never admit it, but he was a little impressed with your determination.
You chuckle. Of course you weren't going to take no for an answer!
Somehow, you both manage to maintain a steady conversation. You talk about his work, your school, and what you each do for fun. He even tells you a little about his friends!
Eventually, Law is the one to glance up at the clock in the doorway. He has to do a double take when he sees the time.
“Is your clock right?”
“It should be?”
“Shit! I have to go. I should've been back over an hour ago.” He quickly stands up, heading towards the door. You stumble out your chair to follow him.
“Wait! At least let me say thank you for the fish!”
He hesitates at the door. “Y-yeah. Make sure you don't let it go to waste. Oh, and, uh. The food you made wasn't too bad.” That was the closest to a compliment you would be getting from him.
“Maybe I'll see you around?”
“...Maybe.” And with that, he was out the door. You peer out the window and watch him hastily wipe snow off his bike before pedaling off.
Shutting the door, you step over your long-forgotten homework and flop back onto the couch. Today was a good day, you think. Law wasn't nearly as scary as he looked and acted.
You hope you get to see him again soon
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hi jester!! i saw you mention you like to write hurt/comfort and fluff alongside the smut on this blog so i'm here to ask for just that <3 could you write something where law and reader (transmasc) reunite after being separated at sabaody due to extenuated circumstances? the yearning, the affection/touch starvation, "cuddling is not enough i need to be in his clothes" type beat of longing, the works ✨
if possible could law have they/them pronouns as well? <:3 ty for your time!! 💖💓
pairing: trafalgar law x reader
contents: fluff, reunions, they/them law, soft law, a lot of yearning, transmasc reader but it's not super obvious except for one mention of chest scars, a vomiting butterflies metaphor is in here because i love when love is so sappy it makes you metaphorically sick, mentions of wanting to switch hearts with law, maybe ooc?? still trying to get ahold of law’s character
word count: 1.3k words
note: i LOVE fluff and i LOVE yearning. unsure if this counts entirely as hurt/comfort, but if you want soft law and sappy reunions, this will certainly fill that void. thank you so much for your request i had so much fun with this, i really hope you enjoy it <33
playlist: exist for love by aurora
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It had been too long. Excitement had your hands shaking. To keep them steady, you curled them tight against your chest, though you couldn’t keep your fingers from fidgeting with the divots between your knuckles. Your heart hammered a desperate beat in your chest as your boat approached Sabaody Archipelago, the destination where you would report back to your captain, and partner, after your extended mission away from the Polar Tang.
Neither of you wanted to be apart for so long, but it couldn’t be helped. Your natural abilities made you a perfect candidate, and as always with Law, logic won out over matters of the heart. You couldn’t fault them for it, the plan only made sense with you at the helm. For all your desire to stay, you couldn’t, you both knew that.
The night you left, Law kissed each of your knuckles tenderly, before placing their lips against your forehead, warm, if not slightly chapped. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, alone under the stars — your goodbye to the rest of the crew had happened earlier, far less intimate and far more boisterous, though you didn’t find yourself complaining — before Law pulled away, affection dancing in their eyes. A soft expression reserved only for you.
They ran the calloused pad of their thumb against your cheek one final time. “Stay safe out there, Y/N-ya.”
You shivered slightly, wishing you were back home already, not hunting Law down through the mangroves of Sabaody. Normally, you would have docked at a closer, but as per their instructions, you kept your distance. Anticipation made butterflies sing in your chest, little legs tickling your innermost organs. Imaginary wings fluttered against your sternum. Whether your nausea was caused by anxiety or desperate yearning, you weren’t sure. Either way, you felt as if you were seconds from puking a hoard of winged insects onto the mossy ground. You knew where they would go, flying to the Polar Tang ahead of you to greet your beloved captain with bile coated adoration.
Law was not the most affectionate human. Their love made itself known through small acts of service throughout the day, or quiet moments spent together, simply sharing the same space. That was your favorite. You enjoyed watching their face twitch when they were lost in thought, or engaged in a good book. Sometimes, they would read to you, your head against them as one of their tattooed fingers brushed the hair from your face. You listened with rapt attention, their voice rumbling against your ear.
You missed them. Desperately. Every part of them had made a home under your skin, from their sarcastic quips to even their most infuriating tendencies to isolate themself in times of stress. Law was not without their faults, and neither were you. They accepted you as you were, loved you at your basest form, fingers reverent against the scars on your chest. It made you want to be better, to grow and change. You wanted to be your best self with them.
First and foremost, however, you just wanted to see Law. You were certain their eyes would light up when they saw you, their smirk morphing into something more genuine.
So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize the Polar Tang was within eyesight. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Law, sitting on the edge of the sub. They were alone, likely having sent the rest of the crew out to explore the Archipelago. You snickered to yourself. Law was never one for public displays of affection, and they must have known that you would refuse to hold yourself back from jumping in their arms. Not now, not this time, not after it had been so long since you felt their arms around you.
You didn’t realize you were running until you felt your breath coming in heavy pants. Law climbed down the ladder to greet you, unable to hide their pleasure through their usual smirk. Their smile was small, though the adoration in it made tears well in your eyes. You threw yourself into Law’s chest, their arms slotting into place around your shoulders as your own fingers clutched the back of his jacket tightly. Inhaling deeply, you realized that most of all, you missed their scent. Spicy and slightly antiseptic.
“You found me,” They said into your hair. You could feel their lips brush against your scalp as they squeezed you closer to them.
Loosening your grip and, tracing small shapes between their shoulder blades, you laughed, “Told you I would.”
Law sighed, slumping slightly into your embrace as if a heavy weight was removed from their shoulders. They wouldn’t admit it, at least not right now, but they were worried about you. There was always the chance you wouldn’t come back home. They had spent many sleepless nights, throwing themself deep into their work, to keep from considering that circumstance for longer than they needed. But, here you were, alive and well, back where you belonged. Close to their chest and in their grasp, never to let you go.
They pulled back to look at you, trace the lines of your face with their fingers. You smiled and leaned into their touch.
“I’m taking you to the infirmary, Y/N-ya. It’s been a while since your last checkup.” Even as they spoke, attempting to be stern, their hands were gentle as they cupped your face. Law tilted your head left and right, examining you with a trained eye.
You missed them so much it was crazy.
A part of you wondered if you could switch your heart with Law’s so you would always have a piece of them inside you. What would it feel like to have their heart beat in your chest? It certainly wouldn’t feel the same as your own. Maybe heavier. They always carry so much weight with them, and, for once, you would like to lessen the burden, if only for a second.
With a grin, you let your head flop against their chest. “I can tell you already I’m not hurt.”
Law rolled their eyes. You may have your face buried in their jacket, but you knew that sigh anywhere. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Even then, they refused to peel themself away from you. You both knew you couldn’t stay like this forever, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to. The butterflies returned as you rocked side to side on your heels. Law inhaled deeply and followed your movements, nose against the top of your head.
“I missed you, Law.”
“I know you did.” They snickered when you pulled back to hit them with a glare. “I missed you too, Y/N-ya, you know that.”
Laughing, you slid your hands to cup the back of their head. Fingertips gentle against the hair under their hat, you pulled them into a kiss. Their lips moved slowly against yours. Savoring you.
It would be a long time before they would allow you to leave again, plans be damned.
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Head Over Heels (Law X TomBoyF!Reader) Part 2
Damn the first one did well, thank you so much you beautiful people! I am willing to do a part 3, if this goes on for too long tho I'm makin these two fuck I'm not sorry.
Law (not so hesitantly) agrees to hang out with Luffy and his (hot amazing beautiful sexy stunning) older sister, learning a lot about each other. And to be honest, he doesn't hate what he hears.
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The small quiet bar suddenly erupts with the sound of a young woman laughing, getting passing looks from the others in the bar just trying to get drink at like 2pm in the early afternoon.
(Y/n) almost falls over as she holds her stomach. "Oh God I'm in PAIN!". She cries, trying to catch her breath. "Hey! It was cool! Stop laughing!". Luffy snaps at her. She finally catches her breath, enough to hit the younger boy on the head. "Oh shut it you! You do dumb shit and get scolded". She tells him. She turns her gaze back to the older man, smiling at him. "Thanks again for keeping him out of too much trouble, I can't imagine it would be easy". She thanks, then turns back to Luffy. "Like come on Lu! You weren't this bad when we where kids". She adds.
Luffy pouts as he sets his chin on the table, chewing on the straw loosely hanging in his mouth. "I gotta crap". Luffy announces, getting up and walking off with the straw still in his mouth. (Y/n) sighs, fiddling with her nails as she watches him walk off. "I swear one day that idiot is gonna get himself killed". She mutters under her breath. "He'll be fine". She looks up, looking at the older man. "What?". She asks. "He'll be fine, you know that". Law repeats to her.
She chuckles to herself. "I know he will he's Luffy! It's just...I've already lost two brothers in my life, I don't want anything to happen to my baby brother". She states. "I mean, he's not my real brother we don't share blood. But the four of us shares sake, so we're all brothers. I love Luffy, I don't want him to end up like Ace or Sabo". She adds. "Sabo? Blonde and wears a top hat?". Law asks. She shifts her eyes around, feeling slightly uneasy. "Y-Yeah?". She asks.
Law smiles just the slightest, letting out a chuckle. "I guess Luffy didn't tell you, he's alive and well". He tells her. She sits up straight in her seat, wide eyed at the words that left his mouth. "Big brother...he's alive?...". She mutters out, tears running down her cheek. The two sit in a comfortable silence, Law feeling a warmth in his heart as he looks at her. Something about telling her that her older brother is alive and seeing the surprised but thrilled expression on her face.
"Hey! What did I mi-".
SMACK!
"OW! HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?". Luffy yelps, holding his aching head. "YOU FUCKER! YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME THAT SABO HAS BEEN ALIVE THIS ENTIRE TIME!?". She snaps, grabbing her brother by his shirt and shaking him. "Oh yeah! He's alive! Oh yeah he also told me to tell you hello". He explains. She smacks him on the head again. "I can't believe you! No letter, no transponder call, no nothing! Before I know it a month from now you're gonna be like 'oh by the way Ace is still alive too' you little shit". She snaps.
Luffy looks up at her with an angry pout. "I'm sorry okay!? I just forgot okay?". He tries to defend. A dark energy arises from his sister, a sinister dark expression that makes her look like she was the one that ate the flame flame fruit. "Luffy...I'm going to fucking kill you". She mutters out in a deep tone. A shiver goes down his spine, scurrying over to hide behind Law. "No no no don't think hiding behind a hot guy will protect you! Get here!". She snaps, marching over. "Aaaahhhh!". Luffy screams, running away with his sister in close pursuit. Law stares off into the distance with wide eyes, his face quickly heating up.
His gaze snaps to her figure, watching her as she runs and ruins the bar to try and get to her brother. 'She thinks I'm hot?'. He watches as (Y/n) dives onto Luffy, sitting on his back with one arm around his neck and the other pulling his legs backwards. Luffy coughs and smacks the floor, barely getting out a word. "I'm...sorry...please...can't...breath...". He coughs out, face going blue. Law chuckles as he watches the siblings. That little idiot captain really does have a lot of people in his life that care about him.
(Y/n) lets go of her baby brother, getting up and taking a seat back at the table. "I swear that motherfucker is gonna be the death of me". She groans, resting back in her chair. She looks over at him, smiling at him. "So, tell me about ya'self, hot stuff". She blatantly tells him, catching him off guard. She knew that he heard her call him hot, and by the blush on his face she knew he liked it. "You're the Surgeon of Death, are you and actual doctor or is it just a name?". She asks. He coughs, clearing his throat. He can practically hear the voices of his crewmates in his head. "She's hot! She's confident! She wants to fuck you! Don't fuck it up!".
"W-Well, I am an actual doctor. I'm also the doctor on my ship". He answers. "No shit! That's pretty cool, and good to know that you're an actual doctor and not some fraud". She hums, joking at the last part. "No no I'm actually a scam doctor who cut kidneys out in back alleys". He jokes. He imminently starts to sweat nervously, hoping that his joke was good. She laughs. Oh God thank fuck. "Oh God, don't take my kidneys! I need those!". She laughs. "Where'd you learn your doctoring? I doubt a pirate went to medical school". (Y/n) then asks. He hums. "I learnt everything I know from my old teacher when I was younger". He answers simply.
Normally he wouldn't be so open. But she's fire as hell, and he already feels comfortable enough to talk to her about almost anything. Almost. That might have to be a conversation topic for another time. "That's cute, what where they like?". She asks. Law smiles softly at the memories. "He was a gentle giant of a man". He answers. "Was?". She points out. "Was". He confirms. (Y/n) chuckles to herself. "I know what that's like". She giggles. She does, and he knows that's something that they have in common. A loved family member who was tragically taken away, a death that still lingers.
(Y/n) smiles, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I think I like you, you're on my good list". She states, a soft caring look in her eyes. Have you ever had your heart explode? Law knows what that feels like. He loves his woman. She reaches into her pocket, holding out a small little paper out to him. Law leans forward, taking the little paper from her. He sees it has her name written on it with a lip stick stain on it and a transponder snail number. "If you ever wanna find me". She tells him. "You're leaving?". He asks her. "Yeah, I should maybe head off". She tells him. "I have to go find someone".
She turns her head, seeing her little brother still passed out on the floor. "Take care of my baby brother for me, and if he ever needs his big sister you know how to find me". She asks of him. 'I will die to protect him to make you happy'. "No problem, I'll keep that in mind". He responds. She smiles brightly at him, showing him a smile that matches her brothers. "It's been really fun, see ya round". She tells him. "It has". He replies. With that, she gives him one last smile then walks out the bar.
Law smiles softly to himself, but it drops when he hears a groan and a stretched hand on the table. Luffy pulls himself up, taking a seat where his sister once sat. "Huh? Where'd (Y/n) go?". He asks the older man. "She left to go see Sabo". Law answers. "Oh, she's gonna be so happy". He says happily. "Luffy". Said young adult turns to the older man. "Yeah?". He asks. 'Can I marry your sister?'.
"...Nothing".
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Ace, Zoro, Sanji, and Law with an S/O who loves singing<3
Self indulgence continues>>>
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Fluff, possibly OOC, not proofread, GN, no pronouns used
Please enjoy this mess i cranked out simply because i wanted to😭
Please send any One Piece requests my way!<3
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🔥Ace🔥:
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ADORES your voice
“You know, the stunning siren usually isn’t on the boat.”
Encourages you to sing around others
Loves hearing you hum as you do little tasks around the ship
Contrary to previous examples, your voice keeps him from falling asleep
In a good way
This was noticed by the entire crew, so now they ask you to sing whenever they see him doze off, it’s free entertainment to them
Tries to sing along with you, but he sounds terrible
But you would never tell him that
Since he has his crew mates to do that for you.
“Leave the singing to Y/N, Ace.”
⚔️Zoro⚔️:
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Claims you make it hard to nap
This is reverse psychology, hearing you sing gentle tunes lulls him to sleep faster than a stomach full of food and beer
Would never admit it, but he’s addicted to your voice
He will always complain, but if you were to ever actually stop singing around him, he’d subtly ask you to continue.
“What’s wrong? You’re usually chirping a tune by now, songbird.”
“Please, I don’t want to listen to you, it’s just weird now that you’re quiet.”
Despite himself, he often taps his foot or nods his head along to your songs
But you will never catch him singing along
He’s too sneaky about it.
🧑🏼‍🍳Sanji🧑🏼‍🍳:
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When he learns you can sing, it’s all over
All but outright begs you to serenade him
“Y/N~? What was that lovely song you were singing earlier?”
Makes a delicious honey tea for your throat, should you ever need it
He gets excessively jealous if anyone else hears you
He’s convinced you only sing for him, so he operates on this assumption
“Your voice is a blessing from the Gods, nobody is worthy of it.”
He will literally melt if you ever sing in a sultry tone, he literally becomes a dog on your leash
🧑🏻‍⚕️Law🧑🏻‍⚕️:
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Genuinely gets annoyed by it, but he doesn’t show it
He knows you love singing, so he hides his frustration
It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he does
But the man always has so much on his plate, your singing can sometimes be the final step over the stress line for him
It also tends to make him feel bad
he honestly loves your voice, and he wants to give you the proper attention when you do sing around him
He denies it anytime you mention it, but there was one night he went to your room, climbed into your bed, and asked you to sing him to sleep
He just needs your patience, he’ll get there
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Hoo-wee, lookee there. Probably OOC for the boys, but I tried😭 if you have any One Piece requests, feel free to send them in! lots of love to y’all!💕
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