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sashi-ya · 3 months
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵ㅤㅤ january free requestsㅤ ㅤ trafalgar law x f! reader
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🕊️ request: @leftladyluminary ⋆。˚ Hello ( ^ω^ ) I was wondering if I could request a Law x fem!reader exploring a temple together that turns out to be a uh “procreation” temple the strongly affects those who enter? Please and thank you~ (╹◡╹)♡ 🕊️ tw: mdni. raw, rough sex. vaginal. nipple play. pregnancy ideas implied. cream pie. wc: 1650 🕊️ masterlist
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Zou is a humid place, very muddy as well. Your boots are dirty, and your clothing soaking wet. Those “Eruption Rains” become pretty inconvenient throughout the day, but they are necessary.
“I shouldn’t have worn a white shirt…” you tell Law, crossing your arms over your breasts.
“I would say you shouldn’t have worn it without a bra, (Name)-ya” Law says, squeezing and twisting his hat to drain it from the excess of water.
You sit down on a rock. Was it really necessary to say such thing? At best he should be a little bit happy to see your body through semi see through fabrics. What Law has just said felt painful to you, to say the least.
“You are right, I’m sorry” you mumble, walking away to find a proper place to hide and change your clothes. You are sure the ones in your backpack are as wet as your current ones, but something darker will do to cover up.
When the rivers formed in what are usually trails on top of Zuneesha’s back are finally dried, you find a very interesting construction ahead. Curious, as always, you come closer to discover it is a shrine.
“What a beautiful place” you comment in awe. Law seems to be anywhere else. He is probably near, but not close to you.
Curious, you put a step inside the shrine. It isn’t necessarily different from the rest of the temples you have attended in this long journey of piracy. However, somehow in the aura feels unusual to you.
The scent of incense smells more flowery, sweet, maybe even a little bit spicy. The Vitreaux windows create incredible depictions of Orchids on the ground, as the sun filters its rains through them. And the altar has a very distinctive little statue that calls for your hand to touch.
“I wonder what’s this shrine about? What god is meant to be built for?  In fact, do Minks have gods?” you ask yourself, making mental notes to ask Wanda once you are back from your expedition.
Your eyes scan the golden sculpture, it looks like two creatures tangled into each other. You would lie if you said you didn’t think of them having sex, and in fact you giggle for your “witty” thoughts.
There isn’t much to discover besides what you have just seen, but a little sign engraved in an old piece of wood.
“you shall keep your blood flowing; the warriors of the Sun must never disappear; they will fight for freedom and unity during this dark night”
You smile; and immediately after reading you remember Luffy. Even Law recognizes he is as shiny as the Sun itself. You don’t really think much of the true meaning of the sign, and soon after find Law looking at you from the very entrance.
“I turned around and you were gone, I didn’t know where you were” he asks, still soaking wet like a cat left out in the rain and looking a little bit mad at you for disappearing.
You could have picked a fight; you probably could have just brushed it off. But neither of those were your reaction, and unconsciously you lift your arms to stretch. The white shirt, still soaking wet, kept the transparency and with that the show off of your hard nipples presented to Law in its full beauty.
“I’m sorry, I was looking for a place to change” you tell him, with a rather sexy tone.
Law’s sun burnt cheeks turn red, golden eyes widening, pupils getting bigger. The little hints of black eyeliner smudge on his already dark tinted under eyes, the juicy pale lips of your captain slowly separating.
“You thought of changing on a shrine? Getting naked on a temple, (Name)-ya?” he asks, coming closer to you as he lets his yellow bag fall on the floor. Law walks like a snow leopard, slowly, menacing, sexily…
You swallow. That’s not his usual self, not at least with you. He looks like he is about to fight you, or even hurt you.
“L-Law, I wanted to put on a shirt over this one so that my breasts won-“ you shut up, as he strikes you and pins you against the altar.
You put your arms back to get a grip of something as you lose balance. Your hand reaches something cold and tiny and immediately after, his warm inked hand falls on top of yours.
Both, at the same time, touch the little statue behind and it feels like a new energy begins to run through your veins. It doesn’t take you long to finally succumb into a lustful, inappropriate kiss. His hands, all over your waist, lift the wet shirt that’s begun to get hot and too heavy on your skin.
“I have no idea what force is making me do this, but believe me I am not mad about it, (Name)-ya” Law whispers, in between panting and with his lips grazing yours.
“I have no idea either, but don’t you dare stop…”
The Surgeon of Death attacks your lips once again, this time while freeing you completely from your wet coverings… even if, something else in you was getting wetter by the moment.
Maybe it was the force of doing something so incorrect, so unholy on a sacred place… or maybe it was your love? Or even, both? Who knows, perhaps it was something else but the more you kiss, the more your bodies slide down until your back hits the red carpet covered floor.
Law’s tattooed hands squeeze and play with your breasts, almost like a beast ready to engulf his prey. “You wanted me to do this, don’t you?” he asks, reaching for one of your hard nipples, kissing the erected surface and then trapping it with his lips.
“Honestly, yes. I missed your touch…” you moan, realizing you are finally able to indulge in sex. It’s been long enough since you could touch each other, since you could be this intimate.
“I know, I’m sorry…” he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your chest.
You know there is nothing to forgive, and immediately after you notice his stitched arm holding the weight of his body on top of you.
“Law… can I be on top this time?” you ask, kissing the scar of his biceps.
His golden eyes shine brightly, apparently he loved the question and nods energetically, even if he felt embarrassed seconds after for doing so.
Soon, you take his place, undressing him faster and straddling your hips on his lap. He is hard, and the grey underwear completely soaked let nothing to the imagination. Deliciously tempting, you feel the impulse to your use your mouth before anything else, but the need of having him inside you is stronger… something invisible is making you desire his seed would fill your womb on and on and on.
You lift your ass from his lap, just a little for your hand to pass through your moved to the side panties and his hardness.
Law gasps when he understands you are not there to waist time on any other type of pleasure that his dick deep inside you.
“Now? but I don’t- I don’t have prot-“ he stutters, fighting in between the need of fucking you rough and reproduction health matters.
“You don’t really need it, I want you raw and rough in me…” you purr, guiding his sex towards your dripping entrance.
Your labia devours his tip, engulfing it with a warm slippery sensation. Law’s neck muscles tense, his head gets thrown back, a moan escapes his lips that resonates all over the shrine.
You do the same as you let yourself fall on top of him for his shaft to be finally entirely inside you. A whine so loud that mixes with his, and it becomes never ending as you start to hump on top of him.
Your hips move up and down, back, and forth and also in circles. Law’s fingers carve marks on the side of your hips and sometimes travel to the small of your back to press you against him with divine force. His hips, who up until now where immobile as pleasure struck him harder than he could ever expected, begin to move too.
“Nggh… let me fuck you faster…” he moans, using all of his strength coming from his core to impale you harder and synchronized to the rhythm of your jumps. The sound of wet sweaty skin slapping against the other become a sacred melody all around, while your nails carve marks as you grip from his heart tattooed pecs.
It doesn’t take you longer for your climaxes to arrive, and while your fingers intertwined with Law’s, your spasming walls milk him so violently… so needy, desperate for his release…
His frown intensifies, he even bites his lower lip but his eyes never shut as his pupils only fix into yours. As if his gaze was trying to anticipate something both knew, willingly to do whatever it takes to make his seed plant on you… deep, inside, of you.
“Fill me up…” “Keep it all inside…”
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“Wanda, may I ask you something?” you tap on her soft furry shoulder.
“Yes, honey. Tell me, what is it? Are you ok? You look very tired” the mink says, curious and perhaps a little worried about your state… truth Law wasn’t satisfied with just one round.
“So, I found a Shrine on the forest. It had a little statue; I didn’t get exactly what it was representing. But I remember reading a sign that said something about the warriors of the sun should prevail” you explain.
Wanda giggles. “Well, now I know why you are that tired… you went there with Trafalgar, didn’t you? it’s the procreation shrine, ruled by the sun lovers. That’s where we go to pray when we wanna bear children.. it said to be special forces that help us get pregnant”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Oh…”
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whatstheoccasion · 9 months
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"You are the rock on which I stand, Steady me, please take my hand, Hold me now until the break of day."
— Charles Wiles.
Pirates don't help people, he used to spit. I was not born into this world to help anyone.
Yet, as the fabric of your shirt softly shifts up your skin making you shiver, Law finds himself unable to stop the hand raising his blanket, keeping you warm.
You're not just people, though, he poorly excuses himself. You're more than just anyone to him.
Which is why he pretends to not notice how clingy you get when the sun's barely peeking through the windows, warm and bright enough to make out the shape of your face, features he awkwardly traces with the tip of his fingers, finding himself needing the intimacy, this closeness with you.
He cherishes these slight pieces of yourself you only show him. Asleep, vulnerable and soft to the touch, trusting this callous man to keep your dreams safe, Law has to bite his tongue to hold himself from repeating the same three little words to you like a fool.
He chastises himself for even thinking about it.
And then you start to wake up, with bloated cheeks and messy hair, your eyes still fighting sleep, and God, it's useless, Law thinks. It's an urge too hard to resist– but he refuses to say it out loud. He's content with protecting you as it is, tightening his blanket around you and trying to fix your hair.
Will it be too much for you, he wonders, impatiently waiting for your eyes to fully open, if he physically gives you his heart to keep, to protect?
"Law?"
You shove your face further down his neck, eyes scrunching in a tender way that makes Law's hands clench and unclench with the need to touch.
He hums low on his chest in response, bringing your body closer to his. When you don't continue, eyes closing again, he grumbles out, "Morning."
He feels your smile on his neck, one sleepy kiss pressed against it. "Good morning, love."
It hurts.
Up to this day, Law's guilt clenches with a vice-like grip around his chest, reminding him how he doesn't deserve this warmth, this forgiveness you give him.
It's a hole his heart still aches to fill– this disgusting need for affection, a need he can't allow himself to ask for out loud, but one he desperately looks for anyways.
When you're out and about on a new island, linking pinkies and pressing your side against his, teasing him for his pink cheeks and burning glare.
Aflot in the Polar Bear, dragging his tired self up deck to get some much needed sun in his system, his palms tingling where your hands held him.
On nights he's blessed with your pleasure, where he's insatiable until he makes you his– unsatisfied until every part of you is marked with his name, his traces.
So when you pull him closer to you now, he doesn't say a word. He doesn't tease you like he would any other day, doesn't call you out on how your body seems to always gravitate towards his– today he's not sure if his good intentions would come clear enough, and what if one last remark is what pushes you to finally leave him for good?
Law instinctively holds you closer, letting your body soothe his restless mind. You're here. You're staying. You love him.
You hug him even tighter in your sleep, entwining your legs together, impossibly closer to eachother. He's usually not positive for anything, but you're for sure a gift from his loved ones up above, because only those who cared for him enough could guide you to him.
He has one final thought before dozing off again, as the tiny fluttering of your eyelashes on his skin and the slight rise from the waves of the New World lull him to sleep, carrying so much fondness he doesn't even put up a fight when his eyes start to drop.
His heart is staying right where it belongs.
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persuasivus · 5 months
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modern au! bartender/neighbour Law ✨ cause we love men in vests
/part 1/ plot: heavy bartender shifts have law tired and in desperate need of of some rest. that's exactly what he was doing when his neighbour almost broke in his apartment, desperately asking for his help.
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there was nothing irregular about law's days, he was pragmatic and orderly, didn't fancy the idea of something unexpected ruining his mundane routine, so imagine his distress when loud banging on his front door woke him up one afternoon.
it's 2pm and he's still sleeping? indeed, that's the life of a bartender, 2 days in, 2 days off - 12 hour shifts in all their glory had him occupying the couch whenever he was at home.
why the couch and not the bed? easier, faster closer to the fridge, any other questions? good. now, "what's up with that damn door!" he thought and grumpily rasped "coming"
"damn plaster's gonna crumble, could you chill?-" he snarled at the loud intruder then swung open the door with such force the person banging almost crashed in his chest.
that took him by surprise but what left him even more puzzled was the crying girl now holding him by the sleeves of his crinkled uniform shirt.
she begged and rambled, pointing at the door opposite of his, he couldn't understand her quick jabbing and furrowed his brows at the way she was pulling at him "calm down, lady, what's the matter" law questioned pulling his arm away gather harshly.
she didn't pay any attention to the sudden lack of manners, or his dishevelled looks, her distressed seemed too great "please I'm getting flooded! It's something with the sink and i don't know what to do, please help me!"
his neighbour was desperate - the situation seemed dire and that snapped law out of his dizzy state. as much as this was an annoyance he couldn't leave the girl to fend the matter on her own.
what the hell does he know about plumbing? near to nothing but whatever, can't get worse than a flooding right? Law slipped on his boots and motioned for the girl to lead the way. he could actually hear the water now that he had fully awakened.
"fuck" he mumbled - water was everywhere, it was hard to distinguish at that point where it was coming from so he asked and quickly skipped to the kitchen sink which his neighbour pointed with shaky hand.
assessing the matter was useless, he was no plumber and he had no time to call for someone or Google whatever the fuck needed to be done.
"we need to stop the flow of this, where are the valves?" law asked but the way his neighbour looked at him dumbfounded and chewed on her lip left him with the clear impression she had no idea where the water valves are.
"jesus that's the abc of living alone - okay go wait in the hallway and don't touch anything. Any electricity I need to worry about?"
his neighbour fidgeted around, looking terrified of the rising water but manged to come up with an answer "there's an electrical socket behind the fridge and also next to the oven, right of the sink." That was not good at all - if water gets to those they will be in real trouble.
law grabbed his neighbour by the hand and rushed to the hallway, he instructed her to wait here and looked around carefully. Surely enough right above the front door were the circuit breakers. He was tall enough to reach them so he turned everything off.
It was the middle of the day which saved them from a total blackout - now that this was out of the way he hurried back into the kitchen and looked for the valves. he opened every cabinet under the sink until finally he found them - right behind the stacked bag of potatoes and cleaning supplies.
aa soon as he closed the valves the flow of water stopped and everything calmed down. Law took a deep breath suddenly feeling as if he had been holding his previous one for a long time. he finally took notice that his pants and half of his shirt were all wet from the kneeling he had done while looking for the valves.
there were a couple of hours before his shift starts so he'll have time to change although he really wasn't in the mood for laundry today. nevertheless, the problem was solved so he could go back to his apartment now.
"don't thurn back the electricity until a plumber looks at that sink" law adviced. he noticed the saddened look of his neighbour's face, truthfully law imagined she'd be happier once this was put to an end but then he looked around.
the apartment was a total mess, several hours of mopping and cleaning waited ahead of the poor girl. law groaned cursing under his breath.
"where do you keep the mop?"
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phsycochan · 5 months
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Mad man
Traflagar law / fem reader
Warnings:mention of blood
Angst
Hurt to comfort
Crying
Mention of death
Dissected head
Summary :law and emotions are not a good combination,law bursts at reader and reader ends up comforting him
Note : literally firsts scenario I write so tell me any mistakes or notes
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“Hey hey it's ok” you are trying your best to shush the poor girl lying in your arms, screaming and crying hysterically
“What's her name??” you asked still cradling the poor girl in your arms, she seemed 5 or 6 maybe ?
“Lami” the little boy answered seeming scared himself trying to put on a strong face “her name is Lami” he said those words and started crying
“Hey lami, what a sweet name you have” you tried to keep a smile on to the girl and the boy both of them seemed in a bad state “ Lami baby it is ok” you said with a soothing voice hugging the girl tight to your chest playing with her hair trying to comfort her
“Ma-Ma mama mama” sobs interfering each word and gasps escaping the little one
“They killed mama!” her sobs and screaming was already aching your heart and the little one word’s also caused another breakdown to the elder
He was trying to act strong ‘you thought’
You can't do anything, all that surrounds u are trees in the middle of the forest, it was supposed to be a peaceful walk with you and him away form the city but nothing prepared you to see such a sight in a calm place.
“Come on lami, look at me, breathe in and out ok?” you tried your best to calm her she was young,so young for whatever she saw,she was covered in blood not her own you assumed “ I am here with you ok ?” she seemed to have a better breathing pattern “and your big brother is here too” she didn't answer all she did was hug you
And it pained you so much
You didn't have to know a lot but seeing the blood on both kids and from the screaming the little boy did you realized that there mother was killed
How and who you didn't know
But apparently the two poor things have been wandering by them selves for around a day
You carried her and turned around
“Law?”
He seemed out of place just staring down at you and the younger ones giving you a blank stare
“Are you ok?” you said looking at him
It's not kids its something else, it's not the first time you two see something like that in fact you've seen worse but..,each time he held off a cold demeanor and stayed calm and acted accordingly, this time it's not like he panicked or anything but…
He is not acting like the usual law you know
He broke out out of his thought and said what almost same out as an unintentional snap at you
“Do you want me to carry her or something?!”
He himself was shocked of his response and your reaction to what he said wasn't far away form his own
“No”..you sighted ��no I just want to bring both of them to the polar tang” you kept a calm face staring at him unsure why he was acting like this
Silent
“Oh”.. “Ok”
You started to walk with Lami on your shoulder and implied to the boy to follow you and he did, you walked a bit, then started to slow down when you noticed law is not following so you turned your body to face him.
He stared at you and realized he hasn't moved yet
“I can” he starteled a bit
“ I can shamble us back “
You gave him a questionable look
“As you want”
He gave you a nod and shambled all four back to the tang
Finally feeling at ease being on the tang, little girl already asleep clutching on you and a little boy seeming so scared and lost
and your man
Your man acting weird
“Law I will take both to the infirmary”
He stared at you
“Do whatever” he stormed out of the room
His response was odd, to him he never hesitated to give medical assistance to anyone in need, especially children, you weren't even sure if any needed medical assistance but the least he could do was check on them
He is a doctor
It was his pride
You went to the infirmary with the two,laid Lami on the bed while asking the boy
“And you, what's your name”
He seemed stupidly shocked by your question
“Oliver…my name is Oliver”
You gave a smile “and how old are you”
“9 and lami she is 5”
You ruffled his hair still keeping on a smile
“Did any of you get injured ?”
You already inspected both, yeah they both had dry blood on their clothes but no visible injuries
“No not anything important at least..but mum” he stared down and stated “pirated chopped her head off”
U didn't have a proper response, what can you even say ‘oh listen boy the world is unfair and bullshit?’ all you did was wrap your arms around him, he was frozen in space at first but he managed to hug you back
“You can cry you know….you don't have to act strong”
And that was the breaking point, he cried hysterically, so loud so agonizing, so painful, you rubbed his back
“Let it go”
He finished, he calmed down, detached himself and wiped his tears
“Thank you” was all he managed to say
You gave a weak smile and told him you will be right back
You head to Law’s room, knocking on the door
No answer
You knocked again
“Get lost!” was all you heard
You ignored him and just entered the room
“I thought I said get lost?!” he said in an unrecognizable tone, at least not a tone he would use on you, having a bunch of papers in front of him on the desk giving you a death stare.
“What's wrong?”
“What do you mean what's wrong” still same state and same hurting tone
You tried to keep your compusure and calm state
“You are acting weird..since we found the lami and oli…” he cutted you off mid sentence
“I am just in a bad mood ok?now get out!”he glared at you before returning back to his paper work
Instead of walking out you approached him, yeah sure his words fucking hurted but, law is not a man to act like this out of nothing
“You should at least check on them” you said in a calm tone staring at his back
“They seemed In a fine state to me” he spat out still his back still facing you
“ Lami and Oliver have been in the forest for about a day now..they may have a food poisoning or something from the forest and I already saw minor cuts on both of them so can you..”
You said while approaching while trying to rest his hand on his shoulder but then he slapped your hand and cutted you off again
“I said get the fuck out !” he didn't say it, he screamed it
You stared at him, tears threatening to fall
“We were literally fine minutes before we met them!” you screamed back
“And now I am not!” he sat in silence looking at your face now “or do you thing you are the only one that gets her stupid mood swings?”
You stared at him,more like glared at him, and left
Went to your room to gather some clothes that might fit the two
Lami was already awake and talking with Oliver
You checked both for cuts and wounds and took Lami to bath her and offered Oliver an empty shower and told him to take his time, took care of lami that seemed a lot more calm now and went to the kitchen to cook both of them a meal
“Thank you so much” Oliver said and Lami said right after him copying her brother “Thank u sister”
“Hey her name is not..oh right what's your name, sorry for not asking earlier”
You gave him a small smile “call my y/n….i know both of you are starving but food will be ready in minutes ok”
You tossed the tray in the oven
“I will be right back”
You went to your room to use your den den mushi to Call ikkaku, you explained the situation to her and told her to buy some clothes to both, explaining age and size precisely.
You fed both of them and offered some old comic books for them to pass time
“It's not fair I can't read!” you chuckled at Lami response for the you offering the comics, you were happy that she was easing up and not thinking about what happened to their mum
“ I will read for you lami stop annoying y/n” Oliver stated and gave a funny look to lami
“Fine fine you two stay here and read “
You didn't quite comprehend the situation, call it trauma response but you were glad they are not having a breakdown every five minutes, at least they still have a father is what you told yourself, their father left for a business trip and will be back in 3 days, 3 days to take care of the poor souls and then you can give them to their dad, how Oliver talked about him assured you he is actually a good man so you knew you are leaving them in safe hands
but what was currently consuming you alive was Law
He never acted like that, never screamed at you…man he never slapped your hand when you tried to touch him
He always leans into your touch no matter how heated things get between you two
What is happening to him?
Ikkaku, bepo,shachi, penguin, and the rest of the crew came back, while ikkaku already explained the situation for the rest everyone tried to ease both kids and make them forget about the incident
Stupid jokes from shachi and penguin
Bebo cuddling up with lami till she slept with her new clothes that ikkaku bought
You stared at all of them part of you was comforted and part of you still thinking about him, it's been all day and he still didn't get out of his room you thought
Man he didn't even eat, you wanted to go back in, talk to him ask him Confront him anything! But after he talked with you like that for no reason you just couldn't bring yourself to do so, if he stormed at you again you will lose it and you didn't want that
You told bepo to deliver his food but he refused to even open the door
Your mind was exhausted from him from all the tears you saw this day, from the venting you heard and comforting you did
You were stressed and exhausted and it showed in your face clearly,ikkaku asking if you are ok and you simply replied that both of you and law had a fight, over what? you yourself don't know
All the thoughts rumbling in your head were cut by him walking in the common room where all of yall are gathered
“Both of you get out of my sight”
He was staring at lami and Oliver, both seemed startled and not sure how to react to the scary man above them with eyes that felt like they were hunting them down
You didn't know how to react either, he is not like himself and the past encounter with him didn't help your thoughts either, you approached the two pointing to the corridor and telling them to go to your room trying to keep a smile on
After you were sure they were gone and while the crew still starring at law, not really having an idea of the reason behind his anger nor you did
You didn't want to argue with him but your own anger was seeping in your system so you just glared at him instead of saying anything
“Don’t fucking stare at me like that” the tension was rising in the room as much as a his own tone
You just gave the same death stare at him “or what?”
“Don’t fucking test me y/n”
“They are fucking kids' law !”
“And we are pirates y/n”
His answer saddened you and something inside you seemed to snap, pirates? He despised pirates that are rude to civilians and used their authority above them
Especially childrens
You were devastated, wanted to cry, shout and the moment of sad silence you had turned back in into anger but knowing that whatever conversation with your boyfriend ‘captain’ at the moment is probably useless in his current state
So You rolled your eyes at him and moved your eyes away from him moving towards your room “good night guys”
You went in and prepared a place for lami and Oliver to sleep in a room next to yours, and started getting ready for bed, staring at yourself in the mirror while brushing your teeth trying to think of a reason for his action you were desperate to justify what the fuck caused him to act this way
But there was no reason no matter how hard you tried to look for one
You snuggled into your bed trying to catch some sleep in the hope of easing the stupid headache that had accompanied you all-day and the fact that his usual comforting smell of him was all over your sheets didn't help with your thoughts or your stupid headache
How can you be so mad at someone yet miss them this bad? You cursed how stupid you sounded
‘Idiot’ you mumbled to yourself
Probably an hour passed by and sleep didn't seem like it was coming anytime soon, all you could do was staring the ceiling above you
Till you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open, part of you scared that something happened since it is such a late hour for anyone to knock on your door.
You opened only to find law in front you with an expression that you never saw him wearing
‘Sad’
Yeah sure you saw him angry, devastated, cheesy, embarrassed, happy…but this?
Till him clutching on you,hugging you cutted of your thoughts
‘Oh’ you just hugged him back letting him in and closed the door all while he still connected to your body, you walked him into your bed sitting him down leaving his embrace and looking at him staring down
He stared down with his hand covering his face and waited for him to talk but all you faced was silence and heavy breathing filling the room, so you slightly moved next to him hugging his back trying to soothe him to talk
And nothing prepared you for what came next
Heavy sobs and gasps filled the room your own face was shocked
‘He is crying’
It was painful to watch a man as law
Crying
which for how long you've known him already was never this vulnerable in front of you
Or in front of anyone
You just hugged him tight which increased his own cries, you tried to move him till he faced your body, and removed his hands from his face, removing his tears and rubbing them dry trying to calm him down
“Its ok”…a Calm raspy voice escaped your mouth “You are ok”
His orbs staring at you while you still cupped his face with your hands then stared down
“My sister..” was all he managed to say
“Did she remind you of her ?” your mind started to connect the dots of what was in his mind
“My sister's name was lami”
You hugged him resting his head on your chest and stroking his hair trying to find a proper response
“You would think I am insane if I told you both have the same cry “
You held him tighter to your embrace and gave him a kiss on his hair
“You are not insane law”
She could feel him trembling beneath her, she had never seen him like this , and God it is so fucking painful
“Y/n…I fucking miss them,mum,dad,lami and …and Cora San”
“I am sure they are so proud of you law….they are in a better place now “
“I stormed at you earlier, I've acted like a dick and I scared the kids and..”
He went silent
“I am so fucking sorry y/n”
She stroked his hair again trying to calm him down
“It's ok love”
He gave her a slightly cracked voice
“It's not fucking ok”
She replied with a soothing demeanor “just next time tell me those thoughts out loud, I can't read your mind”
“It's so fucking pathetic, look at me i just cried in your...”
She cut his silence off
“Law it's not pathetic” she says “I want you to get things off your chest I am your partner this is the least I can do”
“But..”
“No but law,if situations were reversed would you want me to pent things up inside of me ?”
“Well of course not but..”
“Stop with the but thing law !” She hugged him tight
At the moment all law was feeling was relief and a heavy feeling lifted of his chest,you were his everything and the thought of losing you too pained him too much to even think about it and the fact it can happen any minute wasn’t something that left his mind at all
he just kept feeling that the moment that you abandon his sight you will be gone like everyone else.
He detached himself from you only to hold your face
He stared at you precisely on your lips all he wanted now was to feel your lips on his
He stared at your face while all he thought of was ‘I love you’ pushing you down to the mattress and pressing his lips on yours,started deepening the kiss and only left your mouth leaving a room for you to breathe only to move on to your jaw attacking it ,moving on to your neck sucking the tender flesh beneath him while his hands roamed over your body
You were panting under him not finding enough air to fill your lungs
He gasped out
“I love you”
You smiled at the the words and the ways his face looked so flushed In front of you
The familiar yellow orbs staring right at you
“I love you too,law”
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nifaswriting · 1 year
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Law is handsome.
He knows it, and he uses it against his s/o. All. The. Time.
Sometimes, it's only to tease them a little. There's just something he deeply enjoys about seeing them flustered when he walks around shirtless in their bedroom or when he smirks and winks at them when no ones looking. Be it his slightly sadistic nature, but he loves teasing.
Other times though, he uses his natural charms to make them do what he wants.
He needs them to get something for him ? A charming smile and they're off in a flash.
They won't obey his orders ? No problem but woah, it's suddenly too hot, he needs to take off his shirt. Maybe that'll convince them ? It sure does.
They're upset and won't talk to him ? Fine. Guess he'll just take that shower he was about to take alone then... What a shame. Oh, they change their mind ? Nice.
He's the worst, but he never means bad. He just likes to play with them a little bit from time to time. ❤️
"(Name) - ya, you need to take the medicine."
"I'm not taking that disgusting stuff ever again."
It has been like this for days now, and Law is slowly but surely running out of patience. How can someone be so stubborn ? They should know better, especially since he is the doctor and they're his patient.
"I told you, it's for your own good." He doesn't know how many times he has repeated this. "You won't get better if you don't take it."
"I'm not taking it."
A vein is popping on his forehead. He's tired of arguing, but he needs them to take the damn medicine.
"Fine." He sighs.
And they think he's finally done, but then Law walks to them, getting close. Very close. So close their noses are touching and they can feel his warm breath against their lips.
They look up, and he's staring right into their eyes, almost seductively. And his greyish orbs are so pretty, so mesmerizing and he looks so breathtaking up close that they jaw drops slightly at the sight.
They close their eyes, lips parted, aiming for a kiss, but next thing they feel is the bitter taste of the medicine almost pushed down their throat.
Betrayal.
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owlight · 8 months
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Hello! I read in your bio that requests are open!
I hope I read it right!
I would like to request something ( HC or scenario, your call) with law and smoker, please?
I was thinking about what could the reader do that would make them melt? As in something so cute that they just short circuit?
Thank you! I loved your writting! I am looking forward for more works !
Thank you for requesting,I enjoyed this request 😭💗💗, did a little scenario with each hc,hope u liked it
Tags: Fluff, cute stuff, law love cute things (canon), just fluffy things [:
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Headcanon of Trafalgar law, Smoker and what make them melt from Thier partner cuteness
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Law
One sunny day aboard the Heart Pirate's submarine, Law and the reader found themselves lounging in the common area, discussing their adventures and sharing laughter. You as always mischievous, decided it was time to have some fun with the usually stoic Law,You noticed the bounty poster of Law hanging nearby and you grabbed it,giving it kisses and making loud noises , knowing it will probably cause law to crack a smile "Hey, Law...such a pretty face you have,I think I fell in love all over again,they took a very nice picture of you this time,not so shrimpy now" You said, trying to hold back a grin. "Have you ever noticed how handsome you look in this wanted poster? I want to hang this in our bedroom " you says with a little playful smile Law raised an eyebrow, approached you while you are holding the the bounty poster, he stands beside you, hoping you would stop acting out if he humored you for now "Look at you,you are so handsome here!" You tell him as you give the posters kisses,Law's eyes widened for a moment, not expecting such playful behavior from you in the open Infront of the other crewmates, you looked so cute like this ,your face looked so adorable whenever you acted playful,and he couldn't hold it anymore,His brain short-circuited for a split second and before he could even think, his hands instinctively reached out and squeezed your cheeks gently "oi, don't go on kissing a poster where I am right here" he mummers , feeling bit flustered for not getting your attention and seeing you giving a damn poster that much kisses-Law's realize he acted without thinking as he feel your soft cheeks between his fingers and seeing your wide eyes,his usual calm and composed demeanor cracked for a brief moment. A faint blush crept up on his cheeks, but he quickly tried to hide it by turning away, letting your cheeks go and titling his hat to cover his eyes"go put that poster back , it's just a picture tsk" he try to dismiss what just happened but it's too late The crew members who happened to witness the scene burst into laughter, delighted to see their captain in such an amusing state "Captain, I've never seen you react like that before! You're blushing!" Shachi and penguin teased in union, Law grumbled, trying to regain his composure and pretending that nothing had happened. "It was just a momentary lapse. Don't make a big deal out of it..." He grumble trying to save himself from everyone teasing But the reader, still cherishing the adorable flustered Law, leaned in and kissed his cheek playfully, causing him to look away, this time with an even deeper blush " aw come on! Law you look so cute right now,come on do it again! I like it when you touch my cheeks~ " Law realized in that moment,he will not be able to live this moment down ever again... probably a new source for everyone to tease him about
He got few weakness and one of them that he loves cute things ,he will not admit it to any living soul though everyone who ever met him will realize this man got a soft spot for cuteness and (unfortunate to him) you are so cute to him in his eyes
Everytime you do something playful or tease him,your cuteness level reach a dangerous level in his eyes that he can't help himself,he have to physically hold himself back from pinching your cheeks or hugging you since he got a reputation to uphold
He once almost had a heart ache fr cuteness when he saw you taking a nap on top of Bepo,that was his moment when he saw heavens gate,he wished he could had a camera to take a picture and hang it in his captain cabin like the size of the wall,but he had to hold himself together and just stocked himself with a small picture he keep tightly with him ,he look at it for Emotional support
He will absolutely melt if you hold any cute animal babies or something cute ,he really love cute plushies so he allow you to buy them and admire them from afar (he have one polar bear one that he favor above the others...)
Law appreciates a good meal specially cute bento boxes though he would never admits it ,so if you ever prepare a bento box with adorable food art – shaped like smiling animals or heart patterns law would coughs his heart out emotionally,he would be trying his best not say it's cute,or act like he is so in love,even if it looked silly or bad,he will eat it up and will try to feed you and he cute (he have a stoic face with a little blush the whole time)
If you wear something cute or wear his hoodies...he will die ,Bepo will grab law soul out and return it back to it's place while law pretend to be grumpy about it ,he will allow you to wear his hat too so you can look extra cute ,he would mummers you look cute to you and only you so you can know he don't mind if you wear more cute things for him
He as a whole ,a very big fan of you and cute things and he consider you cute so anything you do might get him to ER from cute overboard so be careful
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Smoker
It's a quiet evening on the deck of Smoker's Marine ship. The two of you have managed to find a moment of solitude away from the prying eyes of the crew. Smoker leans against the railing, his arms crossed, as he watches the moonlight dance on the surface of the sea. You approach him from behind, gently wrapping your arms around him and hugging him, burying your face into his back as you blew few kisses on his back in a playful manner At first, he tenses up slightly, unused to such intimate displays of affection. But as you nuzzle closer and plant a soft kiss on the back of his coat even more, he can feel his defenses crumbling.he tries to suppress the blush that threatens to creep onto his cheeks but he fails miserably " (y/n-n), behave yourself... someone might come and see you" he grumble, trying to pretend to be bothered,but you can see the fact he is smoking up ,his smoke is all heart shaped,betraying his own trying of playing it cool and grumpy and tough, you chuckles at his actions, seeing right through him "You don't have to put up that tough act with me, you know," you whisper, your voice is soft "I know there's a softie hiding under all that smoke" He grumbles at the way you speak,every word you say making him softer and softer,he feel himself melting and it's flustering him to no end because he can't deny the truth in your words, he is a softie... specially for you,your physical affection always make him easily flustered and make him feel like a puddle of love is bubbling inside of him "Nobody else gets to see this side of me," he admits, sounding bit vulnerable in this moment,but he trust you,to not take this as a joke at this moment or tease him about it You respond by tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips, your touch gentle and soothing. "And that's why I feel special," you say, planting a kiss on his back as you pull away "I love seeing your reactions...they are precious to me"
Smoker is not one to openly express affection, but when the you wraps youe arms around him from behind unexpectedly, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, it catches him off guard. His heart races, and he struggles to maintain his usual composure, trying to hide his blush or the fact he smoking heart shaped smokes all over while scolding you if you done it in public
he is truly a sucker for physical affection,you will catch his brain short-circuiting at the spot if you gave him a kiss in public or held his hand ,he enjoys it so much with you, you are the only person he can be truly physically vulnerable and having his guard down
If you ever playfully teases Smoker, or tried poking fun at his gruff mannerisms or calling him by a silly nickname. Layout will see him try to keep up his stern face while the corners of his lips curl into a slight smile ,he allow you to do that of course because you have a great level of ownership of his heart,he sometimes wonder if he created a brat out of you by how much he let you get away with teasing him
Although Smoker may never admit it, being called "Smoky" or something equally endearing by you secretly warms his heart. It's a nickname he'd never accept from anyone else, but when it comes from you, it's just too adorable to resist,he would not admit it even if you held him at gun point though
When you opens up about your hopes and dreams, Smoker can't help but be captivated by your passion and vulnerability. Seeing their determination to achieve their goals ignites a sense of protectiveness in him, and he vows to support you no matter what ,it truly make his heart melt to see you so passionate about your dreams and hopes
Smoker can be quite self-critical, so if you make a point to sincerely compliment him on his achievements, appearance, or character or whatever he does,he will have a short-circuiting moment, Hearing those sweet words from you makes him feel appreciated and loved, causing him to stammer out a bashful thank you and trying to dismiss his bashfulness and pretending he did not become even more down bad for you in that moment
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jordyn-degas · 1 year
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Never again.
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Characters: Trafalgar Law x fem! reader
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Warnings: first piece for Law bc I couldn't hold it in anymore - he's literally consuming every single brain cell; light smut - MDNI; depiction of cuts, bruises and blood; reader is held by Caesar; Law takes care of you - in more ways than one 😏; slow paced in a way; emotions and feels; implied decision of self-sacrifice; reader is sold to the highest bidder; restriction of free will; double entendre between Law & reader - men and their feelings; i think i described it heavier than it actually is - sorry 😅; moody and broody? absolutely lovable. Spoilers: if you haven't reached Punk Hazard and Dressrosa, you will stumble upon new characters under the cut. Read at your own risk.
italic font - past; regular font - present
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Taglist: i'm tagging you in everything at this point @uchihabbynic 😅 i need you in my corner since i started down the One Piece path 🤤
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Softness of familiar fingers brushed along the skin of your back carefully, goosebumps peeking through at the care with which you were handled. Along the trail of a touch that was not foreign anymore, after six horrendous months, came the thin, translucent fabric that has been adorning your body all this time. Cuts and bruises, unorthodox surgeries and an inhuman amount of tests defined the life you had been living in captivity.
On the God forsaken island of Punk Hazard where a mad scientist resided, the author of each scar that was going to serve as a reminder for the rest of your life, a seed of hope developed with each passing day, blooming into moments of peace, comfort and quiet. It was all because of a man that was entrusted with keeping you alive enough to carry on with being a subject, armed with medicine and gauze along with a pair of gray eyes that seemed lost somewhere in time, in a point he was unable to return – pure coldness masking anger and sadness, a wall built on a life that hasn’t been kind.
“Don’t sleep on your back tonight.” Trafalgar Law, the infamous Surgeon of Death and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, broke the comfortable silence while carefully wrapping the gauze around your arm.
“I’ll sleep on the side.” tired sigh slipped past your chapped lips, hooded gaze eyeing the monitor on the other side of the room where it displayed vital signs that were barely above the limit – monitored day and night.
“Caesar went in again.” he concluded watching how your shoulders caved in as if trying to hide whatever gruesome cut was in the front.
“It’s fine.” hand lazily reached for the oversized shirt resting on the pillow, one belonging to a subject that has been dead for more than three months now. “I’m so used to it by now that I don’t feel the pain as much.”
Fingers dipped into the abrasive material from all the clumsy hand washing, patches that have been sown up again and again pushing against the skin as a reminder that this has probably been worn by many before you. Looking into the lap, sudden shame bloomed seeing your legs completely riddled with old and new scars, damaged skin peeking from under the shorts, its disgusting aspect crawling upwards across the navel where it was met with various vertical and horizontal cuts that reached around your middle.
Pulling at the shirt to bring it closer, the warmth of Law’s hand engulfed your wrist, freezing immediately feeling the most skin to skin contact you’ve had in months. A sense of urgency pooled into a silent plea, tension being released through the pads of his fingers, as if silently telling you to wait, to stop and accept yet again his help. As he walked around the bed on which you were sitting, arms quickly shot upwards, hands clasping at the shoulders in an attempt to hide what was now one of the most deep, long and wide cuts your chest had survived. It was far from being the first time in which Law has seen you completely bare from head to toe, needed when the damage was too great to stumble over such mundane concerns – he was a doctor after all.
“Tch! How is this fine, Y/N-ya?” Law grumbled with utmost annoyance, chair grazing harshly against the floor while being brought in front of you. “You’re hemorrhaging.”
“I’m not made of glass, Trafalgar.” bark but no bite being all that you could muster at almost 1 am, after a long day of being a guinea pig. 
Holding back a reply fit for the smart ass you labeled him as, Law’s jaw clenched shut watching the woman that fought the pain right before his very eyes. Six full months of constantly providing postoperative care, trying to the best of his ability to place back together what others broke, at first considering it to be a tedious request from Caesar. That until he allowed himself to get to know the mysterious patient no one was allowed to talk to, you so casually striking up a conversation while barely able to breathe – kind eyes and soft smile.
Unknowingly to both of you, as each day passed, seeds were planted somewhere deep into hearts that deemed themselves unfit to live freely, to know peace or love, to feel care or happiness. Extra medicine was being sneaked under Law’s jacket, followed by books, warm tea and food – hours passing by with ease when in the presence of each other. There was no need for conversation, being in the same room making the air of this hellhole of an island a bit more breathable. 
“Y/N-ya.” Law’s deep, soothing voice pooled into your ears with calmness, gaze falling on his open palm in which a roll of gauze waited. “Let me.”
“This time is really bad, Law.” defeated whisper made its way out of the dryness of your mouth, head raising, gaze being met with the familiar pair of gray eyes in which you found comfort and compassion. “I’m horrendous, disgusting, a sight that would ..”
“You’re not.” bitter sentence being cut off abruptly, Law’s proximity and intense stare causing for your arms to slowly drop on each side, breasts exposed to the coolness of the room as his focus switched from your face and on the bleeding cut that stretched from under the neck, stopping in the middle of the abdomen – for the first time since being examined by him, blood rushed into the cheeks, causing you to blush profusely. “Have you finished the book I brought last week?”
Calloused hand found its purchase against your cheek, powerful slap causing the neck to snap painfully, the taste of blood coating your taste buds. Bare feet felt relief while touching the expensive carpet adorning the stone flooring of Dressrosa’s Royal Palace. Fingers wrapped tightly against the two blades you held, entire body trembling from head to toe with anger and fear, jaw clenched shut in an attempt to fight the harsh reality.
“Bought for my free use, indeed.” Don Quixote Doflamingo’s vicious chuckle bounced off the walls, lips and teeth morphing into a malicious grin. “Worth all the money for this moment right here.”
Horror and shock adorned Law’s features, Sea Prism Stone shackles binding him to the royal chair, hands balled up into tight fists when met with Doflamingo’s most prized possession in this war against him – you. Chest began heaving at the sight, forcing himself to remain as calm and calculated as possible, trying to ignore the all too familiar instinct of protecting you in favor of putting the pieces of the puzzle together, unable to slip past the constant thought that bloomed into both of your minds: a year and two months since being sold by Caesar only to find each other here.
Tears pricked at your eyes seeing Law so close, yet so far, pangs of guilt booming into the chest knowing you have not kept the promise made before your departure.
I promise to stay safe until you come after me.
Evil laughter filled the room, Doflamingo and his acolytes watching with delight as two people representing each other’s weaknesses were the prisoners of his mercy.
“Did you really think that Caesar didn’t know about you two?” Doflamingo’s tonality carrying mockery from beginning to end, fingers dancing into the air as your arms suddenly raised with the blades in a position to attack. “He gave me everything I needed to know, to use when the time was right.”
Law was still stuck between past and present as he could not see, through the teared clothes, all the scars that once mapped out all the pain you’ve been through. The woman he met in Punk Hazard completely disheveled, beyond repair at first glance, bore no resemblance to the one standing before his eyes. Looking past the dried up blood as a result from the slap, skin was glowing with a smoothness that has never been there, no longer sickly and battered, lips pinched with a healthy color, cheeks dusted with the bright blush of life — one he hasn’t seen in so long it had his heart race at the sight.
Even with the eerie calmness Law seemed to be displaying, you knew exactly what he was thinking with the way his gray gaze was doing its rounds up and down your figure. After the time spent together, after all the conversations and nights where you thought no one knew about, you could easily read the man that took up all the space available in your cold heart. The broken woman he got to see in any shape and form was no longer there — healthy from head to toe, used because she was doomed to fall in love with him.
“What did you do?!” a dangerous growl ruptured from the back of Law’s throat when met with a stupidly low temperature in the room along with your bare body only wrapped in a flimsy sheet – Caesar was punishing you.
“I-I r-r-refu-used-d-d ..” teeth clashed against each other repeatedly, violent chills shaking your form while sitting on the bed all balled up. “ .. I f-f-fought ..”
Tears grazed the sensitive skin of your cheeks, blood concentrating into keeping a weak body warm, anger and disappointment lacing the voice of the woman to which Law rushed a split second. For the first time since being here, he decided to risk his own plan for this unknown woman that worked its way under his skin in less than a month since meeting her – 7 months later since he first laid eyes on you, warmth, care and an unnamed feeling gnawed mercilessly at his soul.
Judging by the way risky purple pinched parts of your body, Law knew the shock of hypothermia was close to hitting. The warmth that engulfed you at his proximity called for rash decisions, sheet dropping as you wrapped around his body as a moth drawn to bright light. Tensing briefly at the contact, Law relaxed immediately thereafter, feeling your arms sneaking under the jacket, face buried deeply into the crook of his neck, pleasured sigh escaping feeling the desperately craved warmth. Cold lips brushed past the pulse point that was throbbing, his eyes dipping along the curvature of your back and quickly switching their focus when met with the waistband of the only piece of fabric covering the lower part of your body.
“‘m sorry.” shaky whisper laced with sadness graced the silence as, instinctively, Law’s arms wrapped around you tightly. “m so cold.”
“Don’t worry.” Law’s own whisper brushed past your ear, masking the foreign satisfaction he felt of having you in his arms.
Not even realizing what was happening, warmth suddenly tugged at your skin, feeling how life rushed throughout the body, able to hear again heartbeats that seemed to not be there a few seconds ago. Feet left the floor, legs wrapping around your savior’s waist in an attempt to absorb even more from the essence of life. Head raised slightly, you were met with a foreign room, eyes coming in contact with a wall filled with bookshelves, desk holding perfectly organized papers to the side and a closet. There was cozy light, senses pinched with the scents of Punk Hazard’s winter and pristine freshness, detecting with ease the faint citrus smell of a familiar hand soap — Law’s room.
“Let me.” Law spoke calmly as your feet touched the floor, gray eyes completely focused on yours, arms raising on their accord on which he slid one of the fresh t-shirts that rested on the bed. “You’re sleeping here.”
“What about Caesar?” shiver ran across the length of your spine at the mere thought of not being found in your usual room and putting Law in a danger neither needed. “What about you?”
Looking through hooded eyes, Law chose to answer with silence, walking up to the desk and placing his jacket on the back of the chair before sitting on it with a quiet sigh. Without another word, taking his entire demeanor as a hint, bare feet slapped against the floor but not in the direction he thought. Law was met with a stretched out arm, palm wide open, eyes falling on the stitches surrounding your wrist. 
The soft smile adorning your features had yet another knot form into the throat, one that began appearing quite often whenever he would hear your carefree laugh despite the situation in which you have been for months. Reluctantly, Law placed his hand into yours, both knowing that whatever has been building in the darkness of Caesar’s laboratory could not end with rainbows and fireworks. However, who doesn’t crave the sweet taste of happiness and peace from time to time?
“You need to rest.” was the only sane thing Law managed to say, trying to ignore how good you were capable of looking in his t-shirt, taking off his signature hat and throwing it on the desk.
“So do you.” soft notes filled with warmth and care pricked his senses, mattress dipping as you both slid under the covers.
It was one of those moments in which everything ceased to exist — Law forgetting to put up his reinforced walls meant to keep people out, allowing himself to care, to feel, much more than ever before, while you forgot that maybe tomorrow you’ll meet the end Caesar has threatened you with, grasping at a hope that came in the form of a broody, grumpy man that did nothing but to show the other face of humanity.
Tears bubbled into your eyes at the feeling of being comfortable again, of feeling pure warmth that came from another person, of bathing into an unspoken care, heartbeats thumping loudly enough for the man to hear them. His eyes did not leave your face for a single second, fighting between the harsh reality and the onslaught of feelings that began taking over with each second spent so close to you. They felt foreign, yet familiar and comfortable, fingers twitching with the sudden need to touch you.
Ignoring any sense of sanity, your body moved on its own accord, hands working quickly the material that stood between you and Law’s upper body. When he did not protest, steel eyes still trained on your features, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling both bodies flush against each other – skin memorizing the tattoos that adorned his chest and body as if wanting to carry a version of him with you forever.
Quiet gasp rolled off Law’s lips at the closeness, absolutely bewildered with how normal it all felt, as if being with you for years on end.
“Need your warmth.” emotions filled voice cut through the silence, trying to not break down feeling his body melting against yours, arms sneaking around the middle, being pulled even deeper into the man that awakened the feeling you were afraid to name.
Law could feel the tip of his ears burning, fingers twitching as they dipped into the material of the t-shirt covering your body, tightening their grip on it when realizing this was the only place in which you were capable of finding comfort and safety. There was no room for uncertainty at this point, both diving too deep into something that should have not existed in the first place, grasping at straws of a hope neither could guarantee – falling for each other on this God forsaken island, in the darkness of Caesar’s laboratory, a place where dreams went on to die along with their owners.
Timid attraction began closing the gap between your lips, Law’s eyes darting to yours and back up, searching for any bit of hesitation, barely able to hold it together as the warmth of your breaths clashed. Hot fingertips carved their path in between his shoulder blades, traveling upwards across the nape of his neck, slight shiver rocking Law’s body at the intimate gesture, before your fingers found purchase into the softness of his dark hair. Arm wrapped tightly around the waist moved to grab at the flesh of your thigh, leg being carefully placed over his middle, both watching each other in comfortable silence, any rational thought slipping out and making room for nothing but yearning, suffocating want and need to feel loved.
“Y/N-ya.” Law’s last attempt at being calculated, protective and sane about the situation, was completely thrown out the moment a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“I’m sure.” confidence laced the words, lips hovering over each other, waiting for the moment in which all the walls would crumble to the ground. “Are you?”
The reply came in the form of a haze clouding your brain completely, pieces of a broken heart meeting yet again in their rightful place as Law’s lips melted against yours – warm, soft, careful, timid even. It felt as if getting acquainted with each other for the first time, yet familiar and safe, somehow knowing what one meant to the other long before even having the chance to meet. Tongues slipped past the feverish lips, dancing on a slow, tender rhythm, breaths picking up their paces with each passing second spent entangled. Fingertips dipped even deeper into the flesh of your thigh, body arching into his, wishing to be absorbed and consumed completely by no else but him.
Through needy, passion filled kisses, the mattress dipped again as Law switched his weight, settling your body under his with ease, forearms on each side of your head, legs spreading to accommodate the man in between them, shaky sigh being released when feeling the protruding bulge pressing against the visible wet spot of your underwear. Hips began moving on their own accord, demanding more through the clothed friction which caused the Surgeon of Death to allow a low groan to escape against your lips. Needy whimper betrayed the state in which you found yourself the moment he stood up, knees digging into the mattress, expert fingers quickly working under the oversized t-shirt you wore, hooking them into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off the legs slowly, calculated, as if giving you time to change your mind on something that was bound to seal two fates together.
“Don’t.” hand grabbed at Law’s wrist, stopping him from removing the last piece of clothing that would reveal what you had become in its entirety.
“I already know ..” steel gaze pierced through the depths of a soul that had known nothing but loneliness and fear until meeting another, until him – warmth and kindness pooled into the eyes of the man that used to show nothing but eerie calmness and coldness. “.. you.”
Trembling hand released its grip, allowing Law to carefully pull the t-shirt off your body, eyes shutting in anger knowing what laid before him – the ruins of an unfinished experiment. Shuffles could be heard, slight movements of the bed being the only thing you could distinguish while refusing to see what was happening. As shame began to wash over you, mouth opened to let out a gasp of surprise, feeling soft lips pressing against the abdomen, traveling upwards in slow motions. Was he kissing along your scars?
Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes, fighting to push them as far as possible realizing what was happening, deciding to timidly look. Blurry vision opened to see that Law’s pants were gone, the only thing separating the two of you being a pair of black briefs, gaze moving its focus to the man that did not miss one scar, each holding a care filled kiss, one hand clasped on your thigh while the other was smoothing along the ribs, soothing away the shame that began to die out. Head tilted upwards, erratic breaths slipping into the air as his lips traveled along the scar in between your breasts, own fingers making their way back into the softness of his dark hair, tugging slightly when he moved to the sides, tongue flicking shamelessly at each pebbled bud, the first broken moan of the night bouncing off the walls.
Law’s hand released its grip on the thigh, tickling at the sensitive skin as it traveled down the valley in between your legs, groan escaping from the open mouth which caught your high pitched moan when his long, tattooed fingers slipped in between slick coated folds. You were pooling into his palm, heavily swallowing the knot formed at the mere idea that it was all because of him, watching how your gaze became hooded when the first finger went in with a bewildering ease, chest heaving from the arousal, Law’s lips stealing feverish kisses and broken moans.
“m-more.” breathless plea had Law’s length twitch violently into the cotton confinement, jaw clenching feeling the uncomfortable hardness, second finger going in without a second thought. “A-ah!’
Hips began rolling instinctively against him, arousal dripping profusely, teeth clenching on Law’s bottom lip as nails dug into the skin of his back. Both fingers slipped out, covered completely in your wetness as they slowly made their way on that, oh, so sweet spot, gently circling it while applying the pressure that had you choke on your own breath. Law’s hand flew to the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down in one swift motion, quiet gasp crashing against your moans when hit with the warmth of the room.
Not resisting the urge, foreheads pressed together, your gaze dipped in between the legs, mouthwatering sight wiping all that has happened up until this point – heavy, of an impressionable size, cock twitched at the attention, leaking with arousal. Legs wrapped around Law’s waist, the small smirk tugging at his lips not going unnoticed, pushing it into submission with a small peck. Two gazes lost into each other, Law slowly guided himself towards your welcoming heat, following how your eyes began widening, jaw falling slack as the tip pushed through the muscle ring that twitched at the sensation. His own were screwed shut for a brief moment, mentally cursing at how tight you felt despite the pool of arousal in between your legs.
“Fuck!” both lost the little control that remained behind, word escaping at the same time the moment he bottomed out completely, gummy walls pulsating around his shaft.
Languid strokes turned your body to mush, melting into the sheets at the sensation of being so full of him, legs tightening their grip around Law’s waist, nails and fingertips pressing into his back with hunger, unable to look anywhere but at the man stealing whatever was left of your sanity, the man that, with each sensual roll of his hips, was tearing down the walls both have fought to keep up.
Pace picked up only slightly as you angled your hips higher, guttural moan escaping Law at the change, forearm pressing into the pillow as the other hand moved to take yours, fingers intertwining above your head between sinful sounds and heavy panting. Head fell to the side, teeth nipping at the skin of your arm from the bewildering pleasure that coursed throughout the body.
“Eyes on me, love.” Law rasped while trying to control himself feeling the way you clenched and twitched, gaze falling on your heaving chest, breasts bouncing lightly with each delicious drag of his cock, skin flushed and filled with goosebumps being an image burned forever in his mind.
Hearing Law’s words, head snapped back to be met with a hooded, gray gaze that glinted with an unrecognizable emotion. Hand tightened its grip on his at the sight, the man pulling moan after moan as he was capable of reaching so far deep into your aching core. Realization hit like a ton of bricks, Law’s forehead pressing against yours, feverish, passionate kisses being stolen in between breathless releases of pleasure – you were so in love with the man it had your heart being squeezed with love and pain, wanting nothing more than to live, than to be capable of surviving enough to get out of here and simply be.
Be with him.
“L-Law .. I lo ..” words died out into the throat when lips crashed against one another, each stroke of his cock in and out of your heat becoming more intense, more sensual, filled with something more than yearning, passion and attraction.
“I know.” Law’s shaky whisper hit in all the right places, forearm moving for its fingers to tangle into your hair, pulling gently at it until the exposed neck of the woman trembling under him was in full view, lips latching against the sensitive skin and peppering it with loving kisses. “I .. know.”
Forced steps were being taken towards the Surgeon of Death, all sprawled on the royal chair, unable to do anything more than to watch how you were coming for the kill under Doflamingo’s control - sharp blades pointed straight at his chest, jaw clenched shut in an attempt to fight such monstrous power, refusing to take the life of the man you loved. Despite seeing his usual wall put up, seemingly unbothered by what was happening, you knew better than anyone in the room that the cogs in Law’s brain were functioning at full speed trying to come up with a way to stop this entire ordeal.
“Did you even know that Caesar lied to get a better payout?” words came out through heavy breaths, amused expression taking over much to Law’s surprise hidden under the steel mask of “I don’t care”. “I thought the Don Quixote family was smarter than this.”
“Trying to buy time, princess?” Doflamingo’s rasped out laugh pushing each available button of your sanity, flashes of an insatiable rage morphing into images born out of the desire to kill him – to torture this pure evil until there was nothing left of him. 
“No.” you scoffed as the panic built with each step taken towards Law. “Since Caesar is with the Straw Hats, I can out him for the play he pulled on all of you. It’s not like you can do anything to him now.”
“No one deceives the Young Master.” Baby 5, one of Doflamingo’s acolytes and assassin, chimed in while feeling personally attacked at the implication of your statement.
“Trafalgar and I had a moment of weakness which I knew was being monitored.” annoyed sigh rolled off your lips feeling Doflamingo’s controlling strings pausing their wretched attempt. “It was easy to trick Caesar into believing that whatever he thought he saw would bring him more money. Higher price, bigger chances of leaving that hell hole with whomever paid. Who wouldn’t want to have leverage against one of the Seven Warlords?”
“That so?” vicious, disgusting grin split Doflamingo’s face, Law’s entire body tensing realizing the man was about to do something even crueler. 
Lythe fingers danced into the air, a muttered “fuck” being choked out when forcefully pushed right in front of Law while slightly bent over his figure. One blade pushed against his neck while the other was dangerously digging into yours, thin droplets of blood trickling down on both of your skins.
“Then kill him if that’s true.” Doflamingo purred maliciously, controlling with ease how the blade pressed against your skin as incentive. “Or .. was that a lie?”
“He lives, you say?” an amused chuckle escaped into the air, instinct dictating that it was a blatant lie but choosing to believe it out of pure hope.
“He lives.” the head of the Don Quixote family responded, mocking, harsh giggle resounding into the background at his own words.
“I’m sorry.” was all you could say, whispering low enough only for Law to hear, tears bubbling to the surface realizing how easily Doflamingo could control your body — knowing that his desire right now was for Law to die by your own two hands. “I tried.”
“Whatever you’re about to do ..” Law’s growled, uncontrollable anger destabilizing every single synapse in his brain when realizing what you were about to do. “Don’t.”
“Remember what I wanted to say that night.” soft smile engulfed your face, pace washing over the pair of eyes he dreamed of every single day since you left. “It’ll all make sense.”
I love you.
Law’s eyes widened in horror as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place – you were willing to die for him rather than lying, rather than having a chance of living after everything you went through. Erratic heartbeats took over in a split second, teeth gritting with ravaging anger as wrists were close to bleeding into the shackles, desperately wanting to break them off, to grab you and run out of the room as far as possible.
Why the hell didn’t he allow you to say it back then?
Why did he always have to find a way of stopping the words to fall from your lips?
Why did he do everything in his power to not make it real when it already was? 
He felt the same and never got the chance to say it, to hear it directly from you, to bathe into the soothing notes of your voice when uttering the three words that gave him the life he never felt worthy of. Saying “I love you” at that time seemed as if allowing the reality to disappear, to give true meaning and hope to a relationship that thrived on the luck of you being alive the next day, after Caesar was done with his experiments.
Cracks began showing into the smile you so freely showed Law, chin trembling from the tsunami of emotions crashing into you, tears staining the pair of eyes in which he always saw a life to be lived, heavy droplets rolling down the cheeks he used to kiss when asleep. Indeed, Law never showed or talked about his true feelings, about what was hiding underneath the steel exterior.
He never had to. You knew.
“Oi, Doffy!” you shouted, voice filled with confidence bouncing off the walls, tears pinching your lips with sadness and anger, eyes blooming with happiness at the mere fact that you had the chance of seeing the man you loved again after more than a year of being apart. “I fucking lied!”
Evil laughter filled the air, arms raised as fingers puppeteered the woman that chose love over life, two seconds of events unfolding into the room where your fate, and the fate of Dressrosa, was going to take a sudden turn. Scream filled with anger, desperation and pain exploded into the air as shocked gasps followed right after, droplets of blood splashing against Law’s chest, painting the black heart tattooed on his chest into shades of dark red, while the sound of steel blades crashing against the floor announced the end of a decision that was going to last a lifetime.
To the side, Doflamingo’s head rested on the blood stained carpet.
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“Go right now!” Law roared like never before, steel gaze burning with a rage no one thought he was capable of under all that calmness and pristine, calculated attitude. “NOW!”
“B-but ..” teeth snapped shut against each other, the sound having Viola, King Riku’s second daughter, placing her hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently, reassuringly.
“After what you just ..” he followed, feeling how his words could easily cut even deeper than the blades that only scratched the surface of your delicate neck – Law inhaled deeply, regaining balance, notes of relaxed tonality carrying the sound of his voice. “I can’t have you be used as leverage again. Doflamingo won’t hesitate holding you over my head.”
“I don’t want to leave again!” foot slammed against the ground, blood rushing through the veins at the mere thought of being apart, of losing him yet again. “I don’t want to leave .. you.”
Silence fell upon the group that managed to escape out of the room filled with the danger that Doflamingo represented, Law at a loss of words of how easily you admitted, revealed so openly, in what way you were tied together under the questioning gazes of the others. Viola’s sweet chuckle filled the air, Kyros and King Riku eyed each other with small smiles that gave away the fact that they caught on to what was going on, witnesses to the previous sad scene that unfolded at the hands of Doflamingo, while Luffy looked in between the two of you as if you were the strangest thing to walk the land.
“Promise me.” Law mumbled, cheeks slightly flushed, ears burning with everyone’s eyes set on him, trying to calm his heart from exploding into millions of pieces because of you – deep, defeated sigh slipped past his lips when deciding that no one truly cared about this whole moment except the two of you. “You’ll stay safe until I come after you.”
Eyebrows shot up in surprise, lips parting hearing the promise made over a year ago being uttered yet again, and not by you, but by the man that, at that time, even refused to acknowledge that loving someone else existed – that it wasn’t just a bedtime story. 
Beaming smile curved your lips upwards, the same one Law got used to seeing daily a while ago, the same one he missed beyond his own capacity of understanding. 
“I promise.” sweet notes of happiness danced into the air, the tonality of a voice he only got to hear when around him, when not either in pain or filled with sadness, brought a small, rare smile on his own face. “Never again, Trafalgar!”
“Come with me.” Viola chimed in, fingers intertwined with yours, understanding clearer than anyone else that she had to hang on to your life, to protect you with everything she had – witnessing pure, unstained love was a source of power not many were capable of understanding in this wretched world.
Neither you or Law needed to say it out loud – I love you taking the form of a promise that meant a whole lot more than the confession itself, representing both the beginning and the end of what was going to be the rest of your lives.
“Never again.” Law acknowledged right away what you were saying, the double edged sword of your words being an unspoken language to others but him – he knew better than anyone what that meant. “Y/N-ya.”
You knew exactly what he was saying right there and then, heart blooming with a deep sense of accomplishment that no one else could decipher. It was a bizarre exchange between two people that met into the darkness of Punk Hazard, two people that gave up on themselves for each other, two people that decided walls were built to be crumbled at the hands of those that truly mattered.
As Doflamingo’s voice began booming over Dressorsa, announcing a new hunting game of the people that dared to cross into his territory, to try and save what he ruined all those years ago, the two of you looked at each other, finally at peace. There were about to be excruciating moments, events that would have your hearts scream with desperation, yet, somehow, you knew that the grass was going to be greener on the other side.
This time you were not going to leave on separate paths, torn apart by an unfair fate and an expensive trade.
This time you were both going to walk side by side, on the same path, because ..
Never again, right?
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aceofspadille · 1 year
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When you are playing puzzles and cracking your head…
Character: Law x Reader
Warnings: SFW, fluff (hopefully), a normal boring routine life
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As Law entered the kitchen, he saw your figure was twisting your neck and back uncomfortably, apparently, you had been sitting in one position for so long. And it’s already midnight.
“What are you doing?” He asked while opening the cabinet to look for some coffee for the late night.
You were concentrating, so you didn’t hear his questions cracking your head to find the missing piece of this puzzle.
Hearing no response from you, he came over and saw you were struggling. He chuckled and quietly reached out for the piece and placed it in the space you were looking for. “Here, dummy.”
You now then realize that Law was standing there and smile brightly.
“You got to look up once in a while, dummy. Sometimes you can’t see things unless you change your perspective, Y/N”. He spoke. “And you probably can’t see it because you are sleepy. It’s late, dear.”
You looked at him with a vague eye and twisted your back uncomfortably, and of course, Law noticed. “Apparently, perspective, literally.”
He frowned and quickly helped you massage to ease your muscle. You laughed out loud as you tickled. “Thanks, babe.”
“Anytime,” Law spoke. His facial expression relaxed as your muscles relaxed. Your being comfortable was of utmost importance to him. After sitting there in a moment for a while and you felt better, Law told you to go to bed.
Your eyes were full of tears as you yawned, trying to fight off sleep. Law smiled and wiped off the tears and helped you stand up, he knew damn well that you were waiting for him, but he got some work, so he thought of bringing you to the room and came back. And could he do it?
As he brought you to your shared bedroom, you quickly grabbed his hand and pushed him to the bed, and comfortably slept over him.
So as it turns out, Law, for a while now, can’t stay up too late anymore with you by his side.
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A/N: I always think that Law wouldn’t have the suffix -ya for his S/O because of the closeness they shared, just the same as his crewmates. We know for sure about that as of recent chapters when he fought Blackbeard, so I decided to incorporate that in too.
I'm learning my way through, and as I'm progressing, I’ll write more for other characters too. Thank you for reading~
Aik.
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itztim3todi3 · 1 year
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Hello ZT!! May I request some Law comforting a reader? They have sick family members and are just worried for them? Law gives me those vibes who totally understands, because of his own background. I hope this made sense! Thank you, babes 💜💜💜
sɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪss ᴍʏ ᴀss
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hey purple, ofc ofc anything for you <3/p
Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)
Fandoms | One Piece
Platonic or Romantic? | Romantic
he understands right away, he knows how stressful it can be when a family member is sick and it could possibly result in death
he's up with you at night if you're up just sitting next to you silently as he rubs your back in comfort
he's not a big fan of not working on paperwork due to how much he has but hes willing to just set everything aside and help you
hes right next to you if you call, quiet literally dropping anything in his hands and rushing to you
he will try and get to your family members to see if he can help them with this illness, secretly ofc
hes a tsuntsun and doesn't want to admit hes willing to travel for a couple days just for his s/o
hes going alone no matter what cause he leaves in the middle of the night when you actually fall asleep
hes as fast as possible to get to the families' designation so he can help them as fast as possible
if he, somehow, comes back before you notice its never mentioned cause he makes your family promise that they won't mention him
so it is never known to you
however, if he doesn't make it back before you notice he's a blushing mess as he locks himself in his study
his head in his hands as he sits at his desk and tries to cool his face down
he doesn't want to admit that he helped your family, by traveling out in the middle of the night by himself without telling anyone
sweet boy I must say
just won't admit anything lol
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prodlaw · 2 years
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A SWIRL OF WATER (MAKES MY HEART A CLEAR POOL)
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pairing: trafalgar law x fem!reader genre: mild angst, fluff, finally getting together, domesticity (?) warnings: n/a note: wano spoilers! speculation. first time writing in (checks notes; months) but here we are! listen to strawberry swing by coldplay while reading :) synopsis: law spends time with his reunited lover.
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as the country of wano approaches, law almost can't recognise it. the ever-clear, rushing water (still infested with koi) gives way to a land that he can't believe is wano. what were once wastelands are now green, lush expanses of woods with komainu frolicking about, the sky now a perfectly clear blue even in industrial areas, and the nation looking invigorated. thriving.
even once starving towns like hakumai or ringo, with their depressing weather no longer sported empty, deserted looks. the people were out and about, with enough to eat and drink - though he supposes that could be attributed to the opening of the country to the rest of the new world - but it would be difficult to deny that wano was doing well in the years after kaido's defeat and kozuki momonosuke ascending as rightful shogun.
he now finds himself appreciating the fine architecture of the flower capital, something that he couldn't have done in his previous visit, because, well, he was on the run.
he is, in a way, forced to be here as a part of what he calls "luffy's grand tour of going to places he's fixed", where the newly-crowned pirate king is leisurely sailing around the world and visiting liberated countries. after a somewhat pleasant reunion with the strawhats at punk hazard (though he won't ever tell them that), he is now at wano.
and despite being treated like literal royalty by the people, as esteemed guests of the ruler, he can't subdue the irritating, non-medical lump in his throat as he travels to the shogun's abode. because the fact of the matter is that years after its liberation, wano may retain the name of kozuki momonosuke in it's association, but for trafalgar d. water law, surgeon of death, an emperor of the sea, one of the worst generation, wano has always been your country in his heart, and nobody else's.
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the twang of the shamisen is beautiful - harmonic, as usual - but you can't find the time to appreciate it. you've been splitting hairs over the straw hats, heart pirates and kid pirates all showing up at once at the country's shores for a "surprise visit!". making arrangements for their welcome, stay, hospitalities was a headache, to say the least. the very least luffy could have done was announced his next island to terrorise (er.. you mean grace) to give you notice, but luffy was never one to make grand plans, you think wistfully.
so you throw yourself into preparing for their stay at the flower capital - their stops on the way at kuri and other towns being prolonged to enjoy the culture and food - just so you can ignore, for fleeting moments, the irritating beat of your heart at the thought of seeing trafalgar law after all these years.
but it seems that the time has finally come, with you being mere doors away from the man who you fell in love with all those years ago, back when he was a liberator who came with luffy and you were a mere teahouse girl. you wipe your sweaty palms against the fine silk of your kimono.
how time flies - he is now an emperor of the sea, and you are the head of cultural affairs in the kozuki shogunate, but one thing you both failed to suppress after all these years was the fact that the both were irrevocably in love.
you push the heavy double doors open with ease.
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the feast is going well so far. as all feasts do, when they involve luffy. (though you're grateful nobody has broken into drunken brawl yet)
(scratch that, zoro and sanji look awfully close to doing that. it's best if you take the sake bottle away from the swordsman and introduce sanji to one of the courtesans) excusing yourself from nami and hiyori's company, you manage to squeeze yourself from the sweaty crowd of drunken bodies in the shogun's lawn to approach the bickering marimo and cook. you're just about to muster a halfhearted greeting and grab the bottle, but before you even do, you trip over someone's abnormally large boot (you spot eustass kidd in the corner of your vision, deeply involved in a drinking contest with momonosuke and luffy).
the world becomes a blur of green grass and soft yellow lamplight, and you stiffen your shoulders, preparing for impact with the soil, eyes scrunched up until you realise - oh. you're not falling.
you certainly aren't, you realise, as you look up at a familiar, grumpy face gazing at you. the grip law has on your shoulders is firm, and you're quick to jump out of his embrace and clearing your throat.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- "ahem. thank you for catching me, law."
he shrugs noncommitally.
"you've always been clumsy, y/n," he responds gruffly, and you seethe. really, he sees you after years and this is what he says! no long-lost greetings, not even a faked how-have-you-been?
trafalgar law is really still the same. your anger wanes, and you relax. he's still looking at you intently, and his expression is bored, disinterested.
he looks well. the tenseness that he used to store in his shoulders is not there (as much). his face, though grumpy, is relaxed. his eyes convey the message of someone who has made peace with whatever demons he was facing. you know his heart is a whole lot lighter now that it's not chained to avenging someone else's.
you can still read his face like the back of your hand. he wants you to continue. so you oblige, under the starry sky, the clear melody of the shamisen, over the joyful roar of pirates from all over the world, through the oranges of the paper lanterns and the green of the grass.
"it's been a while," you sigh.
"i know", he replies, crossing his arms.
to him, you look like a dream. like you always have. not the most elegant or stunning one in the room, but you radiate comfort. like you genuinely care, like if he went on a tangent about the pulmonary artery, you would try your best to listen. if anything, you look more confident within your own skin (if your previous confidence was lacking), but it's self-assured. after all these years, you still feel like home, despite being 2 feet away from him. you tug at his fucking heartstrings, even though anatomically, he has none.
"i missed you," you find yourself saying. it's desperate. it's too forward, too early. you've revealed your hand, placed all your cards on the table. he will no doubt take all your money and run away.
luckily, law is a rich man. he does no such thing.
"me too," his words being a bare whisper over the loud hum of the crowd, who have all melted into the background for you. his words, so low and subdued are just for you. only for your ears. it settles a stir in your heart, the whirlpool shrinking. little by little, until it is a swirl of water. (but it is still there, do not be mistaken.)
"how was your journey?"
"don't be fucking daft now, y/n. we've lost years, and you're going to go on with pleasantries?"
"well, time has passed. what do you suggest we do?"
so law does the only thing he knows to do - make up for it.
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he has his schedule cleared. you're the one who does it for him, in fact, and decide that there is no better way to show trafalgar law around new-and-improved wano than by doing it yourself. instead of spending all day hemming and hawing over tourist spots, you lead him through the vibrant streets and backalleys with one hand firmly through his.
the crew gives him hell for this every night, obviously, giggling and making jokes like preschoolers, but he can't help but let them when he sees the adorably flustered look you sport as he wishes you good-night outside your chambers.
it's nice being in love again. it's like meeting an old friend, except there's no awkwardness and he knows exactly where to pick up from. he's been doing better lately, but as he sailed all across the new world, thoughts of you swirled around his head, mimicking the wispy clouds in the sky of this country.
a summer island with pristine beaches and aquamarine waters - you would enjoy it here. a bar in a hidden corner of loguetown; he wishes you would come with him. a cave found in a godforsaken corner of sabaody with glittering stalagmites of mica; they glitter in a way that falls short to the sparkle of your eyes.
he missed you at sea. horribly so.
for you, it's like fitting the last tile into a mosaic. the feeling of guilt and exhaustion stops, the idea that you were running from love is no longer present. the wildfire that races across the boundaries of your heart - and spills over to the borders of the island - is extinguished.
you are at ease, more relaxed than you've ever been.
you love wano, you love seeing it's growth, the people, but it felt so small when you'd read the papers, reading all about the new pursuits and adventures of law in the new world. you'd have this feeling that you are but a tiny pinpoint on the map that he has spread out on his table everyday, just one in a mere one thousand of places to go to.
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there's an estate, just by the outskirts of the flower capital that is originally the shogun's, but has been lent to you indefinitely. it's vast, acres of woods, with a pond for koi and a small cottage surrounded by sakura trees.
you spend law's last two weeks in wano there. there's a question at the back of both of your heads, that you drown out in mornings of domesticity, afternoons of napping and evenings of drinking and chatting.
since you can't cook for shit, and have been blessed with a house full of servants to cook and clean for you as you work, you leisurely wake up in the mornings to see a breakfast for two set on the outside pavilion, with law fingering through some obscure medical book borrowed from the archives.
the morning sun warms your bones, and you pull your kimono closer at the chill in the air. approaching the table, you ruffle law's mussed-up bedhead, and he grabs your hand to deliver a soft kiss to your knuckles as he continues reading the text.
"ooh, taiyaki. thank you," you practically sing, doing a quick bow with your chopsticks and raising a surprisingly cute fish cake to your mouth.
"how is it?", he asks, placing a faded green bookmark into the book and snapping it shut. you give him a thumbs up with rosy cheeks and a full mouth, and it's satisfaction that crosses his face.
"i would have never expected you to cook," you giggle, reaching for another one as he simply hums in response.
"well, since bepo basically eats fish raw and the rest are good for nothing boozehounds, someone had to do the work on a submarine. thankfully, ikkaku managed to dig up an old cookbook from somewhere, and since then i've been doing this", he huffs, gazing off into the distance.
you can't help but chuckle at the mental image of a grumpy law cooking breakfast first thing in the morning on the polar tang for a crew of rascals.
"what're you thinking?"
"nothing. don't waste the food!"
"i'm the one who cooked it, woman?!"
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in the afternoons, it is you who works and law who dozes under the shade of an evergreen sakura blossom tree.
his head in your lap, he catches petals as they drift off into the wind, and there's a fairly reasonable sized pile in his palm right now as he squints up at the sun rays filtering through the blobs of varying shades of pink.
you, on the other hand, card one hand through his hair and intently study documents with the other. you hum a tune - a folk song about a woman searching for her samurai all across the land - and continue reading.
all is well, until your hand retracts from its rightful place in his hair to grasp at the newspaper and jot something down. he can't help but let out a grunt of annoyance.
"ssh, i'm trying to work," you swat absent-mindedly at his forehead, and he frowns. small furrows appear on his tan skin.
"you can work like this," he instructs, taking your wrist in one heavy, tattooed palm and setting it back on his head.
"i need to make notes," you beseech him, but his grip is vice-like, and you know when the odds are against you, so you resign yourself to a defeat.
"i can make notes for you," he smirks, motioning for the paper and notepad.
you, surprisingly, blush furiously and clutch both to your chest frantically. of course, that does not go unnoticed by your petty lover, who in quickly snatches them out of your looser grasp.
"this month's horoscope? really, y/n, you believe in that crap?", he snorts derisively.
"it's legit! madame ping from water 7 has really impacted my life, okay?", you try to weakly defend your guilty secret of noting down the horoscope every month to somehow ordain your future.
"water 7? not only is it baseless, you're listening to a marine?"
"see? this is why i didn't wanna show you," you wail, covering your face with your hands.
"hm, let's see what you've been noting," he says smugly. "libra: too many things on your mind can dampen passion, but your partner will have the solution!", he says in a high-pitched falsetto, to which you roll your eyes at.
"so, y/n, what solutions do you propose?", he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a stupidly endearing gesture. you sigh. how infuriating this man is, how easily does he drive you crazy?
in one swift motion, you tilt your head downwards (he meets you halfway), to press your lips onto his, moving them languidly against his more chapped ones under the warmth of the golden afternoon sun.
the newspaper and notepad fall out of his grasp. an effective solution indeed.
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evenings are for gossip.
the sake flows freely, so do secrets that were sworn to never leave the halls of court. and law, is surprisingly, a massive gossip too. he devours every salacious piece of news with a politely curious "oh", or a backhanded comment about how he "knew it was going to happen", but as the moon two of you across the hours, he talks even more, often cutting you to deliver his own verdicts.
the cicadas strike up their orchestra as you and him sit by the edge of the koi pond, talking like old friends as the moonlight grew on ripples of water caused by the luminescent koi.
"oh god, hiyori refused to shut up when she heard that silly marimo was going to come," you giggle, a happy tinge of red coating your cheeks as you confide to law about hiyori's delight at the thought of meeting zoro again.
"hah, i knew it," law says with a small smile, pouring another glass of sake for himself. "zoro's not too unhappy about being here either."
"i hope not, otherwise i'll be dealing with a very sad princess when i go back to the capital," you chuckle cheerily. you instantly regret your words, attributed to your tipsy nature as law stares at you.
uncharacteristically for him, he too, had been avoiding talking about the "after." after he leaves, to go on to raftel and god valley, after you choose to stay back, the aftermath of you realising your love for each other - physically expressing it, even - but choosing to do so only once, and never again.
if law's learnt anything through the three weeks he's spent here, getting drunk, feasting, spending afternoons and mornings and nights with you, it's that it's not enough.
the time he spends with you, he feels, will never be enough. every day wiled away with you is a day well spent, well-earned for him. he wants this with you onboard the polar tang. he wants to cook breakfast for you, to kiss you good morning and good night, to have you hold him. he's far too tired of running away from love and far too old to find someone else, someone who will accept him and give him solace the way you do.
hell, he knows you better than you do. you like 300-count bedsheets, a special type of tea imported from dressrosa, sake from kuri, how he hugs you from the back (he's heard your heartbeat), when he kisses your hand, late night talking, and the fact of the matter is that he loves all of it, as he loves all of you.
so he says it.
"i don't know where we're going to go after the last few islands. i don't have any agenda of going anywhere, so," he clears his throat, feeling the burn of your curious eyes on his.
"what do you say of coming with me? we could go anywhere you want."
the smile you give him is so sweet, so calm, like you've been waiting for this all of your life (in a way, you have.) like you've been waiting for him all your life. and now he's here, holding his hand out for you before he's swept away by the current.
you take it.
"let's start with the north blue. take me to your home."
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quartermera · 2 years
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Accidentally Falling Asleep with Law
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♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
[Y/F/D] = your favourite pasta/rice dish [Y/F/F] = your favourite film
It is with a huge back and head ache that you got back to your condo that evening. Work had been rough. The kind of day you need a whole week to recover from, except you don't have the time for that because you need to go back to work the next day.
At least, you were pleasantly greeted by the smell of a home cooked meal. Your roommate was home early.
"You're late," Law greeted from the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, I can redirect you to my boss if you want to complain about it."
You kicked your shoes off and walked in. Absentmindedly, you grabbed plates to put on the table when Law interrupted you:
"The table is already set. All you need to do is get your ass in a chair and I'll bring the pot over."
You did as obliged and right as you sat down, Law joined you.
"Thanks," you whispered.
He did not bother responding, instead serving you a scoop of [Y/F/D]. When he had filled his own plate, he sat down and you began chatting.
You talked about your crap day at work. He talked about his good day at work. You had to admit, more often than not, your roles were inverted. With Law working in a hospital, he had quite the amount of bad days.
"Wanna watch a movie?" he offered.
Since you did not respond right away, he added: "Your pick."
"[Y/F/F]," you replied, without a second thought.
Rolling his eyes, Law deadpanned: "Should've seen it coming."
Standing up, he started putting the dishes away.
"Go get the movie ready while I finish here," he ordered.
You had always liked the way you looked after each other on bad days.
By the time Law was done in the kitchen, you were sitting in the couch with the remote. When he plopped down next to you, you started the movie.
ooOoOoOoo
You stirred awake. Your neck was aching.
You peaked over your shoulder towards the nearest window.
It was still dark.
Suddenly, you became aware of a mass next to you. Rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes, you realised you had fallen asleep against Law.
And he had fallen asleep against you.
You did not remember exactly when it had happened, but you were sure you had not seen the climax of the movie.
A smile graced your features. Not wanting to disturb Law, just like he had not disturbed you, you simply put your head back against him.
"I will never hear the end of this," you thought, right before falling back asleep.
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sashi-ya · 1 month
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a valentine's mini story 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑼𝑴 trafalgar law x f! reader
🩰 tw: a soft sfw story. spoilers from the last anime episode (not manga). happy valentine's day! 💕 🦢 wc: 923
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“I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU; I LOVE YOU (NAME)-YA!” “ME???”
If there is something Law has passed are different types of “illnesses”; from amber lead to being feminized against his will. Now, as if that wasn’t enough, the truth serum had been injected into his body and his lips couldn’t get sealed any longer.
Your kneels hit the ground, with widen orbs and opened mouth.
“What- what did you gave him?!” you scream, kicking and trying to be let go. Just two people have fooled you two, and now you are taken hostage by a guy of who knows how many meters tall.
The era of piracy is so full of this random -and annoying- devil fruit users that sometimes it can take you by surprise. Today, was the day a couple of unknown pirates decided to mess with you two.
“Oh, just the Truth Serum. Isn’t it amazing? This fruit came to me like a gift of the Gods!” a lady, quite peculiar, laughs loudly at her victim. Who could have said someone that powerful like Trafalgar Law could be defeated so easily?
Her filthy hand grazes Law’s forehead. He is drenched in sweat, also kneeling down. He is desperate to help you, but her unstoppable tongue can’t stop saying how much he loves you.
And that, to you -but probably not for the rest of the crew if they were there - is surprising.
“He seems to love you, mh? Such good timing for Valentines! Well, then, in order to spare her life, he will cooperate… right? You have those Poneglyph right?” that villainess says, slapping Law’s cheek.
Law feels miserable and absolutely embarrassed; not even his strong Haki can undo the spell of such stupid fruit ability. Or maybe it is also relieving to finally confess to you?  
“Law, don’t- don’t worry- I’ll be fine! Don’t give her shit!” you scream, looking away. You, who are also deeply in love with him but never confessed, can’t look him in the eyes.
“No, I won’t let them touch you any longer. You are mine! I won’t let them hurt you!” he shouts, desperate. Never -and probably ever again- you will hear those words being screamed into the world like the public statement of pure romance.
You dare to cross sights with him, even if in pain as that brute is holding you like a kitten by your shirt collar up in the air. Your gazes are so intense, the world around seems to disappear for a moment. Why it has to be in this situation?
“Law! I am in l-!”
You take a big gasp of air, and when your tongue begins moving, ready to give him your own confession… something happens.
“HAYAAAAAAH!!!”
A big ball of white fur covered in bright orange suit appears to save the day; a strong kick to the back of that villain sends her flying away. Law has enough time to break himself the spell, as well as using a little rock to exchange your body for it.
It doesn’t take much more for Penguin and Shachi to give Law his beloved Kikkoku; a blade he uses to slash -but not hurt- both attackers. They both ask themselves why their heads are floating around detached from their necks, but that’s just a little taste of what it means to mess with a man like him.
Soon enough, and to your amusement, his arm surrounds your waist and quickly he runs away from “the scene”.
A coward? Not really. There was something Law needed to do, now that the truth has seen the light.
“L-Law? Are- are you ok? Stop. Stop!” you demand, asking for him to put you on your feet.
He tries to find the farthest spot; the secluded place possible. It’s enough with you listening to his “pathetic” confession -and the rest of the island too.-
When he finally puts you down, his inked hands run through all of your body. He needs to make sure you are fine. You are, indeed, more than fine… you have just realized he loves you as much as you love him.
“Scan!” he takes Kikkoku to asses your body in depth, but your hand intercepts him from doing so.
“Stop…” you sigh. Again, and as always, he is searching for every single way to avoid speaking about his feelings. “Law… it’s ok, I- I do feel the same…” you murmur, softly pushing the hilt of his katana down.
Law takes a deep breath. He can’t run away. Or he can?
The surgeon ponders the possibility of escaping from there. But wasn’t for his own body acting on behalf of his love, he might have probably done it. Luckily, his hand reaches your cheek, and his feet walk towards you.
“I love you too, Law” you repeat, looking down but still enjoying the delicate touch of his hand. A touch that migrates from cheek to your chin, lifting your head up to encounter your lips with his.
“I didn’t plan for this to go this way, (Name)-ya. I had flowers prepared for tonight… I really planned on confessing tonight; it’s just that my plans always get ruined”
“My sweat Law, when will they let you plan in peace? Did the kiss part came into the original plan?” you ask, coming even closer to his lips.  
“No… I- I actually didn’t think you could-“
“My bad, it seems I am also going to ruin your plans this time. Now please, kiss me and never let me go”
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whatstheoccasion · 2 years
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WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOU WANT TO BREAK UP (BUT THEY KNOW YOU STILL LOVE THEM) × law, zoro, luffy.
⚠️ tags: headcanons. reader is coerced into breaking up w them, soft angst, mentions of blood, violence. murder for law's. protective boys. no spoilers, no pronouns used.
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the thing with law, is that he's a ride or die.
it takes time for you two to even start dating, then some more once he's utterly, completely yours. but since the beginning, in his mind, you don't belong only to yourself anymore, and he doesn't belong to himself now, either.
did you really think that after everything you both have been through to finally get together, he's going to let go of you without a fight? no, you're so wrong. okay, his stomach does drop to his feet when you bring it up because the thought of you leaving isn't easy on him, but law isn't the type of man who gives up.
he's going to swallow the thick lump of anxiety growing in his throat, and make you say exactly why you were breaking up with him. try as you might, there's no escaping him. law knows you like the back of his hand, inside out, and he's going to break anyone bold enough to try and take you from him.
you pray god looks away once law finds the people that made you do this, because he doesn't even use his katana while he rips them apart. law remembers every good moment you give him, how you made his locked, cold heart beat with tenderness once more and how they dared to try and take this away from him. his teeth are clenched together as his bare hands rip their bloody limbs from their place, he's making them regret ever getting to you. no one fucks with his baby.
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when you first tell him– once you break his heart with the three heavy words, zoro clicks his tongue and lets you go.
zoro is an observing man, and he's much more sensitive to people's changes in demeanor than some give him credit for, but he's blinded by his own hurt to notice something is wrong with you right away. he's like fine, go forget about me, i would never let you see how bad you're hurting me– right until he realizes that you still love him.
it doesn't take long for zoro to find out you're breaking up with him only because you feel like you have no other choice, and boy is he mad. at whoever it's making you do this, absolutely, but more so at you. "i'm your man," he spits, exasperated eyes begging you to just tell him. "why the hell don't you trust me?"
if the love's still there, then there is no reason for you to leave his side. he's still upset, mind racing miles per hour because why won't you rely on him? he protects what's his, and you undoubtedly are. zoro knows he's not the best with vocalizing his feelings, but if he could cut open his chest to make you see how much his heart beats for you and only you, believe him, he would. but he needs to know, he demands a reason behind this "stupid scene", and if he doesn't like it? he's kicking off the fight of the damn century.
he's still hurt, thinking that you don't trust him enough with your safety, but he pushes that thought for later. right now zoro is deadset in finding these people, and he's more than ready to fight like hell for what's his.
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luffy is the type of boy you never forget, the one you always end up falling back into. he's your rock, in his most unusual ways, luffy to you means safety– he's the boyfriend who's love made you fall in love with yourself. he hangs onto your every word, believing in you like it's second nature to him, so if you break up with him, he's going to hurt.
you're breaking his heart, here. it doesn't matter if you're doing it under the orders of someone else, you're going to hurt him bad until he finds out the truth.
he frowns when you tell him, instinctively clutching the necklace you gave him many summers ago. "i don't understand what i did wrong," his voice comes off heated, utterly confused. no matter how you try to explain it, he just doesn't get it. he can see all the hurt and love in your eyes, so why are you forcing yourself to do this? "stop telling me you're okay when you're not! you wouldn't be leaving us if you were!" if that doesn't work, luffy's going to grab you and make you look at him dead in the eye, his expression serious as it only is when something hits him too close to home. "tell me to my face that you don't love me anymore." oh, you can't? yeah, that's what he thought.
no matter the consequences, luffy's a stubborn man and you're his nakama. he's going to get you back on his side, whatever it takes.
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persuasivus · 5 months
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bartender/neighbour! Law modern au
Previously law's neighbour desperately asked him for help as her apartment was getting flooded. after law helped her they messaged and he ended up telling her where he works, she's on her way to Polar Tang now to meet uo and say a "proper thank you", wonder what would happen next?
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It was half past 1 in the morning, law still had more than 3 hours until the end of his shift. somehow time was rolling out slower today, perhaps because it was such a quiet evening - not very typical. The bar was located at the port, it's been a long time tourist favourite and was almost never this empty.
law couldn't help but wonder if his neighbour will show up. It kind of irked him that he cared - they hadn't even talked before, save for the occasional greetings, although the greetings were pretty much one sided considering he mostly grunted back in response or ignored her as a whole.
"whatever" he thought while polishing a pair of crystal whiskey glasses. Law knew his personality was not everyone's cup of tea which was very fortunate for him as he found most people annoying. Having that said, it genuinely surprised the tattooed man that his neighbour managed to keep up the chat for so long.
they didn't say much but she kept pulling these ridiculous and only half funny (at best) jokes - how frustrating that he found them cute. That's a strong word coming from the likes of law who had the emotional availability of a rock. Law realised that perfectly so he wondered how exactly sleep deprived was he to waste his time on something so trivial.
he was over thinking this which was simply ridiculous.
From behind the counter, the dim lights and the jazz music made it harder to distinguish the figures approaching the bar, however most customers have already ordered so when he noticed a female figure approaching, law was almost sure it will turn out to be a familiar face.
"nice place" - the comment chimes in his ears, for a second law even thought he might smile but that's crossing the line of his nonchalant behaviour so it will be a hard pass.
"you saved me a seat, how nice" - she mocked then nestled herself right in front of him. "yeah crowd's busting, it was pretty hard" - his sarcastic remark was void of any emotion while his long and skillful fingers worked on mixing a cocktail.
it took him by surprise when she bursted out in laughter "mhm, I can imagine" - the simple act of her taking off her denim jacket and placing it on the stool next to her gave our bartender's eyes the freedom to roam over the smooth skin of her neck.
she wore her hair in a loose braid, her outfit was simple but flitted to her curves and it all appealed to him - how neat and comfortable she looked in her skin, sitting confidently and straight - a stark difference to the image of her just from several hours ago. Made him feel just a little bit shy.
"cat got your tongue?" law's face flushed uncomfortably, it appears that his neighbour caught him staring, but she didn't make it any harder for him. "sorry, didn't mean to catch you off guard." she smiled and reached out.
"i suppose that's for me?" - she asked averting her eyes from him and focusing them on the cocktail in his hands. law quickly grasped his composure and placed the tall glass carefully in front of the girl.
After the first sip she complimented the taste and then a thick for of silence engulfed the atmosphere. "you're not bad yourself" his neighbour startled him with the sudden act of bluntness and he could only respond by piercing her with his dark gaze.
no sign of emotion on his face, but it was just a facade for his heart was drumming irregularly. law tried to remember the last time someone made him feel so aware of... himself, his own expressions, words, mannerisms. It was unfamiliar, slightly uncomfortable but exciting.
"you looked, i looked. Ain't fair if you're the only one exposed" although she just confessed she finds him attractive her eyes seemed so calm. was he missing something or is she matching his energy?
law wasn't the type to indulge in small talk yet right now he was looking for something to say but was too stumped to think of anything. The annoyance made the collar of his shirt feel too tight but he didn't act on it.
"i wasn't looking" law lied after careful consideration. that made his neighbour tilt her head and smile while fidgeting with the green straw in her glass. "well, I was."
once again with that straightforwardness! Law almost found the lack of his social skills crippling, his own sense of humor making it hard to distinguish whether what she said was a sarcastic joke or if she actually meant it.
wait a second - what does it matter, right? maybe he hasn't had a girl be interested in him in so long he had forgotten how to act when it happens. Or maybe (actually) it's him not having found anyone interesting in so long he's forgotten how to show that he cares when that happens.
truth to be told, law felt something over that platonic, short chat conversation and he felt that something bloom as soon as his neighbour walked in the bar.
Previously girls had asked for his number, but he's always given the same simple response "i don't mix work with pleasure".
alas there he stood contemplating whether that's actually bullshit because he kind of wished to mix those two right now.
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cozage · 7 months
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congrats on 2k!! for the event, I was wondering for option one, with Sanji, zoro Luffy and laws reaction to their s/o covering their face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks?
Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law Total word count: 730
Lipstick Stains
Sanji
Oh you already know this man is inches within his life. Nothing gets him so weak in the knees like physical touch and affection. 
He relishes in your kisses during the moment, letting you go on as long as you want. You can never give him too many kisses, really. 
After the fact, any time he passes by a mirror, he stops to admire your love and your handiwork. He just stares at all the marks you left on him for a few minutes, his hands lightly passing over each one. 
Some of the crewmates (Zoro and Usopp) make fun of him, but he just smirks and says “What, boys? Jealous?”
He struggles to wash it off. He’s a very clean person, but he hates to wash his face after you’ve marked it all up. You can very often find light traces of your lipstick still across his face the next day because he scrubbed so gently while bathing. 
Zoro
Whenever you cover his face with kisses, Zoro…tolerates it. He doesn’t love it, but he doesn’t hate it either. 
Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t look at himself in the mirror much, so he doesn’t notice the red-stained marks you had left all over his face in the process. 
A few things tipped him off when he went down to dinner, though. Sanji is stifling a laugh at him, which isn’t uncommon. But Robin is also giving him a cheeky grin. Usopp and Luffy are both looking anywhere but at him, trying not to burst into laughter. 
And you…your cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment. He rushes to the bathroom and looks at himself in horror. It took him a minute to realize exactly what was all over his face, and he let out a small string of curses as he grabbed a towel and desperately scrubbed at them. 
He comes back to dinner, his face beet red (from embarrassment and excessive scrubbing), and sits down next to you, pretending like nothing happened. 
After that, he always ALWAYS checks himself in the mirror after you come visit him. 
Luffy
Luffy loves to battle with you on who can give the other person more kisses. Everything is always a game with him. 
He wears your kisses around without even knowing it for a while, until Nami says something about it. 
At her words, he rushes to the mirror and looks, admiring his face and all the proof of your love. He’s kind of jealous that you can mark your kisses so easily. 
That’s when he gets an idea. The next time you two have a kissing war, he offers to put on lipstick as well, that way you can tell for sure who won. 
And that way, you get to see proof of his love too. 
The two of you parade around the ship with your faces covered in shades of red and pink, showing off your new designs and laughing the entire time. 
Law
Law is not a man who enjoys physical touch. But if you’re alone…he’ll allow it. Sometimes, he might even enjoy it. 
Especially if he’s in his study and you come in and curl up in his lap, softly kissing his face to try and get him to come to bed. You can be very persuasive. 
“Go on to bed,” he finally says, shutting his book. “I’m going to get some water and I’ll be in a minute.”
He doesn’t pass by a mirror, or else he would’ve noticed the new addition. Instead, Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo see it as he grabs water from the kitchen. 
“Love the new look, Captain!” Shachi teases, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. “You should keep it like that!”
Law reaches up to inspect his cheeks, but he can’t feel anything. He looks at Bepo, confused. 
“It’s kind of…everywhere,” Bepo says, trying his best not to crack a smile. 
Law quickly rushes to a mirror and finds his face covered in lip marks. He races out of the room without another word and back to you. 
“Y/N,” he says, trying not to get angry. “Next time, please inform me when you’ve…redecorated.”
You giggle and pull him into bed, adding another kiss mark to his forehead. Scrubbing it all off can be a problem for tomorrow.
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nifaswriting · 1 year
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Love with Law is ...
Genuine
Law never does anything halfway, and reciprocating your love means his passion for you is 100% real. He would never play with your feelings and would never lie about his own. He doesn't joke around. Law loves deeply, genuinly, and though he has his very own way to show you how much he cares, you never fail to understand the depth of his emotions.
Emotions the dear surgeon of death is not very open about though, because he usually doesn't quite understand them. At first, he used to question himself about it, now he just accepts it. But it makes it harder for him to express his thoughts loud and clear, especially when it comes to you and the relationship you have together. However, love is here, he can't deny it, and no excuse is able to hide the way his heart beats for you.
Mature
Law is an adult, and he usually thinks and acts like one, no matter what. He’s probably the most serious one in your relationship, and though it can be quite a hassle sometimes (especially when he doesn’t take a joke), his way of handling issues thoughtfully and responsibly appears to be useful most of the time.
It makes certain things easier : Law gives you the most precious and clever advice you could ask for, helping you resolve your problems with wisdom and care. He’s also most likely to handle arguments better than anyone else, simply because he always thinks before saying something, especially when it could be harmful to you. His apologies and words of comfort are always right.
Mysterious
This is not so surprising, but Law is not easy to understand. His past is a mystery for most people, even you don’t know if he really told you everything about himself and what he went through. Somehow, you feel like he keeps details hidden from you, but it doesn’t matter since all you want is for him to be comfortable in your relationship. You have faith that one day, he’ll open up completely.
There’s also something quite mysterious about Law’s personality. Sometimes, you can’t tell what’s on his mind or what he’s planning to do, and he plays on it a lot. It’s not rare for him to give you side glances, half-hidden stares from behind his hat as if he was the most subtle man ever. And it makes you laugh all the time because he thinks he’s so stealth and secretive, but you just find it adorable. Though, you would never tell him that : it would hurt his pride.
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