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Yuji:1 -  Sukuna:0 This is probably the silliest thing I have ever drawn, no regrets 🌶️

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trafalgar law x reader

you never know when it'll happen

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a/n: this was gonna be a whole series but then it just ended up being law so yeah.... we'll see if that series happens or not lol

it happens late at night with midnight oil burning and the moon as law's only companion - or so he thinks.

"still up?"

law looks up and finds you leaning against the door, already changed into your pajamas. he blushes; by now, you'd think he'd be used to seeing you outside your usual uniform but something about sleepwear is just so... intimate.

it doesn't help that you look extra cute in (what he's now learned to be) your favourite t-shirt.

he clears his throat, "i should be asking you the same thing, no?"

you grin, taking the question as an invitation to step inside his study (later, he'll admit that you interpreted correctly).

"it'd be much easier to go to bed knowing that our workaholic of a captain is also going to bed."

law laughs, short but weightless on his shoulders. given how long he's been buried in his textbooks, he's surprised at how undead he feels - but then again, you seem to have that effect on him.

at his most tired and most stressful, when smiling seems like it'd take too much time and effort, he finds himself doing it anyway when you're around (and so has the rest of the crew, much to law's annoyance).

"soon," he eyes the papers strewn on the desk. "i'm almost done here so just go to bed."

"what are you, my mom?" you offer him an eyeroll - one that you probably would've given your mom - and walk over to his bookshelf. "you're such a liar, y'know that?"

pulling a book off the shelves, you whirl around and point it at law's confused expression, "you and i both know you're gonna be up for at least another hour."

his face relaxes into a smile, "yeah, exactly. i said soon."

scoffing, you take up post on the sofa that no one other than you seems to use (mostly because you're the one that loiters in here the most).

"you and i have very different definitions of 'soon' which sucks" - you toss him a playful smile - "because now i have to stay here until god knows when to wait for you to finish."

he sighs, "is there a point in trying to talk you out of staying up?"

"nope."

law watches you for a moment as you get comfy. you tuck into your corner on the sofa with the pillows that you bought him (though he's pretty sure they're more for your benefit), and it's strange.

it's strange how, in a space that he specifically designed for himself, you find it so easy to make yourself at home. and what's stranger yet, is how much he doesn't mind. in fact, your presence makes the room a little warmer, a little cozier, a little more homey.

that's how law feels around you - at home.

you look up from your book and catch law staring at you. he looks at you with a smile so soft that it catches you off guard - but only for a moment.

then, you smile back - a pretty, glowing thing - and tease him, "tick tock, law. it's past my bedtime."

he chuckles before returning to his work. while he's definitely aware of your presence, it's anything but a distraction. the sound of a page turning, the rustling of pillows as you shift positions, the occasional yawn; it's a rather soothing soundtrack that actually helps law finish his work faster than he anticipated.

nonetheless, by the time he's done, it's way past any acceptable hour to be going to bed. he feels the fatigue in his muscles when he stretches and decides that it's time to let you both sleep.

"oi, i'm done-"

law laughs to himself when he looks up. book on your chest and mouth hanging open, you are dead asleep. he doesn't even know when you fell asleep but based on how deep your breathing is, you're long gone.

he approaches the sofa and crouches down until he's level with you. resting his chin on his knees, he realizes that this is the closest he's ever been to you.

sure, you'll sit beside him at dinner or he'll spot you during training but this is different. this is you and him separated by a breath, him close enough to memorize the slope of your nose and the curve of your cheeks. this is a moment that's quiet and still, stuck in limbo somewhere between night and morning, where he can't hear anything else but the sound of his heartbeat and your soft snores (which he will tease you about tomorrow).

it happens late at night with you asleep in his study and law fighting the overwhelming urge to kiss you right then and there.

he realizes he's in love with you.

and when it happens, it's not as earth-shattering as he once thought it'd be. not like a star falling from the sky and crashing headfirst into his world, but more like the moon reaching its peak in the night sky - gradual, inevitable.

it feels like clarity and bright moonlight. it feels like him scooching over to make room for you at the table, like the feeling of his hand around yours when he takes the practice sword from you. it feels like you knocking on his door and keeping him company in the late hours of the night because even studying isn't so bad when you know there's someone waiting for you.

it feels as right as the moon greeting the stars each night; falling for you was something that was always meant to happen.

before he can stop himself, law is laughing to himself. he's laughing at how stupid he is for not realizing something as obvious as this.

he loves you.

he loves you and he can't wait to tell you in the morning.

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trafalgar law x reader

law's in denial but you're here for him anyway

part of my 5 senses collection

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a/n: help i rambled and wrote a whole lot of uneventful, wordy fluff again oops

"how do you, the infamous surgeon of death," —you wring the wet cloth forcefully— "not have any flu medicine on board?"

before law can answer, a chorus of explanations comes from just outside his bedroom door.

"because he thinks flus are for the weak!"

"because he's too busy trying to cure cancer!"

"because he wants you to take care of him!"

at penguin's cheeky answer, law's cheeks go pink. lucky for him, you barely notice with how flushed his face already is. from his bed, law scowls at his (treacherous) crewmates.

"can you guys shut up?" he yells — or at least, he tries. it comes out as more of a hoarse whisper, and you frown.

you shoo bepo, penguin and shachi away, "let your dumb captain get some rest." they give you knowing looks and gleeful grins, and you relent with a smile before closing the door.

as you walk back towards your sick patient's bed, he tries to sit up. "there's no medicine because we ran out of the ingredients and no one really catches the flu anymore."

"and yet," you raise an eyebrow. "somehow, you have it."

"okay, in my defense, what happened was-"

only law doesn't get to tell you what happened because he gets hit with a sudden coughing fit, and you push him back into bed before he hacks up a lung.

"fine," you tsk. "if it'll get you to stop talking, let's say you're not sick. but i'm still going to take care of you so could you please just lie down?"

law hears the finality in your question that's not really a question. he resigns to your care, even though he doesn't really want to.

the truth is, he knows that he's sick. that much is obvious. it's just that he'd rather try to take care of himself than risk making a fool of himself in front of his crush.

which he hopes isn't obvious.

but it's hard to hide.

it's hard not to make his staring too obvious because this is the first time that you two have spent this much time together. it's hard pretending that you don't smell really good, that your eyelashes flutter when you blink, that your lips look very soft from up close. it's hard for him to not be wildly aware of the fact that this is the first time you two have been alone at all, or that it's the first time you've been in his room.

with all these firsts, it's no wonder his heart is beating so fast (or, he supposes, it could also be the debilitating fever).

you lie the washcloth across his forehead and instantly, he sighs in relief. compared to his fever, it feels much colder than it probably is, but it's a welcome change in temperature - soothing, comforting.

"better?" you ask, a little kinder and a little less critical.

"yeah," he says with his eyes still closed. and as an afterthought, he mumbles, "thanks."

he can hear the grin in your voice when you reply, "you're welcome."

you sit on the edge of his bed, patting his face with another cloth. unbeknownst to law, he's not the only one that's aware of the line you've crossed today.

you're fully aware that you've never sat in silence for this long with him. usually, he's at odds with you, stubbornly refusing your help or insisting that he's just fine on his own. talking with him involves rolling eyes and frustrated sighs, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

pigheaded at its worst but strong-willed at its best; it's this conviction of his that made you realize he's more than just a (very, very) pretty face. law's fearsome and fearless in his own way, confident and smarter than most men you've met. something about him makes you want to stick around.

maybe it's the way that he meticulously plans every move, or the detail he puts into taking care of everyone around him. it could be how every new thing you learn about him leaves you wanting more. before you knew it, you found yourself curious to see all the sides of trafalgar law.

like the side of him that's too proud to admit that he's sick, that hovers somewhere between sleep and consciousness as you wipe away his sweat — a side of him that's endearing and vulnerable that only you get to see.

you press your palm to the side of his face; thankfully, his temperature is starting to go down.

"feels good..." he murmurs. "your hands are soft."

it's a shame that law still has his eyes closed otherwise he'd catch the most adorably embarrassed look on your face. instead, he sinks deeper into the warmth that comes from being taken care of and starts drifting off.

you run your hands through his hair, watching him with gentle eyes that he won't get a chance to see. your caress lulls him, fingertips kissing him as sleep pulls him deeper and deeper.

maybe when he wakes up, he'll have the energy to properly thank you. maybe when he's fully recovered, he'll tell you how much it meant to him that you combed through his hair the way his mom used to.

maybe when he decides the time is right, he'll tell you how he feels about you and you'll tell him you feel the same way.

until then, you keep watch over him and whisper unto a sleeping trafalgar law,

"get well soon."

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— appreciation event: one piece in numbers

7 years | eustass kid (+ autumn)

word count; 1.3k

if you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

kid can’t remember where he knows this from - it might’ve been a book or maybe it was one of the many superstitions your grandmother would tell the both of you. regardless, what kid does remember is the concentration on your face - eyebrows furrowed together, tongue sticking out - as you’d try desperately to catch one.

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When they realize that…

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Trafalgar Law

✨Info: SFW, f/reader, survivor reader x Law, slightly steamy ending.

Law considers himself a straightforward and logical man. He believed in self-discipline, critical thinking and compartmentalizing emotions. The last was important because of what he was; a pirate and a doctor.

Rarely did his duality come into conflict, because he made sure it wouldn’t. Law had strict guidelines for what would and wouldn't not happen on his ship or with his crew.

Yes, he was a doctor, but he was a pirate first. As a pirate, he did what he pleased to achieve his goals. If some good occur out of his actions, it was merely chance.

Unfortunately, his crew had it in their minds that their captain had a "good" heart and was a "kind" man.

Where the hell did they get that crazy idea, Law thought as he used his power to bring a stranded survivor on broad.

An hour ago, they were under water when the transponder snail picked up a distress call. Such a situation was exactly what Law had prepared his crew for. Depending on who was sending the distress call, his crew would either ignore or respond. In this case the signal would be ignored when signal fail to identified themselves.

So, it was surprise for the deathly surgeon when he felt the ship ahead towards the surface. He put down a book he was reading and left his study to go see why the crew had chosen to respond.

The moment he stepped into the main floor, nearly every finger was pointed to Bepo.

"You know how he gets when we’ve been under for too long.” Penguin commented with a sigh.

“He said it was worth the risk for fresh air.” Added Shachi.

Law turned his grey/yellow eyes to the polar bear, who was guiltily looking away.

Sighing, Law gave commands to his crew.

“Prepare to surface and be ready for anything. We will investigate from afar.”

“Yes Captain!” Cried the crew.

“Aye, Aye Captain!” Bepo cried.

As the Polar Tank went higher, the ship had to doge sinking debris. The amount unsettled the crew and confirmed their suspicions on why the distress signal didn’t explain who they were. The signal would continue to go on till it to was eventually drowned.

Not a person said a word as the signal rang and rang, then died. When the ship broke through the surface, a small group went out onto the deck. Among them was Penguin, Shachi, Bepo and of course their Captain. Around the Polar Tank was the remains of a great battleship.

“What happen?” Shachi wondered aloud.

Penguin shrugged and merely commented.

“It’s the New World. Anything is liable to happen. There’s probably not a single survivor to tell us what- “

“Hey! I see a person over there!” Bepo shouted.

He wildly pointed in the direction of where he thought he saw someone unconsciously hanging on to a large piece of driftwood. Penguin and Shachi were shocked that anyone was found.

“Quick! We to bring them on broad!” They both screamed.

“No.”

Penguin and Shachi turned to their Captain, who was walking back to the inside of his ship.

“But!”

Law sighed and explained,

“We don’t know anything about what happened here or who was involved. It like you said, “it’s the New World”. It could be a trap.”

“Oh! It’s a woman!” Bepo said while peering through a pair of binoculars.

“Please Captain!” The men begged.

Law didn’t want to give in so easily, especially when he knew they shouldn’t get involved. His men didn’t notice but Law saw signs of who the ship had belonged to. As pirates, they show just move along.

“She’s still breathing! But I don’t think she can hold much longer; she looks wounded!” Bepo reported.

The bear looked away from the scene and stared at Law curiously.

“Are we not going to help her?” He asked.

That was all that Law needed to let his doctor side take over.

When you woke, you found yourself in a clean bed, in a small plain room, with no windows. You stayed laying down with your head on a fairly comfortable pillow as you scanned the small room.

Did the headquarters send help, or did random ship happen to respond to the distress signal?

You sighed, thinking that it didn’t matter since you were saved. How many others didn’t survive?

Best not to think about, you thought grimly.

You laid in the bed for another ten minutes before making up your mind to get up and finding out where you were. When the thin grey blanket was tossed back, you found that you were dressed in pale blue hospital gown. Your eyebrow quirk, but you supposed that it wouldn’t be unnatural if you were being treated by a hospital staff.

There were bandages on your left arm and on the left side of your face. Your right arm was in a sling but at least it was still there. You swung your legs out from under the blanket and was relieved to see that there weren’t any injuries to your legs.

But let’s see if I can walk.

Carefully, with one hand on the headboard you tried standing up on your feet. There was a little shakiness in your legs, and you nearly fell back onto the bed, but caught yourself in time. You waited till you were sure you could walk without falling, when the door to the room swung open.

You couldn't see the face of the person right away, since their back was to you. The bright orange of their suit hurt your eyes and you wonder how large they were as their back slowly straighten to reveal a head full of white hair with two white buns on top of their head.

Slowly, you began to realize that what you were looking at was not hair, but fur, and the white buns were ears. The person turned and you found yourself staring at a white polar bear.

The bear was carrying a tray in his hands, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy trying to figure out if you were dreaming. The bear took two steps into the room then stopped.

He must have felt your staring because his head turn to glance your way. It was full minute of silence of staring before a deep voice interrupted your wonderings.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed so soon.”

A tall man stood in the doorway with his hands casually in the pockets of his jeans. He looked at you with an expression of annoyance and boredom when you didn’t reply or move.

“Tsk, didn’t you hear me…”

You ignored what he was saying since your mind was racing to figure out who he was, because you have seen his face before many times. He was a pirate for sure, but which one? Which one?

He was walking towards you now, but your body wouldn’t move. Plus, you were still trying to think. Then, it came to you, a picture and a name.

“You’re-" you started to mumble out.

Suddenly, you were being lifted up by the man and you cried out his name.

“Trafalgar Law!”

Law gave you a small smirk as his eyes stared down at you.

“Oh, so you know who I am.”

“Well,” you replied with a flustered tone, “you’re on the wanted posters.”

He let out a laugh then stifled it.

“Fair enough.” He then said and dropped you onto the bed.

Law didn’t drop you high enough to hurt but were still shocked by the acted. He then turned and started walking out of the room. To the bear, he gave orders to leave the tray next to the bed and to make sure you didn’t leave the room.

Law was about to pull the door close, when you cried out, “Wait! I’m glad to be saved but what are you going to do with me?”

He glanced over his shoulder at you and gave you a chilling smile.

“I don’t know just yet. Behave yourself while I think about it.”

And with that as his answer, Law stepped out of the room and closed the door on your pleas for more information.

Law plan was to drop you off at the next island they came to, but the closest one was a week away.

During that time, you were expected to stay in your room. You didn’t even see the captain till the last day. However, you did befriend his crew.

For the first three days, the only crew member you saw was Bepo. The bear was so quiet that you were the one starting conversations with him. All it took was saying, “thank you” every time he brought your meals.

The first day, he didn’t respond. The second day, he nodded and replied, “your welcome”. The third day, you were able to have small conversations and he checked on you often to see if you needed anything. By the end of that day, you both exchanged names.

Penguin and Shachi were too curious of you, not to mention jealous, that they convince the shy polar bear to let him see you on the 4th day of your entrapment.

By the 5th day, crew members were sneaking you out of the room so that you wouldn't feel so trapped. They took you to the mess hall when it was empty, they gave small tours of the ship, and they even braved the ships small library where you could pick a book to read back in your room.

Both you and the members of the heart pirates were sure that the captain didn't know about your escapades around the ship. It irritated Law that his men could be so naïve as he kept a close watch on you at all times.

How long before your true colors would show?

It was day seven aboard the Polar Tank.

Most of your smaller bandages were off, but you still needed to keep your arm in a sling. You were sitting on the floor of your room with Bepo, Penguin and Shachi playing a game of cards while sharing stories.

You had mention some of the places you had seen on your travels, but you always talked around any details about the last ship you were on. Shachi was the one who ended up asking the question on the whole crew's mind.

"So, what did happen to your ship?"

The question caught you off guard and you stubbled to give an answer. The true was, you didn't know what had happen. All you could remember was the disaster you lived through.

"I-I..."

The sound of wind filled your head as you remembered black swirling clouds. There was boom, then the screams of men and superiors shouts last-ditch orders take back control. The cries of women and the few children aboard. Another boom, and the ship was flying, then falling, then...

The door slammed opened and everyone jumped as you gave a small cry. Jean Bart stood in the door away.

"THE HELL!" Penguin and Shachi shouted.

"You scared us!" Bepo shouted at the giant man.

"Sorry, but I thought you should know that we are approaching an island. We'll be ascending shortly."

Jean Bart turned his gaze at you and said, "I don't know what the captain plans to do with you, but you'll be able to get some fresh air while some of us go ashore."

"That would be nice," you replied with a smile of relief.

"This ship is amazing but traveling like this feels stifling."

Bepo nodded enthusiastically. "Right, right!"

"I wonder if the captain is going to leave her at this island," Penguin whispered to Shachi.

"Hopefully not," Shachi whispered back.

"Bepo." You said gently

The polar bear glanced at you, and you asked him if he get you somethings from the island if there was a town.

Law waited for most of the crew to leave before heading to your room.

The island they landed on happened to be inhabited by a large city. It was a good place to leave you, but only after some good old' fashion threatening. The crew had grown too attached to you, but he couldn't trust you not to drawn attention to them.

When he got to your room, he threw open the door to catch you off guard, but you weren't there. A muscle in his jaw tightened as he gripped his sword. No way would his men be stupid enough to sneak you on land. Not when he gave orders for you to stay behind!

Law ran to the ship's deck and burst out into the warm daylight. He was about to use his ability when a familiar pale blue fabric caught his eye. There you were with your back facing him, unaware of his presents. The breeze blew through your hair and made the thin gown and robe press along your body.

It almost annoyed him to see you so relaxed. Did you think you were on a cruise ship?'

"Hey," he called.

You glanced over your shoulder, then spun around looking surprised.

"I was just enjoying the air!' You explained rapidly. "I know I wasn't supposed to leave my room, but I was only-"

"And who let you out?"

You blinked at him, then replied, "No one. I got out myself, but I swear was going to go back to my room."

Law scoffed at your words. Why you were protecting one of his men he couldn't guess. Your words, "my room" also concerned him. No part of this ship was yours.

"Do you really expect me to believe that you wouldn't run away." He asked coldly.

"And go where?" You replied.

"Back to the Marines," Law spat out.

Your eyes widen slightly then soften with sadness.

"So, you noticed."

"Of course, I noticed, the flag was in the water!"

Now you scoffed at his words, as you pulled the robe tighter around you. Law noted that your demeanor had change from calm to fury.

"And I suppose every Marine ship you came across are full of noble soldiers of justice."

Law's eyes narrowed at you in a glower, but you didn't back down from your anger.

"What do you mean," Law asked lowly. "What kind of ship-"

"No," you cut him off.

You shook your head and stated firmly, "I won't say what kind of ship it was, and I have no clue what happened. It was destroyed and that's all there is to it."

You closed your eyes and took a deep soothing breath. When you opened them, you stared at the gloomy captain. Again, like the tide of the sea, your demeanor changed back to being relaxed.

“So, you see," you calmly explained, "I don’t have anywhere to go or anyone to report to.”

Law didn’t respond as he thought over what you had told him.

“Also,” you said with a light laugh, “I don’t have any proper clothes. I’ve been using bandages as a makeshift bra.”

As doctor, he shouldn’t have blushed at what you said, but it was so unexpected.

“Is that why my stock is low!” He shouted.

“Well, I have to change the bandaging,” you said as you started to open your robe to show him.

Again, he really shouldn’t blush but again it was unexpected. He grabbed your wrist to stop you while shouting, “what are you doing!”

“I was just going to show you.” You replied demurely.

“I didn’t ask you to!”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were a shy doctor.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed lightly as Law growled angrily at your teasing. You obviously didn’t realize your situation. Law let go of your wrist and before he could cut you down with his words you asked an unexpected question.

“Hey, do you have a secretary? I’m good at organizing and managing schedules.”

Why. Why, in the hell did he say yes to you?

To be fair, Law did tell you no, twice. But then you went on and on how you owned him for rescuing you in the first place. Then the crew got involved, saying that they could drop you off at the next island if it didn’t work out. Only it did.

Law was sure he could scare you off by being unbearably difficult. He would have you stay up late with him taking notes on his research and leave piles of books and papers around. Law hated mess, but he let his office go just to gross you out into giving up.

When that didn't work, he had you running around to complete crazy errands, like getting coffee he wouldn't drink at random hours. He had you collecting a bucket full of bird shit calming he needed it. Wake you up at odd hours saying he needed your help. He even ordered you to bring him a fresh cadaver at the last island the ship docked at.

It should have work. Instead, it backfired splendidly on him, and his crew merely watched from the sidelines. First, you were excellent at taking notes and keeping records. Second, you were a fast worker, so any book, paper, tool he set down and walked away from was immediately put away. His office never got to be messy because you were constantly following and cleaning after him.

For the bird shit project, you got the crew to help with collecting, scooping samples into plastic bags, labeling, and storing away. Law had to tell you stop because it was taking up storge space in his lab. Later in the night, he got rid of the collection, and you never said a word about it.

For cadavers, you were eerily good at finding good subjects, mainly because you would pester him about the specification he was looking for. He thought that the task would creep you out and said so.

"Why? I see plenty of dead bodies, remember. They can't hurt me." You shrugged.

As for the coffee drinking and odd hours, you put a stop to it one day, by bringing him a glass of water. Law was working at his desk when he heard you walk in his office and closed the door. You walked to his side, and he glanced up expecting to see a hot mug of coffee.

Law stared at the glass in your hand, scowled, then asked you, "What the hell is this?"

"Water," you said sweetly. "Too much coffee isn't good for you."

His brow twitched as you set the water on his desk.

"Also, I've been waiting to talk to you about the late nights and odd hours."

That made him grin and he was sure that you were going to say you couldn't keep up with him.

"What about it?"

"Well, it makes you look unorganized for one and two," you leaned down and said with sly smile, "the crew is starting to wonder if it's code for something else."

Something else?

You laughed when Law cheeks redden and said, "I'm joking! But it would be nice if you could just stop being so difficult. You're wearing the both of us out."

Law leaned back in his chair and raked his hair back. His hat, coat and sword were placed near the door of his office. You were right, while he did usually work late hours, keeping up with a crazy schedule was draining. You had lasted three months without complaining. It was time to accepted that you weren't going to leave.

"Fine," he conceited with a sigh. "You can stay."

He then got up from his chair and looked into your eyes and he warned, "But understand that you are joining a pirate crew. The government won't show you any mercy if you get caught."

"I wasn't shown mercy before," you pertly replied. "And I do understand what we are and what we are not."

"Oh?" The corner of Law's mouth curved up as he tested you one last time.

"And what aren't we?"

"Heros. Saviors. "Good" people."

Law huffed as his smile widen.

"What we did for you wasn't good?"

That made you smile back at him, and Law found another reason why it was a bad idea to say yes to you.

"It was nice, but who's idea was it, doctor?"

It never felt so good to hear anyone calling him that and Law certainly didn't think he would react the way he did.

Oh, he dreamt it, many times when he sent you away on some silly task.

With the crazy hours he forced you to work with him, he ended up getting to know you. Your habits, your mind, and your smile.

You were already so close to him that all Law needed to do was lean forward and press his mouth to yours. You accepted the kiss, as if you knew this would happen.

Despite the late-night bickering and cold words, you felt something flickering between the two of you.

At first you thought you had imagined the long looks he would give you and the subtle smiles he made when you outsmarted his challenges. The memory made you smile, and Law felt it on your lips.

He moved back and glanced at you curiously. He was just about to ask what was so amusing when you lean forward and kissed him back. Before you could move back, Law wrapped his arms around you and deepen the kiss.

Personal rules or not there would be no going back from this; from you. The way you responded to his affection had him trapped and cornered. The only way out was to take back his control as he saw fit.

Law moved to kiss along your jaw then dipped his head to your neck, where her licked and suck at your skin. You gasped and held on to him as your knees felt weak. You too had dreamt about his, but it never occurred to you that it would feel so hot in your nerves.

Law brushed the tip of your ear with his lips and whispered in dark sultry tone,

“Welcome aboard my ship, y/n-ya.”

You swallowed down a moan as your body shivered. Your eyes were staring up into the air as you weakly replied, "Thank you, Captain."

✨❤️End❤️✨