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Omfg this is so good!!!🫀🔥

Thank you so much for this! I love it and you completely nailed that! 🙏🏻✨

Dumbass.

[Remember . . smoking's bad fot ya kids]

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Since I’m a slut for KidLaw atm…somebody can draw this stock image (Law smoking) pweeassseee 💕🔥💕🔥💕🔥💕🔥

#captain kid #eustasscaptainkid #one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #law one piece #kid x law #trafalagar law #one piece fanart #law fanart #eustass captain kid fanart

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✦ ── THE MORNING AFTER: EUSTASS KID AND KILLER

Relationships: Eustass Kid x Gn! Reader x Killer (Poly), Kid x Killer (Suggested)

Synopsis: What would it be like to wake up only to discover that you didn't sleep with one crewmate, but two!

Warnings: Mention of sexual intercourse, waking up naked among people without clothes, mention of drunk (consenting) sex, mention of regret, mention of consequences, Soft Kid and Killer, Healthy Relationship, Polyamorous Relationship, Threesome

Word Count: 1,0k

Notes: Oh yeah baby, I really love this duo, this is the first part of a "series" of waking up the next day with a trio, I plan to do more now that I'm back but to debut we have my favorites, the next ones will probably be Zoro and sanji or Luffy and Law, hope you like it

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It was so soft and warm… You were under a hard surface, but it was so hot that it somehow became soft? There was something around your waist and it warmed you even more. There was a layer of soft blanket under you and everything felt even better, when was the last time you slept so well? His bed wasn't even that comfortable...

Yes, your bed was not comfortable… For some reason it was a hard mattress that you always said you would change on the next island you stopped on, but you always forgot and continued on the hard bed. Also, what was that breath on your neck? Breathing? Weren't you alone?!

Still groggy and confused, you forced yourself to open your eyes to try to figure out where the hell you fell asleep this time. His head began to throb and hurt as his eyes got used to the low light in the room, the windows were covered, preventing the sun's rays from illuminating everything.

You yawned loudly and shifted, or at least you tried to since there was something… someone holding you in place. You looked around and your face burned as your jaw dropped open in shock. You were lying on the chest of none other than Eustass Kid, your captain. Also, around your waist and curled around you like a puppy was Killer, the first mate.

You suppressed a scream and began to rummage through your memories in search of what had happened. You remembered very little, you had entered a drinking contest, won and then tried to stumble back to the ship to sleep. At some point you met Killer who would help you get back safely, maybe you found Kid on the ship, but nothing really explained how you ended up there.

And to make matters worse… Where were your clothes? Oh no… You couldn't believe you made a cliché like that, did you even sleep with your superiors just because you were drunk?!

Killer squeezed your waist a little more and settled on your back, you felt a shiver running through your body. Of course, you couldn't deny that they were very attractive and maybe you had a crush on them, besides obviously, it was a celebration night and the three of you must have been completely drunk and crazy… But still, that shouldn't have happened!

Not that you didn't want to… On the contrary, what situation would that put you in?! Would your peers say you were trying to curry favor? What if the two got mad and threw you off the ship?! There were so many possibilities for everything to go wrong that her head started to spin…

But you couldn't deny it, being there, in the grip of Killer's arms and the comfort of Kid's body was so lovely. You definitely wouldn't use that word for anything related to those two monstrous men, but it felt so right.

"Fuck my head" you heard Kid mumbling and closed your eyes at the time, maybe it would be better to just pretend you were sleeping.

He shifted a bit until he realized where he was, then there was silence until he finally spoke.

"Y/n" you bit your lip, that he didn't realize you were sleeping, it was his wish "I know you're awake" Damn! How did he know?!

"Captain…" you mumbled shyly and opened your eyes to stare at him. There was no negative emotion in that gaze, no anger, no disgust, he just stared at you... peacefully?

"Shut up, I still don't want to wake up" Killer said and then he buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply, making you shiver and let out a small cry of fright.

"Killer, let go, they don't want to" Kid spoke quickly and not long after Killer released you with a disappointed mutter.

"Sorry" he said and then sat down on the bed.

You stood there looking confused at both of them, what was going on?

"You can go back to your room, let's not say anything to anyone" Kid said and yawned again, wasn't he going to tell? Did he… had he regretted it?

"Are we just going to pretend this didn't happen?" You let out with some sadness, you couldn't help but show your disappointment… Were you really that bad?

"Well, it's not exactly weird Killer waking up in my bed" Kid said teasing the other man who just swore under his breath "But by the look of you you definitely didn't want to be here, so let's just pretend it didn't happen, blah blah, you know" he said with little patience.

"But… What if I wanted to be here?" You said in a sad whisper. It was no secret to many that you really wanted both men, you just hadn't done anything imagining that your superiors would never hook up with their own subordinates.

"You want?" It was Killer who spoke, turning and facing you, at least that's what it looked like since his bangs covered his eyes.

"Maybe…" you said nervously and sat up, using the blanket to cover yourself.

"So does that stuff you said yesterday about you being in love with us being true?" Kid said, staring at you deathly.

"I said that?!" You screamed in shock, you had assumed that while drunk?!

"No" he smirked "But by your reaction it's true…"

"You idiot…" you cursed in embarrassment.

"So… Can we go back to sleep?" Killer said approaching you "Let's deal with the romantic talk after coffee"

"Yes definitely" Kid said and pulled you back into his chest, Killer then clung to you again.

"So…" you said after a few minutes of silence "If Killer is already a regular here… Can I be too?" That was her request to try and turn something from one night into much more, you had the chance to have those two men in your hand and you weren't going to waste it.

"You don't even have to ask, we're tired of hearing you complain about your bed" Killer said happily.

"Yeah, now shut up and go to sleep or I'll expel you both" Kid yelled with his eyes closed.

"Ah… And y/n" Killer whispered in his ear "We love you too…"

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This is true friendship.

Killer & You: *both looking at Kid who is knocking out some enemies who are charging at him from afar, while standing among the tall crew*

You: *cannot see the action for sh*t*

Killer: *peers at you from underneath the blue and white striped mask, when you’re trying to stand on your toes to see even a glimpse of what’s happening*

Killer: “…Shall I describe it to you?..”

You: *gives him a quick side eye, slightly dumbfounded on that he’s talking to you — it doesn’t happen so often*

Killer: “…Or would you like me to find you a box?” *crosses both of his arms on his broad chest, as from one of the holes in his mask you can catch a glimpse of his pearly teeth showing off in a grin*

You: *shoots your head to look at him, before erupting with an ugly laugh*

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My Love Mine All Mine

Inspired by that one Mitski song, obviously. Just under 1k words of mushy loveliness, silly pirate doctor has me in a chokehold.

law x fem reader, somewhat smutty

His skin sticks to yours like warm sugar, entirely too much of a feeling as his thrusts grow deeper and then still all at once. His breath is hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, whimpers and groans dancing across the baby hairs on the edge of your hairline, a shaky hand smoothing all the way up from your thigh to your breasts, an affectionate squeeze where he deems necessary. There’s a distinct ache between your thighs but it’s not the worst feeling in the world, you think to yourself, feeling warm and full even after he’s slipped himself out of you, hands tenderly manipulating your legs off his shoulders.

You sink, boneless, into the mattress, like a stone through water as you feel the springs and sheets shift around you as he gets up and slinks off somewhere for something. You don’t pay it much mind, not until a small draft dances across your bare stomach and you mumble for him needily, childishly. He somehow hears you from the bathroom and saunters back in with an amused but soothing “I’m coming don’t worry, I’m here” and then the mattress shifts again, and your view of the ceiling is interrupted by shaggy black hair, pale sharp eyes, a crooked grin. Gold earrings catch the light of the lampshade and twinkle just at the crook of his jawline like orb-like fairies, dancing in and out of your vision as he moves until he’s leaning over you on one arm, the other holding a warm cloth.

Said fabric finds its way between your legs and you hiss at the contact, grumbles that turn into almost-purrs when a free hand strokes through your hair softly, a pair of lips kissing and mumbling against your temple. He’s unusually amusable after sex, almost silly. “You come here often?” paired with a flash of teeth and dimples as his hands clean you up, whipping a storm of red onto your cheeks as you push at his chest with a hand half-heartedly. He giggles, giggles, but relents, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and replacing it with a cool glass of water, forever the caretaker. “At least half please, then I’m all yours”.

You do as he says, because how could you not, with his imperfect-perfect skin and his tattoos and his smile that’s as rare as rubies, and he rewards you with a gentle peck on the lips as he sets the glass on the side and nestles amongst the covers, dragging you down willingly with him. You start off with your back against his chest, arms looped around your middle as small, lingering kisses are planted along your shoulder, your arm, your neck. The praise, God. “You doing okay?” “You did so good” “So perfect” “All mine”. You could get off from his voice alone. The thought enters your mind, and you press your behind against him, feeling him tense and huff a laugh / groan against your neck. “There’s no way either of us are making it through round two” his voice is scratchy, deep and it only eggs you on, but before he can be convinced, he cuts the temptation off at the source and flips you so you’re chest to chest, an amused frown on his face as he kisses you all over before shoving your face against his collarbone. “Sleep, before you kill me off”.

No one would’ve believed it if they saw it: the Surgeon of Death, ex-warlord and member of the worst generation, cradling a woman in his arms so gently it was as if she was made of glass. Murmuring ludicrously romantic things against and into crevices of skin, a smile on his face so content you’d think him the luckiest man alive.

-loresona

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I’d really want to write something about Law or Kid or Killer or Barto or Cora!

So hmo if you got any ideas!!

(Minors dni when sexual or graphic topics)

#captain kid #eustasscaptainkid #one piece #bartolomeo #corazon one piece #donquixote rosinante #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader

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@odry444

Apple Picking

~ Eustass Kidd 🍏🍎

Okay idk why I made this so darn cute 😫🫶🏼 sorry if he’s OOC I just like picturing the reader being that awesome that they can soften such a rough man 😂😍🤭

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Kidd was out of place, no doubt about that, but there wasn’t anything on this blue sea that he wouldn’t do for you. He would fight off any marines or rivals, punch a sea king in the face. Hell! He’d even chop off his last arm to make you happy but you never asked for much. That’s what he loved about you.

Just time.

It was all you wanted and all you needed. You didn’t need the treasure or the riches cause the most precious thing one can offer is their time to another. You didn’t care that he had a crew or that he had a 3 billion bounty on his head. It meant nothing to you and that made You mean everything to him.

So here he stood, hand in hand with you and a basket full of apples now feeling the most out of place he’s ever been in his life. Despite the odd stares and under the breath remarks of his piracy, he felt on top of the world.

Maybe…just maybe… he’s already found his one piece.

“Kidd?” You ask again trying to gain his attention, head snapping to look at you. His creamy cheeks go as red as red as some of the apple on your basket. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, “You okay there?” You smile making him squeeze your hand lightly.

Winking at you with a big grin, “Yeah got lost thinkin of that pretty face of yours.”

Now he made you blush and all from calling you pretty…if only you knew just how deeper it was.

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OP men taking care of their SO

Gn!Reader (I tried)

Characters: Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Corazon

CW: mentions of ED (starving, vomiting, overexercising), bad body image/body dysmorphia, cursing, SH, slight nsfw for Kid

Notes: I'm in a terrible mental state rn, kinda relapsing. OP hyperfixation fixes stuff so I decided to write some HC how they would act when noticing their SO is struggling with an ED.

Trafalgar Law

he had a bad feeling about your eating habits a while ago

noticing you rush to the bathroom after every meal and "showering" excessively

but didn't mention cuz he knows to leave people alone (he's the same tbh)

it hit him during the monthly physical examination

he listens to your heartbeat and notice it being really low

"y/n, would you step on the scale?" he asks in a cold but also concerned tone

as he notices you getting anxious when standing in front of that thing, he sighs and puts a hand reassuring on your shoulder

"it's ok. I'm here. Just step on it, please." his voice still concerned but warm and soft

he looks at the low numbers in shock and takes you carefully from the scale before you can see the numbers

"y/n-ya. What's wrong?" he'll take your cold hands and sits right in front of you

if you break out in tears, he'll just sit there and hug you tightly, til you calm down by yourself

if you stay cold and stubborn, he'll get annoyed but also takes care of you

either way, you talk a lot and will make a rehab plan, he'll watch over you as much as he can

he won't miss a moment to show you how much he loves and cares for you

"you're the most beautiful soul I know, y/n-ya."

"I know it hurts, but I cannot lose someone I love dearly, again."

"We get through this, ok?"

all in all, he's a doctor and acts like one, but he'll support you whenever needed

Eustass Kid

he notice during working out together

the last times you'd been skipping meals and even alcohol, working out without him even in the middle of the night

first he thought you'd simply want to get stronger than him and teases you daily

but on that day you've overdone yourself, your body can't take it anymore and you get dizzy and weak all of a sudden, letting the weights fall down with a thud

"y/n?! Fucking seriously?" he first yells at you (rule: never let weights fall down)

you sink on your knees, mumbling sth like you'd be fine

"Fine my ass!" he swears and lifts you up to carry you to his room

"what the hell are you thinking?!" he's clearly pissed

he'll put on his too big warm clothes and coat, still staring at you angrily

forces you to drink water and hot tea, he still stares at you

"so what the fuck is wrong with you, y/n?" angry, annoyed tone

when you start to cry, he's overwhelmed and feels bad not being able to help, so he just sits there and pets your head

when you glance back and pout/get angry you'll get into a fight and storms out throwing the door

just to come back and hug you tightly after finally understanding

his soft side comes out when you tell him you feel weak and ugly and fat

he laughs: "stupid girl/boy! you're the strongest pirate I know! and the sexiest! besides me"

if you don't or don't smile enough (which will be most likely the case), he'll just tower over you and wrap you up in his arms, roaming with his hands over your body and repeat how amazing you are

he'll get overprotective, remind you to eat enough through the day (sometimes forces you to)

He makes you different playlists to lift up your mood

also he'll seek help from Killer from time to time (but won't tell you)

Sanji

He’ll notice when you stop joining to cook in the kitchen

Notices your rapid weight loss really quickly

Sits down next to you, lights up a ciggy and asks worried what’s wrong

Poor boy thinks it’s his fault

Eventually he’ll tear up and just hug you, telling you how much he loves you

“You can tell me everything, ma chère!”

You instantly felt understood and tell him

He’ll look at you in shock, not understanding how such a beautiful person can think of themselves like that

“But you are the most beautiful woman/man, I know, y/n-swan”

He cups your face and gazes into your eyes before kissing you softly

“We get through this, together. I promise.”

And he’ll make it true. He’s the most supportive boyfriend

Forehead kisses, reassuring soft hugs and touches, always keeping an eye on you

Spa Days, telling you every second how much he loves and adores you, would never force you but beg you to try his food at least

Makes the most delicious looking meals

Reads all about EDs so he won’t accidentally hurt you even more

Will hold you in his arms when you’re freezing or crying

Hides the scale

All in all the perfect man

Bartolomeo

He’ll notice when following you to the bathroom after dinner

Already had a bad gut feeling about your bruised up and red hands

He holds them all the time so he knows their appearance by heart

“Y/n-chan? Are you ok? I’m here for you! Are you sick?”

Music plays from inside and the tab runs

When you came out after minutes, eyes swollen and red, hands wet and even redder than before you’ll earn a concerned look

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, y/n-chan.”

Weirdly sniffs and notices the smell of vomit

Eyes in shock and starts crying

“No no no no my dearest y/n-chan!! Please don’t tell me it’s true!”

Wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace, crying his eyes out

Overdramatic as fuck

Eventually taking your weak body to a quiet room, cleans your face and gives you something to drink

Will listen to each of your words really carefully to understand

Always pleasing you, always bring you water and tea, will not force but desperately beg to you eat something

Will accompany you to the bathroom any time, watching that you don’t hurt yourself anymore

Around you 24/7, will provoke and beat up everyone just trying to say something bad about you

Literally overprotective l, like a guard dog

Will try to lift your mood by telling stupid jokes and stories, tattle about Law and other “not cool non strawhats”, showing off his collection

Proud as hell every time he’ll make you laugh and forget that illness for a second

Corazon/ Rosinante Donquixote

He’ll notice when picking you up as usual

“Y/n, you’re so tiny?!”

Shocked at first and lifts you even higher

Can’t believe you’re that light, you’ve always been to him, but now it’s different

Immediately throws you over his shoulder, covering you with his warm feather coat

“We’re going to a doctor, no back talk.”

His tone is stern but also warm and caring

Carries you to different doctors and hospitals, always holding your hand or thigh to show you he’s there

Will yell at anyone who says that can’t treat you

Throws literal tantrums at some doctors for being “incapable”

Will end up trying to fix and heal you himself

Showers you in love and care, eg bringing you water, tea, let’s you borrow his lighter to fidget with (even lend you his cigarettes if you smoke)

Will always smile at you and be more clumsy on purpose to make you laugh again

Will cook for you, whatever you want, burns it a few times by accident

Let’s you wear his clothes, when you feel bad about your body

Or wraps you up in them to get you warm

Will be extremely careful when touching, hugging or lifting you up

Afraid he’ll break you

Will inform himself about EDs to make the best of it

Never leaves your side, towering above or behind you, so no one can hurt you

Even lends you hit hat from time to time if he can’t be around for a moment, so you won’t feel alone

Gets sentimental when you sleep and he drinks, petting your head, sits right next to you talking about how beautiful and amazing you are

"I love you so much! You deserve everything in this world, my heart!"

#one piece #eustasscaptainkid #captain kid #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #bartolomeo #op bartolomeo #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #kid x reader #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #corazon one piece #corazon #donquixote rosinante #corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #op headcanons #hc

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working on new HC for OP men...idk how long it'll take but i try my best <3

#trafalgar law #eustasscaptainkid #captain kid #corazon one piece #donquixote rosinante #bartolomeo #op bartolomeo #vinsmoke sanji #sanji one piece #one piece headcanons

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kidd is unbearably obnoxious.

his large frame and massive hands don't help his attitude, easily able to manhandle you into whatever position with minimal effort on his part. kidd will grab your ankles and pull them apart, diving into his prize without a second thought.

he's not too keen on foreplay, but kidd is aware that he is quite gifted downstairs. and while not opposed to lube, he'd rather create a sloppy mess downstairs with his tongue than use the stuff. it helps to get him ready for the second act. and the third act. and the fourth...

he'd much rather have you a mess on his cock rather than his fingers, but that doesn't mean he won't pump you with his digits. no, kidd will achieve every possibility when you have sex. tongue, fingers, cock, oral, even anal if you let him indulge himself.

kidd has a firm stance on dirty talk: the more the better. he'll call you every name under the sun, praising and degrading you for your every movement or change in expression. 'slut' and 'whore' are probably his favorite expletives, but kidd will never pass up a chance to tell you to 'get on your knees.'

and speaking about getting on your knees, there's nothing kidd loves more than seeing you try to suck his cock. there's absolutely no way you're able to take the whole thing, but his the effort (and cum shot) that kidd adores seeing.

he's aware of harsh nature during the act but he also doesn't want to drop his bad boy act, so aftercare will probably be just a towel unless you ask for more. it's the day after that kidd makes up for his actions, having killer make you breakfast, taking a shower with you, letting you use his massive chest as a pillow...

kidd is an insufferable asshole, but deep down he really does care about you.

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I just think he’s neat 🥰🥰

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Eustass Captain Kid is my fictional

„I can change him!“

(I actually don’t even wanna change him, I just want him…)

Honestly this man is a major red and green flag at the same time…just watch his temper and overall attitude but never forget how much he CARES for Killer e.g.

So I GUESS in a real relationship he would care as well. Even be gentle and soft, polite (as far as possible). Also he wouldn’t give a damn fuck if people thinks he became a softie: proofing them wrong by throwing hands!

#eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #captain kid #one piece #one piece kid #fictional man boobies

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➡ 𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄����𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

nsfw - Jealousy HC Kid & Killer

nsfw- Law, Kidd, Sabo - Reacting to his S/O being captured by Marines

nsfw - Eustass Kid x Doctor! f! readernsfw - Eustass Captain Kid x F!Reader ~ Yes, Master p1

nsfw - Eustass Kid x f! Reader ~ Yes, Master p2

sfw - Law, Luffy & Kidd - Reacting to his S/O stealing their favorite things.

Law, Rosinante, Sanji, Zoro, Luffy & Kid ~ Hcs on how many kids they want to have.

nsfw - Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both p1

nsfw - Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both p2

nsfw - Eustass Captain Kid x F! Reader ~ Free day

nsfw ~ Eustass Captain Kidd x F! Sub! Reader ~ An Adrenaline Release 

Luffy, Kid, Law & Page One ~ HCs of them reacting to his S/O wanting to fight in Onigashima

nsfw - Eustass Kid, Killer & Monkey D. Luffy ~ HCs for Face Sitting

sfw- Kid, Law & Luffy ~ Reacting to his s/o stealing their favorite things

nsfw - Dom! Eustass Captain Kid x Sub! F! Reader ~ My Property

nsfw - Eustass Captain Kid x F! Reader ~ Before It All Ends [Consented Rape PLAY]

nsfw - Demon! Eustass Kid x F! Slave! Reader ~ Incubus

sfw - day 4 December Advent Calendar: Kid x Gn! reader ~ The First Snow

nsfw - day 5 December Advent Calendar: Kid x f! reader ~ Dressing Up as Santa

nsfw - Kid x F! reader ~ Drinking Sake

nsfw - HCs Law, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Sabo, Ace, Kidd, Izo & Page One having a shaky breath while fucking you ~

nsfw - Eustass Kid x F! Reader ~Camping Under The Stars

nsfw - Prince! Eustass Kid x f! reader ~ My Little Clown

dark! nsfw ~ Eustass Kid x F! Reader ~ Don’t Tell Mom (⚡ step-cest)

nsfw - incubus! Kid x F! reader ~ Unbreakable

nsfw - Sanji, Law, Zoro, Ichiji, Ace, Kid, Doffy, Shanks & Crocodile Pegging HCs

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Hey Lemon! May I draw a red card with either Law or Kid, please? Thank you so much! Also I really like this card idea, it’s super neat. 🩷

A/N: you know I had to choose my boy Kiddo mwaha, and thank you <33 i had the idea for the event over a year ago and being able to actually have it out and writing things for it makes me incredibly happy GENRE: fluff WARNING: pda, making out, gets a lil heated but no smut CHARACTER: eustass kid x reader PROMPT: seven of diamonds, a kiss, making up for lost time WORD COUNT: 0.9k

Nervous excitement coursed through your veins as you stood up on the deck of the Victoria Punk. The sound of your foot tapping with anxious anticipation could be heard throughout the ship, no doubt irritating a crew mate or two below deck, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about that.

Kid was coming back today, after all.

Heat stood at the wheel, giving orders here and there in the stead of both the Captain and his first mate. Kid had gotten himself into some sort of problem again, though you didn't know the details it would be no surprise if you heard Kid had bit off more than he could chew with some rival, but today was the day that Killer went to fetch your hot headed Captain.

You recall of the sternness of Killer's voice as he told you to stay put, that Kid would be more less inclined to come back to the ship if he knew you were somewhere else. Being used as bait should have insulted you, you think, but you didn't mind when it meant you'd soon be crushed in your red head's arms.

As Heat pulled into a closed off harbor, out of prying military eyes, you find it growing more difficult to stay on board as you were instructed to.

Footsteps behind you pull your gaze from the beach, Wire moving to stand besides you. A heavy hand rests on your head with a gentle thud, one of his fingers having flicked the dangling earring you wore- one of the first gifts you'd received from Kid.

"He'll be back soon."

A flush rushes to your cheeks as you turn from the rail, Wire's words finally getting you to leave the main deck in favor of hiding in the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right, Killer wouldn't trust us by ourselves for that long." Wire's laughter is his response to your parting words, doing little to help the burning in your face as the kitchen door closes behind you.

Letting yourself fall into one of the dining hall chairs, a groan escapes you. Your head falls into your hands, rubbing at your face as your brain swirls around with the sight of red, the smell of metal and oil, the sound of echoing laughter.

It isn't until a loud thud startles you. The crash is soon followed by a second, almost louder one, and by the time you run out of the kitchen door the crew's rowdy cheers echo through the harbor.

Red, blazing eyes meet yours and Kid's grin grows tenfold at the sight of you. Elation bubbles through you as you cheer with your crew mates, laughter interrupting your cheer as your glee leaks from every pore of your body.

The sounds of Kid's footsteps coming towards you seems to drown out everything else around you, his eyes burning into your own as you feel a pull from the assorted jewelry he's gifted you over the years.

You start to move towards him, magnetized both by his devil fruit power and by the look in his eyes, and the moment you're within reach you feel a heavy arm slung across your shoulders.

Kid wastes no time in tucking you to his side before he starts to boast about his victory, maniacal laughter simmering out in the waves of his euphoria. Pride surges through you as it often does, Kid's ego living off of the gleam he sees when he looks back to you.

"Tonight, we feast! To the strongest fucking pirates in the whole damn New World!" His arm tightens around you as the crew grows even more boisterous, moving to prepare for the party to come later.

No one says a thing when Kid pulls you with him, clearly heading back to his quarters with you in tow. With your heart thundering in your chest you feel lighter than air, hoping that your feet are able to keep up with his pace while your knees feel like they're moments away from giving out.

The moment the door shuts behind you two, palms are cupping your cheeks. You barely get a breath in before Kid's lips are pressed roughly to your own. He groans at the feeling of your lips on his, and you miss the bright pink flush of his cheeks as your eyes flutter closed.

A smile couldn't help but grace itself on you lips, your hands moving to tangle in his hair as you kiss him back. You feel his smirk in return as he nips lightly as your lips. Ever the brute, Eustass Kid was, but with the way his hands seemed to cradle you to him, it was easy to forgive his aggressive kissing tendencies.

"Fuck, I missed ya." Kid doesn't pull away until you're both out of breath. He moves to roughly remove his goggles, letting his hair fall in his face as his forehead rests on your own. "Wanted to do that since I first saw you again."

"Why didn't you?" Your teasing lilt makes Kid groan, stealing another chaste kiss before shaking his head. Standing to his full height, he dodges your question in favor of stripping down to his underwear and laying on the bed.

The deep red on the apples of his cheeks is all the answer you need, an infatuated giggle escaping your lips as you move to fall into bed with him, heart soaring at finally having your Captain back on board.

[wildheartsalwaysburn]

29) To Steal A Pirate's Treasure

Pairing: Law x fem!reader

Warnings: Cussing, violence, light angst

Word count: 4.3k

The night falls slowly upon the jungles of Zou, blue cold light of the crescent moon lighting up the deepest and darkest places of the forest's thicket. In midst, the Heart pirates and the Straw Hats gathered, to witness a fight that could turn out to be rather striking to observe.

It's Bepo and you against your Captain, who's head is worth 500 million Berry. Compared to him, your 100 million seem like a joke, a quite sinister farce, as you're about to attack the supernova, who never lets his focus waver a single second from you and the polar bear mink.

With a reverbing growl, the Vice Commander storms at his superior, seemingly getting the hang of his 'inner beast', not screaming like a silly martial arts icon this time. Even Law didn't expect him to be that fierce, however it won't faze him so easily, already calculating his first move. But where are you?

Just in a fraction of a second, he lost you out of sight already. "Shit.", he curses under his breath as he fends off Bepo's claws, aiming for his face. His blade deflects his Commander's attempt to rip him apart and manages to cast his 'Room' over the area.

Before Kikoku's edge can reach the white furred opponent with a full swing, two daggers block the powerful counter. Surprise widen the surgeon's eyes, as he sees you withstanding him with apparent ease. Bepo's giant paw holds out for Law's head. He is trapped, realising there's no other way than to withdraw himself by swapping places with a random leaf.

You and the mink now stand there, aware your Captain bailed the clinch he was left to deal with. He must be determining his next move, hiding somewhere up in the trees. Luffy cheers in excitement: "Go (Y/n) and bear! Kick Tora-o's ass!"

With a quickend breath, you turn to Bepo and instruct him to lead the surgeon of death to a certain spot beneath an enormous nutmeg tree. In acceptance, the polar bear nods subtly and keeps his guard up, scanning his surroundings with care.

Thus you jump up that tree you agreed to lure the Captain to and take a stand on a colossal branch, far up from the ground. Through squinting eyes, you hold out for a white hat, hovering through the lush green. Nothing.

Way down, you see your Vice Commander keeping a lookout. He sure is taking his sweet time. Then finally, you feel a gust of wind coming your way and a visible light blue slash shoots directly at you from across the clearing. Recognising the ability as 'Sterben', where his nodachi comes flying, rotating on it's own axis in dreadful speed, it aims alarmingly precise at your face. Preparing to catch this aerial attack, you redirect it's cut to the branch beneath your feet, threateningly close to be chopped down completely. Just like you wanted it to be.

Suddenly, another branch comes darting at you from the same direction, making you dodge that unexpected assault. Loosing your balance you fall down and manage to soothen the impact by a tuck and roll. Bepo yelps out in concern and kneels down next to you, asking for your well being. To calm the riled up mink down, you wave off that slip and reassure him with a soft smile, however determination is sparking in your e/c orbs: "He's targeting me. Be ready to divert his attention." - "Aye!"

Back on your feet, you stand out in the open, with the goal to attract the overly attentive supernova. Separated, you take a distance from your sparing partner and relax your muscles, ready to dodge the next awaiting move. Are you truly the Captain's goal? The crowd around you grows silent, hearing nothing except the wind rustling through the giants leafs above their heads. Zoro mutters lowly in uncertainty: "They're open like a book. He's going to tear them apart." - "(Y/n) seems to be a clever girl, perhaps she has an idea?"

Robin watches you closely, as your fingers glide along small containers attached to your belt. Sea water smoke bombs? What an interesting way to 'repel' devil fruit users, the jet black haired woman chuckles inwardly. Franky, out of impulsion, blasts a hyped up: "Ow! I can't stand the pressure you guys!"

Everybody turns their heads to the sudden noise from the metal tank man, posing in a ridiculously pompous pose. It takes you off guard and you catch yourself doing it to your misfortune, cursing through your gritted teeth: "Fuck". At this point, it's already too late. That instant your concentration faltered, the tall man stands behind you, notching his stretched out thumb into your sides, electrifying you to knock you out. Unfortunately, the hit lands perfectly and you land on all fours, energy completely drained from the volts numbing you to a certain extent.

Bepo comes storming at Law, intending to defend you, yet in vain. From below, earth in form of a pillar snares the rampaging bear's legs, stopping him in his tracks. Again, the surgeon faces you and holds your special smoke bomb in hand, victoriously smirking at you: "I'll be taking that."

The crew gasps in awe, seeing their Captain keeping up appearances, doing his thing as an impudent show off. Whoever was rooting for you, they don't even dare boo him, unless they want to be walking around headless that is.

An uncanny feeling spreads within you. Where is all that sudden power coming from? As if blown away, the incapacity no longer bothers you and you huff musedly: "Oh no you don't." Your eyes bore holes into the man scoffing to your assumed loss, however realisation hits him. Everything around you grows dark, all sounds swallowed into nothingness as your tunnel vision won't waver from Law, not once.

To his dismay, he is now the one, not able to move a single inch. Weakend, the Captain snickers, a smug lip curl appearing in his face. "There comes the wannabe empress again.", he mumbles amused, as you pull yourself together and snatch the bomb from his hand with a cutely hummed 'Thank you'.

And the crowd goes wild! This time, you managed to overwhelm a single person with your conqueror's haki. Astouned, the people around you cheer and fire you up. There is this trademark smirk again, to which you suspect only one thing. In a low voice he declares cheekily: "Sorry to disappoint, but I won't hold back, even for a pretty face like yours."

You really thought this was over? No chance. It takes more than that, to take down a powerhouse like him. Once more, the bomb slips out of your hand, swapped with a feeble leaf. In the open field, a boulder rises from the ground, hovering over the small devil fruit user's doom bomb to your fret. 'Takt' seals the deal and tons of stone bury the 'ability blocker' underneath the rock's weight.

Visibly annoyed, you let your shoulders sink and groan deeply: "Oh come on, Trafalgar! Must you always exaggerate? I worked on this for hours!" To his pleasure, Law rumbles delighted and apologises sarcastically, flashing you his most unbelievable 'regrettful' smile. That conceited little bastard.

There's no rest for the wicked, for the doctor has you in his sights again, a wave of assaults crashing upon you, as Kikoku's edge is close in cutting off your limbs in swift slashes. Your power to overwhelm an opponent is still too weak, or your Captain is just too strong? By all means, it is a given, that you'll have to work on your unique skill, with all you have.

Daggers are difficult to handle when it comes to defending yourself. Precision and a keen sense for prediction are the key to success. With a loud clash of metal, your weapons collide with the surgeon's blade. The strength in your arms slowly dwindling by every inch Law presses further against you: "I was expecting a pro conqueror's haki user. How dissapointing."

His taunts rob you your last excisting nerves. This man is asking for it. In focus, you stare deeply into his steel eyes, finding solace in the active rest, metal against metal gnashing at eachother to choose the ultimate winner in this sparing session. Obviously, there is no chance you'll be able to beat this overpowered monster of a man, yet you hold your pride dear, not wanting to give in so easily. Thus, a strange tingle crawls up your spine, feeling a rush of adrenaline curse through your veins.

It is beginning to familiarise, the power to bring your opponent to your knees, though it might be faint, you dare say it's enough to make the Captain stagger. The effect once more knocks the air out of Law's lungs, however he withstands the deluge, only loosing control for a few seconds, which will suffice with no question. You take the opportunity to tackle him, the surgeon topples to the ground, and you free yourself from close combat. "Don't get cocky, my dear Captain.", is what you coo at him in pure satisfaction to see him wrinkle his nose at you in a sour manner.

The people go crazy around you, everybody is either cheering or jubliantly yelling in amazement, watching you actually keeping the surgeon of death at bay. They know it's not for certain that you'll overcome his powers, but it is yet a glorious deed to incapacitate him, which is close to impossible to fullfill.

Before the disgruntled white hat can give you a piece of his mind, Bepo's furious roar interrupts his train of thought and gets grabbed by his collar: "Sorry Captain, but I can't let you attack (Y/n) again!" About to carry him over to the designated tree, Law has enough of being shoved around, using his trump card, nobody likes to refer to for it's eerie after taste.

The single word 'Shambles' escapes his lips and he lets his nodachi pierce through the air, animating his ability to do his bidding. Your heart fails for a moment and everything around you grows dizzy. Looking down, you see the doctor scruffed up in your white furred hand. Hold on. White fur? There is no way he had the audacity to exchange your heart with Bepo's.

In the background you hear your voice screaming in fret. Oh dear. It's as you feared. An orange overall covers your giant bear body and every step you take feels like a two hundred pound dumbell has been attached to your feet. Groaning in annoyance you let the black beady eyes squint at the visibly entertained supernova in your paw: "Was that really necessary?" - "Necessity isn't a factor here. This is only sheer enjoyment."

No matter how much you love this man, besides that caring behind all that cool demeanor, he is and remains a subtle brat. You haven't noticed how an animalistic growl leaves you in frustration, hearing that sassy comment from your Captain, to which he replies with an impudent sneer, still hanging in there in your claws.

"Bepo! My dagger!", you order your shivering to the core minken friend, who's stuck in your body, to throw your weapon at you. Without question, your Vice Commander is completely immobilised, yet to your luck, though to a close call, he managed to execute your urgent request. You on the other hand, have a goal, determined to follow your plan, you hold out for your trusty sparing partner. This is where the surgeon realised, you aren't bewildered at all by the sudden change of your new attained physique. Raising his brows in astonishment, he observes how you catch the tiny dagger in your clutches and let the blade aim at the Captain.

Barely breaking free from your stronghold, Law vanishes into thin air, leaving behind a dried up stick in your paw. Projectiles of pebbles shoot your way to compromise your vision, making it hard for you to detect where your opponent takes a stand and identify his next move. Beneath your feet appears a fast enlargening shadow, engulfing your whole bear frame in mere seconds. As you come to realise what is going on, a giant boulder falls in full speed right down at you, threatening to crush you to dust.

Not able to move, with the lack of agility in this body, you take the strength you can muster and let your fist crack the monsterous stone open, before it hits you. With a loud blow, the smashed pieces and earthen debris disperse and spread all over the ground. Seeing Law perfectly placed underneath the nutmeg tree, where you've set up a trap, you take off your dagger's heft with a short draw and let the chains flow out of the hollow shaft. Your weapon turns out to be a hidden Kyoketsu-shoge, the usage now becoming highly beneficial, giving you the opportunity to attack the Captain from a wide range.

This is your chance. In a swift throw, the blade flies through the lush greens, reaches the battered branch and hooks deeply into the thick tree bark. With hopes that this will actually work, you give it a firm tug and you hear the wooden splinters burst and snap, the weight of the tree's growth creaking as the surgeon's alerted gaze follows the recognisable sound above.

Perplexion reflects in the doctor's eyes. To be ground into mash, isn't exactly what he searches for in his endeavors, thus he splits the incoming tons of wood in half with a single slash with his 'Amputate' ability. Just before you can pull back your weapon, the white hatted man cuts down the chain, not granting you any further possibilites to fight except in close combat. It was then, where you admit your defeat to yourself grudgedly.

Sprinting to you in a flash, Kikoku aims horizontally at you, for Law initiated 'Injection Shot' to end this dragging training session. On your knees, you yell: "I give up!" Fortunately right on time, you see the nodachi's tip, dangerously close to pierce through your eye. The blade slides back into it's sheathe and gets swung over the Captain's shoulder. Out of breath, Law only stares down at you, which you pinpoint as a mixture of surprise and shock reaction.

Suddenly, you hear your voice screaming in agony. Bepo! The Captain and you run towards your feeble frame, lying on the ground, holding your head in seemingly pain: "Make it stop!" The way your body shivers and aches gives your current mink form goosebumps all over. "Captain! Change us back!" - "If I do that, it might end up in multiple hazards and-", his know-it-all blathering pisses you off and you practically implode at your superior, growling with an animalistic undertone.

The observants tread to the happening, trying to offer their help. Even the Straw Hats stepped closer, asking about the bear's, or technically your well being. "I don't want him to suffer! Do it! Now!", you roar at the surgeon to your full awareness, what is going. Bepo opens your eyes. The deep e/c orbs faded into complete white, an omnious glow emmiting towards your lashes like smoke wafting from it's source. "Law!", you bark, earning an annoyed grunt from the man, who is struggling to decide wether or not to follow your urgence or his own contemplation.

The world around you shifts once more and your heart sets out for a quick moment, as a familiar burn within your soul torments you from inside out. You are back to your true form. Whispers of your nightmare return in your mind, fogging up your senses. The will is a sin to gods' creations. It reverbs around you, fear strikes you deep and you supress the need to scream in horrification. Kneeling next to you, Law recalls this display of you spasming and squirming about.

Worried, his head shoots to his Vice Commander: "Are you alright, Bepo?" - "I- I think I am." The bear holds his head in confusion and Shachi and Penguin tend to him with utmost care, basically interrogating the poor mink.

The surgeon's hand glides over your cheek and rests on your forehead. "She's burning up.", he mumbles softly, only for him to hear. Flinching to an unintelligible set of words coming from you, echoing in his ears, he turns to you to aknowledge it clearer: "The will must be eradicated." The abnormality in your voice sends pins and needles over his skin. It's as if you are possessed by an evil spirit. Everybody encircling the area stays silent, reacting to the uncanny scene infront of them with blood freezing in their veins.

In utter disturbance, the Captain calls out to you, while gently shaking your shoulders: "(Y/n)-ya! Wake up!" The flickering in your suffering doe eyes tells him you are still with him. He hears your voice screaming his name, like the time you were turned into that bestial wolf form. The uncertainty scares the surgeon of death beyond belief.

A certain rubber boy squeezes himself through the crowd, in order to get closer to you. Luffy isn't sure himself, but something tells him, he is able to help: "Tora-o, let me do it." - "How are you going to be of any-" Ignoring his ally's presumptions, the Straw Hat places his gentle palm on your head. You feel - at ease. The anguish diffuses, the pain falters and it leaves you in exhaustion, yet the fever remains. Law is visibly relieved and disgruntled at the same time, by the fact that the naive boy holds an intimate moment with you. Nevertheless, it seemed to work.

Thoughts race in your head, as the knowledgable tone recoils: "Sister of the sun. Find solace in your brother's light." Brother's light? Luffy's kind windows to the soul watch you carefully, a concentrated frown spreading over his usually cheerful face. Narrowing down at you, his smile returns upon realisation you are back to your senses and he chuckles: "Don't scare us like that. I think Tora-o still needs you, Okami!" - "C-Cut it out, Straw Hat-ya!"

Tristan rushes up to the gathering, pressing herself through to see the ruckus' source. "What happend? Oh dear, (Y/n)!", fear crawls up the poor squirrel mink's spine, as her gaze lands on you. Law asks her to get Chopper, he will need back up, if things turn more grave. All pride aside, there is nothing in this world holding him back from keeping you safe and sound.

Your eyelids grow heavy, as you see the last picture before you, poor Bepo, the Straw Hats and Law observing you in worry, holding on to you. The heat in your body knocking your strength out completely, giving in to the fatigue. Last thing you hear is your love's concerned voice, muttering: "We need paracetamol as soon as possible, her fever is far from sinking."

Not taking notice in the happenings around you, chaos breaking loose in panic for your health, your weary gaze focuses on your Captain.

With difficulty, you mumble on and about, not even comprehending yourself in delirium what escapes your lips. One thing keeps you going, and that is the man's mellow steel eyes, his stern face, that only you know can turn as soft as a gentle breeze. You swear you can hear him talk to you, his deep and soothing voice calming you down, as you stare into the grey storm. Nobody seems to really mind what you said, the doctor's face however flushed up in all shades of red after hearing your ramblings. The hat being his only 'escape' option.

Then, the lights go out. The exhaustion got the better of you.

"Look at this poor angel's face! She looks so peaceful asleep!" - "Back off, shitty cook! We're not supposed to be here anyway.", you hear the echoes reverberate in your mind. Slowly, your sore lids crack open, letting you see what idles before you. A tall blonde and a sturdy green hair discuss and blabber about something you decide to not overhear. It is simply too much for your aching head to handle. The only comfort brought to you is the flickering flames of the campfire near you, it's cracking sound almost tempting you back to sleep.

Out of nowhere, a noisy little reindeer comes flailing it's tiny hooves at the two grown men, shooing them away like a flock of unwanted doves on city streets. Sighing in disbelief, Chopper faces you, noticing your waking: "Oh (Y/n), you're awake! How are you feeling?" - "Actually, I feel like shit. My head is killing me."

Hopping over to you with small tip taps of his hooves, he huddles up next to you and takes your temperature. Relief loosens his furrowed eyebrows, for your fever has gone down fortunately. "I recommend you to go back to sleep, it's been a long day. Oh, but before you do!", considerately handing over a glas of water, you gratefully accept it and let the cool liquid clench your thirst, the dryness in your throat fading.

Again, you find peace in the surrounding ambience of the crickets' chirps and the fire's snaps and your breath begins to even, falling into deep slumber. The little doctor simpers in delight, reassured you are alright.

The air grew colder around you and the blanket you've been tucked into, slid off your now shivering body. Still too weak you try to grab the fabric's hem to pull up your shield of warmth, sighing in discomfort to your failing. Where you come to a point of just accepting your 'cool' fate, a sudden rustling of the cloth being slipped back over you, makes you jolt. A pleasant warmth cups your cheek in reassurance, signalising you not to fret. You can't detect anything in the darkness, only touch, smell and hearing being your only reliable senses, telling you exactly who engulfs you with his tender embrace.

Humming satisfied, you lean against his palm: "My heart." You hear a lightly amused huff, coming from beside you. The slender fingers glide along your jaw, the thumb lazily circling your lower lip. "I heard your fever went down.", the doctor states with an assured tone in a calm whisper, seemingly at ease. Replying with a simple nod, you already yearn for more of his sensual touches in your sleep drunkness.

The Captain inches closer to your bedroll, but scans your vitals with his ability beforehand, confirming your steady recovery. No anomalies whatsoever, just the increased temperature, not too high of a concern in regards to that. He watches your chest heave in a ragged manner, preceiving your energy as still remaining completely spent. The words that left you, as you layed there, collapsed on the ground, let his neck hair stand on end. You mentioned the will. Eradication.

Are the guardians designed to kill - people carrying the D in their name? It dawns on him. This turns out to be even more difficult than Law thought it would be in the first place. If his provisional theory is correct, the chances are you'll attempt to take his life in your uncontrolled beast state. However, only if you wear that cursed moonstone around your neck. What is more opposing, is the fact you reacted under mythical influence, though without bearing the pendant. He saw your struggle and it nearly tore him apart, the suffering was clearly unbearable for you to take. If it weren't for Luffy, death might have stood around the corner.

His brows furrow in discontent. Whatever kind of deity controls your soul like this, is not a benevolent spirit, that, Law is certain of. More research is bound to fill up his schedule in the coming future. Nothing will withhold his decision of keeping you as his. There is yet so much he has to tell you, so much he wants to experience with you. Sailing the seas as pirates, exploring the unknown lands as pioneers and conquer what you deem fit to claim. The world is nothing but a broken society, in need of expulsion of those, who dare to murder the peace, the freedom.

Together with the Straw Hats, Law just knows there is a fleeting possibility to change the world, make it a better place. And he wants you by his side along the process. The love he cherishes for you, resembles to a feeling he held dear towards a long lost man he adored. Corazon. He was a friend, who saved his life from inner conflicts, before manifesting into Doflamingo's possible vessel. He was a father, who gave him the first taste of unconditional love, the freedom to live and thrive.

It was only recently, for Law understood that love doesn't need a reason, after an unadmittedly heartfelt discussion with his grandfather Sengoku at Dressrosa. The 'D' poses a general threat, not only to others, nonetheless to himself as well. A sealed book with only it's cover for everybody to read 'the will', no plot to be deciphered. The mystery gnaws on the Captain's mind for days on end. Though he thought, that his secret name was the reason for Corazon's sacrifice, it turned out to be quite the contrary, proven through the clumsy blonde's kind words and actions.

Again, Law finds himself in a twist with his name and a person he admires. There you lie next to him, your breath loud and even, deep in slumber. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear to see your innocent face, he can't help but lean down and plant a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering lowly: "My heart."

If a god or higher being decides to stand in his way, he swears by his name, that hellfire shall rain, until the last opponent's drop of blood has been spent. As long as he lives, no one will harm his loved ones. No one will dare to touch his treasure.

[wildheartsalwaysburn]

KIDD; doing his shaving for him

warning/s: all fluff!, gn!reader, kidd being cheeky

of course, kidd refuses to have facial hair

so when a stubble grows out or the roots start budding, he'd opt to start shaving

you were curious when you two first got together, why his beard never grows out

so you one day peeked inside the bathroom to see him shave

you see him so focused, eyes directed at the mirror where he meticulously cleaned off the remaining soap with a razor blade

yes he uses a razor blade, not a razor

he's so skillful about it tho it's hot

seeing him so focused makes you twirl your hair and bite your lip, smiling like an idiot because why is he so attractive?

his brows furrowed as he attempts to symmetrically clean off the foam

"what're you peekin' for, munchkin face?" he'd raise a brow, side eyeing you but is still steadily cleaning off half of the soap on his jaw

you'd reply, "anyone ever told you you're soooo handsome?" swooning like a princess

he'd break out a grin, his smile making him stop his routine to get a hold of himself

"fuck outta here, you flirt." he'd say that through gritted teeth but he's definitely smiling

but of course, that was code for keep going

and so you did keep on making side comments about how attractive he is until he finished

so the next time he does shave, he'd let you do it

he hands you the blade and says, "cmon, since you love seein me all dolled up."

you'd be scared at first, since it's a blade and you might end up hurting or scaring him

but he replied, "scar me? go ahead, bet it'd make me look sexier, aye?"

you'd sigh in defeat but deep inside, you really wanna do try it

so you sat yourself up on the sink, opened up your legs and arms and gestured for him to go in between

he'd put his arms on your side, at the sink's surface to get closer to you

this time, you were in the same height as him

he'd smile cheekily when your faces get close and it'd end up as an exchange of fits of laughter

you first grab the foamy soap, applying some on your hands and spreading it on his lower cheeks to his jaw and chin

you'd revel on how cute he looks with all the soap fluffing up his face

you'd rub his cheeks with your thumbs, making funny figures and laughing at how goofy he looks

"ready? don't go bleedin' my face off." he'd taunt you as you raise up the blade

you'd ignore him and went right on, carefully sliding the blade across his snowy skin

you'd be sooo focused, brows furrowing, lips pressing together cuz you don't want to go too deep and scar him!

but he on the other hand was downright eating you up with those damn eyes

amber orbs admiring every pore and detail of your face as a smile seemingly makes it way to his lips and you proceed to nag him to keep still: how your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how your irises move in a gradual up and down motion each time you move on to another portion, how your tongue peeks out from time to time when you get too into it, how your nose sometimes scrunch when you feel like you're gonna fuck up, how you tilt your head a bit when he moves a bit too much and the touch of your fingers sends his heart in a chase

you're gonna feel it and start growing red

you'd take a minute but he still admires how you blush over it

you'd fan yourself and he ends up laughing

but when you get back on track, boy does he not stop staring you down

he'd hit you back with the, "anyone ever told you you're so damn attractive?" gazing down as you hide your face

the entire time, you'd continue on your task while trying to regulate your heart and cheeks

once you finish and let him wash up, he'd playfully inspect your craft but praise you afterward

"pretty decent for a blushin' mess like you."

ever since then, he'd call on you to shave for him, insisting you have to be the one to do it for him

aaaaah idk why but a man shaving looks so attractive 🥺

[wildheartsalwaysburn]

Heya!

I wanted to ask if you could write some TrafLaw x fem!reader but she reminds him of Corazon (the way she acts, dresses and smokes her cigs)? At first he doesn’t know what to think/feel/do due to his past, but eventually he falls for her?🌸✨

That would be amazing since I really like your work and story telling ~🙏🏻💙

Thank you!!🫶🏻

Hey, absolutely!! Thank-you so much for requesting from me, it means a lot!

[heads up!: cigarette use, afab reader]

Law doesn’t believe in reincarnation. It’s too romantic of a notion, too hopeful to think that people can come back just because they’ve loved and been loved enough. And even if such things were possible with concrete proof, he doubts the universe would be so kind as to allow him something like that. 

And yet. 

You aren’t Corazon. He knows that – Corazon died years ago, a lifetime ago. If he thinks about it too long, he can still taste the gunpowder and smoke, feel the chill in his bones. He doesn’t believe in reincarnation, but there must be some kind of cosmic interference at play, comedy for how much of Cora he sees in you. 

And wishes he didn’t. 

At first, the similarities are coincidental. You like to smoke, just like him – a horrible habit when it comes to your health, but all he can do is keep reminding you, watching as you snuff it out with a sheepish grin when his gaze lingers too long. There’s the way you dress, too – again, not something specific to Corazon and Corazon alone, but it’s a little eerie that you have the same taste in fashion. (And then, the fact that Cora had been male, and you are not.)

It’s a lot of little things, too. The way you smile, the easy way that you interact with the crew – before you, Law had allowed himself to sometimes daydream about what it would’ve been like to have Cora here too. Lanky, clumsy, wonderful Cora. 

On days where the coincidental similarities are too much, he considers making you leave. You’re too much ㅡ too much like the man who'd fought to extend his borrowed time, let him steal too much of it at his expense. 

That wouldn't be fair to you, though. You don't know, you couldn't ㅡ because he asks you. If maybe, somehow, you'd once run into him.

"Nah," you answer when he asks, playing with your lighter. "Think I'd remember if I had. But this guy ㅡ Corazon, you said?” He watches the plush of your lips around your cigarette, the practiced flick of your finger against the lighter as you bring it up. He listens to it click, watches as you inhale, then exhale. “I think he’s proud of you, Captain. Proud that you didn’t let his efforts go to waste. That you’ve become someone worthy of following without being cruel.��� 

Law wants to hate you, at that moment. Childish fury, irritation because you don’t know Cora, how dare you try to speak for him and try to say how he must feel? But you mean well, there’s no malicious intention with your words. So he bites back the instinctual vitriol, patches up that wound that never seems to heal.

He thinks he’s done well to keep his comparisons to himself outside of that conversation, but maybe he hasn’t – because somewhere down the line, he lets up. Lowers his guard just a little at a time, lets you in step by step. Uncharted waters that he treads oh-so-carefully – unexpected, but not wholly unwanted. 

“I’m not Corazon, Law.” Your tone is soft, an undercurrent of something that makes him look up from where he’d been studying and over at you. You’re tucked at the corner of his bed, jacket draped around your shoulders (black, just like his, but without the thick carpet of feathers). “You know that, right?”

He’s not sure where you’re going with this. “Of course I do,” he responds. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitate, attention drifting over his room. Everything has a place, of course, but there’s just enough disarray to be comforting. The papers stacked on every available surface of his desk, the books stacked precariously at the corner, bookmarked and worn thin by the repeated drag of fingers over text – all of it comes together in a way that’s unmistakably Law. 

You love it, love him – and while Law has yet to let something that vulnerable slip from his lips, the fact that he allows you to coexist here with him, outside the role of Captain and subordinate, is more than enough. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answer when he prompts with a call of your name, “I just…I wanted to make sure that you knew.” Anxiety makes your fingers twitch with the needed habit of a cigarette to soothe your nerves, but you don’t reach for one. You won’t smoke in here (and idly, you wonder if Law’s noticed the sharp decrease in that habit as a whole), and force yourself to meet his gaze. “I just don’t want this to be because I resemble him.” 

The fear that he’s only allowing you this close because you remind him of his savior has lurked for a while now and while you’re usually good at quieting it yourself, you need him to confirm that his feelings exist outside of the parallels that border on uncanny. 

Law is silent, staring at you until you look away, and his chest aches. He gets it, why you’d worry that he feels the way he does only for the idea of keeping whatever little mementos of Cora he finds as close as he can. That wouldn’t be fair to you, would be unspeakably cruel – and while he’s awkward with intimate emotion, that’s not something he’d ever do. 

“I know that you’re not him,” he begins, tone soft as he moves to sit next to you. “For one, you’re not as clumsy as he was. Nor do you have the knack for being on fire, which I’m grateful for.” He means for it to be in jest, but you still won’t look at him. He hesitates, then reaches for your hand. “I don’t like you because you look and act like Cora, [Name].” 

You move to pull your hand away, but his fingers slot through yours and curl so that you can’t, keeping you anchored to him. “It’s rude to try and leave when someone’s talking. Please listen.”

After a moment, your fingers curl around his. “Okay.” 

“Cora meant everything to me. He tried so hard to find a doctor who would treat me and when he couldn’t, he risked his own life to steal the ope-ope fruit so I could find a cure myself.” It hurts, prodding at that years old injury, the silent fear that he’d never live up to Cora’s expectations, make his sacrifice worth it. Some days, he still feels like the frightened, helpless child he’d once been. “But you…you aren’t him. You’re your own person, and I think it’d be incredibly unfair to pursue a relationship with you because of something as shallow as coincidental similarities.”

Finally, you turn back towards him. “So you like me–”

“Because you’re you,” he states firmly. “I know that I’m not the best at expressing things like this.” Too afraid to voice it out loud, for fear that it’ll jinx you, set you up for being taken from him. “I want you to stay with me, please. I want this to work.”

You could reject him. Untangle your hand from his, pull away entirely, go back to before – or leave entirely. But you don’t. Instead, you tighten your grip on his hand just a little more, let yourself lean over, head on his shoulder. Law stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, tips his head to rest against yours. 

“I love you,” you say, and Law doesn’t say it back – not yet, but he doesn’t have to. For now, this – the warmth of his body next to yours, the slight shift to press his lips to your hair – is more than enough.