captain Eagle

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Plot: Inspired by this post.

Pairings: GN Reader x Shanks/Law

Shanks

The room had gone cold sometime in the night.

You noticed it only because Shanks was warm

His was pressed against your back, one heavy arm around your waist. His breath moved slow against the back of your neck. In. Out. In again.

Law only uses his boy brain when he's extremely sleep deprived and when you've reached level 1000 of trust with him

He's the cold, aloof, strategist and serious captain just until you invade his office to check on him

Which would go exactly like:

"Hey, my sleep deprived handsome. A birdie told me you've been awake for 65 hours now" you said, walking in behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders as he sat on his chair

There are four rules that come with falling for your best friend’s sister, on the contrary here’s four ways you can easily fail them.

𝓬haracters: Sanji, Koby, Law, Sabo.

༯ 2k+ wc each / bit suggestive / fem reader / confessions / first kiss / one shots.

AN: sanji isn’t rlly Zoro’s bsf but lie with me, thank you…!! Took me so long to finish this because all of my finals were this week, but it was nice to take my time with it.

rule number ONE, you can’t fall in love back. ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

“Who the hell is Mosshead even supposed to talk to?” Sanji muttered, balancing a tray of food in one hand as he wandered through the crowded streets of the island. Honestly, he was more concerned about whether the swordsman could find his way back to the ship than hold a conversation with anyone.

Luffy perked up from where he was sitting, legs dangling as he happily chewed on meat. “Probably his sister.”

Sanji nearly stumbled over his own shoe. His head snapped toward the captain so fast his neck hurt. “His what?”

“His sister,” Luffy repeated around another bite.

He was still grinning happily until a shadow fell over him. Nami scolded him as she grabbed dragged Luffy by the sleeve toward a nearby row of shops.

The two disappeared into the crowd before Sanji could ask another question. He stood there for a moment, blinking as he set down the plate of food.

Zoro had a sister? How in the hell had nobody mentioned that before?

Not that Sanji could complain too much. Everyone on the crew had things they kept to themselves. Still, that felt like very important information.

The thought lingered in the back of his mind as he and Chopper spent the next few hours gathering supplies. The reindeer focused on medical necessities while Sanji hunted down ingredients for the kitchen.

Everything was casual until he passed a sword shop. The rhythmic sound of steel being sharpened echoed through the open doorway. Sanji would’ve ignored it entirely if a flash of movement inside hadn’t caught his attention.

Then he saw you, a pretty woman behind the counter. There was no way he could ignore it despite Chopper’s protest.

His posture immediately straightened once he stepped in. A practiced smile slipped onto his face as naturally as breathing, one hand finding its way into his pocket. “Looks like this island’s got something worth admiring after all, hello beautiful—”

The line died halfway through. Not because you interrupted him, intentionally at least, all you did was laugh after all. But it was his heart that automatically began to ache in a way it hasn’t before when he listened.

It was a genuine one, directed at an older customer before you turned your attention toward him. The smile lingered on your face as you walked over.

For a second, Sanji completely forgot what he’d been saying.

“Welcome to the shop,” you said with a grin, head tilting slightly. “Looking for anything in particular?”

Before he could answer, you’d already grabbed a blade from the display rack and offered it to him. Sanji blinked when it was in his hand.

“Oh.. Uh.” His eyes drifted to your face again, a heat raising to his face. There was something familiar about you, uncomfortably familiar. He tried not to think about it.

“You okay?” you asked.

“I.. yes. Perfectly okay.” He nodded pathetically, trying to seem genuinely interested in the sharpness of the blade. “Your hands are talented, expected from a beautiful lady.”

You raised an eyebrow, it was obvious you didn’t believe him. “Right.” You murmured, the smile tugging at your lips made his chest do something deeply inconvenient. “But, thank you.”

For once, he wasn’t trying to think of another compliment. He was trying to think of literally anything to say at all.

“There you are!”

Sanji swears he let out an agonizing groan. The familiar shout nearly made him jump out of his skin. Zoro was marching down the street, waving an arm overhead despite being impossible to miss in the first place.

Your entire expression brightened, while his frowned sharply.

“Zoro!?”

“Stupid Marimo.”

You turned to face Sanji, he looked at you with an equal amount of shock. You managed to speak first, “You know my brother?”

Sanji didn’t have time to respond, but it didn’t take long to realize he did the second Zoro caught up, a mixture of friendly familiarity and also hatred. But the attention slowly went back to the new found sibling.

He watched the exchange you guys had in stunned silence. This wasn’t just some beautiful stranger he was genuinely drawn to, it was Zoro’s sister. And he didn’t feel as bad he should’ve about it.

The rest of the conversation became a blur. Sanji couldn’t focus on a single thing being said whenever you spoke. The only sentence that actually registered was the one that mattered. You were coming with them to Water 7.

And judging by the stupid grin he couldn’t get off his face, Sanji knew that was about to become the best voyage of his life.

—

The trip to Water 7 taught you a few things, one of them was that Sanji was confusing.

Zoro already sent you many warnings the second you came on board, a lot of it coming from spite. And like your brother, you began sharing a similar dislike for Sanji.

At first, you assumed he treated you the same way he treated every woman. You’d seen him around Nami and Robin often enough. The occasional collapse onto the deck whenever either woman acknowledged his existence.

It was ridiculous.. a little entertaining, but ridiculous.

So when he immediately volunteered to carry your bags, pulled out your chair at meals, and somehow appeared whenever you needed help with something, you brushed it off as part of the package.

That was just Sanji, it was annoyingly sweet.

You didn’t notice how he treated you differently, how he stayed longer because he wanted to listen, the gestures that weren’t coming from chivalry, but rather his need to be near you. He never made a big deal out of it either.

But it made you want to avoid him, desperately even. Sanji did not particularly care about your brother’s opinion, but you certainly did. And even a small part of you knew the cook could tell your actions were close to disdain.

Either he didn’t care about the fact you didn’t like him, or he couldn’t let you go.

The first time you noticed something was different happened entirely by accident. You’d wandered into the kitchen looking for a snack, Sanji was preparing lunch, sleeves rolled up and cigarette balanced between his lips.

For a moment, you almost considered walking out. It’s not like you assumed he wouldn’t be here, but you didn’t want to too cordial before you left. It would be hard leaving after making an attachment.

And maybe it was also because it was him.

“Need something?” he asked, glancing over with a soft smile.

You leaned against the doorway before deciding to just fully stepping inside. “Looking around.”

“Just be careful.” His hand immediately reached toward a shelf. “Wouldn’t want a lovely lady getting injured.”

You blinked, slowly letting out a humorless laugh. “Of what?”

“The knife rack.” He hummed, a little bit more silent than usual.

You followed his gaze, noticing the blade you’d given him at the shop rested neatly above his workstation. It was displayed within arm’s reach, the metal practically gleamed. It was your work in his kitchen.

Your stomach did a strange little flip, slowly walking closer with a hand on the edge of the counter. This was the longest you’ve been willingly near him already.

“You kept it.” You stated, you hoped you looked as calm as you imaged yourself to be right now.

Sanji looked confused at first, a bit baffled before breaking out into quiet laughter. “Of course I kept it.”

“As decoration?” You murmured, eyes narrowing.

“Absolutely not.” He sounded genuinely offended, sticking the cigarette onto a tray. Crossing the kitchen, he lifted the blade from its place. He was close to you, a finger almost touching yours. “It’s made by you.”

The knife spun effortlessly between his fingers before settling back into his palm. “And it’s reliable. I can’t possibly have something you’ve put hard work into as just a display.”

For a second, you couldn’t speak. Eyes flickering from his fingers to his face, almost reaching out before a noise outside brought you back.

“I’m glad you’re using it.” You said silently, a bit flustered from the declaration. “As well as taking care of it.”

Sanji glanced down at the blade before looking back at you. “You gave it to me.” He murmured, sharing a smile of warmth. “It deserves the same amount of love I have for you.”

The answer came so naturally that neither of you seemed prepared for it. Of course he’s said things similar, but this felt different. So different. For a moment the kitchen felt strangely quiet. Then Sanji cleared his throat and turned back toward the stove, offering to make you something.

For the first time, you accepted the offer.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about it, or rather him. You never expected to start growing a fondness for the cook.. which was an understatement with how much you’ve been staring at his hands.

He treasured a knife you’d handed him after knowing you for less than ten minutes, and it made you a sucker. It wasn’t a fast change, but definitely one that made him oddly breathtaking.

The look on his face whenever you smiled suggested he might’ve fallen first, and you fell second in that race.

Your own brother didn’t notice how quickly your opinion changed on Sanji until it was just you two on the boat. You guys made a clean stop at the island you desired, but stayed behind with Zoro as he kept watch.

Subtly hinting you weren’t as eager as you were before to leave.

Your fingers tapped against the wood next to his sleeping position. “The cook is cute.” You said suddenly, pushing yourself back with a knowing look. “I might’ve just fallen for him.”

Brown eyes stared back at you in pure disgust, a little bit of shock as well. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He made a baffled noise, falling deeper into his sleeping position. “Just tell me if he does anything.” He grunted reluctantly, knowing nothing he could say would convince you.

rule number TWO, don’t get caught by the brother. ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

Koby wants to say he was drawn to you a lot quicker than he would like to admit. You were already grabbing his hand, biggest glint in your eyes just from the things you’ve heard about him. At the time, you’d just been a person he’d heard about through stories or complaints.

There was a pause before you let go of his hand after a casual shake. It only lasted a second, maybe less. But it was enough for him to realize you were still holding his hand. The thought hit him so suddenly that he nearly let go on instinct, but instead he slowly pulled back with fingers tracing yours.

“It’s.. it’s nice to meet you too.” He murmured, straightened himself immediately.

Suddenly you pointed at him so quickly you nearly lost your balance, the sudden enthusiasm caught him off guard. “Sorry, I just can’t believe I’m seeing you.” You said a bit sheepishly, “You’re much cuter in person.”

But before he could respond you were already getting hugged by your teary eyed brother, also known as his closest friend, Helmeppo.

Koby mentally buried his face in his hands, there’s rules about liking his bestfriends younger sister, right? There should be, because he feels extremely guilty about it right now.

And judging by the suspicious look Helmeppo was now giving him, Koby knew he was turning red. Fast. Very, very fast.

The following weeks were easier, at least in his definition. His responsibilities as a marine hadn't changed. His days were packed from sunrise to long after dark. By all accounts, he should have been far too busy to spend time thinking about a single person.

Of course, he wasn’t. That realization became even worse when he found out you would be joining the same ship for a few months.

You joined training exercises with his unit. Ate lunch with them. Somehow became part of the routine so naturally that Koby couldn’t remember when it started. If anything, he didn’t mind it. The problem was that every single time you talked or smiled at him, it felt catastrophically unfair.

Still, he plays it cool to his best ability. Koby doesn’t treat you any different, keeping up with the harmless things. Like inside jokes, lingering conversations, the stuff he could handle.

One evening after training, the two of you remained on deck long after everyone else had gone below. You sat beside the railing with your legs dangling over the edge while Koby leaned nearby. He warned you it was dangerous, but you were stubborn.

The conversation drifted from stories, then to embarrassing memories then, to absolutely nothing important at all. At one point you laughed so hard you nearly lost your balance.

Instinctively, Koby reached forward for you, his hand caught yours with a sense of urgency. His face frowned subtly, holding his breath while you stared back at him.

The movement happened so naturally neither of you reacted immediately. His fingers wrapped around yours, something he was too scared to do the first time. Yours tightened back. For a second, neither of you moved from the spot.

Koby could feel the warmth of your hand, could feel your pulse. Could feel his own heartbeat becoming dangerously loud.

Any sort of laughter faded, silence taking up audible noise. Restraint felt far more difficult than it ever had before. You both pulled away at exactly the same time.

The rest of the conversation was significantly more awkward, Neither of you mentioned it, or could even forget it

Koby certainly couldn’t.

The memory followed him for days afterward, replaying itself at the worst possible moments.

It only pushed him farther from you. He thought it was too complicated, that it was fair to put a good making of distance. You heavily thought otherwise.

Just months of feelings sitting quietly, two people who had finally run out of reasons to ignore them, built up to this moment.

“Koby.”

His throat felt dry, a little strained at the current moment. “Yeah?”

The tension got worse during training, and unfortunately for Koby, you loved close combat exercises during private practice. Meaning you were constantly within arm’s reach, always.. touching.

This afternoon you had him pinned against the ground, your legs straddled around his waist. He could feel his breath hitch at every movement, unnecessary heat building up. Everything felt way too tedious.

Your forearm pressed lightly against his shoulder as you held him down. “You gave up way too easily.”

Koby’s brain stopped functioning, thoughts tripping over each other as he tried to find something, anything, that sounded normal. The worst part wasn’t even the position, it was you, close enough that he could barely think straight.

“Y-You’ve gotten better…?” He stuttered, tried and failed to get up from your hold. And in an extremely quiet voice, mistaken for the shuffling. “You’re too close.”

You sadly didn’t hear that one.

“You’re a liar.” You leaned down, a cheeky grin forming before it slowly faltered. His expression softened at the shift, it took a few second for panic to settle.

You didn’t do well knowing a guy you thought had interest in you to start to distance himself. “Koby, have you been avoiding me?” You murmured, hesitant. “—Sorry, just.. I don’t want to assume.”

That hit very close to him.

Koby opened his mouth, then shut it again, words falling apart before they could form anything useful. What came out instead was a mess of half excuses and strained syllables, his gaze flickering away like he couldn’t quite hold yours anymore.

Your expression dropped into something a little like disappointed, and you eased off him, standing up. You were already turning toward the door, accepting it.

But before you could reach it, his hand shot out and caught yours again— firm this time, finally forcing himself to stay in the moment. When you turned back, he looked overwhelmed, flushed, but more certain than before. “Don’t go.” he said, voice cracking slightly before he forced it down.

He had an expression that showed multiple ways of saying please, something you didn’t know was possible. Koby swallowed hard before he began to confess everything, the truth, a real feeling he hasn’t been able to ignore.

For a second, everything went still. It wasn’t until he saw your subtle smile did he realize how easy this should’ve been. He closed the gap, pulling you into a tight almost clumsy hug. It was cute, really cute. His arms held on a little longer than necessary, tension finally breaking as he exhaled.

You laughed softly into his neck, your own arms crossing over his shoulder. His grip loosened just enough for him to tilt his head down, brushing a few shy, lingering kisses along your cheek and temple, still flustered.

The door creaked open.

You both froze instantly.

Standing there was Helmeppo, mid step, clearly looking for you— his sister, and now staring at the exact scene of you and Koby caught in a too intimate pause that neither of you had properly recovered from yet. Koby’s face went fully red, arms still half raised like he wasn’t sure whether to let go of you.

“Uh.. ahm.” he started, voice immediately betraying him, he could hear you let out a suppressed gasp.

Helmeppo blinked. Slowly, his gaze shifted from Koby to you, then back again, “Are you.. and my sister—?”

Koby took a sharp step back from you like he’d been burned. “It’s not what it looks like—”

Helmeppo cut him off immediately. “It looks like my sister is in your arms!”

…yea.

Helmeppo exhaled through his nose, expression flattening into something dangerously calm. And judging by the way you couldn’t even look at him, you havn’t told him anything.

Then instantly, that weird silence turned into his subtle whines. “Koby, how dare you not tell me first!”

“I’m sorry— wait what?”

rule number THREE, don’t give special treatment ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

Law’s first impression of you had been simple, a stray cat.

Not because you were troublesome, or particularly difficult to deal with. It was mostly because you appeared out of the north blue.

You were Penguin’s younger sibling, which wasn’t as surprising as it should’ve been. That was because he already met you once or twice as kids, it was inevitable. Now though, you were nineteen and standing directly in front of him, no longer that same twelve year old.

A few years passed quickly after that, you quickly eased into the group in that time. And somewhere during those years, Law became painfully aware of something that everyone else had figured out long before him.

You liked him.

You genuinely liked him, and it was embarrassing enough for you already.

He hoped it would fade. Especially crushes on people like him, you deserved that much. A chance to move on and find someone easier to love than him. The unfortunate part was that you seemed determined to do neither, or at least let him believe that you would.

Truthfully, he understood it more than he cared to admit. Penguin, by your own repeated admission, had been an absolute ass growing up. Law had lost count of the stories you had the chance to tell. To a younger version of you, seeing someone actually knock sense into your brother had probably seemed heroic.

It was funny to see, but still heroic.

Meanwhile, you had accepted your fate of love with surprising grace.

Law didn’t like you back. With how concrete he is with his emotions, it wasn’t hard to catch on. He didn’t say anything, so you assumed he was avoiding that uncomfortable conversation. It was hard sometimes, tedious. But it didn’t get in the way of being apart of the crew.

It’s not like you wanted something so unrequited, you just had to live with it, or better yet move on.

At least, that was what both of you believed until a month ago. Or rather what Law believed about himself on his feelings for you.

Law still hated thinking about it, mostly because it made absolutely no sense.

The crew had docked at a port town after two weeks under and on sea, the crew needed some land. Everyone scattered almost immediately, eager to enjoy solid ground for a change despite being used to the environment.

You had disappeared for less than an hour before returning soaked from head to toe, your hair still extremely damp.

Apparently the outfits became unbelievably stuffy for you. You had decided that after weeks inside a submarine, swimming sounded like the greatest idea imaginable, a little bit of freedom to change out of it.

Law hadn’t cared what you did as long as someone kept an eye on you, and thankfully Bepo had volunteered.

That should’ve been it.

What Law hadn’t anticipated was you marching directly toward him afterward. You were shivering hard enough that your teeth nearly clicked together, a little bit embarrassed yourself going up to your captain in a bathing suit and still wet.

Despite that, you still managed to smile. “Where are the towels at again?” You murmured, gaze avoiding his. “Bepo took mine.”

It was a simple question, completely harmless for you guys.

Yet somehow his mind went blank. For one horribly long second, all he could think about was how different you looked outside the usual white jumpsuit.

He felt like a total creep with how long it took him to grab you one.

After that day, things became inconvenient. Because suddenly he noticed everything, your laugh, the way your eyes lit up whenever someone praised you, when you absentmindedly leaned against nearby surfaces whenever you were tired.

But he could ignore that, he was good at letting it go.

The current situation still felt like torture though.

Medical training days were supposed to be straightforward, it was a good educational practice every month or so to maintain good nursing skills in case anything goes bad.

Unfortunately for him, it did not do as intended when you were currently leaning over him with a stethoscope.

“Move the diaphragm higher.” Law kept his voice level fairly firm, forcing his attention onto the lesson instead of your proximity. “It was better than the first attempt.”

You nodded immediately, following his advice, ompletely unaware of the effect you were having on him. The stethoscope shifted slightly against his thin shirt

Your brow furrowed as you concentrated, slowly relaxing when you heard the thumps better.

“It’s a lot louder.” You laughed softly, clearly fascinated by the sound.

Law nearly closed his eyes.

Because yes, it was loud, far louder than normal. Every beat seemed to echo inside his chest. He could practically feel the traitorous thing trying to expose him.

Still, you remained oblivious. If anything you made it worse by leaning closer. Trying to do exactly what he had taught you.

Your eyes widened. You instinctively pulled away far enough to look at him. “It’s getting a lot faster. Is that normal for you—?”

Before you could finish, Law caught your wrist and pushed the equipment slightly back. The contact startled both of you.

“Completely normal,” he answered immediately. It was a lie, a terrible lie. His pulse had never been less normal in his life.

Soon enough, Law realized his fingers were still wrapped around your wrist. He pulled his hand away back to his side, feeling an unfamiliar heat on his ears. And the cause still was too baffled to even realize it.

You blinked. “Alright, just don’t die.” You noticed the way his eyes narrowed at your tease. In that silence you tried cracking a smile, “My bad.”

He only made a grunting noise as a response.

You took the time to pull out the earpiece, placing the equipment on the medical tray.

“You did good.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, trying to fill the silence. “You get things down fast.”

Your entire face lit up, and suddenly the awkwardness was gone. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

The grin you gave him afterward nearly killed him. “So then I passed.” You cocked your head to the side.

“You want me to say it?” Law scoffed, but still amused by your determination. You didn’t falter, only nodding your head eagerly. “Alright then, you passed.”

You were pleased with the praise, but didn’t let that fact get to you. You appreciated his lessons and left without anything more than professionalism.

The door clicked shut, silence settled over the infirmary. And Law finally dropped his head into one hand. A month ago, he could have dismissed it.

Now all it took was a routine training exercise for his heart to betray him. All it took was you. And judging by the way his thoughts immediately followed you out the door, he was beginning to suspect this problem wasn’t going away anytime soon.

—

Law was still determined to stay in denial.

A year ago, he had made it clear that he didn’t return your feelings. At least that was what he told himself. Changing that now felt unfair to you. So whatever he was doing lately couldn’t possibly mean anything.

At least, that was how he chose to see it. The problem was that his actions rarely agreed with his fair reasoning.

He started to notice things about you. Every scrape, every bruise, every cut you came back with after a job. Half the time you weren’t even aware he’d spotted them before you did. The moment he saw an injury, you somehow found yourself dragged into the infirmary.

He always claimed it was because someone had to make sure it healed properly. The first treatment was reasonable, second was precautionary.. third was usually just an excuse.

You never questioned it, because Law was a doctor. Doctors fussed over injuries.

Unfortunately for him, that was only the beginning to his run of don’t make it obvious.

At some point, the crew started noticing how often he ended up paired with you. Somehow Law was always already going in the same direction of any place you guys walked.

If there was a task that required two people, he was there.

If you wandered too close to a ledge, missed your footing, or nearly walked into trouble, his hand was already on the back of your collar before anyone else could react.

Then came the familiar deadpan question. “Watch where you’re going.” Or sometimes just an irritated stare while he made sure you were steady again.

By normal standards, it wasn’t exactly sweet. By Law’s standards, it was kinda cute to see. The crew certainly thought so.

The crew somehow possessed restraint besides the few comments they’d throw. Had it not become unbearably awkward every single time the topic came up, they probably would have announced it over dinner every night just for entertainment.

But for you two, it was easy to act like it was nothing. If anything you just thought he was getting used to your presence since the awkward tension that came from you liking him

At least until you got sick.

You sat at the table with your elbow propped against the metal, fingers tangled in your hair. The room seemed warmer than usual. Every movement felt heavier than it should have, you were heaving like you’ve been doing something.

Law entered the dining room carrying a stack of papers, making a note to check every room before night came.

He barely glanced up at first, at least until he realize it was you that was out here. He stopped in his tracks, eyeing you with subtle surprise.

You managed a weak greeting. “Hello.”

Law didn’t answer, instead he took notes of every unusual behavior. A second later he was standing beside your chair. You barely had time to process it before his palm settled against your forehead. An action neither of you guys expected.

The contact lasted only a moment, still, it felt long enough. Your breath caught, heat already burning in your face became much worse.

Law seemed equally aware of what he’d just done. His hand disappeared almost immediately back to his sides, propping the papers on the table.

He cleared his throat before talking. “You’re sick.” The diagnosis was annoyingly simple, but made the point clear. He tilted his head toward the doorway, telling you to follow. “Should’ve told me sooner.”

Normally you would’ve argued, right now you didn’t have the energy. When you pushed yourself to your feet, however, your legs disagreed with the decision. The room swayed, you caught yourself against the table before you fell completely.

Law made a huff that could’ve been mistaken a laugh, only making you more embarrassed. With a quiet sigh, he stepped back toward you and offered an arm.

He was kind about it, didn’t even make a comment about your lack of ability to even walk. But it was still awkward. You accepted his help anyway.

The moment you did, you caught sight of Shachi. The man looked like he’d just witnessed a miracle, his jaw was hanging open. He had so much enthusiasm it shocked you. You didn’t even get a chance to comment on it but the time he was already walking away.

You ignored him. Mostly because a part of didn’t want to acknowledge what this looked like.

The following days weren’t much better, you sinked into the bed with no other option. Penguin handled most of your meals, still teasing you but made sure you ate. The crew hovered around you like you were on the verge of death instead of suffering through a miserable fever.

Law, however, was somehow worse than any of that. He checked on you constantly. Not enough to seem obvious, just enough that you noticed.

Every few hours he’d appear in the infirmary or your room under the excuse of retrieving something, filing paperwork, organizing medicine, or checking equipment.

Then he’d casually take your temperature, ask how you felt with a weird calmness. Inspect whatever symptoms remained, and leave.

..Only to come back again later.

With nothing else to do, you spent most of your recovery watching him work. That flutter in your heart thumping again.

On a rare occasion, small conversations happened.

“Thank you, Law.” You suddenly murmured, bringing the tea in your hand closer to your face.

That made his pen stop moving, glancing at you before uncomfortably shuffling in his seat. “Where this coming from?” He asked suspiciously, leaning back. “You’re still taking your medication.”

You suddenly let out a hearty laugh, despite your sore throat. “Can’t I be grateful?” You pulled the covers closer to your lap. “You’ve done so much for me, I feel guilty.”

“Don’t be.” He said instantly, his hand getting dangerously close to your face. You don’t know what you braced for, heart pounding, but it wasn’t a flick to the forehead.

You yelped at first, glaring at him with confusion. Though what you saw made all your anger go away, simply from how he was naturally able to laugh so nicely.

A smile still lingered on his face, finally turning back towards the papers. “I don’t.. can’t have you dying on me, so just rest instead of thinking too hard about it.”

You know exact why you fell for him, times like this made it so easy. Though you don’t know why it’s been recently starting to feel mutual.

You began to notice those same signs as well. It wasn’t enough to accuse him of anything. But it was enough to make you wonder, especially because Law treated everyone fairly.

That was one of the things you respected most about him.

So why were things different now?

Your crewmates constantly teased you about it, even your own brother. They would notice you watch him in awe or stay oblivious, and at the time you were certain they were just trying to make you feel better.

The realization settled slowly, or just the idea of it. Tiny moments collecting together until they became impossible to ignore. The extra attention, longer conversations, and then the way his eyes occasionally lingered before he looked away.

You tried not to think too hard about it, mostly because the alternative felt ridiculous. Law didn’t like you, you had accepted that whether you liked him.

Hadn’t you?

Yet every day made that certainty a little harder to hold onto.

—

“Captain.”

He didn’t even react to the sound.

“Law.”

Slowly, he looked to his side, noticing Penguin standing there with a grin on his face. The expression immediately filled him with dread. “What.”

Penguin nodded toward you, talking with Bepo, first day without the dreaded feeling of sickness. You were still smiling, head tilting back at something the bear said.

Law’s stomach dropped, eyes narrowing before looking back at the paper with a grunt. “What about her?”

“Interesting question.”

Law already hated where this was heading.

“You know,” he started, using a hand for emphasis. “You’ve been giving her special treatment, we’re kinda jealous.”

Law immediately returned his attention to the person next to him. Unfortunately that only made Penguin grin wider.

“I have not.” He hissed, closing his eyes like it would help with the situation.

A laugh escaped Penguin before he shook his head. “For years I thought she was the obvious one, but you’re the one sticking by her side for a week straight.”

“Penguin.”

“You’re making this way easier than she ever did.”

Law slowly lowered his paperwork. The warning look he sent would have stopped most people, it didn’t have the same effect with someone that’s known him since kids. Then, because fate apparently enjoyed his suffering, your laugh echoed through the room again.

Without thinking, Law glanced toward you.

The second he did, Penguin started laughing so hard he nearly doubled over.

And for perhaps the first time in his life, Trafalgar Law genuinely considered throwing one of his first friends overboard. He knew he liked you, but didn’t need someone to rub it in.

“Just don’t hurt her feelings, yeah?” His voice softened, and that caught Law off guard. It was kind of him to care for his sibling. “I really need to earn some money from the bet I made.”

Never mind, he’s still the same ass.

“Hell no.”

rule number FOUR, don’t leave marks ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

At first, you didn’t like him.

You couldn’t stand him, actually.

The first time you met Sabo, you were sixteen years old. Six years of wondering if Koala was alive, six years of hearing stories and rumors, six years of just wondering. Then one day she appeared again, older, stronger, smiling so brightly it hurt to think about the time you lost with your sister.

..And beside her stood Sabo.

At first glance, he looked respectable enough. Polite. Well spoken. It was the first thing you noticed when it came to his blonde hair and fancy top hat.

The illusion lasted less than ten minutes once he spoke.

From that point on, every interaction somehow turned into an argument. You hated how stubborn he was. Hated how he always seemed convinced he was right. There was not a single part of him that couldn’t push your buttons.

You were convinced Sabo was the most irritating man on the Grand Line.

Sabo, on the other hand, seemed equally convinced that you existed solely to shorten his lifespan.

Every time he saw you climbing somewhere dangerous, sneaking into conversations you weren’t supposed to hear, or volunteering for missions above your experience level, his expression would tighten.

The argument repeated so often it practically became tradition. A bruise on your hip, blood running from his nose after you elbowed him.

Koala standing between you both with the exhausted look, a hand pinching the bridge of her nose.

Seconds before she got her own hit on you guys too.

Thankfully, it wasn’t as common as outsiders would’ve assumed. At some point you became mature enough to realize you will be stuck with him till death. Dislike is still on the table.

As the years passed, Sabo became busier. That was natural considering his dedication to the revolutionary army.

Soon he was spending more time overseas than at headquarters. Missions lasted weeks, sometimes months. Entire seasons would pass without seeing him.

You didn’t mind at first, it’s not like you guys had the sweetest conversations.

Sometimes when you see him at the port, you send out a congratulations for finishing the mission. A small courtesy that lasted thirty seconds. You almost wondered if he was as awkward as you realizing how much has change.

Even as years have passed, you did not have a great relationship with him.

But not a bad one either.

You didn’t want to think about how every year made it a little harder to convince yourself he was as awful as you’d once believed. Those few good moments you had with him changed your entire perspective, he was addicting.

You hated how easily he could make your heart race right before saying something that made you want to shove him overboard.

Most of all, you hated the doubt that lingered behind every interaction.

No matter what he did, no matter how much he seemed to care, there was always a constant presence at his side. Someone he trusted without question. Someone who belonged in his life long before you did.

Koala. You weren’t particularly jealous of the relationship, you loved her too much for that, but rather how you were involved.

Every time he showed concern for you, every time he remembered something important, every time he went out of his way to help, that ugly little thought returned. Maybe it wasn’t you.

The possibility made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t explain. It was unreasonable.

Yet the more you found yourself caring about him, the harder it became to ignore. Because if you were being honest, that fear was no longer coming from annoyance.

It was coming from the terrifying realization that his answer actually mattered to you.

—

You were halfway down the corridor before you heard footsteps behind you. Of course he followed you after you left the conversation. Part of you had hoped he would let the argument die for a few hours. Apparently that had been too much to ask.

“Are you seriously still angry?” He hissed, it was sharp with disbelief.

You stopped so abruptly your boots scraped against the floor, spinning around, you finally faced him.

The frustration that had been simmering in your chest all evening started with him, ended with him. You do not know what changed in the two month duration he was gone. He stood several feet away, one hand clenched tightly around the black glove he’d removed earlier, his expression twisted into something between annoyance and confusion.

As if he genuinely could not understand why you were upset.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shot back.

Usually fights like these went physical, but that was the kid in you that wanted that. You guys were older now, so it meant having this uncomfortable conversation.

Despite it being the first switch in your guys relationship, you do not vividly remember it. It went on with the usual stubborn back and forth, but this time you did not hold back.

You said something that caught him off guard. He forgot everything he had to say. Sabo’s expression changed so quickly you almost missed it, for a brief second, he looked genuinely blindsided.

“You really think that’s it?” he asked quietly, he somehow lost all that bite he had. “That you’re only Koala’s sister to me?”

“What else am I supposed to think?”

His laugh was short and humorless. “Right.”

The word fell flat between you. You immediately wished you hadn’t said it. “Sabo—”

“It’s just funny.” He looked away briefly before meeting your eyes again. “I was sitting here wondering how much more obvious I could’ve been.”

Your stomach twisted, a feeling you weren’t prepared for when you started this. “What?” You murmured, the response sounded weak even to your own ears.

“I thought you just didn’t want to notice.” For the first time since the conversation began, Sabo took a step closer. He wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if he did. “So, do you really think I follow you around because of that?” he asked.

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond.

“You think I stay up waiting for you to get back because you’re Koala’s sister?”

The confidence behind your first answer faltered. When he actually said it out loud, the explanation you made sounded ridiculous.

“Every mission,” he continued, taking another step. “Every report. Every time someone mentions your name, I’m the first one asking questions.”

You wanted him to stop, you needed him to before it became real. But that was the logical part of you. The emotional one never felt so reassured before, and would have him never stop.

“And do you know how ridiculous that is?” His frustration finally cracked through “You are the stubborn girl who could never leave my mind. That’s who you are to me.”

The unfinished sentence lingered in the space between you. He didn’t say it, but you knew what the following was.

Looking at him now, standing only a few feet away, it became impossible to keep pretending otherwise. The denial you’d been clinging to felt thinner by the second. Very few people got to see this version of him. The one standing in front of you now, so vulnerable and honest.

His eyes drifted briefly toward your hands, then back to your face. He was silently asking permission. When he reached forward, his movements were slow enough for you to pull back.

You didn’t.

His fingers wrapped carefully around yours, it was oddly intimate. You’ve held his hand before, but not like this. The contact alone nearly undid you.

Sabo let out a quiet breath, following with a chuckle of disbelief. “I’m shocked it took so long.”

You let out an agonizing sigh. “Sorry.”

His thumb brushed lightly against your knuckles, bringing it closer to his face. “I don’t care because I have to.” His voice was barely above a murmur. “I care because it’s you.”

That realization terrified you almost as much as it terrified him, years of this irritation only continued for comfort, not because it was real. It was just easier acting like it.

That was the first day you left a mark. You vividly rememberer throwing the cravat, tugging down at the top of his shirt. Sabo whispered in your ear, a mixture of concern and tease, but shut his mouth when you sucked a spot of his skin. It was rough and mean, a bit of your old irritation in it.

Sabo hissed at first, slipping his hands into your hair as you continued. Once you let off with a pop, you both realized how much better that was than rustling on the floor when you guys ticked each other off.

A hickey on his neck for the first day of confessing, how romantic you guess. Expected from two people with no romantic experience.

You guys did not make it official yet for that reason. But slowly, other people began to notice how your guys relationships has changed.

They began to see you both alone a lot more, during lunch or any break. Sometimes training sessions were spent together as well. But neither of you showed romantic display until it was private. He would nip at your shoulders sometimes, only sharing a sneaky glance before walking away.

It was all the marking that became slightly public. He was a tease, and you were too stubborn to back out. Over time, it became impossible to not see despite how covered his outfit is.

Throughout all of this, Koala did not bat at eye in any romantic relation. You would assume she was actually good at picking up hints, and usually she is! But this was more out of ignorance.

For years she’s known as you guys to never get along properly. She’s now seen a couple of casual conversations, merely thinking you guys were finally becoming friends.

—

The infirmary was quiet, a rare thing for them. Koala sat on one of the stools, sorting through bandages while half listening to Sabo explain how he’d managed to get yet another bruise on his arm during training.

He was sitting on one of the examination beds while Koala checked over a mark near his shoulder. As she reached for another roll of gauze, she paused.

There were a few faint marks over his chest and neck, something he never mentioned before. He didn’t even seem to mind them, rubbing a thumb against it before pulling his shirt up again.

Koala was still curios though, inching closer. “How’d you get those?”

Sabo looked at her, then glanced down at the spot, then back at her. A terrible sign already. He shrugged, “..Kinda just happened.”

She knew he was lying. And it would’ve been left like that if she didn’t get a flashing thought the longer she looked at them. It was hard to play dumb.

“Is the second in command getting hickeys?”

Sabo made the mistake of smiling.

“Oh my god, you’re sneaky! Who is it? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

His smile vanished instantly. “You’re getting nothing out of me.”

“No fun.” She snickered, but far from done. “Is it someone from the Army?”

Sabo stayed silent, which gave her a good enough answer.

“You’re lying.” She gasped, a little bit too excited prying into his life.

“Probably.”

“Sabo.”

He laughed despite himself, that only made her more suspicious. Usually he wasn’t this stubborn about these type of topics.

Plus, she’d know if he was spending time with someone a lot.

Then something clicked. Her eyes narrowed, a small bit of her connecting the secrecy. The way he disappeared during breaks, the way you’d disappeared during breaks.

The fact that whenever she went looking for one of you lately, the other was nowhere to be found either.

Koala slowly turned, a finger falling against her chin. “..no way.”

Sabo immediately recognized that look, it was someone who began connecting way too many dots about her sister and her partner in crime.

“Koala.” He started.

“No.”

“Koala.” Sabo stood up. Unfortunately, panic made him careless. “You can’t tell her I accidentally told you, she’ll kill me.”

The room went silent, maybe for a second or two.

“My sister!?”

Sabo closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. The entire infirmary echoed with her voice, hell, probably the hallway outside too.

Koala pointed at him in complete disbelief. “Sabo, what the hell? I couldn’t have known anytime sooner before it got to hickeys!”

“We aren’t good at this stuff, ok? Ignore that.”Sabo looked everywhere except at her, feeling a heavy gaze uncomfortably on his neck. Instinctively, he put a hand there. “You were supposed to figure it out slower.”

“Slower?!” She looked genuinely offended, pacing the room. “I thought you two barely tolerated each other!”

“We did.”

“For years.”

“Correct.”

Koala threw her hands into the air. “This makes absolutely no sense!”

Sabo couldn’t help it, he laughed at her reaction. Probably wasn’t the way he had it in mind when he began liking you, but pretty close.

That made her even more exasperated. “Oh, this is funny to you?”

“A little.”

“I’m gonna beat you.” For a moment, she actually considered it, and Sabo even waited for it. But instead she took a deep breath. The initial reaction calming down, giving her a chance to sit.

“Don’t think this is over.” Koala hummed, hands in her lap.

Sabo winced, almost shocked there wasn’t a bruise on his face yet. “Thought so.”

Koala buried her face in her hands. “I’m happy for you guys.. I guess. It makes things easier.”

At least now she finally knew why the two people she cared about most had been disappearing together for months.

The scratching of pen on paper is what draw you to the land of the living. Eyes fluttering and the shades of blue from the waters outside the Polar Tang soothing to the senses that are adjusting to the new day.

But they don't stay on the dancing waves and darting fish, instead turning to the desk in the far corner of the captain's corridor. Where, shirtless and back to you, is the love of your life hunched over whatever has caught Law's attention this time.

Probably some new medicine or surgery technique.

You hum into the pillows, stretching out and feeling the fabric of both blanket and jacket alike. A trick Law learned early on in the relationship, that if he left his coat with you he could usually get away with overworking himself.

He's explained it too, why you seemed soothed by the cloth. His eyes lighting up in that rare display of joy as he listed out how the scent of loved ones could be effective in all sorts of capacities.

But this morning you won't accept just the scent of him.

A huffing sigh escapes you, eyes drilling into the back of his head.

The pen never stops as it skitters across the paper.

You weren't loud enough. So, you sigh again, loud and exaggerated. To add to the display, you throw his jacket to the floor.

The pen pauses for a moment then picks up again.

It's time for the extremes, then. Peering up at the bedpost, you see Law's beloved hat hanging off the closest post to you. Reaching up, you snatch it and fling it across the room, flopping back into the pillows with a giggle as it hits the back of his head.

The writing comes to a complete stop. Law finally straightening in his seat as he turns slowly to stare at you. Patting the bed, you stick out your bottom lip and whine, "I want cuddles now."

"I'm working."

"And? Whatever your doing won't disappear in the next…oh, thirty minutes?"

Law's eyes narrow, the bags under them larger than normal.

You grab at his pillow, his side of the bed as you push half your face into it. Peering one eye up at him, keeping the pout in place, you get him with his biggest weakness when it comes to you. Being cute. "Please?"

The air hums. It snaps, and then heat is greeting you as Law crawls under the covers. His bare chest taking over as the pillow and arms acting as personal heaters as they loop around your back.

Law has a mean scowl when you grin up at him.

"This is a one off thing, got it."

"Okay, Taffy, whatever you say."

He flicks you on the nose, groaning as red dusts his cheeks. "What did I day about the nickname?"

"I recall you said not to call you that in public, but we happen to be in our room if I remember correctly."

"Maybe I should just ban it all together."

I whine, pitching his own nose in retaliation. "Then you would be ruining my fun!"

"It's embarrassing!"

"You like it!"

Law sighs, ducking to rest his chin on your head. "You're impossible. Now it's twenty minutes."

"What! No fair!"

"You've brought this upon yourself."

Could you do Law with a clumsy reader?

I was thinking it could remind him of corazon

thank you for your request ✧ i feel like this might not be the most classic interpretation of this trope, but i really hope you still enjoy reading it. i didn't write in the reference to corazon, as it seemed a little too deep for a fic like this.

law x clumsy strawhat!reader going on a mission and getting caught in a trap, among other things. also a lot of banter.

the sky is darkening above law as he steps onto the dimly lit street that stretches out before him. it's an eerily quiet night. something warm and sticky is laced into the air around him, like blood and honey, death with a little sugar on top. there's nothing but him and the drumming sound of the cicadas coming from the nearby trees - and of course you, stumbling along beside him.

when law first met you, he didn't know wether to laugh or cry. a graceful sword fighter, unmatched in elegance and strength, an asset to any battle, he had thought to himself. a true warrior. you seemed almost too sharp, too lethal, too efficient to be with a crew like the strawhats.

and then, as soon as your sword was sheathed and the enemies were slain, he watched you immediately trip over your own feet and land your face in the dust.

it's a pattern law came to recognize very quickly. watching you come out of a fight is like watching a bird forget how to fly. it's devastating.

sometimes law finds himself wondering if you made some sort of sick deal with the devil, or someone of equal menace. he wonders if you gained the skilled deadliness you have with your sword, and the beauty in your movements while handling it, only by trading in any and every sense of gravity a human being is supposed to have when they're not holding a blade in their hands. law hasn't gotten around to asking you yet.

right on cue, as if you somehow sense his thoughts circling around you and your clumsiness, he has to reach out and pull you to the side to keep you from walking into a lamp post at the very last second.

you give him something that one might interpret as an apologetic chuckle and he sighs.

he would've been completely fine to go by himself, he thinks to himself for the hundredth time tonight, probably. and if they really didn't want him to go alone, he could've taken literally anyone else but you.

both the strawhats and the heart pirates are currently docked at this island, meaning there's plenty of capable people to chose from. people who don't have a tendency to run into brick walls and trip on the pavement every few steps. but when law was getting ready to leave, the strawhat had practically shoved you into his arms. and when law protested he just laughed in his face, babbling something about how 'it's always better to have a friend by your side'.

and that's how the captain of the heart pirates finds himself in his current predicament, walking through the empty streets of a small island town, in the dead of the night, at the side of a strawhat pirate with the survival skills of a toddler (which is honestly, basically all of them) on a mission unimportant to this story.

"you don't like me very much, do you?"

law's head perks up at the unexpected dialogue.

you walk next to him with your head tipped to the side in a questioning and almost a little challenging manner. as if you're daring him to give you a reply you can start a fight over. he rolls his eyes.

and stays silent.

law sees you raise an eyebrow at him in his periphery but you don't say anything more.

the silence follows you all the way out of the sleeping harbour town until you reach the edge of a forest.

"i think we need to pass through here", you mutter.

law feels his jaw clench.

running blindly into an unknown forrest in the middle of the night. he's never heard a better idea.

the irony in his thoughts doesn't seem to stop you, because you start walking and without missing a beat you trip over the roots of a tree. you barely catch yourself and avoid planting your face in the bugs crawling at your feet.

"be more careful", law says through gritted teeth.

"i'm always careful", you say, completely unbothered, and even in the pale moonlight that manages to find it's way through the leaves of the trees above your heads, he catches the wink you give him.

adorable.

wait, no.

that's not the word law meant to think.

annoying.

that's it.

he finds you annoying.

not adorable. tsk.

law ponders on the obvious mixup in his head for a while, as the two of you quietly make your way through the forrest. the air feels even warmer against his face out here, and the sweet scent that this entire island seems to be enveloped in still lingers, even in the depths of the forrest. law doesn't like it.

what he likes even less is the flattened out area on the ground in front of you, that has been carefully covered by leaves, and attached to the branches of a large tree by strings that are obviously not meant to be noticed, clearly signifying some sort of trap. a trap that you're about to step into.

"stop", law leaps forward, but he doesn't catch up to you in time, doesn't manage to pull you back.

he does, however, manage to get close enough to grab your arm, close enough to be pulled into you by the net that snaps up beneath your feet, and close enough to be suspended into the air and caught in the trap like a fly in a glass.

the net bounces off the thick branch it's tied to a few times, your combined weight making the strings ache, but law doesn't really notice that.

he's too busy getting tangled in the net, but more importantly, and much worse, tangled with you.

your limbs press into each other uncomfortably, bodies confined by the small amount of space the net offers you. law can feel your skin on his in some areas and it's entirely too much and law is entirely not okay.

you both try to free yourselves, to get some space in between you two, and law is pretty sure you're trying to change your position so you're not hanging upside down anymore, which is honestly fair, but all you manage to do is make it much worse, because now your head is pressed against his chest and his leg is wrapped around yours and law can't move his left arm.

"stop moving", law orders, or rather chokes out.

"stop moving yourself", you reply, still trying to wriggle your way out of the position you're in.

law grabs your shoulder with his only free arm to try and stop you from making this any worse than it already is, but you pull back so abruptly, that the net swings to the side and you collide with the tree.

"ow", you complain, as law groans in pain.

"i told you to stop moving", he huffs.

"you don't get to tell me what to do", you reply, visibly irritated.

"i do when everything you're doing is making it worse", law retaliates.

"you're the one who sent us flying against the tree."

"you're the one who walked into a bear trap."

"how do you know it's a bear trap? maybe it's a raccoon trap, or a horse trap, or-"

"shut up", law interrupts you.

"you shut up", you say and look up at him.

it's still dark, but the dull moonlight illuminates your angered face perfectly. a little too perfectly, maybe.

now that you've stopped moving, law finally notices how close you two actually are. with you staring up at him like this, and him looking down at you, your noses are almost touching. he can feel your ragged breaths mix with his own.

law quickly adjusts his eyes. he feels the heat spread across his face and the back of his neck anyways.

"can you cut us out of this, please?", your voice drips with annoyance, clearly also bothered by your current situation.

law takes a look around. you're not very high above the ground, but high enough to not be able to reach down easily. high enough that there's no chance in hell for law to reach his sword. the sword that slipped out of his grip when the net caught him. the sword that is now lying on the forrest floor below you.

"i can't", law grumbles.

"what do you mean?", you quip. "just cut through the net."

law grits his teeth.

"i don't have my sword."

he nods his head down and you follow the movement, your eyes tracing the environment below you.

"shit."

"just use yours", law rolls his eyes.

"don't you think i would if i could?", you say, sounding increasingly irritated.

law raises a brow.

"what does that mean?"

"it means i can't reach my sword", you huff. "my arms are stuck."

upon further inspection law notices that you're right. there's no way you can get ahold of your sword, let alone pull it out and cut the net in a way that doesn't kill you both.

"you have to do it", you say, voice a little strained. "just reach behind me and take my sword to cut the net."

law looks at you. then at your sword. and feels his face go red. again. he finds himself being grateful for the darkness that surrounds you.

still, he moves his one free arm and stretches it around you, practically embracing you with it. although unintentionally, he has to pull you even closer to his chest as he tries to reach for your sword. once he's able to place his hand on the hilt he carefully pulls it out of it's sheathe and lifts it up.

law doesn't waste another second before he cuts the top of the net open, effectively separating it from the branch and sending you tumbling down to the ground.

you land with a thud.

as the net unfolds around you two, your limbs are still tangled, bodies still pressed close, your head still on his chest, except that now you're practically straddling him and law isn't sure if his head is spinning because of the impact of the fall or because of the way your legs are wrapped around him.

you lift your head with a quiet "ow" and a beat passes before your eyes find law's and you seem to notice your compromising position as well.

for a moment law is sure that he sees the colour of your cheeks change slightly, but he's probably wrong, it's impossible to tell in the dark anyways.

suddenly, you start moving, hurriedly lifting yourself off law and scrambling to your feet.

"thank you", you look away, almost timidly.

law just hums and gets up as well, but not without picking up and securing his sword.

"we should get going again", he states, somehow not able to meet your eyes either.

you quietly agree and the both of you continue your journey through the dark.

"be careful not to walk into any other traps."

your head shoots up at that.

"don't be mean", you say and you roll your eyes at him, but he doesn't miss the way your mouth quirks up at the corners in amusement.

and law can't hold back the question nagging at the back of his mind any longer.

"how do you survive on your own?"

you let out an airy laugh.

"i'm a pretty good sword fighter, you know", you reply playfully.

law hums.

"you know what i mean."

a small silence stretches out between you and law feels you hesitate.

"you know", you begin carefully. "i'm not always like this."

law raises an eyebrow at you in disbelief.

you roll your eyes again and chuckle.

"it might be hard for you to believe, but usually i do just fine", you say with a small smile.

once more, you hesitate before you continue.

"i just-", you sigh. "i'm clumsy when i'm nervous", you finally admit.

and law feels stunned. because what reasons do you have to be nervous? and does that mean you're never nervous when holding your sword? and then why have you acted like this in literally any situation he's interacted with you so far?

"you're nervous a lot then?", he asks.

you shoot him a deadpan look.

he meets your eyes but the question in his doesn't disappear.

you sigh, shoulders slumping slightly.

"it's you", you clarify. "i get nervous when you're around, you idiot."

that stops law in his tracks.

why would you be nervous around him?

his mind drags him back to your strained voice when you were caught in the net and the blush he thought he saw flush your cheeks a few moments ago. so you were blushing.

oh.

oh.

law doesn't have time to dwell on it any further because unlike him, you didn't stop walking. you're a few steps ahead now, and there's a log on the floor in front of you that you clearly are not seeing and he rushes forward just as he watches you lose your footing.

and then you're right there, in his arms, again.

except that this time, he caught you before either of you hit the ground, and now he's holding you, and you're so close that he hears when your breath catches, at the very same time that he feels his heart about to beat it's way out of his chest.

you look up at him, eyes piercing through the dark, and suddenly law notices the heat radiating off this damn island again - or did it just get hotter? is it the forest, maybe?

"you know, for someone who keeps criticizing me, you're blushing very hard right now", you tease.

law doesn't know if he wants to kiss you or strangle you. maybe both. maybe even at the same time.

"your thoughts are very loud", you break the silence, again.

law groans. "shut up."

"how about you make me?", you challenge.

and law loses it.

and he dips you down even further and smashes his lips to yours and you make a sound as if you weren't actually expecting him to go through with it.

and he kisses you as if this is the reason you came here for, as if this is what was meant to happen all along. law kisses you until he feels lightheaded, until his face goes numb, until the darkness around you mixes with sweat and the air becomes hot enough to burn him.

at some point he picks you up and pins you against a tree and he feels your hands tangle in his hair and it makes him want to do things he really shouldn't want to do. and he presses you back harder against the tree, and slides his hands under your shirt, until you moan into his mouth and he thinks that he sees the sun rise.

wait, no actually.

there's a new shade of pink shining through the trees, a hint of light making it's way through the darkness, signalling the end of this night, the dawn of a new day, and also what should have been the end of your mission.

fuck.

law's brain slowly find's it's way back into the present moment and although reluctantly, he pulls back a little.

you whine, actually whine, and it would've been enough to make a lesser man crumble and forget about the mission entirely.

but trafalgar law is no lesser man, and he'll be damned if he has to face not only his own, but both of your crews empty handed.

law carefully sets you down on the ground and takes a step back, trying to catch his still ragged breath in the process.

"what are you doing?", you complain, equally out of breath.

"we need to finish the mission", he says.

and he dares to look at you and regrets it immediately, because now that there's a little more light he can actually see the colour on your cheeks, and your kiss-swollen lips and the look in your eyes, that is somehow already so ruined, ruined for him, and he has the urge to make you his right here and now.

but before he can circle back and change his mind, he watches you smooth out your clothes and step away from the tree.

"you're right", you give him a nod. "let's go."

and you start walking, and of course there's a stone and of course you fall after just one step, you fall right into him, right into his arms.

he catches you easily.

"careful", he scolds, as he has done countless times tonight, but there's no bite to it, it comes out way too affectionate.

you avoid his gaze, instead straightening yourself again.

"i told you", you say, embarrassed, and you turn away and start walking again, this time without tripping. "you make me nervous."

and law smirks behind your back, as he starts following you in lazy strides.

"i can see that", he says.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ft. monster trio, law, ace x fem reader (seperate)

style: uncapitalised headcanons, modern au

in which: you challenge the one piece boys at a round of just dance ♡

fluff, humor, established relationship (dating/married idk)

warnings: i mean i sure hope the characters aren't ooc LOL

ALSO I ADDED IN THE SONG THAT THEY WOULD DANCE WITH YOU TO BUT YOU CAN CHANGE IF YOU WANT

monkey d. luffy: hips don't lie by shakira

you make the mistake of saying “bet i could beat you at just dance.”

he accepts immediately, obviously.

he has absolutely no idea what the heck just dance is, and he thinks that the only goal is to dance as hard as possible.

“so, i just jump around, right?? i can do that!”

you try to tell him that’s not the point, but he continues anyway.. lol

before the game even starts, he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, asking if there are prizes for winning

you roll your eyes playfully instead and just grin. “why don’t you try and beat me to find out?”

during the game, he keeps missing his own moves because he's always looking over at you and laughing whenever you miss a move

LMAO every time he gets a perfect, he celebrates immediately, which causes him to miss.. the next five moves.

wow, luffy

real slick there buddy

anyways, he treats every round/song like a life or death competition... for about three minutes.

after those minutes pass, he's back to staring at you lol

halfway through a song, he asks "why are the background dancers dressed like that?"

you have no words.

by the end of the night, you both are laughing too hard to care about the scores

a little blurb:

you're both dancing (well not really for luffy), but he keeps pausing and staring at you, which loses his focus. a minute later, he notices your score.

then his.

his jaw drops.

"WAIT."

you raise an eyebrow, still (somehow) managing to keep up with the screen. "what?"

"why are you winning by so much??"

"because i'm doing the dance."

he pouts. "hey, i'm doing it too!"

you look and him, and he looks at you.

you both know it's a lie.

roronoa zoro: animals by martin garrix

getting zoro to actually play is harder than beating him at it in score.

"play with me!" you'll tell him, shoving a remote into his hand.

he'll turn away like a tsundere. "no."

"why?" you ask

"looks stupid."

"you're stupid, you scaredy-cat!"

he narrows his eyes. "i'm not scared."

you point and laugh, "scaredy cat!!"

ten minutes later, he's standing in front of the tv, looking like he'd been drafted against his will.

the first song is a disaster. not because he's bad, but because every singly move he makes turns out to look robotic ASF

you're laughing so hard, you're barely paying attention to your own screen.

he glares at you, "what is it, woman."

"you're litersally fighting the music."

"i am not."

either way, if he wins, he'll bring it up forever.

if he loses, he'll demand a rematch—and you're going to have to beg him for any other physical attention (he'll fold eventually dwdw)

little blurb:

while you're playing, he notices that you keep laughing at him.

and as you may know, roronoa zoro does not like getting laughed at...

so suddenly, he starts trying harder. like, genuinely trying to do the dance moves on teh screen

and that is way scarier...

his score starts climbing—fast.

"wait." you try to 'intervene'.

"hm?" he keeps dancing. curse this man and his insane stamina.

"WAIT." IT'S NOT WORKING. HIS SCORE'S STILL CLIMBING.

"what is it, lady." he side-eyes you WHILE STILL DANCING.

"STOP LEARNING." you panic.

"no."

vinsmoke sanji: timber by pitbull + kesha

sanji walks into the challenge confidently, already convinced he'll win.

"my love, i should warn you." he sighs dramatically

"warn me?"

"i'm naturally gifted."

you raise an eyebrow "at dancing?"

he gives you a closed-eye smile. "at everything."

when you start, he'll start adding dramatic flourishes at the ends of every move that earn him absolutely no points.

extra spins.

extra poses.

jumps.

finger guns.

the game does not care, man.

he always insists on doing the two-player one female, one male dancer songs

when you win, he'll do one of two things:

pepper you with love and adoration that you won

or protest.

in the end, you've gotta pepper him with love as well, or your dinner might come out a little cold.

just kidding, he would never treat you like that! he might just act way more grouchy than usual

little blurb:

the problem while you play is that he keeps looking at you instead of the screen, and then blame you when he misses points.

every few seconds: "you look beautiful."

MISS.

"that's soooo cute!"

MISS.

"i like your shirt, heh"

MISS.

finally, you take matters into your own hands. "SANJI"

"WHAT."

"PLAY THE GAME ALREADY."

by the way, it fails.

portgas D. Ace: gagnam style by PSY

ace is confident. very confident.

WAY too confident.

"im gonna destroy you, love." OOP

"you've never even played."

"that doesn't matter." and then he'll smirk (OH MY GOODNESS sorry back to the fic)

it matters.

a lot.

he misses the first move, then laughs.

then, he misses another move because he's laughing

and then laughs harder.

before long, neither of you are actually dancing...

he loses horribly.

like, catastrophically. worse than sanji

the scores aren't even close, and yet you're both still laughing (ah, young love)

"good—" he starts laughing again.

"ace, that wasn't even close. you lost by six thousand points." you stare at him, trying not to laugh with him.

"a win is a mindset, what can i say?"

in the end, you'll just laugh with him—it gets lowk awkward just standing there staring...

little blurb:

halfway through the song, he'll start asking some very... questionable questions.

"why is that background dancer dressed like that?"

"ace."

"what?"

"that 'background character' is a pixel tall. how do you even spot what they're wearing?" you roll your eyes playfully.

"i'm just askingg" he'll whine

"dance."

"I AM DANCING."

he's standing completely still.

trafalgar d. law: whip/nay nay by silento

law says no.

repeatedly.

and somehow, he's standing right in front of the TV.

the moment the game starts, you realise you've made a huge mistake.

because he's studying it.

actually studying it.

like he's preparing for an exam.

"law."

"hm." he says, his eyes trained on the screen

"why are you concentrarting so hard?"

"i'm not."

liar.

his movements aren't flashy—they're controled and precise.

annoyingly precise.

every move is somehow, exactly right

you hate it. (AS A JOKE I SWEAR)

if he wins, he gets unbearably smug

not obvious smug, law smug.

which is somehow worse.

he'll glance at the scoreboard and go, "good game."

you throw the controller at him.

he catches it.

geez, you showoff.

little blurb:

when you beat him once, you'll feel all proud and respected and happy for yourself. and then, he'll just beat all the hope down in the most nonchalant way possible.

"ha!"

"interesting."

"why'd you say it like that?"

"no reason."

within the next twenty seconds, his score suddenly jumps by almost a thousand points.

wow, dude.

a/n so erm i had some ideas and then i had none again... can ygs tell i wrote half of luffys on google docs bcs of the quotation marks and then gave up?? LMAO

comment to be added to the one piece taglist!

Plot: Law comes to terms with how he feels.

Trafalgar D. Law x Reader

You were asleep now.

Drugged enough not to feel the pain. Pale enough that he still hated looking at you and could not stop.

Law sat in the chair beside the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, one hand covering his mouth. His hat sat on the counter behind him.

Pairings: Law x Reader

summary: Nobody ever thought that Trafalgar Law, the serious and reserved captain, would be with the most chaotic person in the entire sea.

𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳

You were probably the loudest person on the Grand Line.

You laughed, fought, and loved with all your heart.

And somehow, for reasons no one could understand, you'd fallen in love with the most emotionally repressed pirate alive.

Trafalgar Law.

The alliance between Luffy, Law, and Kidd was supposed to be professional. Then you met Law.

The problem wasn't that he was handsome. Or his tattoos, or his hat, or the way he looked down on everyone.

The problem was his reactions. Or rather, the lack of them.

No one around you remained calm.

Except Law. Which completely captured your attention.

But despite all of that, Law genuinely liked you somehow. And he hated that. You were loud, reckless and chaotic.

He preferred plans, preparation and silence.

Yet somehow every time you entered a room, his attention followed you.

The thing about loving someone out loud was that you never hid it. You kissed his cheek in front of everyone or smiled beside him while holding his hand.

Law, despite keeping a straight face, secretly adored it.

What no one expected about your relationship with Law was that neither of you were jealous in a normal way. You were both terrifying about it. Only in completely different ways. You would push or threaten to hit anyone who came near him.

Law wasn’t any better. Actually, he might've been worse, because at least you were loud about it. He was terrifyingly quiet.

People always assumed Law was the calm one in the relationship,the reasonable one and compared to you? that was true.

A pirate who once challenged an entire Marine battalion because insulted one of his nakamas.

But the people who thought Law was the safer half of the relationship didn’t know him very well. Because Law didn't express his love openly, but he was dangerous when this one was threatened.

𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳

One night Nami finally asked him.

“How far would you go for them?”

Law looked up from his book. His gaze drifted toward the upper deck where you were currently attempting to teach Luffy how to fish using your hands (a terrible idea actually since neither of you could swim). You were laughing completely unaware of the conversation. Law’s expression softened. The way it only ever did when he looked at you.

“As far as necessary.”

Because the loud one in the relationship was you, the one who shouted their love from rooftops. Law wasn't like that. He loved silently and patiently until the day someone threatens what he loves. Because he would burn down islands and turn the seas upside down without a second thought if it meant bringing you home safe and seeing that smile of yours.

𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳𖧧  ִֶָ 𖥔 ﾟ˖ ⊹ › ‹ ᵎ 𖧧. ⊹ ˖ ♡.˚˳

Before the alliance, Law was desperately trying to convince himself that you were merely a crewmate. A temporary one, not even from his own crew but from the Straw Hats.

A very powerful, annoying and beautiful

Just a crewmate. No more.

Then he found you asleep on a cliff.

Not near a cliff, not beside it. Literally on the edge of it. One wrong movement and you’d fall hundreds of feet into the ocean below.

Law stopped walking. And he saw you. Then he looked at you more closely, trying to determine if he was hallucinating from staying up late reading a book. He rubbed his eyes and looked at you again.

“…Bepo?.” He asked calmly

“Yes, Captain?”

“Am I seeing things right?”

Bepo followed his gaze, then he almost passed out.

Law's soul briefly left his body. Zoro, following behind, walked calmly. "They do that all the time." He said casually.

Law's eye twitched. Then he started walking toward you, gently moving you further away from the cliff, and sat beside you while you were sleeping. He stayed there for two hours.

A week later happened again...

Years later, after you started dating, things somehow got worse.

Because now he cared officially. Which meant every terrible habit became infinitely more stressful.

Every time you disappeared, he searched for you.

Every time you got hurt, he was first at your side.

Every time you climbed somewhere ridiculously dangerous, he looked like he was seconds away from developing gray hair.

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Strawhat!Reader

Summary: Set after leaving Punk Hazard and on the way to Dressrosa, you can’t accept Trafalgar Law, a guest on your ship, sleeping on the deck any longer. In the darkness of your room, you get a glimpse of the softness he tries so much to hide.

Notes: My first ever Trafalgar Law fic, pretty nervous to post it as I’m still getting used to writing his personality. This is just fluff with a slight hurt/comfort twist, and a brief mention of nightmares. Any interaction is happily welcome!!

Life aboard the Thousand Sunny had started sounding different after leaving Punk Hazard. The annoying laugh of the cruel scientist named Caesar Clown sounded in the air from time to time. That, or his whining when Sanji or Zoro kicked him in the nose. But that wasn’t what caused the shift in your days. It was the presence of another peculiar character on the ship. The warlord Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, who sealed an alliance with your captain a few days ago. He was quiet, kept to himself most of the time, but you felt how his eyes looked at the crew with a feeling of nervousness. You wondered what it was. You knew he was a captain, maybe he missed his crew? Or perhaps he was still shaken by what happened on the island, or he was anxious thinking about the plan for Dressrosa. Whatever it was, you made sure to quietly take care of him the best you could. It was in your nature. He was a guest on the ship, and he seemed like a good person, despite how he tried to appear. You would be lying to yourself by saying you hadn’t developed a soft spot for Law. You tried not to make it obvious, but you knew he noticed when you brought him a thicker blanket after seeing him shiver when the Sunny was still close to Punk Hazard and all the other little gestures. It was your way of looking after him. And Trafalgar Law didn’t want anyone to look after him.

———

After the first two nights of watching Law sleep on the deck, you couldn’t take it anymore. It was making your heart ache, you wanted him to have a warm place to sleep and recover after what happened. You walked up to him, pace gentle, and you were a little sad to see him awake. It was well past midnight, so that was your confirmation that he wasn’t sleeping well out on the deck.

Law looked up, immediately hearing your steps, golden eyes piercing yours.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep, Y/N-ya?”

He spoke. You noted that he was always soft spoken.

“So should you, Torao…”

“Don’t call me that too… I already hate it when Strawhat-ya does” - He shook his head softly - “And it is none of your concern when I sleep”

You weren’t going to back down so easily, no matter how untouchable he wanted to appear.

“It is, actually… you are on my ship and we are allies. I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable under my care…”

You spoke softly, and you saw him tense a little.

“We are merely allies for a strategic plan… it is not required that you care about me in any way”

“I know” - you spoke, no hesitation in your tone - “too bad that I like you, Torao”

Law’s eyes widened, taken aback. He cleared his throat, making sure his voice wasn’t embarrassingly chocked up.

“Y-you what?”

“I like you… you helped us, I saw it. I’ve always been good at reading people. You wanna act like you’re this cold guy with your reputation as the one who brought the hearts of one hundred pirates to the government, but I saw you help everyone who was injured at Punk Hazard. I saw you heal the drugged kids. And I remember you used your Shambles to save me from that hit”

“I-I’m a doctor, it’s my job”

“You’re a good person, Torao. I saw it”

His eyes softened into something vulnerable, fragile.

“You are mistaken, Y/N-ya”

He whispered. For the first time he didn’t seem so nonchalant.

“I don’t think so” - you smiled - “but well, if I happen to be mistaken then I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens”

Law looked like a deer in headlights, frozen in place, and your heart broke at how surprised he was by just a little kindness.

“So, will you admit that sleeping here is uncomfortable as hell?” You smiled softly, holding out a hand to him. Law accepted, albeit reluctantly, and let you pull him to his feet.

“It may not be optimal…” - He shrugged shyly - “But I am not gonna complain-“

“I know…” - You gently tugged him along - “But I am. You will sleep in my room tonight, okay?” You smiled.

Law stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Only then he became painfully aware that he was still holding your hand.

“W-what?”

His voice sounded chocked up, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. You chose not to comment on it for his wellbeing.

“You heard me… I have the biggest bunk because I’m the only one in the room, so I’m the only one who can welcome guests”

You explained softly.

“Y/N-ya…“

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I really want you to sleep well and be cared for as long as you’re with me”

It slipped out. With me. You knew he noticed, so you didn’t try to re-word it to save some dignity. You just accepted it.

“I-I…” - You saw him shake his head, trying to compose himself - “Okay…”

“Okay?” You smiled brightly.

“Okay… don’t make it weird…”

Law muttered, his cheeks still pink. You laughed out loud at that, happily leading him to your room. He didn’t like how his heart skipped a beat at your laugh.

———

Your room was warm. Law hadn’t realized how cold he had been on the deck, the shivers deep in his bones from the snow on Punk Hazard.

“Only a few more nights of sailing and the temperature should be warmer… we’re finally leaving that place behind”

You broke the silence, trying to make the situation less awkward as possible.

“You should ask Zoro or Sanji for a lighter shirt tomorrow… you’ll suffocate if you sleep in that sweater…”

“I’ll be okay…”

Law muttered. He was standing in the middle of the room, and for the first time he looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His hand was still holding yours, but it had probably not registered in his mind.

“Come on, let’s sit down…”

You decided to take the first step and tugged him along until he was sat on the bed. He sat down stiffly, instinctively positioning on the edge of the bed and curling up on himself to give you as much space as he could.

“Torao… don’t do that…” - You spoke soflty - “I invited you here…You’re allowed to take up space, I don’t mind”

Those words for some reason hit closer than Law had expected, and his heart did an annoying flip in his chest. He never wanted to take much space in his life, and even if you were referring to the bed, it felt like you were trying to soothe a deeper insecurity. He hesitantly made himself comfortable, though his heart was still racing in his chest.

On the other hand, you looked more comfortable than him as you laid down on the other side of the bed.

Time passed by, both of you were still awake. You had expected that it would have taken him a bit for him to relax, but you weren’t expecting him to talk.

“I don’t sleep well…”

He muttered, barely above a whisper

“Sorry?”

“I don’t sleep well. Nightmares”

He added softly, his cheeks returning to the pinkish shade of earlier.

“Hey…” You couldn’t help but coo, your heart aching for the poor man.

“No… no need to pity me or- or comfort me… I just needed to warn you since we’ll be sharing the room. You’re free to kick me back out on the deck now”

Your eyes softened, and you shifted so you could look at him. He wasn’t meeting your eyes.

“Luffy had nightmares almost every night after Marineford, he slept with me until he felt safe enough to go back to his bunk…” - you began softly - “And same thing happened to the others… they come here, usually… say I know how to deal with it, or that I chase the nightmares away”

Law looked at you then and saw you smiling fondly as you thought of your friends. His whole posture was softening, starting to really feel safe in your presence.

“Just saying that I would never kick you out, especially not for something you can’t control…”

His eyes softened then he nodded, taking a deep breath.

A few more minutes passed. You checked to see if Law was still awake before speaking again.

“So… why Dressrosa?”

“I told you, didn’t I?”

He turned to look at you.

“Yes, but I want the real reason”

His eyes widened for a moment. Law didn’t like people reading him so easily. And the fact that he was about to tell you the truth, that he hated even more.

“Doflamingo. He hurt me”

He didn’t go into the details. That was a heavier conversation for when his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. But still it was a lot, too much if you asked him. More than he had told anyone in years.

“Then he’ll pay…”

Your voice came out soft and determined, and in that moment Law realized that sometimes you sounded just like Luffy.

“That’s… enough for you?”

He asked in a shaky voice, his eyes looking for something in yours he couldn’t even name.

Understanding? Care?

“What more would I need? I do not know who this guy is, but no one gets away with hurting my friends…”

You smiled gently.

“W-We are not friends, Y/N-ya”

He stuttered unconvincingly, looking everywhere but at you. His cheeks were flushed again.

“Okay, okay… allies, then…”

You winked knowingly before blowing out the candle and putting him out of his misery. You settled in the bed, Law only an outline in the darkness next to you.

“Y/N-ya?”

His soft voice calls out in the darkness.

“Yes, Law?”

You called him Law, not Torao. Why did he notice that? Why did that make his heart skip a beat again? You heard his breath hitch in the darkness.

“Thank you”

His voice was finally starting to sound sleepy. Your heart melted, and Law could imagine your smile even if he couldn’t see you. You reached out in the darkness, your hand finding his by accident, but still giving it a gentle squeeze. A silent answer to his ‘thank you’.

A beat passed. Then another. Law wasn’t letting go of your hand for the third time that night. You turned your focus to his breath. It was calm, relaxed. It didn’t sound nervous anymore. Trafalgar Law had fallen asleep, and you didn’t have it in you to let his hand go.

———

Morning crept in the following day casting a soft hue of light on your face. You woke up to Law sitting up as he watched you. He looked rested, like he had slept well. You hadn’t been woken up by him thrashing around or screaming during the night and that filled you with hope.

“Morning, Torao”

You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Morning, Y/N-ya”

He answered in his usual soft voice. He seemed to have regained his composure.

“Your crew was right… You seem to keep the nightmares away…”

He whispered, absentmindedly tracing the shape of his hand tattoo with his finger. He looked genuinely surprised.

“I’m happy to help… so, same time tonight?”

Law blushed, looking away.

“Really?”

“Of course… I wasn’t going to throw you out after a one night thing”

You winked, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“Shut up…”

Law tried his best to conceal his little laugh, but it was still evident in his voice.

“Who knows… we could end up being good friends…”

“Al-“

“Allies, I know…” - You smiled brightly at him - “Now come on, Sanji made breakfast…”

“You wanna try this?” You ask Law, mouth full of your favourite food, and he nods his head and you hum. “Your loss.”

Law was angry at you. You went on a mission without his consent. Who cares if Mugiwara-ya wouldn’t shut up about wanting you to tag along, you’re still supposed to say no to him - or better yet, ask Law first. He was your husband but in serious situations, he was your Captain. But of course, he had planned a day with you at the restaurant, so he wasn’t going to let you down.

He took a bite out of his rice. As he did, he felt something shift in the air; something odd, something cold, something not you wrap themselves awkwardly around him, barely touching him but still close.

You look up. Brows furrowed.

“Oh my God, Law?” She laughed happily, pulling away from the hug. “I had so much fun last night!”

You raise one eyebrow. Look back and forth between the two.

“I don’t know you.” He deadpans, then turns to you. “I swear I don’t know her.”

You were calm. Too calm.

“Fun?” You ask the girl.

She grinned at you.

“Y/N, I don’t know her.” Law says, voice tight, and when the girl laughed, he scowled.

“Yeah right. Well, enjoy your dinner.” She says. “Bye!”

She gave you a wink, blew a kiss, and walked off.

You remain silent. Look at the plate. Before you could open your mouth to reassure Law that it was a prank, that she was a passerby in need of some money so you paid her for this prank, he used his powers to take you both outside after slamming the bill down on the table.

“I swear—” Law says, wind now blowing as the two of you stood near the sea. He was slightly panicked. “I don’t know her.”

You could carry this on and bask in his discomfort but for his sake, you don’t. He was a very anxious man, you didn’t want to make him spiral.

“I know you don’t.”

Law’s brows furrowed. “You don’t…?” His voice trailed off. You grin at him. He let out a sigh, body relaxing.

You let out a quiet laugh.

He couldn’t help it. His lip quirked.

“First the mission and now this? Why do I even put up with you?”

“Because you can’t live without me.” You say, placing your arms around his neck. “Are we cool now?”

“No.”

You huff. He softens.

One of the dumbest ideas I've had.

The 'shorter' kiss (drabbles)

- ❝request; You're shorter than your man, too short to reach for a kiss unless you tiptoe, tug on his collar and have him lean down for you, that is.❞

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, short!reader; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 300 for each seperate fic, roughly.

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Oda make Mlem and Lucci canon already, thanks! >ᴗ<❞

cont: swearing, fluff, suggestiveness.

fem reader.

MINORS DNI.

Includes Zoro, Law, Kid, Sanji, Crocodile, Ace and Shanks.

Trafalgar Law x reader

Summary:

In a world bound by the Red Thread, Trafalgar D. Water Law has spent his life ignoring the faint pull at his pinky—another thing he refuses to let control him. Fate, to him, is just another illusion.

That illusion shatters the moment he crosses paths with you—a Marine Captain sworn to capture pirates like him.

The cruelest part?

You are everything he stands against.

And yet, you’re the one person he can’t escape.

The first time it happened, you thought it was exhaustion.

Marineford had a way of grinding even the strongest down—endless reports, patrol rotations, the constant hum of tension that never quite faded. As a Captain, you weren’t afforded the luxury of slowing down. Not when the seas were getting more unstable by the day. Not when pirates were growing bolder.

So when it hit you—sharp, sudden, and entirely wrong—you didn’t recognize it for what it was.

You were standing in your office, pen hovering over a half-finished report, when your chest tightened.

Not pain.

Not yours.

It came in a wave—cold, controlled, calculating. Not fear, not panic… but something sharper. Focus laced with irritation. The kind that simmered just beneath the surface, restrained only by discipline.

Your grip tightened on the pen.

“…What?”

The feeling lingered just long enough to unsettle you before fading like it had never been there at all.

You exhaled slowly, setting the pen down.

Lack of sleep. That had to be it.

You didn’t think about it again.

Except it didn’t stop.

The next time, you were in the training yard.

Steel clashed against steel, the sharp ring of blades echoing across the open space as recruits sparred under your watch. You corrected stances, barked orders, kept everything running with precision.

Then—

A flicker.

Not sight. Not sound.

A feeling.

Sharp annoyance—no, irritation, edged with something colder. Like someone biting back words they didn’t want to say. It hit you mid-step, making you falter just slightly.

“…Captain?”

One of the recruits hesitated, noticing.

You straightened immediately. “Focus.”

They snapped back into position.

But your mind didn’t.

Because this time, it didn’t fade right away.

It lingered.

A quiet, simmering presence at the edge of your thoughts, like standing too close to someone without actually seeing them.

Your hand curled slightly at your side.

That wasn’t yours.

You knew your own emotions. You had spent years mastering them, shaping them into something useful, controlled. This—this was foreign. Too precise. Too distinct.

And then, just as suddenly as it came—

Gone.

Like a thread snapping loose.

You stood there for a moment longer than necessary.

“…Tch.”

You turned away before anyone could question you.

By the third time, you couldn’t ignore it.

It happened at night.

Of course it did.

The base was quiet, the kind of stillness that only came in the dead hours before dawn. You were supposed to be asleep. You had every intention of being asleep.

Instead, you were staring at the ceiling.

Because something wasn’t right.

It started as a faint pull.

Not physical—not exactly—but close enough that you could almost feel it. A subtle tug, like something gently insisting on your attention.

Your hand shifted against the sheets, fingers curling slightly.

Your pinky felt… strange.

Warm.

You frowned.

And then—

A rush.

Not irritation this time.

Pain.

Sharp. Sudden. Controlled—but there.

Your breath caught.

Not yours.

Not yours.

It was too distant, too detached in a way that didn’t belong to you. Like someone acknowledging pain rather than reacting to it.

A professional.

Your body went still.

The feeling lingered—just a second longer than before—before easing, dulling, fading into nothing.

Silence returned.

But your heartbeat didn’t slow.

You pushed yourself upright, eyes narrowing in the dark.

“…What the hell is this?”

You weren’t asking the room.

You already knew the answer.

You just didn’t want to accept it.

You had heard the stories.

Everyone had.

The Red Thread.

A childish myth, dressed up as something more. Something people clung to when they wanted meaning where there was none.

Invisible connections. Soulmates. Shared emotions.

Fate.

You had dismissed it years ago.

Because the idea that something like that could dictate your life?

Your choices?

Who you were tied to?

It was ridiculous.

Dangerous, even.

And yet—

Your gaze dropped slowly to your hand.

Your pinky.

Nothing there.

Of course there wasn’t.

There never was.

But the warmth hadn’t been imagined.

The pull hadn’t been imagined.

The emotions—

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face.

“No.”

The word was quiet. Firm.

Final.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, standing.

You weren’t going to entertain this.

Not now. Not ever.

You had a duty.

A position.

A responsibility to uphold.

Whatever this was—fatigue, stress, your mind playing tricks on you—it didn’t matter.

You would ignore it.

Just like you ignored distractions.

Just like you ignored anything that threatened your focus.

Simple.

Clean.

Controlled.

Morning came too quickly.

You moved through it like you always did—precise, efficient, composed. Orders given. Reports reviewed. Patrols assigned.

Nothing out of place.

Nothing wrong.

Except—

It happened again.

This time, you were in a meeting.

Vice Admiral speaking. Strategies being discussed. Names of pirates thrown around like pieces on a board.

Your attention was sharp.

Until—

A shift.

Subtle. Quiet.

But there.

Amusement.

Low. Dry. Barely there—but unmistakable.

Your expression didn’t change.

But something in your chest tightened.

Because it didn’t belong to you.

You weren’t amused.

Not by this.

Not by anything being discussed.

And yet, the feeling brushed against your mind like a passing thought that wasn’t yours to have.

Brief.

Controlled.

Gone.

Your fingers tapped once against the table before stilling.

“…Captain?”

You blinked, refocusing.

“Yes, Vice Admiral.”

“Your input.”

Right.

You straightened slightly, voice steady. “Increased patrols along the trade routes would be more effective than direct engagement. Force them to move. Limit their options.”

The Vice Admiral nodded slowly.

“Agreed.”

The meeting continued.

But your mind didn’t settle.

Because now you knew.

This wasn’t random.

This wasn’t stress.

This wasn’t exhaustion.

This was consistent.

Distinct.

Real.

Your jaw tightened slightly.

Somewhere out there—

Someone was feeling this too.

Or worse—

Causing it.

You didn’t notice the way your hand curled slightly at your side again.

Didn’t notice the faint, almost imperceptible warmth at your pinky.

Didn’t notice the thread beginning to pull just a little tighter.

Far out at sea—

Someone else paused, just for a second.

Irritated.

Distracted.

Unaware that the same invisible line had begun to tug back.

Far beneath the surface, where sunlight fractured into thin, wavering ribbons, the sea was quiet.

Not peaceful—never that—but controlled.

Contained.

The yellow hull of the Polar Tang cut through the water with steady precision, its engines humming low and constant. Inside, everything moved like it always did—organized chaos under strict discipline.

And at the center of it—

Trafalgar D. Water Law stood over an operating table, gloved hands steady, gaze sharp beneath the brim of his hat.

“Hold him still.”

His voice was calm. Flat.

A patient lay unconscious beneath the harsh surgical lights, chest rising shallowly as Bepo hovered nearby, visibly tense.

“I am holding him still!” Bepo insisted, though his voice wavered slightly.

Law didn’t respond.

Scalpel in hand, he worked with precise, practiced movements—cut, adjust, stitch—each motion deliberate. Detached.

Focused.

Exactly as it should be.

Until—

Something slipped.

Not in his hands.

Never that.

In his chest.

A flicker.

So brief it almost didn’t exist.

His hand paused for half a second.

“…Captain?” Bepo’s voice dropped.

Law didn’t look up.

“…Nothing.”

The word came too quickly.

Too sharp.

Because it wasn’t nothing.

It was—

Annoyance.

Not his.

His grip on the scalpel tightened ever so slightly.

Tch.

He resumed without another word, movements just as precise as before. No hesitation. No error.

But the feeling lingered.

Faint.

Controlled.

Foreign.

Like someone standing just behind him, just out of sight.

Watching.

Judging.

Irritating.

His jaw set.

He finished the procedure in silence, tying off the final stitch with a practiced flick of his wrist.

“Done.”

Bepo exhaled in relief. “That was fast…”

Law pulled off his gloves, already turning away. “Monitor him. He’ll wake up in a few hours.”

“Got it!”

The door slid shut behind him with a quiet hiss.

The corridor was dimly lit, the steady hum of the submarine pressing in from all sides.

Law walked without direction at first.

Then slower.

Then—

He stopped.

“…Tch.”

His hand flexed at his side.

There it was again.

Not as strong.

But there.

A presence brushing against his thoughts like static.

He didn’t like it.

Didn’t like anything about it.

Law was not a man prone to distractions. His mind was his own—sharp, controlled, precise. Nothing slipped through unless he allowed it.

This—

This wasn’t something he allowed.

And yet it kept happening.

Irritation flared again—his this time—and almost instantly, something else overlapped it.

Calm.

Cold.

Disciplined.

Not his.

His eyes narrowed.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The words were low, almost lost in the hum of the submarine.

He knew what this was.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

The Red Thread.

A stupid concept. One he had dismissed long ago along with every other illusion people used to justify their weaknesses.

Fate.

Soulmates.

Connections that couldn’t be broken.

His fingers curled slightly.

If that were true—

Then someone, somewhere, was connected to him.

Feeling this.

Interfering.

Uninvited.

Unwanted.

His expression darkened.

“No.”

The word was quiet.

Final.

Law turned sharply, coat shifting behind him as he started walking again—faster this time.

He wasn’t going to entertain this.

He had more important things to deal with than some invisible string trying to dictate his life.

If someone out there was connected to him—

Then they were going to learn very quickly that he had no intention of playing along.

Hours later, he sat alone in his office.

Charts spread across the desk. Routes mapped out. Plans forming, shifting, adjusting.

Control.

That’s what mattered.

Control over his crew.

Over his path.

Over his future.

Not fate.

Not coincidence.

Not—

A flicker.

Law’s pen stilled.

There it was again.

Clearer this time.

Focused.

Sharp.

Strategic.

His gaze lowered slowly to the page, though he wasn’t reading it anymore.

“…Marine.”

The word slipped out before he could stop it.

Because he recognized it.

Not the person.

Not the identity.

But the feeling.

Discipline.

Structure.

Control forged through training, not instinct.

It wasn’t just anyone.

It was someone used to command.

His fingers tapped once against the desk.

Then stilled.

“…A Captain, maybe.”

A pause.

Then a quiet, irritated exhale.

Of course it would be.

If fate was going to be cruel, it wouldn’t do it halfway.

A Marine.

Of all people.

His grip tightened slightly around the pen.

For a moment, neither feeling came through.

No irritation.

No calm.

Just—

Silence.

Like both ends of the thread had gone still at the same time.

Waiting.

Then—

A faint pull.

Subtle.

Persistent.

His pinky twitched.

Warm.

Annoying.

Real.

Law’s expression hardened.

“…Stay out of my head.”

The command was low, firm—

And meant for someone who couldn’t even hear him.

Or so he thought.

Because far above the sea—

Something shifted.