(Authorās note: okay! If you donāt like it? Then you may keep your comments to yourself. Just donāt read it. We donāt need negativity!..š„°) I hope you enjoy to who ever reads it!! This is another random boyfriend senarios.
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His love letter he writes to youš:
The cramped quarters of the submarine hummed with a low, mechanical thrum. (Y/N) was organizing medical supplies when a crumpled piece of paper slid from beneath a stack of bandages. Curious, she unfolded it. The handwriting was atrocious, barely legible, like a spider had crawled across the page after a swim in ink.
"Toā¦ (Y/N)," it began, the words stilted and awkward. "Observation: Yourā¦ presenceā¦ mitigatesā¦ inefficiency. Hypothesis: Continued proximityā¦ notā¦ entirelyā¦ unpleasant. Addendum: Thighsā¦ structurallyā¦ sound. Conclusion: Tolerateā¦ existenceā¦ indefinitely."
(Y/N) stared at the note, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Law," she murmured, "you hopeless romantic." She tucked the note into her pocket, a warmth blooming in her chest. It was the most awkward love letter she had ever received, and yet, somehow, it was perfect.
He gets jealous of Bepoš»āāļø:
The submarine hummed with its usual low thrum, the red emergency lights casting long, dancing shadows across the metal walls. Law, after what felt like an eternity buried in his research, finally emerged, seeking the comforting presence of (Y/N). He'd envisioned a quiet evening, perhaps sharing a drink, or simply enjoying each other's company.Instead, he found a scene that sparked a flare of possessive irritation. (Y/N), his (Y/N), was sprawled out on top of Bepo, the fluffy mink fast asleep beneath her. Law's brow furrowed. His woman, snuggling with a polar bear? The audacity. A pout tugged at the corners of his lips, a rare and almost childish expression on his usually stoic face.With a silent sigh, he activated his Room. The familiar blue sphere enveloped the space, and with a flick of his wrist, (Y/N) floated effortlessly through the air, gently deposited into his waiting arms. He cancelled his ability, holding her close, a possessive grip that brooked no argument.(Y/N) blinked, disoriented, her eyes struggling to focus in the dim light. "Law?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. She looked up to see his face, the pout now fully formed, his eyes narrowed with what she could only describe as petulant jealousy. "What's wrong?""You," he grumbled, tightening his grip, pulling her closer until she was flush against him. "Sleeping with Bepo."A chuckle rumbled in (Y/N)'s chest, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. "Jealous, Captain?" she teased, reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his frown. "There's plenty of me to go around, you know. Besides," she added with a sly grin, "Bepo's a much better pillow."
Funny moment-before dating:
The situation was, to put it mildly, ridiculous. One moment, (Y/N) and Law were calmly navigating the submarine through a particularly dense patch of seaweed. The next, a rogue current had slammed them against a bizarrely buoyant rock formation, shaped suspiciously like a giant rubber duck.Now, they were stuck. The submarine wedged firmly between the duck's beak and its bulbous body. Law, naturally, was not amused. His usual stoic mask was strained, a vein throbbing ominously in his forehead. (Y/N), on the other hand, was struggling to contain her laughter."Well, Captain," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "looks like we're officially ducked."Law shot her a glare that could curdle milk. "This is hardly the time for yourā¦ humor, (Y/N).""Oh, come on," she chuckled, "admit it, it's a little funny. We're stuck on a giant rubber duck. Who gets to say that?"He pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting for composure. "Justā¦ try to think of a solution, will you? Before I Room us out of here and leave the submarine to its fate." (Y/N) grinned, ever unfazed by his threats. "Alright, alright. Let's seeā¦ maybe if we deflate the duck?"Law stared at her, a flicker of something akin to hope in his eyes. "You can do that?""Maybe," she shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But where's the fun in that?" She leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, "I say we ride the duck."
Funny moment: while dating.:
Three years into their unconventional partnership, (Y/N) had grown accustomed to Trafalgar Law's quirks. His perpetual scowl, his obsession with silence, and his uncanny ability to appear annoyed even when he was mildly amused. But nothing could have prepared her for this.They were in the middle of a fierce battle, surrounded by enemies, when Law suddenly stopped mid-attack. His eyes widened, and he pointed a trembling finger towards the horizon."(Y/N)," he whispered, his voice laced with a rare mix of awe and horror, "is that... a giant rubber duck?"Sure enough, bobbing serenely on the waves, was a colossal, inflatable rubber duck. It was so large that it dwarfed even the most formidable warships in the vicinity.(Y/N), never one to miss an opportunity for sarcasm, raised an eyebrow. "Why, Captain, I didn't know you had a fondness for bath toys."Law shot her a glare that could freeze lava. "This is not the time for jokes, (Y/N)! That thing is... unsettling.""Unsettling?" she chuckled. "I think it's rather adorable. Maybe it's here to help us win the battle. Distract our enemies with its sheer cuteness."As if on cue, the giant rubber duck let out a deafening squeak, causing the enemies to stumble in confusion. Law stared at the duck, then at (Y/N), a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes."Fine," he conceded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps your ridiculous observation has saved us."(Y/N) grinned. "I aim to please, Captain. Now, let's go quack some heads!"
He breaks somthing he was told not to touch:
Law had faced down admirals, emperors, and mythical beasts without flinching. Yet, the sight of (Y/N)'s serene smile vanishing was enough to send a shiver down his spine. It wasn't the shouting or the threats that terrified him; it was the unnerving calm that preceded her wrath.The artifact, a delicate, ancient vase she'd painstakingly acquired, lay in pieces at his feet. He'd been examining it, of course, purely for research purposes, when a rogue wave had rocked the ship. Now, the shattered remains were a testament to his clumsiness and a harbinger of his doom.He risked a glance at (Y/N), who stood frozen in the doorway. Her eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, were now dark and unreadable. "Law," she said softly, her voice dangerously low, "explain."He stammered, attempting to formulate a plausible excuse, but the words caught in his throat. He'd seen her angry before, but this was different. This was the wrath of a patient woman pushed too far.Without a word, she turned and walked away. Law didn't need to be told what was coming. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he had unleashed a storm unlike any he had ever faced.He fled. He ran through the ship, dodging bewildered crewmates, the image of the shattered vase burned into his mind. He could feel her presence closing in, the air growing heavy with her suppressed fury. Law, the stoic captain, was now a hunted man, running for his life from the woman he loved and the consequences of his actions. But (Y/N) was faster.The last thing he remembered was a flash of (H/C) hair, a swift kick to the back of his knees, and thenā¦nothing. He awoke to the salty spray of the ocean on his face and the unsettling realization that he was tied, quite securely, to the side of the submarine. A sign hung around his neck: "Free Bait." He could hear (Y/N)'s laughter echoing from inside the sub. He was at her mercy now.
