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since it's pride month, i'm going to freak out on main. i want him bent over my desk asap.

He has been a very entertaining character since introduction but during Punk Hazard and Dressrosa the gags are always about the things happening to him (reacting to the Strawhats for example). He is never an active participant, more so a crash dummy or, well... a puppet on strings.

And then we meet back up with him in Wano and what is the very first thing he does? Troll Luffy. And then he disguises himself with the stupid bucket hat, he fanboys about his favourite childhood comic, he sits on Sanji, teleports a step in front of Robin, uses Haki to de-feminize himself!

He's no longer just a passive sufferer of whatever fate (Oda) has in store. He's his very own clown.

The fact that the love sickness and Trafalgar Law exists in the same universe and nobody writes him with it. A character surrounded by the concepts of love does deserve to suffer again, but this time, it's with yearning for someone.

Pure, raw yearning.

So strong it threatens to take ones life unless the two lovers reunite.

Every damn time, these absolutely amazing artists, is it a writer a drawer or once Oda himself, picture Law with the white lead disease, completely different illnesses, basic fever, but nobody asks themselves what would happen to Law is he ever got the sickness that got rid of multiple generations of the empresses in Kuja island.

Make that man suffer trough his love, trough yearning something he can never have. Make him feel the need to be close to someone, the consequence being literal death.

It just makes him seem so much more human. He isnt an emotionless pirate, the opposite, he expresses so many emotions, perhaps he is just scared of getting taken advantage of. Especially Love.

Trafalgar d water law x fem¡reader 

Summery. He needs your attention.

tag(s)&warning(s). Spoiler for wano and dressrosa.

 Author’s Note. I know it’s been forever, but I finally found this request buried somewhere in my drafts — and honestly? It was too good to leave unfinished.

The Thousand Sunny cut through the Grand Line’s tumultuous waves, a vibrant speck of wood and canvas against the vast, unpredictable ocean, serving as the initial stage where an unlikely bond began to forge. Following the chaotic events of Punk Hazard, Trafalgar Law had found himself practically held hostage by the sheer, unyielding hospitality of the Straw Hat Pirates—a crew that defied every rule of pirate etiquette he had ever known. 

Amidst the deafening roar of Luffy’s laughter and the constant, explosive energy of the deck, you had stood out to the Surgeon of Death not just because of your position as a formidable fighter within Luffy’s inner circle, but due to the sharp, grounding intellect you possessed. While the others reveled in chaos, you had approached Law with a quiet, observant charisma that disarmed his usual defenses, offering him a reprieve from the madness with genuine conversation and a surprisingly deep understanding of the Grand Line's shifting political tides. Sitting against the mast under the starlit sky during those long nights sailing toward Dressrosa, the initial icy barrier of a mere tactical alliance began to thaw, replaced by a mutual respect that saw the stoic captain lingering in your presence far longer than necessary. It was during one of those quiet, vulnerable moments, with the ship rocking gently and the smell of sea salt heavy in the night air, that he had murmured his true name—Trafalgar D. Water Law—a whispered secret that felt like a profound shift in the gravity between you, cementing an unspoken trust before the storm of Doflamingo’s downfall tore through your lives.

By the time the alliance reached the secluded, mist-shrouded shores of Wano Country, that quiet bond had evolved into a complex, lingering tension that neither of you had fully codified, suspended somewhere between the roles of strategic allies and intimate confidants. The atmosphere in Wano was heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms, damp earth, and the underlying electric current of a brewing revolution, providing a backdrop that kept everyone’s nerves frayed and instincts sharp. Law had retreated into his duties with a fierce, almost desperate intensity, locking himself away for hours on end inside a makeshift strategy room within one of the alliance's hidden safehouses to pore over maps, troop movements, and Kaido’s defensive weak points. The room was a dim, cramped space illuminated only by the flickering glow of a few low candles that cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient wooden walls, smelling faintly of old parchment, ink, and the sterile tang of his medical supplies. For a full day, the heavy wooden door remained firmly shut, leaving you to your own devices while the rest of the Heart and Straw Hat crews mingled in the courtyard outside, the distant sound of their rowdy camaraderie filtering through the cracks in the walls as a constant reminder of the life continuing without him.

Deprived of your usual sparring and debating partner, you had gravitated toward the courtyard, where Penguin, Shachi, and several other members of the Heart Pirates were taking a break from their own preparations, instantly drawing them into your orbit with your natural, effortless charm. Sitting cross-legged on a smooth stone bench beneath a sprawling, ancient sakura tree that dropped pale pink petals onto the grass, you held the pirates completely captive with tales of your crew’s wildest escapades and demonstrations of your own combat prowess. Your voice, rich and animated, carried clearly through the crisp afternoon air, punctuated by the sharp, impressive whistle of your weapon as you casually demonstrated a complex defensive stance that left the surrounding men wide-eyed with admiration. Penguin and Shachi were practically leaning over over each other, their usual goofy demeanor amplified as they hung on your every word, their faces flushed with a mixture of awe and standard pirate infatuation as they watched the confident, mesmerizing way you commanded the space. To them, you weren't just a powerful ally who had survived the horrors of the New World alongside Monkey D. Luffy; you were a stunning, magnetic force of nature, and they were more than happy to bask in your warmth while their terrifying captain remained buried under mountains of paperwork.

The heavy wooden door of the safehouse finally creaked open with a sharp, echoing groan, and Trafalgar Law stepped out into the blinding daylight, his dark eyes instantly narrowing as the raucous laughter from the courtyard assaulted his sleep-deprived senses. His trademark fur-spotted hat was pulled low, casting a dark shadow over a face etched with exhaustion and an irritable scowl that deepened the moment his gaze locked onto the center of the commotion: you. Seeing his own loyal crew members completely captivated, hovering over you like love-struck fools while you smiled warmly at something Shachi said, ignited a strange, hot coil of frustration deep within his chest—a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy that he couldn't quite name but thoroughly detested. He adjusted the heavy nodachi, Kikoku, over his shoulder, his knuckles whitening against the black hilt as he marched down the wooden steps, his heavy boots thudding against the dirt with a deliberate, aggressive cadence that immediately caused the nearest Heart Pirates to stiffen in terror. He didn't understand why the sight of you sharing your time so freely with others irritated him so profoundly, but the lingering memory of his name on your lips made the current distance between you feel like an intolerable insult to the unspoken bond you shared.

"Hey, Captain! You're finally out!" Penguin called out cheerily, completely oblivious to the dark aura radiating from the warlord until Law stopped a mere two paces away, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the entire group. Law didn’t even acknowledge his subordinate, his intense, smoldering gaze fixed entirely on you as he cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the remaining chatter like a chilled blade, "We need to review the western flank routes again. Now." You didn't flinch under his icy stare; instead, a slow, incredibly amused smirk played at the corners of your lips as you looked up, thoroughly enjoying the blatant possessiveness rolling off him in waves despite his attempt at a professional demeanor. You leaned back against the stone bench, tilting your head slightly to let your eyes trace the sharp line of his jaw before you deliberately turned your attention back to Shachi, offering the blushing pirate a brilliant, dazzling smile as you patted his shoulder. "Just a minute, Law," you said smoothly, your voice carrying a playful, attractive lilt that made the hidden tension in the air thrum. "Shachi was just telling me about how you guys navigated that sea king nest near Zou, and I really want to hear the end of it."

The blatant dismissal hit Law like a physical blow, his jaw tightening so hard a small muscle ticked in his cheek as he watched you actively choose his subordinate’s company over his own. The surrounding pirates suddenly found the grass beneath their boots incredibly fascinating, sensing the dangerous shift in their captain's temperature as Law took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming as he loomed directly over your bench. "The sea king story can wait. The raid on Onigashima cannot," he growled, his voice dropping an octave into a low, gravelly vibration that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine, though you maintained your cool, unbothered facade. You stood up slowly, brushing a stray cherry blossom petal from your clothes with an agonisingly deliberate grace, before meeting his fierce gaze with a challenging spark in your own eyes, completely unfazed by the fearsome reputation that made the rest of the world tremble. "Fine, fine, duty calls," you murmured with a theatrical sigh, giving the disappointed crew one last, lingering wave before turning on your heel to follow the brooding captain back toward the safehouse, your hips swaying just enough to keep his dark eyes glued to your retreating form.

The moment the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind the two of you, cutting off the sounds of the courtyard and plunging you back into the dim, candle-lit intimacy of the strategy room, Law’s professional composure dissolved entirely. Before you could even utter a witty remark about his attitude, a strong, tattooed hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly but gently around your wrist to halt your steps, pulling you back against his broad chest with a sudden, desperate urgency. 

The cool air of the private quarters settled over both of you like a soothing balm, the dim moonlight slicing through the small window pane and catching the sharp angles of Law’s face as he simply stared at you for a long, quiet moment. He didn't speak, nor did he move to touch you right away; he merely leaned against the wooden frame of the door he had just closed, his dark eyes scanning every line of your face with a fierce, quiet intensity as if he were trying to memorize you to survive the storm ahead. That silent, heavy gaze carried all the unsaid weight of his jealousy and his exhaustion, but as you gave him a soft, reassuring nod, the tension in his broad shoulders finally fractured, and he walked over to his low desk, gesturing for you to sit beside him. For the next few hours, the brooding captain morphed back into the brilliant tactician, and together you quietly went to work, your fingers occasionally brushing over the rough edges of old parchments as you cross-referenced troop movements and maps in a comfortable, focused silence that belonged only to the two of you.

Then came the fire and fury of the raid on Onigashima—a chaotic, earth-shattering nightmare where the sky itself seemed to split in half under the weight of monstrous ambitions. You, Zoro, and Luffy had fought through hell to bring Kaido down, pushing your bodies past every known human limit until the very air tasted of ozone, blood, and burning iron. It was a battle etched in absolute desperation, culminating in that magnificent, bizarre moment when Luffy unlocked his absurd, laughing Joy Boy form, turning the terrifying Emperor of the Sea into nothing more than a fading memory against the Wano sky. When the dust finally settled and the borders of the isolated country were metaphorically torn wide open, the sheer, unadulterated relief demanded an equally legendary celebration. All three crews—the Straw Hats, the Heart Pirates, and the Kid Pirates—convened in a massive, sprawling courtyard to toast to a victory that none of them were entirely sure they would survive to see.

The celebration was deafeningly loud, a chaotic sea of clinking sake cups, roaring laughter, and the overwhelming scent of roasted meats and spilled alcohol heavy in the warm night air. Law, predictable as always, stood on the periphery of the madness, his arms crossed over his chest and his fur-spotted hat pulled low to shield his eyes from the obnoxious glare of the festival lanterns. He despised crowds, he despised the noise, and he especially despised the rowdy, unfiltered energy that Luffy and Eustass Kid brought to any room they occupied. Yet, despite his deep desire to vanish into the shadows, his golden eyes remained fiercely anchored to one specific spot in the middle of the courtyard: you.

You were sitting on a large wooden crate, looking bruised but radiantly alive, surrounded by a lively mix of his own crew—Penguin and Shachi leaning in close—and a couple of rowdy members from Kid’s crew who were loudly gesturing about your combat skills. Seeing those rival pirates laughing at your jokes and leaning into your personal space made that familiar, ugly knot of jealousy tighten in Law's throat all over again. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of the entire alliance, so he bided his time, his intense gaze tracking your every movement through the crowd, waiting with the predatory patience of a surgeon for the exact moment you finally excused yourself to get away from the suffocating heat of the main party.

The moment you stepped into the quieter, shadowed corridors beneath the ancient castle structure to catch your breath, a gloved hand gently but firmly gripped your elbow, pulling you into the darkness before you could even register a threat. You didn't flinch, already recognizing the familiar, grounding scent of antiseptic and cedar wood that always accompanied the Surgeon of Death. Without a word, Law led you down a series of descending stone staircases, deep into the subterranean underbelly of Wano, far below where the muffled thumping of the celebration could still be heard. He navigated the damp, labyrinthine paths until the two of you emerged into a vast, breathtaking underground cavern—the exact historical site hidden deep beneath the island, where a massive, ancient aquarium lay embedded within the very foundations of the earth.

The air down here was ancient, cool, and thick with the scent of damp earth and centuries of forgotten history, the towering glass walls of the subterranean reservoir casting a monumental shadow under the faint, ethereal glow of the water. Near the base of the structural foundation was a remarkably small, narrow opening—a carved stone viewing portal or alcove just wide enough for someone to crawl inside to get a closer look at the deep-water life contained within. Intrigued by the sheer scale of the beautiful, glowing marine life, you dropped to your hands and knees and carefully crawled through the tight opening, your eyes widening in awe as you looked up at the stunning, exotic fish drifting lazily through the deep blue water, their iridescent scales casting shimmering patterns across the dark stone walls.

Suddenly, a low, familiar whisper echoed through the enclosed space: "Room. Shambles."

With a soft, localized flash of blue light, the air crackled, and you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with Law, who had teleported himself right into the cramped viewing alcove beside you, his tall frame forced to bend over awkwardly to fit.

dropped him directly into the cramped, hollow stone belly of the massive artifact alongside you, the immediate, suffocating proximity had forced a temporary truce between his lingering jealousy and his exhausting duties. For several long minutes, you both remained curled within the hollow monument, the cool, smooth stone beneath your hands vibrating faintly with the historical resonance of Wano’s deepest secrets. Law’s tall frame was bent awkwardly over you, his long legs tucked tightly as his broad shoulders brushed against yours with every measured breath he took, his intense golden eyes shifting seamlessly from the beautiful, glowing fish navigating the deep tank to the soft contour of your profile.

It was an incredibly intimate, wordless interlude, but the sheer heat radiating from his body in the cramped space eventually made the air feel too thick to breathe, prompting you to slowly back your way out of the narrow opening and into the vast expanse of the cavern.

As you slid out onto the damp stone floor and rose to your feet, brushing the centuries-old dust from your clothes, Law followed immediately behind you, unfolding his towering height with a slow, lethal grace that instantly dominated your personal space. Instead of immediately lunging forward with the raw hunger that had been burning in his chest all evening, he surprised you by leaning back against the smooth, massive curvature of the artifact, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest while his dark gaze anchored to yours. The silence between you stretched out, no longer tense or competitive, but deeply grounding as the reality of your shared survival finally began to sink into the quiet spaces of his brilliant, overactive mind.

You leaned your back against the stone beside him, looking up at the monumental structure before letting out a soft, reflective laugh. "You know... that's the second time our alliance has ended up with a massive, impossible win. First Doflamingo, and now Kaido. We're a pretty terrifying team when we actually stick to the plan."

Law let out a low, weary exhale through his nose, his jaw tightening slightly before it relaxed completely, a rare, vulnerable expression washing over his sharp features beneath the dim, amber glow of the cavern’s moss. "An alliance that should have fallen apart a dozen times over, thanks to the sheer, unadulterated idiocy of your captain and Eustass," he replied, his voice dropping into a quiet, gravelly rumble that echoed softly against the stone walls. "But... yes. The calculated probability of our survival was less than ten percent when we started this madness in Punk Hazard. To stand here now, with Kaido dead and Wano’s borders on the verge of opening... it defies every logical metric I’ve ever studied."

The smile faded slightly from your lips as a heavier, more daunting realization settled over you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes tracing his profile in the shadows. "But the alliance is over now, isn't it? The Emperors are down. The goal we set on Punk Hazard is officially complete." You paused, the space between you suddenly feeling fragile. "What happens next, Law? Are we just... back to being rival pirates? Will we ever even cross paths again, or are we going to end up fighting the next time we meet on the sea?"

The question hung heavily in the cool, damp air of the cavern, thick with the unsaid fear of the future. Law didn't answer right away. He lowered his crossed arms, his golden eyes darkening into something deeply intense as he turned fully toward you, stepping directly into your space until the tips of his boots brushed against yours. He reached out, his long, tattooed fingers gently gripping your chin to tilt your face upward, forcing you to look directly into the raw seriousness of his gaze.

"Do you honestly think I could just look at you as a rival after everything?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low, vibrating with a fierce sincerity that made your breath hitch. "The alliance with Straw Hat might be legally concluded, but what exists between you and me doesn't have a contract. I didn't give you my real name just to draw a sword against you on the next island. If the sea doesn't bring us together naturally, then I'll navigate the Grand Line myself to find you. You've thoroughly ruined my ability to be alone, and I have no intention of letting you go."

The raw, unshielded certainty of his words sent a violent shiver straight down your spine, your hands automatically reaching up to grip the fabric of his shirt as his words completely demolished the remaining distance between your hearts. The stoic, terrifying Surgeon of Death vanished, replaced entirely by a man who was simply, profoundly claiming you as his permanent anchor in a chaotic world. His hands slid down from your chin to grip your waist with a bruising, desperate intensity, pinning your back firmly against the ancient, smooth stone of the artifact.

"Stop worrying about the future," he growled softly against your lips, his hot breath brushing your skin a second before he completely lost his remaining restraint.

Law leaned down and captured your mouth in a fierce, deeply possessive kiss that utterly obliterated the quiet cavern around you. His mouth moved against yours with a wild, untamed hunger that had been building through every battle and every stolen glance across Wano. 

It wasn't the tentative, careful kiss of an ally; it was the raw, demanding claim of a pirate who had finally found the one treasure he refused to ever let go of. His tongue slid smoothly against yours, tasting faintly of victory sake and the intoxicating warmth of your skin, sending a scorching wave of heat through your entire body that melted away the residual chill of the subterranean cave.

As the kiss deepened, his hands slid hungrily down from your waist, his large palms gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you effortlessly up against the solid, unyielding plane of his chest. You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, anchoring yourself to him as your hands tore at his dark hair, pulling him closer as the two of you melted into a breathless, tangled chaos of touch, heat, and absolute, unconditional surrender under the silent watch of Wano's forgotten history.

Traffy <3

Characters: Law

Summary: After you’re poisoned mid-battle, Law refuses to leave your side, fighting exhaustion and fear, until you finally wake up.

Masterlist

One second, you were sprinting across the deck of the Polar Tang as enemy pirates swarmed the railings. The next, there was shouting, gunfire, the crackle of Haki in the air. Law was ahead of you, sword out; Room already spreading beneath his boots in a shimmering circle of power. 

You were keeping up fine, until someone you didn’t notice slipped in behind you. A sting at your side. A needle? A blade? You couldn’t tell. A burning flooded your veins almost instantly. 

Your vision doubled. The deck tilted. Your knees buckled 

A/N: Sorry, this probably isn't as angsty as you had in mind...it's a bit more silly than anything. And apologies that it's super short too (I seriously thought it was way longer than this)! I hope this is at least to your liking though! I haven't written for Law in a good while, so hopefully this is decent. Thank you for requesting!

Loneliness

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Word Count: 725

Tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, fluff

Brief Summary: You are unable to shake this feeling of loneliness. You end up confiding in Law.

☆Exhausted☆

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💥~☆ Ooooo! I do love a good one bed trope, let's hope i did it justice!~☆

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Trafalgar D water law x gn! Reader,

~☆SPOILERS FOR WANO!☆~

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- It was right after the battle of Wano that it had happened. After a long day of quite frankly many insane revelations about your captain, throwing the fucking King of the Beasts around like a squeaky toy, dying and then... not?? It was very confusing, all you wanted was to damn sleep and rest and not even think,

- Denjiro had pointed towards a room that you could stay in, the Thousand Sunny was way too far away and you needed rest now, getting your ass kicked by Who's Who was not fun,

- But when you do open the door? Who else do you see but the surgeon of death himself,

"Tch! Y/n-ya?! What the hell are you doing, get out!"

- Law would scowl, his bandages tugging as he grunts, trying to sit up. His fingers twitch with the motion to teleport you away, but he then pauses as you speak,

"I was assigned the same room as you dickhead! Now budge up"

- You snap back and barely manage to take a few steps before Law has to reach out and tug you in.

- Law shifts to the left side and he just shoves a pillow between you both,

"Stay on your side."

- The very second that you eventually try and move the pillow because its been bothering you? Law uses his good leg and kicks you out of the bed.

"Told ya"

- That fucking smirk would cross his face as youd get back on the bed. Very annoyed. But eventually sleep finds you as you curl up on the right side of the bed,

- But that smirk immediatley falls from Law's face as you quip back,

"Shut up bread boy, atleast I didnt get almost beaten to death by a milf. Thats the way that i want to go"

"I-...What??"

- Law just... looks at you, dumbfounded, like watching a very fascinating bug do something stupid under a magnifying glass,

"Atleast my captain didn't need help with a yonko"

- You grin, picking up one of the pillows and smacking Law, with it, he scowls and grabs the pillow,

"That is a low blow and you know it, like you would have done any better......Tch, Shut up and sleep y/n-ya. You're delirious from whatever pain meds Wanda gave you"

-Yeah so, that pillow between you earlier? Yeah....That didnt age well as the next morning you wake up with your face pressed against bandages, you can feel an arm slung around your side,

- Laws breathing is soft as his head is tilted back against the pillow, the pillow that had been between you both had been kicked onto the floor,

It takes a few minutes for Law to wake up, but when he does, its with quiet horror as he just stares at the ceiling, regretting ever creating this goddamn alliance with the Kid Pirates and the Strawhats.

He tries to be subtle as he removes his arm from you. But fails because he ends up cursing up storm as moving tugs on his wounds. Hes embarrassed but he let's you help him up, pulling his arm around your shoulder as you both move towards where the celebrations were taking place to go refuel on food.

Embarrassment doesnt last for long though. Law knows that cuddling with you was far less embarrassing then being carried over Luffys shoulder in Dressrosa.

Besides, maybe he enjoyed it...

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A thought that i HAVE to share with the world;

Law is the type of sadistic guy to leave hickeys on your carotid arteries & vertebral arteries of your neck or the femoral arteries in your thighs just to remind you that it is physically possible for a person to bite through them and he is definitely the type to be stubborn enough to succeed.

Like he just defo is, y'know? Him marking you up like that wouldn't just be to show that despite whatever relationship you might have, he's still THE surgeon of death but also him putting his mark on you. anyone with any anatomical knowledge would be able to tell how precise the marks are and they would just know

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Sorry im literally obsessed with him i NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT