No Room for Jealousy?
GN Reader x Trafalgar Law
Based on anon request
Plot: Law uses shambles when he gets jealous.
You were near the bar with Ikkaku, laughing as she told you about Shachi getting swindled by a twelve-year-old earlier that afternoon.
“I wasn’t swindled,” Shachi shouted from the table.
“You paid two hundred berries for a rock,” Ikkaku called back.
“They said it was a local artifact!”
“It was a rock.”
You laughed into your cup.
A man beside you glanced over.
“You’ve got a nice laugh.”
You turned your head.
He was tall with a smile that had probably worked for him often enough to make him careless with it.
“Thanks,” you said politely.
He nodded toward your cup. “Can I buy the next one?”
“No, thank you.”
His smile did not fall. “Waiting for someone?”
You took another sip. “No.”
“Then one drink won’t hurt.”
At the table, something clicked.
A glass set down too hard.
“I said no,” you told him.
The man lifted both hands, still smiling. “Fair enough. Didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Good.”
He tilted his head. “Though if your friends are busy, I wouldn’t mind keeping you company.”
You felt the faint pull of Law’s power a half-second before it happened.
“Room.”
Your stomach dipped.
“Shambles.”
The tavern blurred.
You landed hard in someone’s lap.
A hand caught your hip.
A cup toppled.
Penguin yelped from the bar, now holding your drink.
You looked down.
Law looked up at you.
He had not moved from his chair. He sat exactly where he had been at the end of the table.
Except now you were sitting sideways across his lap.
His hand rested at your waist.
The entire Heart Pirate table went silent.
Then Shachi whispered, “Oh, this is bad.”
You stared at Law.
Law stared back.
Your heart slammed once, hard enough to annoy you.
“Captain,” you said.
“Yes?”
“Did you just Shambles me into your lap?”
Law looked past you toward the bar.
The man who had been talking to you was now standing beside Penguin.
“He was bothering you.”
“I had it handled.”
“I handled it faster.”
Your eyes narrowed. “That is not the point.”
“You landed safely.”
“In your lap.”
“It was the nearest open seat.”
“There are three open chairs.”
Across the table, Ikkaku pressed both hands over her mouth.
You could feel heat creeping up your neck.
Law’s face remained calm, but his fingers lightly traced up your side.
“You are unbelievable,” you said under your breath.
Law leaned back slightly, looking almost bored.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings.”
“My surroundings changed abruptly.”
Bepo made a faint distressed sound.
Shachi lost the battle and started laughing.
For one brief moment, something flickered across Law’s face.
Irritation, maybe.
Not with you.
With himself.
Law slowly removed his hand from your waist.
You stood, straightened your shirt, and picked up the drink Penguin had carried over with a wide, terrified grin.
“Thank you,” you told him.
Penguin nodded too quickly. “Of course.”
You looked back at Law.
He had gone back to his drink as if nothing had happened.
As if his ears were not slightly red beneath the brim of his hat.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
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After that, it became a problem.
Not a large problem.
Not a problem Law would admit existed.
But a problem.
If someone stood too close to you while helping unload cargo, Law would switch them with a crate.
If someone offered you a flower at a market, Law would switch the flower with a wrench.
If someone leaned in too close while asking for directions, you would suddenly find yourself six feet to the left, while Bepo appeared in your place looking deeply apologetic.
“I’m sorry,” Bepo would say to the stranger.
The stranger would blink.
Bepo would bow.
“I don’t know why I’m here either.”
The worst part was that Law never looked guilty.
Not once.
He always had an excuse.
“You were standing near an unstable stack of barrels.”
Or:
“That man was suspicious.”
Or:
“You were blocking my line of sight.”
You tried ignoring it.
The final straw came on a quiet evening three islands later.
The Polar Tang was docked for the night. Most of the crew had scattered, leaving you with a few others at an outdoor food stall.
Law was nearby, sitting at the far end of the stall.
You were listening to a local man who had been telling a genuinely funny story. You were laughing before you could stop yourself.
The man grinned at you.
“That smile. Been trying to get that all night.”
Oh no.
You felt it before you heard it.
That familiar pressure in the air.
The room forming.
You whipped your head toward Law.
“Don’t.”
Law’s fingers had already lifted.
His eyes met yours.
For one charged second, neither of you moved. Then his mouth flattened.
“Room.”
You pointed at him. “Trafalgar Law, I swear—”
“Shambles.”
The world snapped.
You landed behind the food stall with Law beside you.
Alone.
The noise of the others dulled behind the hanging canvas. The light barely reached here, leaving the two of you in a strip of shadow.
You stared at each other.
This time, there was no easy excuse.
Your pulse beat hard in your throat.
“You have got to stop doing that,” you said.
Law folded his arms. “He was flirting with you.”
You stepped closer. “And?”
“And,” he said slowly, “you were encouraging it.”
“I was laughing at a goat story.”
“He said he was trying to get your smile all night.”
“He did say that.”
Law’s jaw worked once.
You stared at him, heat rising in your chest now.
Not embarrassment this time. Not exactly anger either.
Something worse.
Something braver.
“You can’t keep doing this,” you said.
His eyes dropped to your mouth for half a second.
You stepped closer again.
“If it bothers you, say it bothers you.”
Law’s gaze lifted back to yours.
“It bothers me.”
The words came out flat.
Too controlled.
Law looked irritated the second he said it, as if the admission had escaped without permission.
You softened, but only a little.
“Why?”
His brows drew together. “You know why.”
“No,” you said. “I want to hear you say it.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“You teleport me across rooms, Captain. I think we passed unnecessary three islands ago.”
Law looked away first.
“I don’t like watching them try,” he said.
Your heart thudded.
“Try what?”
His eyes came back to yours.
“To get your attention.”
Your voice lowered. “Why?”
His stare held yours.
“Because I want it.”
The sound from the street felt very far away.
You took one more step. “You have my attention.”
Law did not move. His eyes searched your face, looking for the trap.
“You’ve had it for a while.”
His arms unfolded slowly. “You should have said something,” he said.
Your laugh came out soft, breathless. “You first.”
Law’s mouth closed.
“You have been swapping people with crates instead of admitting you’re jealous.”
“I was not jealous.”
You gave him a look.
Then he said, lower, “Fine.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Fine?”
His hand lifted.
This time, there was no blue glow.
Just his fingers brushing your wrist.
“Jealous,” he said.
The word was quiet. Rough around the edges.
It did something terrible to you.
His fingers circled your wrist, but he did not pull.
For once, he waited.
So you stepped into him, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and dragged him down the last few inches yourself.
Law met you halfway.
The kiss hit hard.
For half a second, he did not move.
Then he kissed you back.
His hand slid from your wrist to your palm, then between your fingers, pressing your joined hands against the stacked crates beside your shoulder. His lips moved over yours carefully at first.
You kissed him harder.
Law groaned. He lifted your chin higher with the pressure of the kiss, changing the angle.
His tongue slid against yours, slow at first, then firmer when you answered him.
He stepped closer.
Your other hand rose to the side of his face, brushing the edge of his hat. The brim shifted. Law caught it without breaking the kiss and pulled it off, setting it blindly on one of the crates beside you.
Heat rushed through you.
You caught his lower lip between yours and tugged lightly.
Law froze.
Then he made a quiet sound against your mouth, and his hand pressed more firmly against the back of your neck.
Someone nearby called your name.
Both of you froze.
Law’s forehead lowered until it almost touched yours.
Penguin’s voice followed. “Captain? Are you back there?”
Law closed his eyes.
You bit your lip.
His hand was still at your waist. Yours were still curled in his hoodie.
Penguin’s footsteps came closer.
“Captain?”
Law exhaled through his nose.
You slapped a hand over your mouth to smother the laugh.
His eyes opened, narrowed on you, but there was no real bite in it.
The canvas shifted.
You both turned your heads.
Penguin pushed it aside, took one look at you tucked close to Law with his hat off, and went completely blank.
Then he lowered the canvas again.
From the other side, he said loudly, “Didn’t find them.”
Shachi’s voice answered, “You absolutely found them.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Are they kissing?”
“I said I didn’t find them!”
