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Law could only watch in horror as you guffawed loudly, eyes to the sky, a hand to your head as your shoulders shook.
You couldn’t stop laughing.
He knew exactly why, but the question still plagued his mind:
Why couldn’t his lover stop laughing?
“Name-ya,” Law took a step towards you, caging your body with his, his entire face frozen in shock, and when he used the little strength to look at you, he wanted to cry.
He failed you. He failed as your husband.
“Name-ya?” His voice cracked, and you laugh in response.
His eyes watered.
He dropped to his knees, bringing you with him.
All Law could say was your name and the instincts of a Captain faded, and in came the instincts as your husband.
Law’s arms were around you and your body melted against his. Your laugh was the prettiest sound to him, but not like this. He wanted to hear it when a line in a book tickled you, or a familiar song ignited your soul. Or when you both stay up late, giggling to yourselves as you stole one of Penguin’s snacks from the fridge.
He exhaled sharply, his hands mapping your face, and you cling onto Law like he was your lifeline.
“My love,” He whispered. His face hardened. “I’ll fix this. I promise you, I’ll fix this. I’ll make Kaido pay.”
In response, you laugh, but your fingers twitch to reach for his collar.
You could talk but you had no strength. Your entire body was bruised, your mouth sore from the devil fruit forcibly shoved into your mouth.
Now? You felt safe.
“I’ll make everyone pay, you hearing me?” Law says, and when you slump against him, he let you rest.
Law kept his promise.
Everyone that hurt you in the prison faced his wrath; not even his own crew could stop him. Luffy defeated Kaido, and that still wasn’t enough. Law defeated Big Mom and that still wasn’t enough.
You wouldn't stop laughing.
"Law," You hiccup, laughing, and take his hand in yours as you speak. "Thank you for defending me."
He brought your hand to his mouth. He kissed the back of it. He was silent.
Your laughter would break it.
"You're... not going to leave me are you?"
You couldn't cry, but on the inside you were.
"Never," Law pulled you into his side, kissed the top of your head, and brushed your hair with his fingers. "Nothing can take you from me, not even this. We'll work through this together alright?"
Your eyes close when you nod.
"Can we go to the festival?" You laugh, and he hums in agreement.
"Why not?" He stands, taking you with him. "Stick with me."
You take his hand in response.
The laughter was a pain but his comfort was your balm. As long as Law was by your side, you could figure it out but for now, you wanted to take your mind off it and enjoy the festival.
Shachi was yelling about something across the table. Penguin was arguing right back. Bepo was laughing. Someone had started a game involving darts that Law was fairly certain would end in property damage.
Normally he would've left an hour ago.
Instead, he sat with a book in his hands and pretended to read. Pretended being the important word. Because every few minutes his eyes kept drifting to the same place.
You.
Specifically, you curled against Bepo's side.
Law's eye twitched. You weren't even doing anything inappropriate. You were just drunk.
Everyone knew what happened when you got drunk. You became unbearably affectionate.
The first time it happened, you'd nearly given Penguin a heart attack by climbing into his lap because he "looked lonely."
Tonight's chosen cuddle target happened to be Bepo. The navigator didn't seem to mind in the slightest. If anything, he looked delighted. You were currently using his arm as a pillow.
"Bepo."
"Yeah?" he answered.
"You're really fluffy."
Bepo laughed, but before he answered, he caught Law looking.
Not just once.
Again.
And again.
Every few seconds, the captain's eyes drifted back toward the two of them before he forced himself to look down at his book.
Ah.
Bepo bit back a smile.
Captain... you're making this way too obvious.
Law turned a page. He hadn't read a single word. When he glanced up again, he locked eyes with Bepo.
Bepo's expression immediately brightened. Law knew that look and he hated that look. Because it meant Bepo had noticed something.
Again.
The bear's gaze shifted deliberately toward you, then back to Law, and he smiled. Law immediately looked away.
Absolutely not. Whatever Bepo was planning, he wanted no part of it. Unfortunately, Bepo had never once respected that boundary.
"Oh!" Bepo suddenly announced.
You looked up.
"Hm?"
"I need to get another round."
"No you don't."
The words left Law's mouth before he could stop them, and the entire table went quiet. Bepo blinked innocently.
"I don't?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
Bepo considered this. Then smiled even wider.
"Well, I want another round."
Law felt dread settle into his stomach.
The bear stood, and you immediately grabbed his sleeve.
"Don't leave."
"It's okay." Bepo gently patted your head. "Captain can sit here while I'm gone."
Law nearly dropped his book.
"Bepo."
"What?"
"Bepo."
The warning was obvious. The bear ignored it completely, and you were already patting the empty seat beside you.
"Come sit."
Law stared.
You stared right back with wide, adorable doe eyes.
...
Damn it.
The crew stared at both of you.
This was a trap.
An obvious trap.
A stupid trap.
And yet somehow he found himself standing anyway. The moment he sat down, you leaned against him.
Immediately.
No hesitation.
No warning.
One second there was space between you. The next your shoulder was pressed against his side.
Law's entire body locked.
Warm.
That was the first thing he noticed.
The second was your shampoo.
The third was the horrifying realization that you fit against his side as though you'd always belonged there.
You sighed contentedly and settled closer.
Apparently completely unaware that you had just shortened his lifespan by several years.
Around the table, grins started appearing.
Law glared.
Nobody looked even remotely intimidated.
"Captain?"
Penguin's voice carried far too much amusement.
"What."
"You okay?"
Law frowned.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Penguin and Shachi exchanged a glance.
"You look uncomfortable."
Uncomfortable? Law looked down. You were practically asleep against his shoulder.
Actually....
You looked comfortable. Very comfortable. A strange sense of satisfaction settled somewhere in his chest.
Before he could stop it, Shachi stood.
"I can take them."
"No."
The answer came instantly. The crew and Law blinked. That had come out significantly more aggressive than intended.
"I mean," he corrected, clearing his throat. "They're fine."
You responded by wrapping an arm around his, like you were proving his point.
Without opening your eyes, your fingers found the front of his coat, bunching the fabric in your fist before you let out a quiet, content little sigh.
Law forgot how breathing worked.
Across the room, Bepo nearly walked into a chair.
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
When the bear finally returned with drinks, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Want me to take my spot back?"
"No."
Again. Immediate. Instinctive.
Law didn't even think before answering. The smile Bepo gave him afterward was insufferable.
The worst part was that he couldn't take it back. Because by now you were half asleep. Your head rested against his shoulder. One hand loosely gripping the sleeve of his coat.
Your thumb absentmindedly rubbed back and forth against the fabric, as though making sure he was still there.
You never opened your eyes. You didn't have to. You trust him, are comfortable with him.
The idea of moving you suddenly felt ridiculous.
Every now and then you'd mumble something unintelligible and burrow closer. Each time it happened, Law's heart did something profoundly annoying.
Eventually, the crew began heading back toward the Polar Tang. Law carefully stood, making sure not to jostle you awake.
You stirred anyway.
"...Law?"
His name, spoken so softly and without a hint of hesitation, nearly stopped him in his tracks.
"We're heading back," he said quietly. "Think you can walk?"
You blinked up at him, clearly trying to process the question.
"...Mhm."
You took exactly three steps before slowing to a stop.
Law looked over his shoulder.
You were standing there staring at him with sleepy, unfocused eyes.
"...Law?"
"What."
"...Can you carry me?"
...
Damn it.
He knew he should say no. He knew everyone was watching. He knew Penguin was already trying, and failing, not to laugh. He knew Bepo looked far too pleased with himself.
None of that mattered.
With a quiet sigh that fooled absolutely no one, Law stepped back toward you.
"Come here."
The smile that spread across your face was small and sleepy.
You leaned into him without a second thought as he slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back.
"Comfortable?" he asked before he could stop himself.
You nodded immediately, curling against his chest. Tucking your face against the crook of his neck with a sleepy sigh, as if you'd done it a hundred times before.
"...Very."
Law looked away before anyone could see the faint color creeping into his ears.
Behind him, the crew had gone unusually quiet.
Then...
"Ten thousand berries says they're together before the end of the month," Penguin whispered.
"You're on," Shachi whispered back.
Bepo simply smiled.
He'd never seen his captain hold someone so carefully or look quite so content while pretending he wasn't.
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The Polar Tang is quiet for about five seconds.
Then Penguin slams a newspaper onto the table “CAPTAIN!”
Law does not look up from the medical reports in front of him “No.”
“I didn’t even ask anything.”
“You yelled. Whatever follows is a problem.”
Shachi appears from nowhere and drops into the seat beside Penguin.
“It’s not a problem, it’s actually a solution!”
“It’s absolutely a problem.” Law says.
Bepo walks in carrying tea “What happened?”
Penguin points dramatically at the newspaper “We found science.”
Law already hates where this is going “Leave.”
“No.”
“That’s not a request.”
Penguin ignores him completely “Look at this.”
He shoves the paper into Law’s face.
Law glances at it, then glances again… then slowly lowers the newspaper… then he says “...Is this a love quiz?”
“It’s in the lifestyle section.” Shachi says seriously “As all important science is.”
Law pinches the bridge of his nose and sarcastically says “I became a pirate for this.”
Bepo leans over to read and his eyes widen “Oh.”
“Oh?” Law repeats.
“Oh.”
“Stop saying oh.”
Penguin suddenly stands on a chair “Today’s experiment is simple.”
“No.”
“We determine whether Captain is in love.”
“No.”
“With a certain person.”
“No.”
“Who definitely is our dear crewmate y/n.”
Law glares.
Shachi gasps dramatically “He didn’t deny that part!”
“I literally denied everything.”
“Not strongly enough.”
Law stands “I’m leaving.”
Penguin points at him “RUNNING FROM THE TRUTH.”
“I’m running from you idiots.”
Before Law can escape, Bepo gently grabs his sleeve “Captain…”
Law looks down.
Bepo gives him the saddest eyes imaginable “...Please?”
Law stares.
Bepo stares back.
Penguin and Shachi are holding their breath.
Finally Law sighs… a long, defeated sigh “One question.”
The room explodes.
“YES!”
“HE AGREED!”
“SCIENCE WINS!”
Five minutes later Law finds himself trapped at the table.
Penguin has a pen.
Shachi has the newspaper.
Bepo has become the official emotional support bear.
The rest of the crew around are pretending not to listen. Pretending very badly.
Shachi clears his throat “Question one.”
Law already regrets everything.
Shachi reads dramatically “First of all, do you have a specific person in mind before starting this test?”
Penguin immediately checks a box “Yes.”
Law blinks “You didn’t even let me answer.”
Penguin looks offended “Captain.”
“What?”
“We’re doing this for a reason.”
Shachi nods “It would be weird if you didn’t have y/n in mind.”
“You don’t know if I do.”
The entire room stares at him.
Penguin marks the answer harder “Definitely yes.”
Law considers murder… just a little.
“Question two.”
Shachi sits up straighter “Could you spend six months on an isolated island with no one else but them?”
Law immediately frowns “What kind of question is that?”
“A powerful one.”
“There are options.”
Penguin points at the paper “Option one: Yes, and I would enjoy it. Option two: It would be difficult, but I could do it. Option three: I don’t think I could survive that with anyone.”
Law doesn’t answer immediately, which is already suspicious.
Shachi notices first “Oh?”
Law ignores him.
He taps his fingers against the table.
An isolated island.
Six months.
No crew.
No pirates.
No newspaper.
Just…
His thoughts stop before THEM reach your name, but unfortunately his silence lasts too long.
Penguin checks the first option “Yes, and I would enjoy it.”
Law immediately points at the paper “I didn’t say I’d enjoy it.”
“Oh?”
“I just said yes.”
Shachi leans forward “You’d spend six months alone with them.”
“Yes.”
“In a tiny hut on an isolated island.”
“Yes.”
“No books.”
“Yes.”
“No one else.”
“Yes.”
Shachi raises an eyebrow “You’d hate it.”
Law opens his mouth, then pauses for a second too long “...No.”
The word is almost a whisper.
The room freezes.
Bepo’s jaw drops.
Penguin drops the pen.
Someone at the other side of the room chokes on water.
Law realizes what he said.
Shachi slowly places both hands on the table “Captain.”
“No.”
“You would enjoy it.”
“No.”
“You literally just—”
“No.”
Penguin checks the answer anyway, very aggressively.
“This quiz is stupid.”
“Question three!”
Law groans.
Shachi reads “Imagine your partner became wildly successful and always had a lot of attention on them, comparatively making you constantly in their shadow.”
Law already hates the wording.
“How would you feel?”
Penguin reads the options “Option A: Incredibly proud. Option B: Proud, for sure, but maybe a little inadequate with myself, too. Option C: I think, in all honesty, I wouldn’t like that sense of inequality.”
Law stands “I’m leaving.”
“Nope.”
“I’m serious.”
“So are we.”
“This is ridiculous.”
Bepo looks up from the paper “Captain?”
“What?”
“If, for example, y/n would defeat some big pirate…”
Law freezes for a moment, but everyone sees it.
Bepo smiles “Captain would be proud.”
The room becomes silent.
Law looks at the door, then at the table, then at Bepo… then away.
But he doesn’t leave.
Penguin slowly reaches for the answer sheet “Silence means yes.”
Law doesn’t argue, because somehow arguing right now feels worse.
Shachi points dramatically “Option one!”
The box gets checked.
Law immediately grabs the newspaper “How many questions are left?”
Penguin grins “A lot.”
Law’s eye twitches “A lot?”
“A terrifying amount.”
“I hate this test.”
Shachi leans back in his chair “Oh, Captain.”
“What?”
“We’re only getting started.”
From somewtheme behind them, a familiar voice speaks “Getting started with what?”
The entire crew freezes.
Law nearly drops the newspaper.
Because standing in the doorway is you, looking confused and holding a stack of supplies.
Penguin slowly covers the answer sheet with both hands.
Shachi smiles far too brightly “Nothing.”
You narrow your eyes “Why does it feel like you’re lying?”
Law immediately stands “Good question.”
You look at him, he stops and you smile at him “I’m going back into my shopping, do you need something? Any clothes? Books?”
Shachi speaks first “Why are you only asking him?? We might need something too.”
You look at him with disgust “You can go get them yourself if you need something.”
He gasps “Captain could go himself as well, you’re being unfair!”
You fight back “Or maybe he has Captain things to do? You are useless so what do you even have to do—”
You two fight for a while then Law tells you “I don’t need anything, don’t worry.”
You nod and leave after punching Shachi, too soft to hurt but Shachi is dramatic, so that was enough.
The door closes behind you.
Silence.
Then someone says… or better yells “CAPTAIN IS SO IN LOVE.”
Law closes his eyes “I hate all of you.”
Penguin looks down at the newspaper “No time for hate.”
“There is always time to hate you.”
“Question four!”
Shachi clears his throat dramatically “Do you think this person is special?”
He reads the answers.
“Option A: Yes, I feel lucky to know them. Option B: Yeah, to me. Option C: Maybe not ‘special’, but they’re definitely a good person.”
Now, he fastly add “To be honest I don’t understand, they’re annoying and stupid. They’re not special at all…”
Law looks at Shachi with disgust “You’re the annoying and stupid one.”
Shachi gasps and adds “Defensive, aren’t we??”
Law looks at the wall, the wall is suddenly fascinating.
“Captain?” Penguin asks.
Law sighs… a long sigh.
Finally he speaks “they're…”
The room waits.
“...Y/N.”
Silence.
The crew stare.
Law frowns “What?”
Nobody answers.
Penguin slowly turns toward Shachi, who slowly turns toward Penguin. Then both look back at Law.
Penguin nods “Yeah.”
Shachi nods too “Definitely.”
Law narrows his eyes “Definitely what?”
Penguin checks a box “‘Yeah, to me.’”
“What?”
“That’s what that means.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“It absolutely is.”
“You asked if they're special.”
“Exactly.”
“And?”
“And you answered by saying that they're Y/N… which means they're special to you.”
Shachi says “Yeah, or you would have said they're annoying, like you do with us.”
Law's eye twitches.
Shachi points at him “Special.”
Law decides silence is safer.
Unfortunately, silence is apparently an answer today.
“Next question!”
Law regrets staying.
Penguin reads “How does the idea of… sleeping with them, and only them, for the rest of your life make you feel?”
The room becomes very quiet.
Very, very quiet.
Even Shachi stops smiling.
Bepo coughs.
Clione, whose silence in the room, nearly falls off a chair.
Law immediately says “I ain’t answering this.”
His answer comes so fast everyone starts laughing.
“Captain’s ears are red.”
“They are not.”
“They are.”
“They absolutely are.”
Law pulls his hat lower, but unfortunately it does nothing for his ears.
Shachi looks at the options and reads them “A: I should be so lucky!! B: I’d rather only sleep with them than not sleep with them at all. B: I’d rather only sleep with one person than potentially not sleep with anyone at all. C: I don’t think I could do that, to be honest.”
Nobody knows what to do or say, so the room falls into deep thoughts.
“But,” Shachi repeats, “he’s obviously completely gone for Y/N.”
“I’m not.”
Nobody listens.
“So…”
The whole crew think. Penguin thinks. Bepo thinks. Jean Bart somehow thinks.
Then “Oh.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“That makes sense.”
Everybody nods together.
Penguin checks the first answer “I should be so lucky!!”
Law stares at the paper, then at them.
He sighs… a very tired sigh.
But he doesn’t leave.
“Next question!”
“Please stop.”
“Can you name their favourite food, book, and music?”
The room immediately turns toward Law.
Law blinks “What?”
Shachi lowers the newspaper “Captain.”
“What?”
“You know all of them, don’t you?”
Law answers without thinking “their favourite food changes every few months and depends on their mood, but currently it’s—”
The room erupts “HE STARTED ANSWERING.”
“He actually knows!”
“Current favourite food?!”
Law immediately stops talking and looks at the wall, but it’s way too late.
Penguin is already checking the box “I don’t need to hear more.”
Law buries his face in one hand.
The quiz continues.
Shachi reads the next one “Do you think that this relationship is special and unreplicable? Yes, definitely. Or… I think it's a good relationship, but ultimately there are many people with whom I could have a good relationship.”
Shachi doesn't even finish reading that he checks the first box “There.”
Law looks up “You didn’t even ask.”
“I didn’t need to.”
“You absolutely did.”
Shachi points at him “Same logic as before.”
“That isn’t logic.”
“It is.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is.”
Penguin joins him “You only care about Y/N.”
Law looks offended “You’re all here and alive, aren’t you.”
The room immediately becomes emotional.
“Aww.”
“Captain.”
“He cares.”
Law immediately regrets speaking.
“But.” Sahchi raises a finger “Not like he cares about Y/N.”
The emotional moment dies instantly.
Law wishes for a sea king attack “Last question on this page.”
“Thank God.”
Penguin reads “they got a new job offer that meant they’d have to be in a totally different part of the world for eighteen months.”
Law already hates this.
“What would you do?”
He reads the answers.
"A: We’d do long distance, or maybe I'd even move with them. We’d make it work. B: I would give long distance a go, maybe reassess in due course. C: I would ask them not to do it. D: I wouldn’t stop them from going, but we’d probably break up."
Law immediately frowns.
"We’re pirates in the same crew, they works with me."
The room freezes.
Penguin's grin slowly grows dangerously.
“We’re pirates in the same crew…” he repeats.
Law is confused, because isn’t that obvious?
So he answers “Yes.”
“Same crew.”
“Yes.”
“Working together.”
“Yes.”
“Every day.”
“Yes.”
“WITH you.”
Law closes his eyes and the room explodes.
“HE SAID WITH ME.”
“NOT FOR ME.”
“WITH ME.”
“THAT’S SO CUTE.”
Law seriously considers jumping into the ocean.
Bepo smiles “I think the second answer is better in our case.”
Everyone pauses and then nods.
“Yeah.”
“That's reasonable.”
“Very healthy.”
Penguin checks the box.
Law doesn't even bother arguing anymore. He has lost control of this situation completely.
Shachi looks down at the end of the page, then he slowly smiles “Oh.”
Law immediately doesn't like that smile “What?”
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“There are more questions.”
Law stands “I’m leaving.”
“Captain—”
“I'm leaving.”
“Captain, wait.”
“No.”
“Just two! And then there’s a result section.”
Law stops.
“Don't you want to know your score?”
Law stares “...Maybe.”
The crew immediately scream.
After a few minutes… Law should have left. That is the only thought running through his head. He should have left after the first question.
Or the second.
Or when Shachi and Penguin started answering for him.
Instead he’s still here, sitting at the table. Watching his dignity sink deeper and deeper into the ocean.
Penguin clears his throat “Second-to-last question.”
“Thank God.”
“Do you find yourself daydreaming about them and smiling?”
Penguin reads the answers “Literally all the time! Or… Definitely when we first met; less now but it still happens on occasion, especially when they're away. C: No, I’m too busy. D: That's lame as hell.”
Law immediately answers “No. I’m too busy.”
The answer comes so fast that nobody even finishes reading the options.
The room falls silent, then—“Bullshit.”
Law points at Penguin “Oi.”
“Bullshit.”
“Shachi.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bepo?”
Bepo looks guilty “...Maybe a little? …Sorry.”
Law stares.
Bepo immediately looks away.
Shachi suddenly points “Question. When Y/N goes on supply runs alone, what do you do?”
Law frowns “What?”
“What do you do?”
“Work.”
“Liar.”
“I work.”
“You stand near the window.”
Law opens his mouth and closes it.
“Aha!”
“I stand near the window because it's a window.”
The room explodes with laughter.
Penguin wipes tears from his eyes “Captain.”
“What?”
“Last month Y/N was gone for three hours.”
“So?”
“You checked the time seventeen times.”
Law freezes “...Who counted?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“I was curious. Plus, when they were back you totally stopped. And I tried to see if you do the same when it’s someone else going alone. You checked three times for Bepo and ZERO for the rest.”
“That’s disturbing of you.”
“Not as disturbing as staring out the window for three hours.”
Bepo scratches his cheek “And you smile when they bring you books.”
Law immediately looks at him “I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“You really do.”
“I don’t.”
“You get a little smile.”
‘I don’t.”
“A tiny one.”
“I don’t.”
“A really tiny one.”
Law looks around and sees that nobody is agreeing with him, not even a single person.
Shachi checks the first answer “Literally all the time.”
Law drops his forehead onto the table.
“Last question!”
“Please let it end.”
Penguin reads “Is they your best friend?”
Law immediately regrets staying again.
“A: yes, absolutely. B: they're one of my best friends. C: no, someone else is my best friend.”
Before Law can speak, Shachi shouts “Obviously not!”
Penguin gasps “What do you mean obviously not?”
“I’m his best friend.”
Bepo calmly says “I’m his best friend.”
“No, me.”
“No, me.”
“No, me.”
The room descends into chaos and everyone starts arguing.
At some point Jean Bart claims he’s Law’s best friend. At another point someone says Law doesn’t have friends and Law says that’s the most accurate thing he’s heard all day.
Nobody listens.
“Captain likes me more.”
“No, me.”
“He trusted me with medical supplies once.”
“He asked me to close the door.”
“He told me good job.”
“He also told you to stop talking.”
“That’s basically affection from him.”
The argument somehow lasts five whole minutes.
Law sits there, dead inside.
Finally Bepo raises both paws “Okay!”
The room quiets.
Bepo looks at the newspaper, then at Law.
Then back at the paper “I think we should just put the second answer.”
Everyone pauses, then nods.
“Fair.”
“Yeah.”
“Reasonable.”
“I can live with that.”
Law isn't even asked.
The box gets checked.
And finally.
Finally.
The questions are over.
The crew stare at the paper.
Shachi rubs his hands together “Oh boy.”
Penguin grabs a pencil “We have to calculate the score.”
Law immediately stands “I’ll stop here.”
Bepo gently pushes him back into his chair “Captain, we’ve come this far.”
“I haven’t.”
“You have.”
“I really haven’t.”
“You have.”
For several minutes the crew add points.
Then argue about points.
Then add more points.
Then argue again.
Law has absolutely no idea what they’re doing, he isn't sure they know either.
Finally.
Penguin slams both hands onto the table “WE HAVE THE RESULTS.”
The entire submarine goes quiet.
Even people who weren't involved are now listening.
Shachi clears his throat.
Bepo looks excited.
Law looks like he's preparing for execution.
Penguin stands, unfolds the newspaper dramatically and then he reads “YES, YOU’RE MADLY IN LOVE!”
The room explodes.
“YOU ARE DEEP IN THE THROES OF LOVE.”
“WHAT YOU HAVE IS VERY SPECIAL AND NEEDS NURTURING.”
“WHICH YOU HAPPILY GIVE IT.”
Silence.
Then—“CAPTAIN’S IN LOVE!”
“CAPTAIN’S IN LOVE!”
“CAPTAIN’S IN LOVE!”
Law’s face goes completely blank.
“Congratulations, Captain.”
“Shut up.”
“When’s the wedding?”
“Shut up.”
“Can I be the best man?”
“Shut up.”
“I called it months ago.”
“Shut up.”
Bepo is smiling so hard his cheeks hurt “You really love Y/N, Captain.”
The room quiets a little, because unlike everyone else, Bepo says it sincerely, without any teasing.
Law opens his mouth, ready to deny it, but this time the words don't come, because suddenly he remembers you asking if he needed anything, you bringing him books without him asking, the way you always save a seat for him, the way you smile when he actually takes a break, the way the submarine feels different whenever you're not there.
“...Captain?” Bepo asks softly.
Law looks away and pulls his hat down a little lower and mutters “...It’s a stupid quiz.”
The crew scream.
Because that is not a denial.
“I KNEW IT.”
“THAT COUNTS.”
“CAPTAIN’S IN LOVE.”
Law gets up and the crew immediately start running, and as chaos fills the Polar Tang, the newspaper remains forgotten on the table.
The result still visible, with a big circle around the final answer.
YES, YOU’RE MADLY IN LOVE.
Law says nothing for about ten seconds, then he snatches the newspaper from Penguin's hands.
The room goes silent.
Penguin blinks “Captain?”
Law flips back to the first page “I’m doing it again.”
Silence.
Then the entire crew bursts out laughing “YOU CAN'T RETAKE LOVE.”
“I CAN RETAKE A STUPID QUIZ.”
Shachi falls to the floor dramatically “He's in denial!”
“I'm not.”
“You literally got the highest score possible!”
“The questions and your answers were biased.”
“They weren't!”
“They absolutely were.”
Law slams the paper on the table “Ask.”
Penguin is crying “Oh my God, he's serious.”
“I'm serious.”
Bepo looks hesitant “Captain…”
“Ask.”
Shachi wipes tears from his eyes “Fine.”
He clears his throat dramatically.
“Question one. Do you have a specific person in mind before starting this test?”
Law immediately says, “No.”
The room gasps, then Penguin points at him “You answered too quickly.”
“I didn't.”
“You did.”
“I didn't.”
Shachi narrows his eyes “Captain.”
“What?”
“Who were you thinking about while waiting for me to read the question?”
Law opens his mouth and closes it.
Penguin aggressively checks the box.
Law glares “This is stupid.”
The second question somehow goes worse “Could you spend six months alone on an isolated island with this person?”
“No.”
Everyone stares.
Law crosses his arms “No.”
Shachi leans forward “You wouldn't miss Y/N?”
“No.”
“You wouldn't want to hear their voice?”
“No.”
“You wouldn't like having them all to yourself?”
Law freezes and here the room goes completely silent.
“...That's not what the question says”
Penguin slowly lowers his head onto the table.
Bepo covers his mouth.
Shachi starts screaming “CHECK THE ANSWER.”
Someone says “CHECK IT TWICE.”
“I HATE ALL OF YOU.”
After a few more questions, the answers barely change.
Actually… they get worse.
Because now Law is answering himself, and unfortunately, he's honest.
Ten minutes later Penguin finishes counting.
Law crosses his arms “Well?”
Penguin is shaking.
Shachi is on the floor again.
Bepo looks apologetic “...Captain.”
“What.”
“You scored…”
He flips the page.
YES, YOU'RE MADLY IN LOVE.
And underneath one of the idiots wrote:
YOU ARE EVEN MORE IN LOVE THAN BEFORE, YOU GOT A 100/100!
Silence.
Law stares, then grabs the newspaper and flips it upside down, as if maybe the result will change.
Law stares at the page a little longer, then quietly mutters, “...This quiz is a scam.”
“THAT'S NOT A DENIAL.”
“SHUT UP.”
By now there are papers everywhere.
Crossed-out answers.
Ink circles.
Notes.
Arguments.
At one point Shachi has written: HE’S IN LOVE
Across an entire page.
Law immediately threw that page away, but unfortunately someone picked it back up.
Penguin dramatically points at the final score.
But before he can even say something, the door opens.
“Oh. You’re all still here?” your voice echoes through the room.
Everybody freezes.
You stand in the doorway carrying several shopping bags.
Your eyes travel across the disaster in the room.
“...Should I ask?”
Nobody answers.
You slowly walk into the room, looking around. More confused with every step.
Law immediately speaks “It’s nothing.”
You look at him, then at the room and then back at him.
“It’s clearly something.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“It’s not.”
You look at the others “What’s going on?”
The entire crew suddenly becomes very interested in the ceiling… but also the walls, the floor… literally anything except you.
You narrow your eyes and give them the kind of look that has made grown pirates confess crimes they didn't even commit.
“What. Did. You. Do.”
Shachi breaks first, predictably “IT WAS PENGUIN’S IDEA.”
“TRAITOR!”
And suddenly everyone starts talking.
“There was a quiz.”
“A love quiz.”
“He got full points!”
Law closes his eyes. The headache is becoming physical.
You blink. Then reach for the newspaper.
Nobody stops you.
You pick it up, look at the title, look at the answers, look at the circles and look at the notes.
Your eyes move quickly until you reach the result.
You stare at it for a few seconds.
The room is silent.
Then you look up, confused “...Who is in love with me?”
Silence.
Nobody moves.
Nobody breathes.
Nobody blinks.
Even Law freezes.
You look around, waiting.
Then Shachi suddenly points at you “You’re so full of yourself that you assume it’s about you?”
You slowly turn toward him.
The room collectively prepares for his funeral.
“Idiot.”
Shachi immediately regrets everything.
You point at the newspaper “There’s literally a note near the results.”
Everyone looks down and written in messy handwriting there’s:
HE LOVES Y/N AWWW
Shachi slowly lowers his head “Ah.”
You look back at the crew “So?”
Pause.
“Who is it?”
Nobody answers. Which is an answer by itself, because suddenly, every single person in that room looks at Law.
You follow their gaze and find Law staring at the floor.
The pieces connect.
Your eyes widen a little.
Law notices and his soul immediately leaves his body.
For a moment nobody speaks.
Then, unexpectedly, you relax. The tension leaves your shoulders. The surprise leaves your face and something softer appears instead.
You look at Law for a second, then you smile and tell him “I bought you a necklace.”
The room freezes again.
“What?” Penguin blurts.
You continue like nothing happened “It’s really cool.”
Law blinks.
You point at him “It’s totally your style.”
Nobody understands what's happening, not even Law.
“And don’t worry.” you raise a hand “I didn’t use the crew’s money.”
Shachi immediately nods “Good.”
“I used mine.”
“Even better.”
You smile proudly, then start backing toward the door “I have it somewhere between all my new clothes.”
Law is still staring, completely lost.
“So…” you point toward the hallway “I’ll give it to you later.”
A pause, then you smile at him again.
A little brighter this time “Bye!”
And before anyone can answer, you rush out.
The door slams shut.
Absolute silence.
The crew slowly turn toward Law.
Law is still staring at the door.
Penguin speaks first, very carefully “...Captain.”
No answer.
“Captain…”
Still nothing.
“Captain.”
Law finally blinks then quietly asks “...Do you think they figured it out?”
The room explodes.
“HE ASKED IF they FIGURED IT OUT.”
“they DEFINITELY FIGURED IT OUT.”
“they BOUGHT YOU A GIFT.”
“A PERSONAL GIFT.”
“A NECKLACE.”
“they CHANGED THE SUBJECT TO SAVE YOU.”
“CAPTAIN YOU ARE SO DONE.”
Law drops his face into his hands and sighs, regretting all his life’s choices.
The moment you close your bedroom door behind you, your brain starts screaming.
“Oh my God.”
You pace.
“Oh my God.”
Turn.
“Oh my God.”
Turn again.
You bury your face in your hands “What was that?”
You groan loudly and fall face-first onto your bed.
Then immediately sit back up, because that doesn't solve anything.
“He likes me.”
Pause.
“No.”
Pause.
“Maybe.”
Pause.
“Definitely.”
Pause.
“Maybe?”
You scream into your pillow.
A few minutes later you're still pacing.
The necklace sits on your bed, mocking you.
You stare at it and then at the wall, and back at the necklace again.
Finally, Ikkaku enters the room.
“Ikkaku, you’re here!”
“Oh no.” She says.
You stop pacing “What do you mean, ‘oh no’?”
“You're using your emergency tone.”
“...”
“What’s wrong?”
Five minutes later Ikkaku knows everything, the quiz, the results, the notes, the staring, the necklace and the panic.
There is a concerning silence on the other end “Just confess to him.”
You nearly choke “WHAT?”
“Confess.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“No.”
“Good argument.”
You throw yourself onto your bed “I can’t just confess.”
Ikkaku watches you and sits on the edge of your bed, “Why not?”
“Because.”
“Excellent point.”
You groan “Ikkaku.”
“What?”
“What if I’m wrong?”
A pause to judge your stupidity, then “Y/N.”
“What?”
“The entire crew practically pointed at him. He didn't deny it. And according to you, he looked ready to die when you figured it out.”
“...”
“He likes you.”
You cover your face “I hate this.”
‘No, you don’t.”
You hate how right she is.
Hours pass.
Dinner comes and goes.
You barely remember eating.
The necklace remains on your bed. Waiting.
Eventually, very late at night, when most of the submarine is quiet, you finally pick it up.
Your hands shake a little “Okay.”
You take a deep breath “Okay.”
Another deep breath and you leave your room.
Your heart is trying to kill you. Every step feels heavier than the last.
Eventually you stop in front of a familiar door.
Light still shines from underneath, of course he's awake.
You knock and he answers immediately “Come in.”
You open the door.
Law is sitting at his desk. Several books are spread around him. The usual.
He looks up and freezes.
You almost turn around and run.
“Y/N?”
“Hi.”
Brilliant.
Amazing.
A true master of conversation.
Law sets his pen down.
You walk forward slowly, but your eyes never leave the floor.
You stop in front of the desk and hold out the small box “The necklace.”
Law blinks, and then takes it “...Thank you.”
You nod, still staring at the floor.
The silence stretches.
Law notices and then he sighs softly… a tired sigh.
And says “Don’t worry about all that.”
Your stomach drops.
“It was just a stupid test they forced me to do.”
You don't move.
“They answered all the questions for me.” Law leans back in his chair “I didn’t even have a say in it.”
The words hit harder than they should.
You stare at the floor.
Law opens the box, inside rests the necklace. Simple dark metal, exactly his style.
A small smile appears on his face “Thank you for this.”
Your throat tightens.
You don't care about the necklace anymore.
Instead, very quietly, you ask “So the test…”
Law looks up.
“The results and everything…” Your voice gets smaller “Were just for their fun?”
The room suddenly feels too warm.
“So…” You swallow “It’s not true.”
Law's expression changes immediately, because now he's really looking at you and finally notices the tears gathering in your eyes.
The way you’re refusing to blink and the way your hands are shaking.
His heart sinks “Oh.”
For the first time all evening, Law understands.
He stands up quickly “Y/N—”
You immediately step back and his chest tightens.
You look down, still refusing to blink… trying so hard not to cry.
“I thought…” Your voice cracks.
You hate that it cracks but you continue, “I thought I had a chance.”
Law freezes.
Your fingers curl around your sleeves “But it was all just fun and games for the other idiots?”
The room becomes silent.
Law stares, for once, completely speechless.
Because somehow… you wanted there to be a chance… with him.
His heart pounds.
Then slowly, carefully, he takes a step forward and this time you don't move.
His voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it, almost gentle “I agree with all the answers they gave in my stead.”
You finally blink and a tear escapes.
Law’s chest aches “And…”
He swallows, his eyes never leave yours “I agree with the results, Y/N.”
The world stops.
You stare and he stares back.
“I didn't say anything because… you know me, I was… embarrassed.”
A tiny smile appears.
“And because I was trying to figure out how they managed to know before I did.”
Another tear slips down your cheek.
Law reaches out slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. When you don't, his thumb brushes beneath your eye and wipes it away.
“You had a chance. You have a chance. Actually I’m the one who needs a chance.” his voice is barely above a whisper.
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly “Apparently I was just the last person on the submarine to realize it.”
You stare at him.
Your heart is pounding so hard you're sure he can hear it.
“So…” your voice is small “So you really…”
Law lets out a quiet breath. For someone who always seems to have an answer, he suddenly looks almost nervous “I really do.”
You laugh weakly through your tears, then cover your face “Oh my God.”
Law actually smiles, small and soft, but real.
“Oh my God.” you repeat.
“That’s your response?”
“I’ve been panicking for six hours.”
“Fair.”
You laugh again.
Then neither of you says anything, you just look at each other, and somehow that feels even more dangerous, because now there is nothing left to misunderstand and nothing left to hide behind.
The silence stretches, then Law sighs softly as if he can finally breathe normally.
And before he can think too much about it, he reaches for your wrist and gently pulls you closer.
Your breath catches as his hand slides to your cheek.
For a moment he just looks at you, like he’s still making sure this is real.
Then he murmurs “You know…”
“What?”
“For someone who basically read it, you’re the last one to find out…” a tiny smirk appears "You were pretty slow too.”
Your jaw drops “Excuse me?!”
Law chuckles.
The unfair bastard.
You barely have time to complain before he leans down and kisses you.
The argument dies instantly… your brain dies instantly too.
The kiss is soft and careful, like he's still giving you a chance to pull away… as if that's going to happen.
You grab the front of his shirt and kiss him back immediately. That earns a quiet laugh against your lips.
When you finally separate, both of you are breathing a little harder.
Neither of you lets go.
You rest your forehead against his chest “...The quiz was really accurate. It was basically science.”
Law groans “It wasn’t.”
You start laughing “It literally was.”
“It was a stupid quiz.”
“It was an accurate stupid quiz.”
“It was not.”
“It predicted your feelings.”
Law drops his forehead onto the top of your head “I’m never hearing the end of this.”
“Nope.”
“Penguin is going to be unbearable.”
“Yep.”
“Shachi is going to tell everyone he’s a doctor.”
“Absolutely.”
Law closes his eyes “Maybe I should just throw them both into the ocean.”
You grin, then tilt your head up and steal another quick kiss.
His expression softens instantly and suddenly neither of you cares very much about what the crew will say tomorrow.
Eplogue:
The relationship lasts exactly three days before the crew figures it out.
Which is honestly impressive (negatively) considering everyone was involved in that love test.
You don’t announce it and you don’t hold hands in public. You don’t suddenly become disgustingly affectionate.
At least that's what the two of you think.
Unfortunately, everyone else has functioning eyes and they’re nosy.
It starts at breakfast.
Law sits down first and a few minutes later, you walk into the mess hall.
There are at least twenty empty seats, but without thinking, you sit beside him.
Nobody says anything at first, because it's not the first time you sit next to him, but it's weird enough after that love test day.
So Penguin slowly lowers his coffee “...Interesting.”
The next day is somehow worse… you pass Law in the hallway and either of you stop or speak.
But your fingers brush for half a second.
HALF A SECOND but Bepo sees it… Bepo, who is absolutely terrible at keeping secrets.
His eyes become huge and yells”CAPTAIN HELD Y/N’S HAND!”
Law kinda panics “I DID NOT!”
“You totally did!”
“It was an accident!”
You panic as well “IT LASTED ONE SECOND!”
“SO IT WAS THERE!”
By the third day, the entire submarine knows, including people who weren't even involved in the original quiz.
The problem is that nobody tells you they know, they just become weird… weirder than usual.
Penguin starts making kissing noises at you everytime Law enters a room.
Shachi somehow becomes worse, like one morning he walks into the mess hall with his chest puffed out “Good morning.”
You look at him with disgust and ask “...Why are you smiling like that?”
Shachi places a hand dramatically over his heart “Please.”
You already don’t like where this is going.
“Address me properly.”
“Never, but go on. I want to see where you’re trying to get to.”
“That’s Doctor Shachi to you.”
“No.”
“The Love Doctor.”
You stare.
Law, who is drinking coffee nearby, slowly lowers his cup.
“You can’t just call yourself that.”
“I absolutely can.”
“No.”
“I literally united two souls.”
“You found a newspaper.”
“Details.” Shachi points dramatically at himself “I saw the truth before anyone else.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You literally thought Law was in love with his sword three months ago.”
The room explodes.
“I WAS GOING THROUGH A THEORY PHASE!”
A week later things somehow get even worse.
You walk into the mess hall and immediately spot Shachi waiting near the entrance and the second he sees you, he points dramatically “How’s married life?”
You freeze.
Law freezes.
The room freezes.
Then you grab the nearest thing you could find… “Oh, you’re dead.”
Shachi immediately runs “CAPTAIN!”
You jump over a chair to follow him “COME BACK HERE!”
“CAPTAIN, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS TRYING TO KILL ME!”
“That’s not my problem”
“IT SHOULD BE!”
The chase lasts almost thirty seconds before a hand catches the back of your shirt.
You stop and you turn around. Law is holding your shirt.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Law.”
“No.”
“Law.”
“No.”
You point at Shachi, who is currently hiding behind Bepo “His head is empty anyway.”
“I know.”
“Then let me hit it.”
“No.”
“Just two times.”
“No.”
“Once?”
“No.”
You cross your arms and Law sighs.
Then he pulls you a step backward before you can launch yourself at Shachi again.
The crew immediately loses their minds.
“DID YOU SEE THAT?”
“HE JUST DRAGGED THEM AWAY.”
“THAT WAS SO DOMESTIC.”
“I’M GOING TO THROW UP.”
Law's eye twitches.
You point at Penguin “You’re next.”
“THE LOVE DOCTOR WILL PROTECT ME!”
“NONE OF YOU IDIOTS IS A LOVE DOCTOR!”
Shachi gasps dramatically “Excuse me? I’m the greatest romantic genius of our generation.”
“No.”
“I diagnosed Captain.”
You narrow your eyes “You bullied him.”
“I guided him.”
“You harassed him.”
“I enlightened him.”
“You gave him a headache.”
The room is laughing so hard people are crying.
Even Law looks like he’s trying not to smile.
Then Shachi points triumphantly toward a wall.
Everyone turns, and you immediately regret it, because somehow… some way… the original newspaper quiz has been framed.
Under the final result someone (guess who) has written:
LOVE DOCTOR SACHI WAS RIGHT
You immediately grab something else near you again “Oh, now you’re definitely dead.”
“CAPTAIN!”
This time Law catches you before you even take two steps “Stop trying to assault my crew now.”
“I’m trying to improve your crew.”
“By hitting them?”
“Maybe it will make them smart.”
Law pinches the bridge of his nose.
You smile innocently, but nobody is fooled, especially not him.
A few minutes later the chaos settles down.
You end up sitting beside Law while the crew keeps talking, teasing, and generally making everyone's life worse.
Shachi is currently explaining his future plans “The Love Doctor’s Guide to Romance.”
“No one is reading that.”
“I’ll make Captain read it.”
“No.”
“I’ll dedicate the first chapter to you two. My first success.”
Law looks ready to slice him.
You laugh and lean your head against his shoulder without even thinking about it and of course the room immediately explodes again.
“OH MY GOD.”
“THEM'RE SO CUTE.”
“DOMESTIC.”
Law groans and you laugh harder, but despite all the noise, all the teasing, all the comments that you'll never hear the end of… his arm quietly settles around your shoulders.
The crew starts screaming again.
And somewhere in the corner, Shachi wipes away a fake tear “My work here is done.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ warnings: mention of anxiety & panic attack. see pinned post for banner creds + info on fanart used!
Anxiety is a bitch. A cruel, evil bitch.
With your back leaned against the Sunny, you inhale and exhale, your supplies surrounding you: books, colouring sheets, pens and pencils. You love art, after all, but this time it wasn’t helping you.
The marines took everything from you so seeing them again ruined you and now you were slumped, unable to gain control of your own breathing. You haven’t felt this way in a while.
Footsteps. Calm. Calculating. Then, as if understanding what was going on, they became more faster, aware, then a shadow was cast over you.
“Name-ya.”
Law.
How embarrassing.
He didn’t say anything else, knelt in front of you. Anxiety attack. Then, he moved to sit beside you, his hand on his sword, and his hat covering his eyes. Having Law beside you helped a lot, but the feeling that something was about to go very wrong wasn’t leaving.
You look around. 5 things, remember?
The sky. Books. Pens. Law. Tattoos.
Tattoos?
You look at his hands. He noticed immediately. Said nothing. A brilliant idea came to mind and without asking him first, you take his hand in yours, pick up a pink coloured pen, and start colouring in his tattoo.
Law was flabbergasted. He looked at you like you had grown a second head but when he saw your movements become more controlled, calm, and your body seemed to relax, he begrudgingly allowed you to colour in his tattoos.
Minutes later, certain members of the crew came onto the deck.
Luffy and Chopper laugh and follow after Zoro, begging him to help them win back Nami’s trust to use the money she had saved in case of an emergency.
“Zoro!” Luffy wailed. “I want to buy meat, tell her to let me use the allowance!”
“What allowance, Luffy?” Chopper laughed, happy to be there. “We have no money!”
Law let out a tsk. Lowered his face.
Zoro heard and looked. He rose one eyebrow. Luffy and Chopper follow where he was looking, curious, and when they notice what he was going on, their interests shifted.
“Name, what are you doing?” Luffy ran towards you.
Chopper laughed. “Oh, that looks like fun. Can I try?”
“No.” Law immediately said.
His cheeks were red, so was the tip of his ears.
“Be nice,” You huff, perfecting your masterpiece.
“You didn’t even ask to do this.” Law grumbled.
“You’re not pulling your hand back.”
That was very true. Law dragged out a sigh, and when Chopper sat on his lap and coloured in his other hand, he said nothing.
Luffy pouted, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck to see you both at work, then took the pen out of your hand to finish the colouring.
Zoro snickered to himself. Law glared at him.
At least she’s feeling better, he thought, and forced himself to put up with it until Luffy got bored and dragged Chopper and Zoro away, leaving you two alone.
“You don’t need to tell me what’s wrong,” Law gets up and dusts himself. “But panicking about it isn’t necessary. Just… find me, alright?”
Hello! I was wondering if you could create a scenario with Law, Crocodile, Kid, and more characters of your choice if you want, featuring the one bed hotel trope x fem reader where they end up accidentally cuddling. (I’m a sucker for this trope </3)
I don’t have any specifics for the other characters, but for Crocodile can you include some smut. That man is so fine and so underrated oml
Please, and I love you’re writing so much you’re amazing <33
One Bed
fem!reader
characters: law, crocodile, kid
a/n: sorry for the wait! I tried to make them have all different vibes so control each "tags" + for crocodile I'm not really confident when I write about him so please don't mind if it might be a bit out of character (also I made it suggestive but not smut for that reason)
The market is too loud. People walk everywhere. Vendors shout. Children run between the stands. The smell of grilled food mixes with flowers and smoke.
You pull your hat lower.
“Stop looking nervous.” Law says beside you.
“I’m not nervous.”
“You keep fixing your sleeve every ten seconds.”
You immediately stop touching your sleeve.
Law gives you a look.
You glare back “This was not my idea.”
“Nor mine.” he says flatly “It was theirs.”
Ahead of you, Usopp laughs loudly while carrying a basket.
“It worked, didn’t it?” he says “Nobody suspects a married couple.”
You stare at him.
“You didn’t need to say newly married.”
“It added detail.” Usopp replies proudly.
“It ruined my life.”
Usopp shrugs “You already argue like a couple anyway.”
Law says nothing.
“You all forced us into this…” you say.
Usopp says “People trust married people.”
Law finally speaks “I still think this plan is stupid.”
Usopp points at him “But you agreed.”
Law looks annoyed “I agreed because we couldn't refuse.”
“And because you two look natural together.” Usopp says.
You nearly trip over your own foot “What?”
His smile widen.
Law exhales slowly.
“We should split up now.”
“Yes,” you say quickly “good idea.”
Usopp waves “Don’t forget to hold hands.”
You stop walking.
“You need to act believable.”
Law looks tired already “This is unnecessary.”
Usopp tilts his head “Married couples usually touch, you know?”
The silence after that feels painful.
You glance toward Law and he already looks done with life.
“Fine.” he says.
You blink “What?”
He holds out his hand.
You stare at it, then at him, then back at his hand… “This feels threatening.”
“Take my hand.”
“You sound like you hate me.”
“I sound tired.”
“That’s not better.”
“People are watching.”
You glance around and see one older woman smiling softly at you both.
You immediately look away and slowly, awkwardly, you place your hand in his.
Law’s fingers close around yours.
Your brain suddenly stops working for one second.
You hate that.
“There,” Law mutters “done.”
You clear your throat “Right.”
You both start walking again and neither of you says anything.
A vendor nearby smiles at both of you.
“Beautiful couple.” he says kindly.
Law slightly stiffens.
“Thank you.” you answer quickly.
“New marriage, right? You both look shy, it's cute.”
Your face burns and Law’s grip tightens slightly.
The vendor gives you extra fruit “For good luck.”
“Thank you.” you say again with a smile.
You walk away quickly and the moment you turn a corner, you pull your hand away “That was painful.”
“You answered too fast.”
“You said nothing.”
“You handled it.”
“You basically abandoned me.”
Law looks at you “I didn’t abandon you.”
“You absolutely did.”
“You were believable.”
You stare at him “Was I?”
“Yes.”
You look away. The street suddenly feels warmer.
Law starts walking again and you follow him, and for some reason your hand still remembers the warmth of his.
Later that day, you follow Franky until he stops in front of a small house hidden between two narrow streets.
“This is the place.” says proudly.
You look up.
The house is old but clean, with wooden walls, small paper windows, a quiet area far from the busy streets of Wano.
Perfect for hiding.
Franky places his hands on his hips.
“Nobody comes here. Safe location. Good roof. No weird smells.”
“That last one matters?” you ask.
“It always matters.”
Beside you, Law looks at the house “It’s isolated.”
“Exactly,” Franky says “good for undercover married life.”
You immediately sigh “Please stop calling it that.”
Franky grins “You two are famous already.”
Law looks tired “We shouldn’t be.”
Franky opens the door “Too late.”
You step inside.
The space is small. You all walk around and see the kitchen, the bathroom and then the bedroom .
One bed.
Very impossible to ignore.
You slowly turn.
Franky scratches the back of his neck “Oh right.”
You stare.
He points casually “Only one bedroom.”
Silence.
Law stares at the bed and then at Franky.
Franky lifts his hands quickly “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Married couple cover story. This makes sense.”
“You’re enjoying this.” you say.
“A little.”
Law exhales slowly “We’ll manage.”
Franky nods “You can stay here until things move forward. Nobody will bother you.”
He starts walking toward the door and pauses “Good luck!”
Then he leaves.
The door closes.
You stand there and Law stands near the entrance. Neither of you moves.
“This keeps getting worse…” you say.
Law glances toward the bed “Yes.”
You walk around the room slowly… there is a small couch near the wall.
Law notices it too and says “I’ll take the couch.”
You turn toward him “No.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re too tall for that.”
“I’ve slept in worse places.”
“That doesn’t mean you should.”
Law places his sword near the wall “I’ll sleep on the floor then.”
You blink “No.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.”
He looks at you “You take the bed.”
You cross your arms “And let my captain sleep on the floor?”
“It’s practical.”
“It’s stupid.”
Law raises a brow slightly “You sound annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re acting like sharing a bed is impossible.”
“It’s not impossible.”
“Then why are we arguing over it?”
Law goes quiet.
You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.
The mattress sinks softly.
You look up at him “Listen.”
He stays still.
“We’re two adults.”
He says nothing.
“I don’t care about sharing a bed just for sleeping.”
His eyes stay on you.
“It’s not a big deal. We’re about to start a war.” your voice becomes softer “We should rest while we still can.”
Law watches you carefully.
You hold his gaze.
“So I don’t care what you say.” you finish “We’re both sleeping here.”
A long silence follows.
Then Law looks away first “…You’re stubborn.”
“You already knew that.”
“That doesn’t make it easier.”
You smile slightly “It means you should stop fighting.”
He sighs quietly “Fine.”
You hide your smile.
Night comes slowly.
The house becomes darker and rain taps softly against the roof.
You lie on one side of the bed.
Law lies on the other.
Enough distance.
At least that's what you tell yourself.
The room is quiet.
You hear Law shifting slightly beside you.
You turn onto your side… then back again.
Sleep refuses to come.
You sigh.
A second later Law sighs too.
You glance toward him.
He is staring at the ceiling.
“You awake?” you whisper.
“Yes.”
“This is awkward.”
“A little...”
You smile weakly “At least the mattress is comfortable.”
“Better than the submarine beds.”
“True.”
Silence again.
You shift and your arm brushes his accidentally, which makes you freeze.
He doesn't move away and neither do you.
Your eyes slowly meet even if there's barely any light, but you still see him clearly.
His eyes… his face… the way he looks at you focused and quiet.
The air grows heavier.
You move slightly closer without thinking and Law’s eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes.
Your heartbeat becomes impossible to ignore.
Slowly you lean closer and he meets you halfway.
The kiss starts soft and careful… almost testing. Then suddenly it deepens.
Your fingers lightly grab his shirt while his hand rests against your waist.
The kiss becomes stronger and needier, like both of you wanted this longer than either wants to admit.
Your chest presses closer to his and you feel his hand tighten slightly.
Then you both stop… still close and still breathing hard.
You clear your throat “Well…” Law watches you carefully as you continue “That definitely helps the married couple act.”
A pause. Then a small laugh leaves him.
You smile immediately.
“There,” you whisper “that’s less scary.”
“You think I’m scary?”
“Only when you look at people like you want to stab them.”
“Fair.”
The tension softens.
After a moment, Law shifts slightly closer. His arm wraps carefully around your waist. Giving you time to pull away but of course you don't.
Instead, you move closer. Your head rests against his chest.
You close your eyes.
Morning comes too fast.
You wake slowly, with something heavy resting around you.
Then you realize that Law’s arm is still holding you close. Your face presses against his chest, your leg tangled slightly with his.
The front door suddenly opens and before you can even react the bedroom door slides open.
And there Bepo… Penguin… Shachi… all frozen and all staring.
Silence.
Penguin blinks “Oh?”
Shachi’s eyes go wide “Oh.”
Bepo covers his mouth “Oh no…”
You stare at them still half asleep, and still trapped in Law’s arms.
Law slowly opens his eyes. He sees the crew and his expression becomes instantly dangerous.
“What are you doing here?” he says.
Penguin raises a hand “Usopp told us where you were.”
Shachi grins “And gave us a spare key.”
“Of course he did…” you mumble.
Bepo looks guilty “We came to bring supplies…”
Nobody moves.
Then Penguin points “You’re cuddling.”
“No.” Law says immediately.
“You absolutely are.”
“No.”
“You literally are.”
Law looks ready to commit murder.
Shachi wipes his eyes “The fake marriage is becoming real.”
“Get out.” Law says.
Penguin grins “Captain looks happy for the first time in his whole life.”
“Leave.”
“You look comfortable together.”
“Now.”
You bury your face into Law’s chest again “This is the worst morning of my life.”
Law’s arm tightens slightly around you, and somehow that makes it worse and better at the same time.
You stop at the doorway and stare. It's just one room, one lamp, one tiny kitchen corner and one bedroom with one bed.
You slowly turn toward Kid “This is it?”
He walks inside like nothing is wrong “It has walls. Good enough.”
“That’s your standard?”
“It should be yours too.”
You shut the door behind you.
Outside, Wano.
Killer went another direction hours ago. You and Kid had to split from him.
Which means you are stuck here now.
You drop your bag near the wall.
The room smells faintly like dust and old wood.
Kid removes his coat and throws it over a chair.
You sit carefully on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaks.
You look up.
“Please tell me there’s another secret room somewhere.”
“No.”
“Another mattress?”
“No.”
“A couch?”
“No.”
You glance around again, just to confirm he’s right.
The room is too small.
Kid notices you looking around and says “I’ll take the floor.”
You blink “No.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re huge.”
He gives you a look “That sounded rude.”
“It was honest.”
He snorts softly, then shrugs “Still taking it.”
You shake your head “Your back will break.”
“I’ve slept on metal.”
“And that explains your personality.”
Kid looks toward you “Watch your mouth.”
You grin slightly “Or what Captain?”
He steps closer “You’re brave tonight.”
“I’m always brave.”
“You’re always annoying.”
You smile wider “And yet you keep me around.”
He rolls his eyes “Unfortunately.”
You pat the bed beside you “We can both sleep here.”
Kid immediately looks at the mattress, then at you “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s small.”
“There’s no space anywhere else for your giant body.”
He scoffs.
“You calling me fat?”
“No. Just built like a wall.”
“That’s still insulting.”
“You survive.”
Kid folds his arms “I’m not crushing you in my sleep.”
“You think you move around?”
“I know I do.”
You shrug “I move too.”
“That’s your argument?”
“Yes.”
He looks unconvinced.
You sigh dramatically “Kid.”
“What.”
“We’re hiding in Wano. We could die tomorrow.”
He goes quiet.
You continue softer “We should sleep properly while we can.”
Kid watches you. His expression unreadable. Then he clicks his tongue “You always say things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Things that make arguing with you annoying.”
You grin “So I win.”
“You’re confident.”
“I’m right.”
He stares a moment longer then finally “Fine.”
You smile to yourself and Kid notices “Don’t look proud.”
“I am proud.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
“You agreed.”
“I gave up.”
“Same thing.”
He mutters something under his breath and you laugh quietly.
Night comes slowly.
You lie near the wall and Kid lies beside you.
You immediately feel how close he is. Shoulder almost touching.
The room suddenly feels even smaller.
You stare at the ceiling.
“You awake?” you whisper.
“Yes.”
“You sound annoyed.”
“I’m trying to sleep.”
“You’re failing.”
“So are you.”
You smile slightly “Fair.”
Silence returns.
You turn onto your side, facing away.
The blanket shifts and the mattress moves.
Kid exhales quietly “You're taking all the blanket.”
“You take too much space.”
“You wanted this.”
“You’re loud.”
He snorts softly, making you blink in surprise “You laughed?”
“No.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Go to sleep, you're starting to imagine things.”
You smile into the pillow.
Wind taps lightly against the windows and the room becomes colder.
You pull the blanket higher but you're still cold.
You shift slightly closer without thinking and… just for warmth, just because the room is freezing.
Your shoulder brushes his arm.
Kid stays still.
You slowly glance back and he’s already looking at you.
The room feels quiet again.
“You cold?” he asks.
You hesitate “...A little.”
He says nothing, then he slowly lifts part of the blanket higher and toward you, without a word.
You blink “Thanks.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it.”
You smile faintly.
You settle closer under the blanket and your arm brushes his again.
Kid stares at the ceiling again but his hand stays closer now, near yours.
A soft rain keeps falling, soft against the roof.
You lie still beneath the blanket, too awake to sleep and obviously too aware of how close he's beside you.
His shoulder brushes yours every time either of you moves.
You glance toward him and he's still staring at the ceiling, wide awake.
“You’re unusually quiet…” you whisper.
He grunts softly “So?”
“So it’s weird.”
“I don’t talk when I’m tired.”
“You talk loudly when you’re tired.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
Kid shifts slightly “You complain too much.”
You smile “You’re proving my point.”
He says nothing and that alone feels super strange.
You turn slightly onto your side but facing him now.
The dim light from outside barely reaches the room but enough to barely see him, with his sharp features, the scar near his eye and the tired look on his face.
“You’re really… really too quiet.” you repeat.
Kid glances toward you “What do you want me to do? Start yelling?”
“Maybe.”
“Tch.”
You smile softly as the silence comes back but this one feels different… more comfortable.
You watch the rain through the small window.
Then another thought slips out before you can stop it “Have you ever slept like this with someone?”
The second the words leave your mouth you freeze and your eyes widen “Oh my god.”
Kid looks at you.
You immediately sit up slightly “That sounded wrong.”
He raises a brow.
“I didn’t mean—” you rub your face “No, wait, that sounds worse.”
“You panic fast.”
“Because that sounded weird.”
“You always ask weird questions anyway.”
“I know.” you groan quietly “I meant sharing a bed. Like this. Sleeping. Just… just sleeping.”
You feel heat rise to your face and refuse to look at him. You stare at the blanket instead “Forget it.”
The room stays quiet way longer than expected.
You slowly glance up.
Kid is still looking at you, but he isn't laughing or teasing or smirking.
He watches you with a serious face. Then he finally answers “No.”
You blink.
His voice is quieter than ever.
“No.” he repeats.
Something about that answer makes your chest feel strange.
You start thinking and noticing the weird softness in him. Not in words… never in words with him. But in the small things, like the way he offered to sleep on the floor first, the blanket he pulled higher toward you, the way he never moved away.
It surprises you.
You relax back into the pillow “You’re different when nobody’s around.”
Kid looks back at the ceiling “Don’t say weird things.”
“It’s true.”
“You talk too much.”
You smile faintly “You don’t deny it.”
He clicks his tongue softly.
The room slowly grows quieter and your eyes become heavier.
You yawn softly and Kid glances toward you “Tired?”
“Mhm.”
“Finally.”
You close your eyes “You sound relieved.”
“I am.”
“Rude.”
“You'll survive.”
You smile weakly with your eyes closed and slowly you drift asleep.
Morning comes gently with soft light through the windows.
You stay half asleep for a moment, feeling weirdly safe and protected.
Then slowly, you realize something, so you fastly open your eyes and freeze.
Your face rests against Kid’s chest while his arm is wrapped around your waist.
Your leg tangled slightly with his.
You stare and your brain stops working completely.
You slowly lift your head and see that Kid is still asleep. His face looks softer now, less sharp.
You stay still even though you should move.
But instead you just look at him, because somehow this feels right.
The reason you slept so well is him.
His arm tightens slightly, making you freeze again.
Then his eyes slowly open. He still looks sleepy and unfocused.
He blinks once and then he notices you, the position and the closeness.
You wait for his teasing, for his sarcasm, for his annoyance.
Instead… he just looks at you quietly.
Neither of you moves and neither of you says anything.
You realize your hand rests against his chest and that you can feel his heartbeat.
Kid glances down briefly, then back to your face.
“You drool in your sleep.” he mutters.
You stare “You ruined the moment.”
“There was a moment?”
“Obviously.”
“Tch.”
You narrow your eyes “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
You don’t answer because you don't need to.
And slowly without thinking too much, you lean closer.
Kid stays still watching and waiting.
Your forehead brushes his first, then your lips meet, softly and carefully.
Different from what you expected.
Kid’s hand moves slowly against your back and the kiss deepens slightly.
When you pull back slightly you stay close and still wrapped together, warm.
Kid looks at you quietly then he mutters “You think too much.”
You smile softly “And you pretend not to.”
His arm tightens slightly around you and neither of you moves away.
Captain! HardDom!Law / Crew!Reader
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: You and your Captain have been imprisoned. Law has been injected with some kind of drug and you're shackled to the wall. Your crew is on the way, but if Law's fever doesn't break, he won't last before they get here.
CW: Sex Pollen (But its a drug- Law Knows), DubCon, Medical Terminology, Restrained (F), Blood (Law's), Dirty Talk, Fingering (F Rec), Spit (F Rec), Creampie, Dick tattoos cause i like them, Confessing Feelings, Unspoken Feelings
ANGST, Law is remoresful. Considers Erasing Reader's Memory of the Event DD:DNE
Word Count: 3.8k
Stayed up past my bedtime for this one, but wowie I was not sleeping until I got it out of my system (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
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Law understands his body more than most people do. He is intimately familiar with the precise working of himself down the atom. He can tell you his exact molecular composition and the count of his blood at the drop of a hat. He has taken himself apart and examined his own organs from the inside out. He knows his body. He knows it well. Better than any doctor had ever known themselves.
So he knew something was wrong. He clocked the change nearly the exact moment it occurred. The rise of his temperature, the quickened pulse, and the fog descending across his thoughts. The symptoms worked dangerously fast, but it wasn’t until he felt the flood of testosterone and the rapid escalation of adrenaline that it all clicked into place just what exactly he had been dosed with.
“Captain?”
His power could remedy this without issue.
If he was able use it.
“Captain?”
But he is locked in sea prism stone prison, the metal draining him of all ability. It also lowers the baseline levels of his energy, which means the drug tearing through his system all that more potently.
“Captain!” Finally, Law’s gaze snaps to you. “What’s happening?” Your eyes are wide with concern, completely unaware that you are the one in the most danger here.
It hadn’t made sense to him at first. They’d tossed you both into this cell, but you were the only one chained to the wall. But, now- he understood completely. It was part of the torment. A cruel, vicious sort of torture, forcing a betrayal so pervasive between captives. Law hated to admit it, but it was a disgustingly effective sort of torture to force the wedge between Captain and Crew.
Your chains rattle as you try to make even the smallest bit of headway in freeing yourself. You have to get your Captain out of this cage. Whatever they have given him is making him seriously sick and without his power you weren’t sure if he’d be okay. Let alone survive long enough for the rest of the crew to find you.
Law barks your name in a tone that immediately halts your movements. “I need you to be quiet and be still.” You do as he says without question. You trust your Captain completely. Regardless of how worried you are, you have to believe he has a plan- or is working on one. Your Captain is the smartest man you’d ever met and you know there is nothing he can't figure out. You just hope he figures it out before whatever is wrong with him gets worse.
Law sits with his back to you, knees to his chest, head pressed into them. His hands cover his ears. Trying to make his body small, to block out as many of his senses as he can. He tries to breathe as little as possible. The position is slowing the effects of the poison, but it is so minuscule his rational mind tells him it won’t make a difference. Law grits his teeth in frustration, running equations through his head- trying to figure out if he could sus the exact composition of the drug coursing through his body.
You scan your eyes over the the cell, looking for something- anything- that could help. But you come up just as empty as you have for the past hour. It’s dark here, the only light comes from the fire lit sconces in the hall. There’s a drip drip drip from somewhere, but you don’t see a leak. You observe your surroundings the way Law taught you to. Pick an object and pick it apart, then move to the next and the next.
The bars were too small to fit through. The biggest structural weakness of any cell was the door so you pick apart the hinges and the keyhole. The scrape on the floor from years of being open and shut. But, nothing particularly jumps out at you.
The cell is small, sea prism lines both the walls and the floors. There is only the one set of shackles in the room, but it's odd that they chained you up instead of your Captain- when he so clearly is the greater threat between you. You figure it must mean they’re confident that whatever they dosed him with will keep him docile- or worse.
You take a deep, shuddering breath. The air here is so hot and humid, it's hard to breath in for the full ten-count your Captain would always remind you to do. The crew knows where you are- or where you were going- and they know what the plan is. You were both supposed to be back by now. They have your vivre cards. Undoubtedly, they were on their way here right this very second to save you both. You had complete, unshakable faith in your crew. They would come. They would find you.
The only thing that worried you was if your Captain would be okay until they got here from the whole other side of the island.
There was a soft clink of your chains as you slightly shifted and Law groans. His intoxicated mind already whispering devious madness in his ears. Telling him how close you are. How helpless. All chained up with no way to run from what he wanted to do to you.
Law growls in frustration, pressing his hands harder against his ears as if it could keep out his inside thoughts. Even sans the sound of your voice, his body was still reacting to your proximity. You’re as far apart from each other as you can be in the cell, but it wasn’t enough. He can feel your presence at his back. So close, so alluring. And as his senses keep heightening- he can smell you. The sweat on your skin, the scent of your sex that hadn’t yet slicked for him.
Law bites down hard on his tongue, trying to stifle the way his mind is thinking- using the pain to overwrite the receptors of sensation. But, it doesn’t help. The drug has bonded to him so completely it’s shutting out any stimulus that doesn’t align with his baser biological need. If anything, the taste of his own blood only spurs it on. Violence and arousal often stimulated similar regions of the brain. The drug was amping up his animalistic urges across the spectrum. The angrier he became, the more aroused he became. The more aroused he became, the more aggressive he became. Unless he could get the fever under control they would just keep feeding into each other.
But it was near impossible to do that when your presence alone hitched it higher. And his rational mind- what was left of it- was vaguely aware that the one thing that was going to bring the fever down before it killed him was the one thing he was determined not to suscept you to.
“Bring your knees to your chest,” he grinds out, “make your body as small as possible.” You don’t respond, but he knows you’ve done exactly as he ordered. You’re always so obedient for him. The new position muffles your scent, but not by much. It buys him maybe a couple extra minutes of rationality. But he’s torn on what exactly to do with it. He can’t see any way out of this and he won’t be able to prevent what’s about to happen.
“Listen,” he says, voice deepening, “the drug they gave me- it’s making me sick. Really sick.”
“Captain,” your voice washes over him and his cock jumps. “Tell me what to do,” your voice is desperate, but willing. You’ll do anything he tells you. You always do. Always so well behaved.
“The fever is going to kill me,” he states plainly and its the truth. He can’t think of any way to prevent it here- in this cell. At least, not any way that doesn’t involve giving into what his body wants to do to you.
“No!” There’s a sharp rattle as you press as far forward as you can. “No, Captain! I’ll get us out of here. The carpometacarpal, right? I think I can crush it if I-“
“Don’t,” he barks.
“I’m not going to let you die,” you snap, chains rattling. Law turns around to see you trying to maneuver into a position to break your hands. He quickly moves across the room and grabs your arms, halting your attempts.
You gasp, “Captain… you’re burning up.” His hands are hot were he has them wrapped around you. There's heat radiating off him and it rushes towards you like a fire licking at your skin. “Captain,” you plead, “what do we do? Tell me, please.” His eyes are fixed where your arm is trapped in his grip and they’re dark- nearly pitch black.
Your eyes follow his gaze where his burning hand has you in a vice grip and you think you must know the dilemma he’s grappling with. You don't. “Break it,” you tell him and his eyes snap to yours. “If you have to break it, do it. I can take it.” You keep your face even, trying to convince him of your resolute bravery, but he feels the way your pulse quickens in apprehension.
“You can take it, hm?” A wicked grin slices across face, “you’ll just take anything I give you, won’t you?”
You blink, brows furrowing at his words. That adorable little crease between your eyes pulls him back from the edge- just a little. He rips his hands off you. “Don’t break anything,” he rattles. “It won’t help.”
“Then what will,” you beg. Your eyes start to glisten and theres a tremble to your lip he wants to suck between his teeth. “Captain, please. Please.”
Law groans, cock twitching at the sound of your begging. He places a hand against the wall beside your head, keeping you caged. Not that you could go anywhere. Not that you could get away from him.
“The drug is a kind of stimulant. The fever increases neurotransmitter activity, amplifying base hormones that require a counterbalance to-“
“Law,” you interrupt his rambling, “what do you need?”
“I need to fuck you.” Your mouth drops, reeling back- completely caught off guard by his response. But you know he’s deathly serious. “I am going to fuck you.” His voice is gravely, thick and trembles with remorse, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
He looks straight at you and you watch as the darkness eats away at the gorgeous golden dawn of his eyes. Before it’s gone you have to tell him- he has to know- “It’s okay, Captain. It’s okay. You can do it, whatever you need.”
His face crumples and drops to the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and he nuzzles into you for a just a moment before you feel it. The shift. A change to the atmosphere, a change to the way he touches you.
He laughs darkly against your throat, “whatever I need, hm?” he drags his teeth up and nips at your jaw, “and if I need to spread you open and drive my cock into your little cunt?”
Your breath hitches and his hot fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me,” he orders.
“Y-yes,” you answer.
“Yes, what?” he snarls.
“Yes, Captain.”
His grin is satisfied as he drags his thumb across your lips. “Say it,” he urges. Blush blooms across your face and you avert your eyes. He snaps your name, “you will look at your Captain when you speak to him.” He leans in, tongue barely flitting over your lips as he hisses once more, “Now say it.”
“Y-you can have…” you lips tremble, “you can have your way with me, Captain.”
Law slams his hand into the stone by your head, making you yelp. “That is not what I said.” He tilts his head, “you’re being a bad girl, not listening to your Captain.”
Your tongue darts over your lips and his slides out to mirror you. “I’m sorry, Captain.”
“Try again.”
You swallow, trying not to look away from him as you repeat his filthy words, “you can spread me open, Captain. You can drive your-” you stutter just a little, “y-your cock into my little cunt.”
He smiles at you, fingers brushing your cheek. “Good girl.” His face softens as he caresses you, “always my good girl…” Your heart flips and he cocks a brow, leaning forward to look into your eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You like being Captain's good girl.” There’s a fluttering low in your tummy and Law grins- watching how your pupils dilate. “Oh, you like it a lot.”
He leans back on his knees, letting his eyes roam over your restrained body. “But I already knew that.” Law shrugs his jacket off his shoulders. “So tell me something-” he peels his shirt off his back, “-that I don’t know.”
Despite yourself, your eyes roam over your Captain's body, trailing the lines of his tattoos drawn through the ridges of his muscle. Despite how decorated his skin is, he so rarely shows it. “I…” you snap your eyes back up to his, “I like to look at you.”
He shakes his head, shoulders shaking as he laughs, “you think I don’t know that?” Embarrassed heat flushes through you. “You think I don’t see the way you watch me? You think I don’t let you watch?” His grin turns devious, “tell me what you do to yourself when you think about me.” You stammer, while Law’s hands start undoing his pants. “Go on.”
“I…” your thighs press together as you confess in a small voice, “I touch myself.”
“What?” he teases with a tilt of his head, “Can’t hear you.”
Your heart thumps wildly, “I touch myself when I think of you, Captain.”
Your Captain leans forward and fists the fabric of your shirt- and your bra with it. “I know,” he shrugs- then rips in one strong motion, tearing your clothes away.
You gasp, unable to cover yourself with your hands chained to the wall. “C-captain!” Despite that, you still yank on the restraints as if it would make a difference. Law’s cock twitches watching you struggle and he slides his pants over his knees, finally leting it fall free.
Your eyes snap to his cock, mouth falling open. “Now you have something new to look at,” his tone is arrogant, enjoying the way you take him in. Your eyes trace the tattoos striping over his low waist to wind around his cock. His hand rubs up the underside of his shaft and it jerks against his touch, precum oozing from his slit. “You gonna think about this when you touch yourself?”
“Yes, Captain.”
He chuckles, “good girl. So honest.” Law slides forward and grabs the waist of your shorts, yanking them down over your curves and tossing them to the side with the rest of your ruined clothes. You’re completely naked for him now, strung up and exposed.
You squeeze your legs together, pulling your knees up, trying to instinctually preserve a bit of your modesty. Your Captain continues stroking his cock as he looks at you. “Spread your knees.” You bite your lip with a whimper. “That’s an order.” You move them apart a touch. “Wider.” A little bit wider.
Law growls grabbing both knees and throwing them apart, pinning them back against the wall, where you leave them as he leans back to admire the sight. “Why are you trying to hide from me, hm? Are you embarrassed?” You cry out when he suddenly sticks a finger into you and drags it up through your slit. He inspects it with a grin before holding it out to you. “Embarrassed by how wet you are?” He brings the finger back and sticks it into his mouth, moan from the taste of you dropping deeper when he sees your cunt squeeze around nothing.
“Yes, Captain,” you answer.
He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop and hauls your hips up into his lap. Your fingers tighten around your chains as his fingers spread you open. You gasp as he rubs his tumbs to either side of your clit, head tilting back with a moan.
Law uses his thumbs to stimulate your clit in ways you’ve never felt before while his knuckles spread your dripping cunt. “You like this? That’s the root of your clit,” his voice slips back into a familiar instructional tone. “When I press like this,” you cry out, hips bucking into his hands. “Enhances sensitivity, by increasing the blood flow there…” He’s so focused on perfecting the technique of it on your body it almost feels like he’s himself again-
He spits on your clit, making your body jerk. “Get it nice and swollen,” he chuckles as if he’s amused with himself, “you’re gonna cum so fucking hard on my cock.” Your pussy clenches around the points of Law’s knuckles where he keeps stretching your hole open.
He looks up at you, hands not stopping. “You still haven’t told me something I don’t know.”
He hums when your brow furrows, searching your mind for something you could offer him. “Y-you gave me your hoodie when we were on the Kazen Islands…”
“Mhm.”
“I still have it.”
“I kno-“
“I sleep in it, sometimes.” Law's hands slow and his eyes soften at the intimacy of the confession. Despite everything you have been doing, it’s only now that you feel the most vulnerable- the most exposed.
Law wraps your legs around his waist and slides his hands up your body. He leans forward, giving you more slack on the chains and letting your weight rest in his lap. His face nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing into your pulse- his voice is just a breath against it. “You used my shower when the pipes were busted.” Another press of his lips, kissing up your neck- “you left your hair tie on my sink.” You feel the head of his cock slide easily into you Law kisses the hollow of your ear, “I keep it in my nightstand.”
His hips press forward and he lets you feel every inch of his cock as slides home. You groan deeply, legs tightening around him. Your hands instinctively try to wrap around his body, but are stopped by the chains. “Captain~” you moan. He thrusts into you, deep and steady, his arm keeping your back from hitting the jagged stone.
His other hand finds its way between your bodies, pressing into your clit. It’s just as sensitive as he promised it would be. He circles his fingers atop your bud, still wet with your slick and his spit. He slowly increases the pressure and his hips pick up speed.
The ground splits the skin of Law’s knees, but the sting of it is drowned out by how deliciously your body takes him, squeezing him deeper. He holds you tighter, lifting a little higher to keep your wrists slack. Even in his state, sapped of his natural energy, he could do this. For you- his pretty girl, so soft- he wasn’t putting you on the ground. He knows at his pace the stone would scrape you up and the only marks that belong on your body are his.
Law's mouth returns to the pulse at your throat and sucks, his tongue darting over the sensitive flesh. His fingers press into your clit faster now- relentless- desperate for the sweet clench of your body.
“Captain…” you moan, “I’m… I’m getting close.”
His mouth parts from your flesh with a stand with a strand drool, “Good girl. Need you to cum on your Captain’s cock.” His fingers roll faster over your clit, near vibrating and you tilt your head back.
“Yes, I’m gonna- Captain, I’m…”
Law plows himself into you, snarling through his teeth- desperately holding on until he feels that first squeeze of your orgasm. “Say my name, baby. Say my name.”
“Law-!“ his name breaks over your tongue as you cum and Law arches his back as he spurts into you.
“Fuuck,” he groans, jerking his hips to milk every drop into you, “so fucking tight.”
Your body convulses as you come down from your high and Law scoots knees to the wall so you can sit in his lap. He wraps both arms around your back to keep you off the stone. You still can’t put your arms around him, but you drop your head into the crook of his neck, still in the aftershock of your orgasm.
Your breaths are shallowing, gasping for air and his fever begins to recede, the fog just barely starting to lift. He tightens his hold on you as he feels your lips tremble against his skin, “Captain…”
“Shhh…” he soothes. “I’m here, I got you. Captain’s got you.”
Your body grows heavy, the exhaustion of your circumstances finally settling over you.
➽──────────────❥
You’re still sleeping in Law’s arms an hour later. You’re dressed now, though. He put your shorts back on and slid his shirt up your legs, tying the arms around your back to keep it from slipping down- and he’s back in his pants and his jacket. He used the ruined scraps of your clothes to clean you of himself and you barely stirred.
He holds you close to the wall, easing the tension from your restraints. He can see the raw red skin beneath the shackles and his chest twists he caused some of it. He was too rough with you- far too rough. And though he knows you’re going to forgive him for it, he hates that your first time together is so tainted. He’d spent so long imaging how it could go- how it would go, one day- and this was not even a shadow of what you deserved.
He would have to make it up to you- somehow.
Or, maybe he’d have to make you forget.
He can do that once his power returns. And maybe he should. He has no idea how you will look at him now- and if he will survive it. Part of him wishes he’d just let the fever take him instead. But, you never would have let that happen. You were ready to shatter your own body just to be next to him in a cell neither of you could escape from.
He can feel the shudder through the stones and hear the commotion floors above that tells him the crew has arrived. He never had any doubt they would.
And even though you wake when the cell is pried open and your cuffs are removed, Law still carries you all the way home.
we all know that law chronically does not sleep but what if another insomniac joined the crew and what if that sleep-deprived person was you?
the polar tang is always unusually quiet at night. the crew have mostly settled into their respective bunks and the only sign of life left is the constant reassuring hum that seems to be vibrating through the ship's walls at all times.
except there is one last other thing left or rather one person, and that person is you.
you have always had trouble sleeping. it started back when you were a teenager, and now that you're older with new struggles and more worries, it only keeps getting worse. it's not that you don't want to sleep, you crave it desperately, maybe more than anything else, but lying in bed wide awake every night is probably the most infuriating experience you have ever had. (even more infuriating than playing cards with shachi who keeps cheating very badly every single time.)
now, you know that leaving the comfort of your bed might not help you fall asleep any faster but you've never done well with time that feels wasted and so you've gotten into the habit of busying yourself until you feel like it's worth another try to enter dream land.
the crew sometimes jokes about the helpful ghost that seems to be haunting their ship because they keep waking up to things they swear were broken when they went to bed last night suddenly fixed.
no one really mentions it, apart from the occasional jokes, because even after five months of sailing with them, no one's really sure how to approach you about it. but it's an unspoken agreement that whenever someone finds you passed out on the floor next to a boiler that was causing trouble the day before, a wrench still in your hand, they let you sleep. it doesn't happen every night, but usually you manage to catch up on at least a few hours like this. sometimes someone even drapes a blanket over you. (you've tried to figure out who it is, who cares enough to go get a blanket from somewhere and come back to carefully place it on top of your sleeping form, but whenever you mention it to anyone they act like they have no idea what you're talking about.)
you're not sure how your captain feels about you missing early morning meetings from time to time, when you've finally managed to fall asleep and no one had the heart to wake you up - the ever present shadows under your eyes telling them that you desperately need the rest - but the crew insists they can brief you about everything at lunch anyways.
it's a delicate balance you and the others have settled into and it's what keeps you sane through those countless sleepless nights.
the only issue is that lately there hasn't been much left to fix anymore.
at first, you think that maybe there can't be something broken all the time, maybe you've finally caught up on all the little emergencies that are always going on.
but you live on a submarine with like 20 other people. two of those people being penguin and shachi. there's always something that needs fixing.
and you could've sworn that the coffee maker wasn't working just this morning, but when you enter the kitchen at 2am sharp, toolbox in hand, you notice that the little yellow light signaling the machine is doing it's thing is glowing again, and someone has put a jug into the compartment that is already filling with steaming hot black coffee.
before you can even begin to wonder who on this ship has decided to make coffee in the middle of the night, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.
a little startled you glance back to find law standing behind the door. he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, casual as ever.
(was he.. waiting for you?)
"i've been wondering how my crew manages to get so many tasks done lately but i'm starting to think that it's not the crew."
he pushes himself off the wall.
"it's just you, right?"
he looks at you with what you interpret as a contemplating gaze, but if you're being honest you have no idea what's going through his head. it's always hard to read him.
a silent moment forms between you while you consider what to say. your brain isn't working right at this time of night. you inhale to say something, anything, to not make this situation any weirder than it already is but he beats you to it. you let out your breath, relieved that you don't have to come up with an excuse right away.
"why are you doing this?"
and for god's sake, that's an even worse question to answer.
you try to collect yourself and start stammering something, random words quietly bubbling out of you. you think you hear yourself mumble something along the lines of "just- uh, doing my job", but before you can form a coherent explanation, law stops you again.
"you know that you don't have to prove yourself, right? you have already earned your place on this ship."
you look up in quiet surprise.
he spoke in the same voice as always - sharp, controlled and direct, not leaving anything up for interpretation. but in his eyes, and along the sharp structure of his face, lies a softness you're not used to seeing on your captain.
something about it makes you incredibly nervous. but it also drains the tension out of your shoulders and you notice yourself relax a little.
does he think you stay awake every night to impress him? and what's even more important: is he concerned about you?
"i can't sleep", you blurt.
you don't want him to worry about you - about this.
"it's really not that deep, i've always had issues falling asleep and i just like to use the time i'd spend lying awake in my bed anyways for something useful instead."
law gives you a half-smile.
no, really.
he smiles.
just a little.
a smile just tiny enough to be gone the second you see it.
(what is happening?)
"i see", he says.
then he moves over to the table and sits down before patting the space next to him.
"tell me more. i'm a doctor. maybe i can help."
he looks up at you expectantly.
you realize you're still just standing there, by the coffee maker, with your stupid toolbox and you hesitate for a moment before you rush to put it down and almost stumble over it as you go to sit down next to law at the table.
"i don't mean to question your abilities as a doctor, but honestly i think i've tried everything", you sigh and rest your hands on the table before resting your forehead on top of them.
"it's quite frustrating, really", you turn your head so you can look up at him, putting your cheek on top of your stacked hands. "nothing seems to help."
"fixing the coffee maker at four in the morning will not help you fall asleep any faster either", he hums quietly.
"yeah, what's up with that by the way? i swear it was still broken at breakfast."
"i fixed it", he admits casually. "in hopes of finally making you go to bed on time."
you raise your brows in surprise.
has law been aware of your bad sleeping habits all this time?
he just seems to keep doing it tonight. surprising you. catching you off guard in the dimly lit kitchen at 2am, like some kind of weirdly concerned ghost.
you start wondering if your captain also was the one to fix the lights in the storage room two nights ago.
"but i see now how my strategy might be flawed", law says and has the audacity to sound slightly amused.
you chuckle.
"thank you anyways", you mutter. "for trying." and then: "i didn't realize you cared so much."
now he seems to be the one surprised. which, in terms of law's range of publicly displayed emotions, is barely noticable, but you still do. you notice. you always do.
there's a short moment.
he swallows.
"what kind of captain would i be if i didn't care about the wellbeing of my crew?", he says in a tone you can't quite place. but then again you don't think you can place anything about him ever.
and yeah, you're guessing that it makes sense for him to care about the members of his crew getting enough sleep every night. and it's not like it stops there. he always makes sure you're all eating right and then there's the regular medical check ups. he makes sure you're all well taken care of in any way he can. and you're beginning to wonder if maybe you've just been imagining the way law always seems to soften around the edges when it comes to you.
"probably not a very good one", you try to joke but it comes out a little strained.
you watch him stare at something that isn't actually there, before his shoulders drop a little and he looks back down at you, with eyes that seem to be struggling with something unknown to you.
"i care about you", he says. "because you're part of the crew, of course, but also because you're-"
he pauses.
"because you're you."
and it seems like he deflates a little as the words leave his mouth.
a few seconds pass.
your brain starts working towards realizing what law just said in slow, agonizing steps.
you lift your head off the table, then lift yourself to sit up straighter. you tilt your head up slightly to be able to catch his eyes with yours properly. you open your mouth. then close it. you take a shallow breath, because your heart might burst at any moment now and your ribcage won't open properly to let in more air for a reason your brain is too slow to name.
you think you feel yourself smile but you can't be sure.
is this-? did he..?
he didn't really say much. but it's law. law, who doesn't waste his breath for anything untrue ever. law, who chooses his words so carefully that every syllable he speaks is worth more than entire libraries ever could be. law, who only speaks when he deems it absolutely necessary. law, who, unbeknownst to you, hasn't told anyone that he cares in such a long time, that he almost can't believe he could still pronounce the words right.
something shifts. the air feels different. and law stands up.
is he leaving? he can't be leaving! you haven't even had the chance to say anything, he can't just leave you sitting here with all of these weird feelings and emotions coursing through you, it's like your entire body is screaming and you can't move, hell, you're pretty sure you've forgotten how to breathe at some point.
"let's go", he says warmly.
you look up to where he's standing by the door.
"what?", you hear yourself say. "where?"
"come on", he says and before you can say anything else he's already left the room.
of course you get up and follow him out of the kitchen, down the hallway.
you feel a little like a lost puppy, just trailing behind your captain like this. you could obviously just catch up to him, but the hallways are narrow on the polar tang and you don't trust yourself to be in such close proximity of him right now.
his words keep replaying in your head until they start sounding like a scratched record that your brain produced, and you get so lost between your whirling thoughts and rewinding the moment over and over again that you don't notice where you're going until you're there.
law suddenly stops and opens a door, before gesturing for you to go inside the room.
you do just that, only half managing to make your damn brain shut up, and then you look up and you stop in your tracks because you're standing in the only place you've never been to on the entire ship.
it's laws room. captain's quarters. the only door that's always closed.
and you can see his desk. and shelves filled with books. and his bed backed against the wall. it's honestly smaller than you expected. (the room. not the bed. the bed is fine. why are you thinking about the bed.)
you feel a hand on your lower back as law pushes you a little further into the room so he can come inside as well.
and in any other situation you probably would have freaked out about that little gesture alone, but you're too busy freaking out about literally everything else, this entire strange caricature of a night, that you don't even get to notice how his hand lingers before he carefully takes it away again.
"the sheets are fresh", law says from behind you, quietly. "i will let the others know you're sleeping in tomorrow morning."
you hear the door creak and you turn around so fast you get whiplash.
law's hand is on the doorknob, clearly meaning to go and leave you here. in his quarters. to sleep. in his room. on his bed.
what.
"what?", you say eloquently.
"you. bed. now. captain's orders."
"i- but you.. where will you go?"
"i'll be fine." he walks over to you and gestures towards the bed (his bed!) again. "now go get some rest."
and you have the impulse to argue with him, you want to say something, you want to talk about that moment you just shared in the galley, and maybe also about how it really doesn't feel right that he's just leaving you here in his room all by yourself, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is:
"uh, i mean- yeah, sure", and then a quiet "thank you."
law nods and then turns around again to leave the room.
no.
wait.
this isn't right.
you have to get a grip on yourself.
he's walking away.
say something.
now!
"law", you say and it's so quiet that you're surprised when he actually stops walking.
"hm?", he turns his head and looks at you.
you search his face for something, anything, any sign of whatever it is that you're looking for, because you don't even know what you're expecting to see, but there's nothing there, nothing at all for you to hold onto.
but it doesn't matter. law was honest with you and now you're going to show him the same kind of honesty in return. he deserves to know how you feel, too. you brace yourself before you let out the words.
"i don't want you to go."
you watch as your words hit him, and it's almost comical, because for a split second he actually looks like he got hit. there's the tiniest hint of motion, only a slight tear in his stoic demeanour, but it goes through his entire body, shakes him to his core, and you're pretty sure you hear his breath hitch.
he stares at you.
you stare at him.
for a long moment you just watch each other in your awkward and unsure, but all the while shared misery.
"can you say that again?", law then asks, he pleads, and you don't think you've ever seen him like this, never seen him so soft and open, never seen this side of him that is making you wonder what else this man is hiding.
and isn't that a cliché if you've ever seen one? the cold and mean 'surgeon of death', hiding his softest parts behind a mask that he never takes off. who would've guessed.
"stay, please. i want you to stay", you say in all your honesty, because it doesn't matter anymore, you've already decided to be brave about this and there's no way back now.
he draws in a soft breath.
"okay."
and he steps away from the door, quietly closing it behind him, and then he carefully crosses through the room, all the way over to you.
you see the exact moment he swallows down his hesitation, because then he's climbing into his bed and holding up the covers for you, waiting for you to lie down next to him.
and you take a second to be very really glad about the fact that he spared you the awkward moment of debating wether it was too much to actually share the bed.
and so you take the place next to him and there seems to be an unspoken agreement of some sort between you, that apparently both of you are too tired to make a fuss about anything anymore, and that this is a moment of much needed comfort for the both of you and so you barely hesitate when you scoot closer and he doesn't wait even a second before he wraps his arms around you.
you pass out within the same minute.
- ✧ -
the next morning you wake up to law's even breathing and the weight of his arm that is still holding you close to his chest. you breathe in and almost choke because it's like you just inhaled an overdose of law. you're not just wrapped up in his arms, you're wrapped up in him, in his very essence, in trafalgar law in his entirety.
and then he wakes up and he starts moving and blinking and he looks down at you and your eyes lock and it's a moment that feels larger than life itself.
nothing happens. for a minute or two. you just stare. the air around you is so charged, you can almost see the electricity flicker in the corner of your eye.
law is the first to break the stillness, when he moves his hand that is still resting on your back, just a little. his fingers slowly, very slowly, trail down your spine and then back up, before the process repeats itself all over again. it's a small movement, but it's enough.
your breath catches.
you don't know who leans in first, but the next thing you know are his lips on yours and your hands in his hair, and his arms pulling you into him, so tight around your waist you feel like you're melting and - oh god - now he's swiping his tongue against your bottom lip and you open your mouth, and suddenly the small room feels very hot, and you press your hand against the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer, and there's a lip bite and a groan and it's all so beautiful and chaotic that you start wondering if you're still dreaming.
dreaming.
right.
you had a dream.
you were asleep.
you slept.
you immediately pull away.
"oh my god", you gasp. "oh my god, i'm not tired."
suddenly you feel giddy.
"for the first time in months i am not tired", you realize. "i slept through the entire night, i slept for hours on end!"
you look at law and shake his shoulders a little, as you beam at him.
"law, i fell asleep!"
he chuckles, actually chuckles, and nuzzles your head softly.
"i know", he hums.
"oh my god, i'm so happy i could just-"
you stop, as a small realization hits you.
"could just what?", he asks, one eyebrow playfully raised as he looks down at you.
"i'm so happy i could kiss you."
"then do."
and you do.
- ✧ -
a/n: this turned out way sappier than i thought it would, but i still think it's cute. soft law is good for the soul, or so i've heard.
katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...
he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow — pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"
and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good — and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.
so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.
"why won't you let me do this"
your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsuki—"
"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"
it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.
so, you give him an ultimatum...
and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life — because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.
and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be — he'll choose that damn blanket every time.
a/n: do we fuck with the blurbs horndogs? i like writing them when i feel like i have an idea that doesn't need a whole fic 🤔 also then i can provide for your freakiness a little faster ykyk -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
Can I have a law x reader where reader gets jealous of Robin but law reassures reader that he loves only them. I really want some good hurt/comfort. Thank you!!
One Piece | Law | 3.5k | One Piece Masterlist
You twirled the blade over your fingers before you let it fall back on the table. “I like the range,” you said. “I can throw a knife but hurling a sword is a bit stupid.”
“If you move fast enough, distance doesn’t matter,” Zoro scoffed. “You could try throwing as many as you want but you’d still be dead before the first one leaves your hands.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”
“But right.”
He wasn’t that annoying, honestly, but you were already in a bit of a mood and the Straw Hat’s swordsman wasn’t bettering it. You took the drink he slid toward you and downed it, eyes automatically sliding toward Law at the opposite side of the Thousand Sunny. He looked vaguely irritated too which didn’t better your own mood.
“You good?” Zoro asked.
“Fine.”
He followed your gaze long enough to find your captain. “Normally people don’t look like they want to commit murder when they’re fine.”
“I wouldn’t kill him,” you said, turning your attention back to your drink. “I’m just… irritated.”
“At him?”
“No.”
You weren’t really certain what exactly was irritating you, to be honest. Law hadn’t done anything particularly irritating and you had no real problem with any of the Straw Hats. They were a little rowdy but that wasn’t the worst thing… it was just that every time you heard snippets of conversation involving history, it made you vaguely annoyed.
The more you thought of it, the more you did know what was irritating you. And it wasn’t something even in the realm of logical.
Which didn’t make it better.
“So, Robin,” you said.
Zoro frowned at you. “Robin?”
“You should know her,” you told him. “Is she… nice?”
What a stupid thing to ask, really. You cursed yourself for the ridiculous question but at least it seemed to somewhat go over his head. He shrugged.
“Guess so. Why?”
“I was just wondering. I felt like you should know considering she’s on your crew.”
He didn’t respond and you sighed to yourself. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were thinking. Both the times you’d met the Straw Hat Pirates before now, you’d realised that Zoro didn’t have much of an opinion on the social dynamics of his crew.
You looked at your empty tankard and swung your legs off the table to get another.
“Mind grabbing me a second one?” he asked, one eye open.
“Don’t you mean a fourth?”
“You counting?”
You had been out of curiosity more than anything else. Thankfully, no sooner had you approached the table with various foods and drinks laid out and Sanji offered to pour you something, only mildly grumbling when you asked after something for Zoro too.
While you waited, you leaned back against the table and looked around the Thousand Sunny.
Lantern light swayed gently overhead, throwing warm gold across the deck while music and laughter drifted between clusters of pirates. Plates crowded every available surface and somebody had already started a drinking competition near the railings. Beyond them, the sea stretched dark and endless beneath the stars.
It was a lovely ship.
You hadn’t spent enough time aboard it to properly appreciate it before now but the open space alone felt like a luxury. The Straw Hats had somehow turned half the deck into a feast and there was still room for people to move around without colliding with each other.
Beside the Sunny, the Polar Tang rose and fell with the waves.
You loved the submarine. You always would.
But looking at it from here made it very easy to remember that most of your life was spent inside a giant metal tube.
“Are you and the captain fighting?”
You jumped at Bepo’s sudden appearance, swatting at him in protest for the minor heart attack he’d given you. “Please tell me before you do that,” you complained. “And no?”
Why would he think that? Law and you certainly hadn’t been fighting before you boarded the Thousand Sunny. Quite the opposite. He’d liked your choice of outfit enough that if you moved the fabric too much, a fresh bruise might show on your collarbone.
Bepo didn’t look convinced, tapping his claws together. “I’m worried,” he said. “You’ve both been glaring for a while now. Ikkaku thought you might have argued.”
“Glaring?” you said. “We’ve barely spoken the whole evening.”
“I know. That’s the weird part,” he said, voice quiet.
“We’re fine,” you promised.
You were. There was nothing to really be upset with Law about… he hadn’t done anything wrong. The strange annoyance curling beneath your ribs wasn’t something you could blame on him anyway. You looked over to him, still deep in conversation with Robin whose faint smile made something curl in your chest.
Jealousy? It felt vaguely familiar enough to be even though logically you knew there was no reason to be.
“This is for mosshead,” Sanji said, putting a tankard down next to you. “Tell him to get the next one himself rather than bothering a lady to do it.”
You glanced at the drink. “Is this watered down?”
“He won’t know the difference.”
Bepo was frowning at you. “I think you should go and talk to the captain,” he said. “Just in case.”
“He’s in the middle of a conversation,” you countered though you knew you didn’t have to avoid him. “Besides, I don’t have enough energy to handle Straw Hat right now.”
“That’s fair,” Sanji commented. “Luffy can be a bit loud at times but you get used to it.”
Bepo tapped his claws together. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you said. “Bepo, I’m fine. I’m having a great time. This ship is actually really nice.”
“I can imagine it’s considerably better than a submarine,” Sanji said. “No offense intended but it does seem a little cramped for such a large crew.”
You couldn’t deny it. The Polar Tang had been an adjustment even if you wouldn’t trade it away for the world. The Heart Pirates were hardly a small crew and they could certainly be enthusiastic in a way that echoed in a metal submarine.
That didn’t make you love them any less.
“I do like the open air,” you admitted. “And I imagine moving furniture around is much easier on a ship like this but I’ve come to see the Tang as a far safer vessel.”
Sanji nodded in acknowledgement. “It’s not for me, chéri, but as long as a beautiful woman is happy, she should stay wherever she pleases.”
“There are other benefits too,” you said. “Brooding swordsman are very good reasons to stick around.”
He rolled his eyes. “We have one of those too. You’re more than welcome to take him back with you. It would certainly make my life far easier.”
“No thank you. One is more than enough but speaking of.” You held up Zoro’s drink. “You okay Bepo?”
“I think so,” he said.
His expression hadn’t really changed, his ears still slightly twitchy like they became when he was feeling anxious, his eyes big and watery. Someday, you should tell him that he looked absolutely terrifying when he pulled that face but you had a feeling it would upset him to know.
The liquid in the tankard almost sloshed over when you shoved it Zoro, sitting by him again and glancing toward Law. You met his eyes and for a second, you stared at your captain across the deck in silence.
Then Straw Hat said something and his attention shifted again.
You breathed out through your nose and refocused on the sky. He was just having a normal conversation and yet, you found yourself mildly annoyed at him. Worse than that, he looked good in this lighting which felt deeply inconsiderate given your mood.
Zoro didn’t speak to you and neither you to him. It wasn’t like you even particularly cared about the swordsman but of all the choices on this crew, he was the quietest.
Yet thirty minutes and two drinks later, Zoro lazily opened an eye and looked over your shoulder. “Your crew’s staring at you like you’re about to jump overboard,” he commented. “Don’t know if you want to deal with that or…”
“What?” you asked.
You turned your head to find the Heart Pirates, who had been spread out mingling, had now gathered together in a small group. A tiny cult formed in the corner of the ship that immediately refocused their attention when you looked over to them.
You breathed out sharply through your nose. “Oh no.”
“Something wrong?”
You sighed. “Whenever they start doing that, I know they’ve got a stupid idea.”
“Sounds like when Luffy and Usopp hold a conversation for suspiciously long,” he muttered. “At least the bear can swim, right?”
“Not that kind of idea,” you said. “It’s usually a theory.”
You looked over at Law and met Robin’s eyes. She said something to him and he turned his head and you looked at the crew. He frowned at their huddle, glancing at you as though you had some kind of answer.
You shrugged helplessly.
He gestured for you to go talk to them and you returned it with a gesture for him to go instead. For a few seconds, you had a standoff, waiting for the other to cave first.
Normally, you would have given in and dealt with the headache before he had to but you had an added motive of kind of wanting him to move away from the Straw Hats. Petty or not, you were particularly stubborn about this.
“Captain,” you mouthed at him, reminding him that they were technically his problem.
He responded with an expression you took to mean they were more likely to talk to you because of that very reason. They didn’t always want to bother him with things and he also dismissed their theories far quicker than you did. You gave him an exhausted look to remind him that you’d dealt with this the last time and that had just made it go on longer.
He narrowed his eyes but you shook your head regardless. He was your captain but you weren’t about to jump to these kinds of problems just because he told you to.
Besides, you were at a party. You held up your drink to show him it was still half full.
“You two always just stare at each other for awkward lengths of time?” Zoro asked.
You froze and realised this must look ridiculous to anybody who witnessed it and didn’t understand. Indeed, most of the Straw Hats were looking mildly confused. Robin laughed behind her hand.
“He won’t go and see what the problem is,” you griped. “Because he’s being stubborn.”
Zoro frowned. “Are you a mind reader or something?”
“No but he’s trying to get me to go and I don’t particularly want to. I’m not the one who’s been sitting still the whole evening.”
Law glanced back at you and raised an eyebrow. You shook your head minutely and he sighed, exasperated, but he stood. It was a minor victory but it relaxed you a little more now that he was walking over to the crew.
Honestly, it was probably better. They listened to him far better than they did to you.
“Right,” Zoro said with a nod. “You got all that through staring?”
“I know him well enough and he’s easy to read,” you defended yourself.
“No. Luffy’s easy to read. I don’t know what that was.”
You couldn’t particularly argue with him about that because admittedly, you didn’t always find Law easy to read. Sometimes he was quite impossible. But that was only when he was in a particularly bad mood.
“He’s annoying me tonight,” you relented. “So, I’m also more aware of him.” It was a poor excuse but it was the best you had.
“Why?”
“Because he’s over there.”
“So, go over there.”
“No, I – ”
The whispering from your crew had become sharper and you turned your head toward them to find the enthusiasm was very much being directed toward you. Penguin was directly gesturing toward you; his attention locked on Law. Law’s jaw twitched and he turned to you, crystal clear in what he wanted. You sighed and stood.
“Wish me luck,” you muttered, grabbing your knife.
“Don’t stab people on deck. Franky doesn’t shut up about it.”
You strolled toward the circle, already knowing this had to be something ridiculous from your captain’s expression. What idea they had come up with now…
“What’s going on?” you asked.
Law sighed. “Stop whining about it to me and ask her then.”
It was good to hear his voice. After avoiding it for the whole evening, you hadn’t realised just how much you missed it until now. You smiled faintly before you looked toward the crew, scanning for the weakest link.
“Yes?”
It turned out to be Shachi because the second you stared at him for too long, he blurted out, “Are you planning on leaving the crew?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Bepo said – ”
“Not that you were leaving,” Bepo hurried to say. “But that we should make sure you didn’t want to. You said you liked their ship more than ours!”
“For moving furniture around, yes,” you said. “What does that have to do with me leaving the crew?”
Law frowned at you. “Why are you moving furniture around?”
“I’m not. I was just saying that it would be easier on a ship like this because the doors are wider,” you said. “Last week, it was an absolute pain to drag the broken bench out of my room because of how narrow the door was.”
“I could have used shambles for that.”
“I wasn’t going to bother you about a bench.”
“You’re also sitting with their swordsman,” Uni said accusingly. “So how are we meant to know you’re not considering their group?”
“We have a swordsman who I prefer,” you reminded him. “But there are like two quiet people on this ship and one of them was busy.”
“You could have joined us,” Law said.
“You were having a conversation.”
“Not one that didn’t have space for you. I made space for you to join me multiple times.”
“No, you didn’t?”
Had he? You had to admit that you’d been so focused on not being caught staring at him that you hadn’t really been paying much attention to the subtle ways he’d normally have invited you to join him.
“And the two of you have been glaring at each other the entire night,” Ikkaku said. “So, we thought maybe you were arguing about something.”
“Which might make you leave because you’re so desperately in love with the captain,” Penguin added in. “And we know that if he said something rude, it would really upset you.”
“Not that he wouldn’t be upset,” Shachi mentioned. “Because he’s obsessed with you and that’s saying something because he’s a bit dense towards women – ”
“Hey,” Law said warningly and they all quietened. “That’s enough. Nobody’s leaving.”
You pressed your lips together to stifle your faint embarrassment. Maybe you had been staring a decent amount but Ikkaku had said that both of you were glaring so that meant… you glanced toward Law and then back at Zoro for a second before realisation hit you.
You brought a hand to your mouth to stifle a laugh as you connected the dots. Oh. Oh that was actually a little embarrassing that you hadn’t noticed.
There was a faint red on the edges of his ears.
“We’re not fighting,” you reassured. “Here, see.”
You pressed a quick, fleeting kiss to Law’s cheek and he immediately flushed, glaring at you briefly before he looked toward your second audience. The Straw Hats were absolutely staring also.
“We’re perfectly normal,” you reassured.
“But the staring – ”
“It’s normal to look at people,” Law said firmly.
The Heart Pirates looked very confused and you placed a hand against his arm. “Normal,” you agreed. “Do you want something to drink?”
He nodded stiffly and you both stepped away, though not before he gave them a warning look. “Stop theorising about nothing.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you reiterated. “And there’s nothing wrong with us.”
“Are you sure?” Bepo asked.
You sighed and hurried away, practically hauling him with you and it said something about his own embarrassment that he just followed after you. You fought not to laugh as you whispered, hopefully quiet enough to avoid eavesdropping.
“You’ve been staring at me all night?”
“Apparently it’s a mutual hobby.”
“Talk about it later?”
“Yes. For now, join us. I need some relief from Straw Hat-ya.”
You had clearly underestimated Bepo’s hearing because he swivelled his head to you immediately. “So, something is wrong?”
“No,” you both answered.
The party with the Straw Hats went late enough that your feet ached by the time you finally stepped back aboard the Polar Tang. The quiet felt almost strange after hours of music, shouting, and Luffy's voice carrying effortlessly across an entire ship.
The familiar metal halls hummed softly around you as you made your way toward the captain's quarters.
You were tired. Not exhausted enough to skip checking the corridor three separate times before entering, but tired.
“Be doubly sure,” he said firmly.
You checked once more and then closed the door and finally locked it. For a second, you stared at each other and then you burst into honest laughter. Law shook his head but you didn’t miss the smirk on his face.
“I’m leaving?” you asked.
“Honestly…” he sighed and draped his coat over a chair. “Do you know they had a tally of how often we looked at each other?”
You groaned. “I probably won. I was so ridiculously jealous.”
“Jealous?” he repeated. “Of what?”
“The same thing you were,” you countered.
He didn’t refute you, just sighed and shook his head. “Logically, I know I have nothing to be jealous about. You wouldn’t survive with that crew. Not a single one of them has an ounce of self-preservation. They throw themselves against walls for the fun of it.”
You chuckled and walked closer to him, reaching for his hat. He let you take it and put it on your own head instead. “I know, logically, I have nothing to be jealous about either. And yet…”
“Yet you were.”
“It seems that knowing you’re in love with me and knowing that you’re dense about other women existing isn’t enough for me some days.”
Law gave you an exhausted look. “I know other women exist.”
“I would hope so otherwise you need some new medical books.”
“Ikkaku also lives on this submarine,” he said. “But that aside, you could not possibly have found that swordsman interesting for more than a few sentences.”
“I didn’t,” you said. “But I was already annoyed and wanted some peace which seeing as he was passed out for most of the night, I could get. I like my swordsman far more intelligent. And dark-haired. And attractive. And – ”
“And I like my woman far more like you.”
You paused, momentarily caught off-guard by the sudden compliment. It soothed over some of the tension that still coiled in your heart. “I was upset,” you admitted. “But I still can’t believe they jumped to me leaving.”
“Ridiculous,” he muttered. And then, softer, as though it was something that needed confirmation. “Not for something like that.”
“Not ever,” you said.
“That’s not something you can promise.”
“Watch me.”
Law met your gaze for a second and then he sighed. “You have nothing to be upset over. There’s no other person that’s even set foot in this room.”
“I know you love me,” you said. “But that doesn’t stop me from being foolish sometimes.”
“Clearly that’s a trait we share then.”
You hummed and stepped forward, moving into his space just enough for the room to feel considerably smaller than it had. The irritation melted away into something warmer. “You know, I feel considerably better knowing you were jealous too.”
He gave you a blank expression. “I’m not sure you should.”
“Doesn’t it make you feel better to know I was looking at you far more than the swordsman?”
He didn’t answer. It was enough of a confirmation that you laughed softly.
“See, it’s flattering.”
His hand settled at your waist, drawing you a fraction closer to him. “Slightly,” he admitted. “If you were truly jealous though, you could have shown it a bit clearer.”
“Me?” you asked, draping your arms around his neck and moving closer. “What about you? I wouldn’t have minded seeing a little possessiveness.”
“You’d regret asking for that.”
His thumb brushed over your hip before his hand slipped to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his own. Heat curled pleasantly through your stomach and your eyes flicked to his lips for a second, head tilting towards his just slightly.
“There isn’t anyone else,” he said.
“No,” you agreed. “There isn’t. Not ever.”
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. “Good.”
The word barely left his mouth before you leaned in and kissed him.
After an evening spent sharing his attention with an entire ship full of people, you intended to be far greedier with it now.
This fic is just about Sabo always answering when you call him
If there was one thing everyone in the Revolutionary army knew about their Cheif of staff it was the fact that it was really hard to get him to answer his snail and really hard to keep him on the line, Sabo never stayed on a call longer then he wanted to, at least that's what I heard from people, I never understood when Koala complained about calling him silently thinking to myself 'he always answers when I call him'
I finally really got to understand Sabos double standard when me and Koala were out, we had some free time so we decided to do something you didn't get to go do often when you're a revolutionary, shopping, as we were shopping Koala and me spotted something we thought Sabo would enjoy, now Koala wanting to be a good friend decided to call him and see if he wanted it, which is how we ended up here with her annoyed after trying to call Sabo four separate times
Koala scoffed saying "why can't he just answer his snail its so annoying" I chuckled before saying "I could try calling him" she looked at me saying "sure but he's probably going to ignore your calls too" I pulled out my snail calling Sabo and in one ring he answered saying my name before continuing "Do you need something?" Koala was looking at me like she just watched hell freeze over, I smiled at Sabo's voice saying "oh I don't need anything but Koala saw something she thought you'd like and wanted to know if you wanted it" I handed the snail over to Koala
Koala took the snail from me saying "Sabo I called you four times and you didn't answer" He said "Well I must have not heard it" he chuckled in a way that everyone knew he was laying, Koala said "sure you didn't" Koala started asking Sabo about the thing she thought he would like, but even as she was doing that she was still looking at me like she couldn't believe he answered, after she finished up getting his opinion she decided to get him it, Koala expected him to hang up before she could even say by but he didn't he said bye and waited for her to hand the snail to me
Koala handed the snail to me before saying "I'm going to go buy that real quick" she went into the store leaving me outside as I talked to Sabo
I smiled saying "you going to hang up Sabo?" I could practically hear the smile in his face as he said "are you going to hang up darling?" This is how it usually went when I was on the phone with Sabo which is why I didn't get when people said he just hangs up, Sabo has never hung up on me he always stayed on the phone till I hung up, I asked "Sabo why do you never hang up on me?" He chuckled saying softly "because I value everything you say so why would I hang up on you" I giggled Sabo always had a why of being so sweet I wasn't even sure if he was aware of it, I said happily "that's adorable Sabo" He responded "You're adorable" as me and Sabo went back and forth Koala came out of the store saying my name before asking "where to next?"
I looked at her saying "oh anyway is fine, let me say bye to Sabo real quick" she said shocked "he's still on the call?" I nodded before saying "goodbye Sabo" He said happily "goodbye darling" even after saying goodbye Sabo didn't hang up, I took a second before hang up knowing that if I didn't hang up Sabo never would, Koala looked at me asking "does Sabo never just randomly hang up on you? Does he always answers your calls?"
I nodded saying "Yeah I've never had Sabo hang up on me, honestly I don't get why you guys think he's so hard to get on a call I've never had trouble with it"
Koala just shook her head saying "he's completely biased" she chuckled saying under her breath "he's absolutely smitten"
✦ Warnings: nsfw mdni, use of marijuana, dubious consent (reader is high), oral (f. receiving)
Trafalgar Law x fem reader | masterlist
✦ Notes: and if i say this is based off a personal experience (i was crossfaded tho)... sorry its lwk unproof read and probs doesn't flow right LMAO. this is also really self indulgent #writeforyourself...
𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 curled thickly around the room, filling your lungs warmly. Beside you was Penguin, sitting lazily and nursing the joint you had rolled for the group of you earlier. Shachi laid across your lap, red hair messy as he toyed with the zipper of your boiler suit.
"He's gonna be sooo pissed when he finds us". You look up, seeing Penguin give you a smirk as he finished off what was left. Honestly, you couldn't tell who'd be more pissed: Law when he found out what you three were doing instead of the chores he assigned, or you later when the high wore off and it fully registered that Shachi had been hogging the joint.
"He's always pissed." You weren't wrong. Law was always grumpy about something, constantly caught frowning and bitching, his tattooed hands buried in books or papers with glasses slipping off his face. He overworked himself a lot... not that he ever listened to you, though.
Shachi is unresponsive at this point, shades sitting awkwardly on his nose as his cheek presses into your thigh, drool pooling onto your suit. Of course he fell asleep, anything to earn the slightest amount of pity and get out of cleaning the kitchen.
As you comb through your crewmates hair, the peace of your high is suddenly disturbed by a loud door slamming open. Fuck, he was here.
Law stood in the doorway, arms crossed and expression awfully unimpressed. His lips press together, golden eyes rolling back in his skull at the display in front of him. "How hard is it to get the chores done? Bepo is scampering around the kitchen washing, drying, and dusting counters!"
Yea. He was pissed.
"Sorry, Captai-" Penguin starts, before getting cut off with a rough 'get. out' from Law. He runs over, dragging Shachi off your lap without even giving him the chance to wake up. "Don't worry, we'll clean the, uhm, something! Clean something!" Shachi gives a half awake nod, letting his partner in crime drag him off.
Which now left you alone with your pissed off boyfriend. You giggle at his current state, unable to contain your laughter. For such a tough-looking man, he somehow managed to look more like a puffed-up kitten, trying his hardest to appear like a threat. "Ya know, you're real cute when ya get pissy with them, like a lil-"
"Don't think I'm not mad at you, too. You're just fortunate enough to be my girlfriend, so I take some... different approaches with you."
"Gentle parenting."
"Don't call it that." Law pouts, earning a chuckle from you this time. The fact was, that's exactly what it was. He was a lot gentler with you than the rest of his crew, showing a clear favoritism. Not that he wanted to make it so apparent, but he couldn't help it. "You and Bepo just piss me off the least." Excuses, excuses.
"Ugh, whatever. 's hot in here... Ya fuckin with the A/C again?", you ask, shrugging off the boiler suit a bit, leaving you in a sweat-slicked tank top as the orange material bunched around your waist. You enjoyed the reactions you got out of Law, his eyes dropping down towards your chest, eyeing the skin now on display.
"Law, the A/C-"
"Huh? Oh, right." He coughed, averting his gaze towards the wall. Such an awkward man, it was oddly charming. "No, no one messed with the A/C. Must have been the smoking break you seemed to take."
"Still mad at me?", you pout, slipping the straps of your tank top down, before yanking the sweaty fabric off, leaving your upper half in a bra.
Law swallowed thickly, boots padding on the floor of the Polar Tang as he dropped between your legs, resting his chin there. Finally, he responds, hands pushing the boiler suit down your body further. "A bit... gonna let me have my way with you to make up for it?
Maybe it was the weed talking, but suddenly the half closed door didn't seem like a big deal. You nod, letting Law press his lips against your clothed cunt, groaning at the thick scent of you through the fabric. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, pressing against the growing damp spot on the gusset.
His tattooed hands massage at your skin, grabbing whatever he could: hips, ass, thighs, whatever he could get his grip on. For such a usually stoic man, that wall fell down around you. A panted “can I?” fell from his lips, gold eyes gazing into your own.
All it took was your slow, lust-fueled nod for the fabric to be snatched off, Law’s mouth sealing itself around your thrumming clit. Long sucks mixed with skilled flicks of his tongue, the knowledge of both your body and basic human anatomy a blessing in situations like this. Law knew how to get you off, how to drive you to the brink of pleasure so hot it burnt.
Everything felt more intense with the haze of your high, his mouth wet and warm as his tongue prods—circles and shapes traced on your clit, before altering between flat licks and tongue-fucking you. All you could hear were the sinful squelches of your cunt as he brought you closer towards that delicious edge.
He was hungry, slick dripping down his stubble—which currently scratched the inside of your thighs in such a brain-tingling way, legs slightly closing around his head, spurring him on. Law pressed his face closer, using the A and T painted fingers to finger you, adding onto the piling up pressure threatening to burst.
A soft “Law, please” is all you can muster, the surgeon looking up at you. In this moment, he looked less like a former warlord and feared pirate, and more like a ravenous beast, eager for any drop of cum he could get from you.
Which is exactly what he wanted. His tongue pressed harder, his lips suctioning more as he devoured you, groaning into your warmth about how damn bad he needed you on his tongue. Fuck him, and his stupidly hot words in that stupid deadpan tone. The one he used when reading medical charts, or talking to the Straw Hats. The one he knew drove you crazy.
The pressure has impossible to ignore, you orgasm threatening to wash over you. Each lick, suckle, and breathy pant had you seeing stars, the smell of leftover weed and arousal suffocating in the room. Your hand snakes down, tangling in his black locks of hair, tugging him closer. A tattooed hand pressed your thighs against his pierced ears harder, blunt nails digging into skin.
At this point, you were humping his face, sharp nose bumping your clit perfectly with each lewd thrust of his tongue. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer, you craved release more than he did. With one broken moan that soundly like “Law”, you came, gushing down onto his jaw.
Law moaned eagerly, licking you through the aftershocks. He finally pulled away, wiping his damn mouth with the back of his hand. “Feel good?” A simple question, like he didn’t just make you cum on a couch the rest of the crew would use unknowingly, like he hadn’t ate you out as if you were ambrosia.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak right now. Again, it was slow and lazy, the high still making you numb and leaving the ghost feeling of his mouth against you.
Thankfully, Law speaks for you. “So much for discipling you… Don’t think I’ll let you get away with lazin’ around so easily next time.” He was gone before you could even process the words. You both knew it was a lie, though.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened.
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LUFFY who fucks his secret wife!reader on sight! and his crew finds out about you...the hard way.
DID YA MISS ME, BABY ?!
PLOT. on route to egghead, the straw hats make a quick stop at a lively island, only for luffy to wander off and unexpectedly reunite with you, his wife, a detail he never mentioned to his crew. spending the day together, you both finally act upon months of pent-up tension, while his worried crew stumbles upon a moment they were never meant to see.
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, fluff, porn with some plot, post wano, no egghead spoilers, aged-up characters (luffy and reader are 21), established relationship (they're married), semi-public sex, getting caught, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, kinda ooc luffy (idk you be the judge of it), use of [name] for the reader, fem reader, kinda proofread haha.
CHARACTERS. MONKEY D. LUFFY
WC. 5.5k
masterlist
art creds: suaayen on ig (one of the best op artists)
Fresh out of Wano and low on supplies, the Straw Hats decided to make a quick pit stop when the opportunity arose.
The island didn’t have a name on any map Nami owned.
From afar, it looked anything but quiet. The crowded docks overflowing with ships, voices carrying loudly over the water, and buildings stacked tightly together.
Bright banners hung between rooftops, market stalls spilled into the streets, and narrow alleys twisted through the city like a maze built on noise.
Nothing about it suggested peace.
They could blame their recent encounter at Wano for their alertness.
Perhaps the adrenaline had yet to die out, but this island screamed distraction...which somehow made everyone more cautious...or, in Luffy’s case, more excited.
“SHISHISHI! Let’s go!” Luffy laughed, already halfway over the Sunny’s railing before they’d even properly docked.
“LUFFY!” Nami snapped. “You’re not-!”
Too late. He was gone.
Usopp groaned dramatically. “He’s going to get kidnapped one day. I’m telling you. One day.”
Zoro stretched lazily, resting a hand on his swords. “Who’s dumb enough to kidnap him?”
Sanji exhaled smoke, lazily examining the docks.
“Idiots exist everywhere, marimo.”
Either Zoro didn't pick up on Sanji's taunt, or he acted indifferent.
Robin smiled faintly, stepping onto the dock with quiet curiosity.
“It’s an interesting place. I didn't expect to see an island on route to Egghead."
"Me neither. It barely picked up on the log pose!" Nami chimed in.
"It seems harmless enough. I wonder what kind of history it holds.” Robin observes as she too gets off onto the docks.
Chopper bounced beside her. “Do you think they have new herbs?!”
Franky cracked his knuckles. “Or cola?!”
Brook laughed, light and airy. “Or perhaps beautiful ladies? Though I do not have eyes to see them, yohohoho!”
“DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,” Nami snapped, pointing at Sanji.
“I don’t need encouragement,” Sanji said smoothly, already walking off. “I have instinct.”
"Okay. Be on the lookout for Luffy! And don't overspend my money!" Nami orders.
"OUR MONEY!" Ussop complains, immediately shut down by Nami's glare.
They mutually agree to split off into groups so no other crew member wanders off.
Nami and Robin walk away, Zoro and Sanji right on the their trail as their usual banter ensues.
Ussop and Chopper run off with excitement, Franky showcasing similar enthusiasm.
Brook joins Jimbe in looking for supplies, the latter keeping Brook away from any women.
Within minutes, the crew scattered across the island, each pulled by their own interests.
And Luffy...
Luffy followed something else entirely.
He didn’t bother asking anyone where to go.
The moment his feet hit the dock, he was already pulled in by the noise. The kind that meant food and something fun waiting around every corner.
The stalls lined up one after the other with things frying, grilling, and steaming. The smell hit him almost immediately.
“Meat…”
He grinned.
Luffy pushed through the crowd without hesitation, weaving past people and slipping between stalls until he reached a long stretch of open vendors.
Skewers, fried snacks, stacked plates of things he didn’t recognize.
His eyes lit up as he leaned over one stall, then another, already halfway into asking for something before getting distracted by the next.
“Woah—what’s that? And that! Can I try that too?!”
The vendor barely had time to respond before Luffy’s attention shifted again, his gaze sweeping across the row;
And then stopping.
Not on food.
On you.
His lovely wife.
Someone his own crew didn't even know about.
It's not like he was trying to hide it. They just hadn't asked.
You were sitting on one of the small stools of a nearby stall, finishing up what looked like a snack, one hand lazily resting against the counter as you handed the vendor some money.
For a second, he didn’t move.
Then the joy hit.
And his entire face broke into a grin.
You stood, brushing your hands together lightly as you thanked the vendor and stepped away from the stall.
That’s when he moved.
Fast.
His arms shot forward, stretching across the space between you in an instant before snapping back, pulling you straight into him.
“Gomu Gomu no—HUG!”
“Luffy?!”
You barely had time to react before he wrapped around you completely, stretchy arms tight and unrelenting, lifting you slightly off your feet with the force of it.
“Shishishi! [name]!!” he laughed, like it was the best thing that could’ve happened to him.
“Luffy!! Put me down-!” you huffed, but there was no real bite to it, your hands already gripping onto him like you weren’t planning to let go either.
Luffy pressed his face into your shoulder, holding you there like he needed to make sure you were actually real.
“I missed you,” he said, simple and honest, voice a little softer than usual with his persistent grin.
Something in your chest tightened.
“…it’s 3 been months,” you murmured, your hand coming up to the back of his head without thinking.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sooooooo long!!” he whines.
Pulling away from you, your feet touch the ground as he steps back, but not too far.
Never far.
His hands slid up to your face instead, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he looked at you properly now.
“You’re okay.” he said, almost to himself.
You let out a small breath. “…so are you.”
“Of course I am!” he grinned instantly.
And then, he leaned in and kissed you.
It was warm. Familiar. Like he didn’t need to think about it.
He pulled back just enough to look at you again, giving you the same smile before leaning back in.
Then again. And again.
“Slow down-!” you tried to protest, but it came out more like a laugh as he peppered your face with kisses, completely shameless in the middle of the street.
People spared a few glances here and there, some judging, others just smiling in fondness.
“…Luffy,” you said, but you were already smiling.
He laughed softly, pressing one more quick kiss to your lips before finally easing back, though his hands didn’t leave you.
“I haven’t seen you since I left Rushikwanya.” he said.
“Rusukaina,” you corrected.
“Yeah!”
“You didn’t even say goodbye properly.” You pout a little, Luffy's personality definitely having brushed off on you during the 2 years you had spent together.
“I did!”
“You waved and ran.”
“That counts!”
You huffed, but it faded quickly.
"I'M HUNGRY!!" He complains against your cheek, as you sigh.
"Let's go eat. We have loads to catch up on."
"YAY!!"
You had known him before the sea had claimed him.
Before he became a name whispered across oceans.
Before any of his bounties and titles or impossible feats.
Back when he was just a boy in a small village, loud and reckless and full of dreams too big for the place he came from.
You weren’t part of his world in the same way Ace or Sabo had been, but you had been there.
You shared a quiet bond, something the two of you were too young to understand back then.
When he left at 19, you didn’t stay behind for long.
You weren't chasing him. Rather, staying had never been an option for you either.
You became a traveler. Moving from island to island, following curiosity instead of purpose; stories instead of maps.
Your paths barely crossed, Luffy having already moved on to the next island before you had even set foot on it.
You had better luck running into Ace before you even reunited with Luffy.
It was a short meeting, but it had felt nice to be in a familiar presence. Especially since Ace often acted as an elder sibling to you.
During your departure back then, Ace had left you with a small piece of Luffy's Vivre card, knowing you had grown eager to see him at least once.
He had even promised to treat the two of you if all three of you ended up crossing paths together.
Which is why it had hurt terribly when the news of Ace's death reached you.
Even worse that it had been the premise of your long awaited reunion with Luffy.
Luffy had already been residing at Rusukaina for about a month at that point, training rigorously with Rayleigh.
Hancock had not been shy while showing reluctance to your arrival, but she could barely retort when Luffy held you for hours, sobbing into your shoulder.
That had been the only day he took a rest from training, preferring to be in your company and helping you settle in.
After that, forming a relationship had come easy for the two of you. Falling asleep in each other's arms, watching him train, tending to his wounds, sharing stolen kisses.
You hadn't even hesitated when he asked you to marry him in passing. It was another quiet evening when he asked you in conversation, and you agreed.
The two of you married quietly with the help of Boa Hancock (much to her disdain).
No ceremony, no dress, no extravagance. Just two rings and a feast.
And when the two years had come to an end, Luffy had tried one last time to recruit you, only to be met with rejection.
He had just grinned in understanding.
You didn't join him to his trip to Saobody, despising that place.
Rather, you stayed at Amazon Lily for approximately two weeks, planning your journey ahead.
About 3 months later, Luffy's name flooded the papers.
3 Million Berries. An Emperor Of The Sea. His new appearance. Defeat of Kaido and Big Mom.
You had so much to talk about, but no means to do so.
He didn't have a personal Den Den Mushi, nor did you know his ship's contact.
The Vivre Card had long been forgotten somewhere, so your best bet was to predict the Straw Hat's future route.
Although you weren't excited to go to Egghead, you knew there couldn't be any other destination for the Straw Hats.
You had stopped at this island because the ship from Wano only went so far. For Egghead, you would have to get on another ship.
But now, you couldn't be happier to have finally met Luffy. It had saved you a trip.
Walking beside him, he keeps your hand intertwined with his.
“You got taller somehow.” you say, studying him now that the initial rush had settled.
“I did?”
“Yes. And bigger.”
“I’m strong now!” he said proudly.
“I can tell. You almost broke my ribs.”
He laughed again, that same bright, careless sound. “SHISHISHI!”
You gain a smile before losing it a moment later.
“I saw your new bounty,” you added.
“Oh yeah?” he said, completely casual. “It’s big, right?”
“Three Billion Berries, Luffy.”
“Yeah! I am an Emperor now!”
You narrowed your eyes slightly. “It's not just your bounty, Luffy.”
“Hm?”
“The picture.”
He tilted his head.
“You look… different,” you said carefully. “White hair. Different expression. Almost like-”
“Oh! That!” he perked up immediately, like you’d asked him something fun.
“That’s when I’m the most free!”
Your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, your steps slowing down without realizing.
“…That explains nothing.”
“It’s my form, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head casually.
“When I feel the most free, that’s what I look like!”
You stared at him, realizing that he had awakened his Devil Fruit.
You shook your head slightly at his familiar indifference.
“…You’re ridiculous.”
He grinned. “Yeah!”
Somehow, the answer made perfect sense.
Most of the day had been spent eating and chatting. Your pockets had been drained (not that you minded) with the amount of food Luffy insisted on trying.
It was ridiculously late at night, streets empty and quiet. And Luffy was looking for something sweet to end his day.
"Nothing will be open now, Luffy. All shops have already closed for the day."
"But I want dessert!!"
"You should head back to your crew. They must be worried."
Standing in front of a closed bakery, he grins in sucess.
"My crew can handle themselves! They're super strong! You should meet them!" He says walking towards the door.
Clutching the handle, it breaks off in one swift motion.
"Luffy! Why did you do that?!" You shout in a whisper, evidently mad at him.
"Whatttt?? I will leave some money for them!" He whines.
"What money, Luffy? Your pockets are empty!"
"You're my wifey. So your money is my money! Shishishi!" He walks into the bakery and you quickly follow behind him.
You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as he digs through their packaged food.
You, on the other hand, shut the door and draw all the blinds, hoping to shield your husband's theft from any potential passersby.
You suppose you couldn't be too mad at his actions. He was a pirate after all.
The curtains were thin, allowing the moonlight to pass through it without any resistance.
You took a seat on one of the tables, watching Luffy scarf down his dessert of packaged puff pastries.
He sat on one of the chairs surrounding your table, holding out a pastry towards your face for you to have.
You eat it slowly, admiring your husband closely.
By the time you were done with your serving (which was like less than a minute), Luffy had exhausted all the bakery's puff pastries.
Finally, patting his stomach in satisfaction, he looked up at you.
"Where are you staying?" He inquired.
"There's an inn close by. Would you like to come with me? Or will you be returning to your ship?"
He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before slamming his hand on the table.
"Of course I'll come with you!"
You smiled. "Great!"
"Ah!" Luffy's eyes widen in joy, taking a closer look at your face.
"What is it?" You tilt your head in confusion.
And instead of answering, he bursts out into laughter.
"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! YOU HAVE FROSTING ON YOUR FACE! AHAHAHHAHA"
He laughed slamming his hand on the table repeatedly.
You burn with embarrassment and anger, placing your palms on your cheeks.
"Luffy! Stop laughing!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
"Luffy!!" You were beyond irritated, wiping at your face to see if he was being truthful.
"Shishishi! You're so silly! You're not even close!" He stands up, giggling now, and he stands in front of you.
Before you can reprimand him, he leans in and takes a swipe at the corner of your mouth with is tongue.
"Got it~! Shishishi..." He teases excitedly, standing close to you.
You pout, hitting his exposed chest softly as he naturally makes himself comfortable standing between your legs.
Silence falls over.
Luffy doesn’t step back; he just stays there, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint sweetness still lingering between you both.
His grin fades into something softer.
He just… looks at you.
Like he forgot what he was doing a second ago.
“…You taste sweet,” he says, quieter now.
Your breath catches a little at that— stupid, simple words.
His hand comes up again, thumb brushing where he’d just licked, like he’s checking if he missed something.
He hadn't, but he doesn’t move away either.
And neither do you.
His grip shifts, fingers curling lightly at your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
He needs you closer.
"I reallyyy missed you. baby."
"Me too."
You lean into it without thinking, and that’s all it takes.
He pulls you in.
The kiss isn’t playful. It’s a little messy.
Maybe even a little too much.
You could tell he’s been thinking about it longer than he should have.
You exhale softly into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders, gripping just slightly as you lean into him, closing whatever space is left between you.
He makes a small sound against your mouth, low, almost like he forgot where he was for a second.
“WHAT?!” Nami’s voice rang across the deck, sharp enough to make Chopper flinch.
It hit them all at once.
Luffy hadn’t come back.
Not after hours. Not after sunset. Not even now, when the island had gone quiet and the sea had settled into that slow, late-night stillness.
“…we forgot,” Usopp said slowly, like he couldn’t believe it himself.
Franky crossed his arms, frowning. “SUPER forgot.”
Brook tilted his head. “How unfortunate. Though, to be fair, our captain does have a habit of wandering off—”
“That doesn’t mean we just leave him out there!” Nami snapped.
Chopper’s ears drooped, anxiety written all over his face. “You don’t think he was really kidnapped, do you?”
“I highly doubt that, dear,” Robin said gently, resting a hand on his head. “Our captain is very strong. So don’t worry, okay?”
“But still…” Chopper mumbled, unconvinced.
Zoro, who had been leaning against the railing with his eyes half-closed, let out a quiet huff.
“If someone did try to kidnap him, I feel bad for them.”
Sanji exhaled smoke, brows slightly furrowed as he looked toward the dark outline of the island.
“Yeah… but he’s been gone a while.”
Jinbe, who had been standing near the helm, spoke calmly, his voice steady against the tension.
“Luffy is not one to be easily overpowered. However… it is unlike him to stay away this long without reason.”
That was enough to set Nami off.
She clicked her tongue, already grabbing her staff.
“That’s it. We’re not waiting around anymore.”
Everyone looked at her.
“We’re going to look for him,” she said firmly.
“Before he causes trouble, or worse, gets himself into something we have to fix. With MY MONEY!”
Sanji stepped forward immediately. “Of course, Nami-san. I’ll go with you.”
Robin smiled softly. “I’ll join as well.”
Zoro pushed himself off the railing with a quiet sigh.
“Tch. Someone’s gotta drag him back.”
“Good,” Nami said, nodding once. Then she turned to the rest of the crew.
“The rest of you stay here,” she ordered. “If he comes back while we’re gone, don’t let him leave again.”
“Aye aye!” Usopp saluted, though he still looked uneasy.
Chopper nodded quickly. “Be careful!”
Brook clasped his hands together. “May I request a full report when you return? For… research purposes.”
“NO,” Nami said instantly.
Franky grinned. “We’ll hold down the Sunny.”
Jinbe gave a small nod. “We will remain here and keep watch. Do not worry.”
Nami didn’t wait any longer.
“Let’s go.”
And just like that, the four of them headed back toward the island, completely unaware of what, exactly, they were about to walk into.
"Ohh-!"
Yeah. Definitely not something you'd want to witness.
Luffy had gotten comfortable between your legs, shamelessly inhaling you as he bit down on the flash of your inner thigh.
You were naked from the bottom, your top and innerwear hiked up to bare your chest for him.
He fondled you effortlessly, hands kneading your tits as though he was moulding something out of it.
Your thighs rested on his shoulder, making it easy for him to continue the movements of his hands as he pushed forward, tongue meeting your heat, cooling down the fever just a tad.
An arm rested over your eyes, as your other hand overlapped Luffy's on your breast.
"Mphm-! Lu-!"
His tongue works overtime now, making up for lost time. The time away from his lovely wife.
Luffy worked feverishly between your thighs, lapping at your dripping sex with unbridled enthusiasm. His tongue delved deep, parting your glistening folds to plunge inside your tight, clutching heat.
Luffy's hands kneaded your breasts roughly, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He seemed fascinated by the way your nipples pebbled under his touch, straining against his palms.
"Hahahhh-! It's even wetter than before!" Luffy chuckles with a stupid grin, tongue lolling out to take a languid lick across your pussy.
Sex had always been a confusing topic for both of you.
Yes, you had been intimate on numerous accounts, but coming into a new marriage and never having been close to each other in that way, you had a lot to learn.
So, you both would stay up late after your training sessions, learning each other's bodies and understanding what the other liked,
But right now, all of that was forgotten. The movements, the pattern, the rhythm. All of it.
You just did what felt right in the moment. And for Luffy, that was his face stuffed in your cunt.
"Feel good?" He questions with his tongue flat on your clit, hands circled around your thighs, and keeping them open.
"Mhm-!"
Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping tightly as you bucked your hips instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction.
Luffy's tongue returned to your clit, swirling and flicking over the sensitive nub with focused intensity. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your body quaking with the force of your pleasure.
His own hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the supple skin as he held you in place, stopping you from crushing his skull in your squirms of ecstasy.
"Mmmph, you taste yummy." Luffy murmured softly against your folds.
Luffy's tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping and suckling at your aching clit with single-minded focus. He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading muscle as he pushed you closer to the edge.
Your fingers tangled desperately in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against the impending tidal wave of sensation.
"Ahhh, Luffy! I...I can't..." you gasped out, voice ragged and breathless.
Your chest heaved, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of Luffy's head between your thighs.
The arm draped over your eyes clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as you struggled to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.
Luffy just chuckled, the sound rumbling through you, vibrating your core. He could feel your body's desperation, your need for release.
But he was far from done with you, far from ready to let you find solace.
His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, alternating between hard, pointed jabs and soft, sensual strokes, keeping you suspended in a state of agonizing bliss.
He seemed insatiable, hungry as he always is.
As his mouth worked tirelessly, two of his fingers sneakily pushed past your entrance, sinking knuckles-deep into your tight, clinging cunt.
"Just cum babyyy~ Wanna taste you already..."
With those words, he doubled his efforts, fingers pumping harder and faster, tongue lapping and suckling with wild abandon.
The obscene sound of your pussy squelching filled the bakery, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's appreciative groans.
He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading fingers as he brought you over the edge.
You spasm around him, allowing him to retract his fingers and lap up whatever you had to offer.
Your pants quiet down, relaxing against his tongue as your orgasm dies down.
Finally pulling back, he admires his handiwork.
His face was flushed, eyes glazed with lust as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy, swollen and slick with arousal.
Drool dripped down his chin, mingling with your juices as he grinned stupidly up at you, very pleased with your reaction.
"I could eat you for hours and never get bored of it!" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest.
Luffy's hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, fingers fumbling for a moment before he tugged them down just enough to free his aching cock.
It sprang out, hard and thick, flushed a deep, already leaking at the tip.
Your hands moved on their own accord, wrapping around his length, stroking the smooth, silky skin that felt like velvet over steel.
"Oh, Luffy, please..." you whimpered, voice ragged and breathless.
Your body was still trembling, your core aching for fulfillment.
"Hurry..." you begged, the urgency in your voice rising as the reality of your situation sank in.
You were in a closed bakery, in public, in the dead of night.
Luffy grinned, his eyes widening at your desperate plea.
He may have been oblivious to some things, but he certainly wasn't deaf to the need in your voice.
With a newfound sense of urgency, he gripped your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your rear.
"Okayy~" Luffy chuckled, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you real good, baby."
Without further preamble, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as your tight, wet heat enveloped him, squeezing him like a velvet vice.
Your back arched off the cold wooden surface of the table, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, cool surface.
"Ohhh, Luffy!" you cried out, voice echoing mercilessly.
The sensation of being so suddenly filled, so completely stretched around his thick length, was almost too much to bear. Your walls fluttered and clenched, adjusting to the sudden intrusion.
Luffy started to move, hips pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin burned your ears, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's grunts of exertion.
"Hah, you feel- ngh-! ohhh-!! so g-good-!!" Luffy panted, hips never faltering in their tempo.
You could feel every ridge, every vein, the silky skin stretched taut over the thick column of his cock as he drove into you again and again.
Luffy leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy, passionate, and filled with a hunger that stole your breath away.
His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he fucked you with a fervor that bordered on feral.
Perhaps it was your time apart, or that you usually fucked in a more personal setting, but you had forgotten a crucial thing.
Luffy...gets loud.
"OH! OH! OH! HAHH! You- Ohh-!!" He panted, voice ringing out loud and clear.
"I c-can feel you squeezing me-! Baby-! Amaz-! ing!!"
His words were punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies joining in carnal bliss.
He seemed fascinated by the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, by the way your body jiggled and shook under him.
Luffy's eyes were wide, drinking in the erotic sight of you lost in pleasure.
Your cheeks were flushed, sweat gathering on your forehead as your face twisted to one of pure sex.
Giddy, he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, biting your burning cheek lovingly.
"Hah, yes, yes! Luffy-! hahh-!."
He leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.
Luffy's enthusiasm was infectious, his sheer joy at bringing you pleasure written all over his face.
He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, his heart was screaming with a primal, all-consuming desire to make you feel the same, if not more, pleasure that he felt.
"Close-! Luffy-! Clos—!!" Your legs tightened around his waist.
Just as he heard your breathy warning, he felt your velvet walls suddenly clamp down around him, fluttering wildly before seizing up completely.
Your body went rigid beneath him, back arching sharply as a silent scream caught in your throat.
"Ohhh!" you gasped out, voice barely above a whisper as a sudden, intense orgasm overtook you.
Your cunt clenched down on him, gripping him like a silken, pulsing fist as your climax crashed through you without warning.
A gush of hot fluids flooded out around his cock, soaking his length and dripping down his thighs.
Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, brows shooting up to his hairline as he felt your sudden, quiet release.
"W-whoa...you're cumming already?" he asked, voice rising in pitch.
His fingers slowly rub your clit, aiding you to let it all out.
"Must've r-really missed me...!" He grins yet again.
Despite the unexpected swiftness of your orgasm, he didn't miss a beat, hips never faltering in their enthusiastic rhythm.
Your body trembled and shook beneath him, inner muscles milking his cock as the intense sensations washed over you.
Luffy could feel every clench and ripple, could sense the way your climax seemed to catch you off guard, sweeping through you before you had a chance to brace yourself.
"Hnghh-!! f-fuck!" he grunted, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.
Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto your heaving chest as he loomed over you, eyes glazed and face flushed with desire.
You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks to steady him.
"Aaahh, baby, I'm...I'm getting close!" Luffy panted, words coming out in short, sharp bursts between each loud, drawn-out moan.
He was getting close...and loud.
You thought maybe the silent streets amplified the sound of his moans, but either way, it was desperately loud.
So loud that umm...well....
Nami walked ahead, her grip firm around the small piece of Luffy’s vivre card, watching as it trembled faintly and tugged her forward.
She didn’t say much, but her pace had quickened, her irritation from earlier now replaced with something sharper; unease, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud.
“He should be close,” she said after a moment, her voice lower now, more focused.
Sanji followed just behind her, his usual composure worn thin by the situation.
The cigarette between his fingers burned untouched as his eyes scanned the area, alert in a way that suggested he was already preparing for the worst.
Zoro walked a little to the side, one hand resting near his swords, while Robin moved with her usual calm.
The vivre card in Nami’s hand flickered wildly now, pulling them straight toward the source.
A closed bakery tucked with its windows covered by thin curtains.
And then it happened.
At first, it was just a dull sound from somewhere ahead. It echoed loud enough to make Nami stop mid-step.
“Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice hushed despite herself.
No one answered immediately, but they had all heard it.
Another noise followed almost immediately, louder than before. A rough, uneven groan that seemed to break halfway through, as though something had knocked the breath out of him.
Zoro’s hand moved, resting more firmly against the hilt of his sword as his eyes narrowed slightly.
“That wasn’t nothing,” he muttered.
Sanji’s gaze had already locked onto a building just ahead of them, his posture changing in an instant.
“It came from in there.”
They stood still for a moment, listening more carefully, and then it came again.
A sound that was unmistakably human this time.
Low. Strained. Dragged out in a discomforting way.
Nami felt something twist in her chest. “…that was Luffy.”
This time, no one questioned it. He was inside.
Sanji’s expression darkened completely, all traces of his usual charm gone as urgency took over.
“Someone’s got him,” he said, already stepping forward.
Zoro frowned, his grip tightening slightly. “That doesn’t sound like him fighting.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, her gaze fixed on the building ahead.
“No… it doesn’t."
Had someone really managed to restrain their captain? It seems so unlikely to them.
Sanji didn’t hesitate any longer.
“LUFFY!”
Sanji was already moving before anyone could say anything else, his foot planting firmly against the door as his voice rose with urgency.
The door didn’t stand a chance.
It burst open under the force of his kick, wood splintering as it slammed inward, the sudden noise cutting sharply through the quiet night.
The four of them rushed inside...
...and stopped.
Your turn your head abruptly in shock.
Your back was facing them, obscuring where you and Luffy were the most intimate.
Luffy, facing the door, halted in his moments, face still sweaty and eyes dazed.
"Oh. Hey guys!"
He greeted, as if his friends hadn't just caught him in the most obscene position ever.
Nami's voice came first.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her shriek was so abrupt that it triggered your own panic.
"LUFFY! COVER ME!!" You exclaimed, completely humiliated.
"R-right!!" He panicked, doing the first thing he could think of.
His rubber arms elongated, circling around you in a giant hug.
"Not like- ughhh!!" You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.
Zoro turned away immediately.
Not even a second thought, just a hand to his forehead and a long, tired exhale.
"...I'm leaving," he muttered, already walking off like he hadn't seen a single thing.
Sanji completely lost it.
"LUFFYYYYYYYYY?!" he screamed, voice cracking as he whipped around, face burning red.
"YOU— WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Robin turned around as well, quietly chuckling into her hand.
"It seems our captain has been keeping secrets."
Usopp was the first to break.
"...There's no way," he said slowly, pointing at you like you might disappear if he blinked.
"There's no way this is real."
Chopper peeked from behind him, eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.
"She's real! She's real!! Luffy really has a wife!!"
"I told you I did," Luffy says picking at his nose as you slap it away.
"You NEVER told us that!" Nami snapped immediately, still not fully recovered from earlier.
"I have a ring too. SEE!" Luffy flaunted his wedding band, and you sighed, already predicting what's to come.
"YOU'RE WEARING IT ON THE WRONG HAND, DUMMY! HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN?"
Usopp scolds.
"No I'm not. [name] wears it on her right hand. See!"
Luffy justifies, holding up what was clearly your left hand, as evidence.
You chuckle awkwardly as Nami and Usopp start angrily knocking at his head.
"I am so sorry...that you had to see that." You apologized to Nami, knowing it was nothing short of traumatizing.
She just shyly rubs the back of her neck, throwing a few no problems your way.
Jimbe waves at you with a smile, which you reciprocate.
"It is good to see that you are well, Jimbe."
"You as well. I hope your travels have been safe, [name]. It has been a while since I visited Rusukaina."
"Visiting would have been futile since I have been at sea for the past two months."
Sanji stood off to the side, completely frozen, staring at you like you were some kind of divine being.
"She...is...married to Luffy..." he muttered under his breath, like the words themselves were impossible.
Franky let out a loud laugh. "SUPER unexpected!"
Brook clasped his hands together. "May I say, you are quite lovely! Though I must ask...may I see your pan—"
"DON'T YOU START NOW!" Nani knocks his head.
Luffy bursts out laughing, pulling you into him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
He gives you a big smooch, biting your cheek softly as you try to get out of his grasp.
Everyone felt like they had fainted at the sight.
Zoro just shook his head, already turning away, but the small smile on his face didn't go unnoticed.
Robin stepped forward with a gentle countenance.
"It's nice to meet you," she said, calm and warm, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"You as well. I have been longing to meet all of you. I suppose introductions are in order?"
You smiled, looking at your husband's crew.
Luffy grinned, squeezing your hand a little tighter.
"This is my wife!" he announced proudly, like he'd been waiting to say it out loud.
Sanji: I want to be with you for the rest of my life
Y/N: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal
Sanji: - getting down on one knee -
Sanji: That's because it is
Author's note: I hope this lives up to the hype that I had in my head. Shoutout to @lostartnerd for helping me again! ps. make sure you check out their works, they're very talented.
-> Not proofread
Warnings: suggestive/sort of smut but not smut - there's descriptors of things happening but no details because i am uncomfortable writing straight up smut.
The wind was blowing a soft breeze and the sun was shining. The Polar Tang was currently surfaced at a remote island with a small island.
You had changed out of your boiler suit into a pair of shorts and a thin tank top much to your captain's disdain, making a comment about keeping the uniform on.
You waved him off, cheekily stating, “How am I supposed to enjoy the sunshine if I wear that stuffy suit above water?”
He had sighed and mumbled about putting up with you, you let out an airy laugh and spouted back, “YOU put up with me because I'm an amazing person.”
This wasn't your original crew, no. Your crew was Whitebeard but they were dissolved now at the passing of Pops and Ace. Blackbeard had attacked your group and the decision was made to dissolve.
Not wanting to stop pirating, Marco had suggested The Heart Pirates with their captain, The Surgeon of Death.
You ran into him weeks later, he was on the deck of the Polar Tang. You stood on deck and called out, “Yo, Trafalgar!”
His crew that were on deck all turned their heads, Law turned to glance down at you. You gave him a grin before climbing onto the upper deck, you introduced yourself and told him that you were the new crew mate. He gave you a dramatic glare, “You could at least ask!”
Giving him another grin, “Where's the fun in that?”
Eventually, you had explained your dramatic plight of looking for a crew. Mentioning that Marco recommended him. You started giving him your resume, “I have medical experience, I used to help Deuce and Marco on The Moby Dick. I fight like no other, I've got mechanical experience and honestly, I'm just a fun person to be around.”
He was quiet for several minutes ruminating on your words before begrudgingly agreeing. Neutrally he let you know that you would have to call him ‘Captain’ not Trafalgar and you would need to wear the uniform, not your clothes that allowed you to breathe.
That was a little over a month ago, you quickly fell into the rhythm of the crew. You met everyone slowly and surely. Getting along with anyone was easy for you due to your sunny disposition and unseriousness.
You were told in the past by Pops that the way your personality is was akin to Red Hair Shanks. He knew it was from you spending years on his crew previous to Whitebeard. You saw Shanks like a father figure. You grinned wide and thanked him for the compliment.
However, no matter how unserious you were; Law learned quickly that you were serious when it came to fighting. You did not miss, quickly taking out enemies using your weapon, haki and devil fruit.
You were strong, powerful and you emitted a scary aura until the fighting was over and you were right back to your unserious self.
Bepo and Shachi became your closest friends. Ikakku was a close second since you had to share a room with her. Penguin was a different story, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. You ignored it, trying to act natural.
Trying was the key word. Shachi and Ikakku immediately clocked the slight change in your personality.
You laughed lighter and smiled softer.
Ikakku tried to corner you, asking about your infatuation with the man. You smiled and responded, “I like everyone, so I'm not sure what you mean.”
You hadn't noticed but Penguin sat closer to you, making sure you heard his jokes, and saved a seat for you in the galley.
Leaning back on your elbow, you let the sun warm your skin. Bepo was laying on the deck next to you, Shachi was leaning on the railing. You looked around and asked, “Where's Penguin?”
“Probably in his room. You should go get him. He'd probably like that.” Shachi responded with a chuckle, you stood and put your hands on your hips before replying, “Just because you want me to come into your room dressed like this doesn't mean he does.”
Turning around, you headed down below and made your way to Penguin's room. Standing outside the room, you briefly knocked. There was no sound, so you knocked again. Still again, no sound.
“Hey Pen, I'm coming in.” You spoke louder than normal, no response. Opening the door, you were met with Penguin turning around at the sound of the door opening.
You were frozen looking at him, his boiler suit was stripped half way down to his waist. He was muscled; most likely from hard work on the Tang. The edges of yellow were peeking over his boiler suit.
A burning, hot feeling of need flooded your body and made its way through your stomach and further down causing you to unknowingly clench your thighs.
Penguin moved forward snapping you out of your needy gaze. You quickly said ‘I'm sorry!’ before closing the door and heading back up on deck.
“Where's Penguin?” Shachi asked seeing you come back up on deck, you gave him a half hearted shrug trying to hide your pink and burning face.
“Couldn't find him, guess he's playing hide and seek.”
You took your seat on the deck next to Bepo again, closing your eyes and feeling the sun.
“There you are!” Shachi said as you heard footsteps behind you, you immediately felt the presence of a body so close to you that you popped open an eye, seeing Penguin. His boiler suit was at his waist and a black tank top covered his upper body, he was stealing glances at you in between talking to Shachi.
Later that night, after Bepo, Shachi and half of the other crew begged, Law allowed them to go participate in the town’s festival.
“You guys go on and have fun! Just bring me back some booze.” You widely grinned at your captain, he was looking down at you with a neutral face.
He let out a sigh before stepping off the Tang with Bepo, Shachi, Ikakku and Penguin.
You slummed around for a few hours, checking the engine room, making a snack and now you were sitting in a deck chair you had drug out of storage.
The lights on the upper deck were illuminating the book that you were thumbing through.
Too focused on the fantasy world your story was taking you, you hadn't noticed the person standing in front of you until they moved causing you to jump and fling your book from your hands.
It was Penguin, staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.
“For gods sake, Penguin! You scared me!”
“You seemed like you were enjoying yourself, wasn't going to bother the princess.” He responded with a teasing smirk on his face, you gave him a playful glare before replying with a teasing tone, “So you were watching me? I didn't know you were into that.”
“Seems like you were earlier by the way you were staring at me.”
“I- don't know what you're talking about.” You spoke before standing up and facing away from him to look out at the ocean.
The presence of his body was behind you, before he leaned forward, wrapping arms around your mid section. His lips were near your ear and whispered, “You think I didn't see you ogling me earlier in my room?”
He noticed every micro movement you made, the way you clenched your thighs at seeing him shirtless, the way your laugh was softer and more polite to him. The way you favored him, he felt the same way.
Thoughts of taking you and making you his flooded his dreams at night. It had him stroking himself quietly, trying to make the wanting go away.
A shiver made its way down your spine, he nipped at your ear eliciting a soft sound out of your mouth.
“When you wear these clothes, it does something, makes me feel something.” He murmured against your skin, lips making their way to your collarbone as he nipped at the skin before fully sucking and licking the skin. A gasp left your mouth as he bit down harder than before.
“Let me hear you.”
“P-penguin.” You whined as he moved and kissed the back of your neck, his hands danced down your midsection playing with the hemline of your shorts.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” You whined before he stuck his hand down the front of your shorts, his lips moved back to your collarbone and bit down as his fingers started playing with you.
He sucked on the spot of your collarbone before his fingers dived in and slowly moved. You felt a knot build in your stomach, wanting and need.
The sounds out of your mouth were quiet and down right heavenly to him.
Fingers sped up, and you felt his lower half poke you from behind under his boiler suit. You dug your nails into one of his arms, you were close to breaking.
The way your nails gripped him, as your sounds grew louder. Penguin used his thumb running it over your sweet spot before the dam broke.
You let out a strangled moan as he held you still, your body was shaking and he slowly let go of you.
He licked his fingers before kissing your cheek and whispering, “Next time, just ask.”
99 problems, but a wet dream ain’t one | katsuki b.
summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.
warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;
wc: 2,3k
Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.
And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.
No. This is pretty difficult to solve.
Why?
One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.
And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.
Yeah. A wet dream.
He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?
A fucking loser.
A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.
And of fucking course his mind wanders further—
Would your mouth feel that good in reality?
Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?
Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?
Will—
“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.
“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.
“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.
“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.
“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.
You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.
“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.
“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.
“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.
He instantly moves his knee away.
“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.
“Kats.”
No answer.
“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.
You feel it — the tension.
You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.
“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.
“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”
“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.
“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”
“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.
Then—
Something shifts.
A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.
“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.
Before he can react, you move.
In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.
His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.
“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.
“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.
“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.
“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.
“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.
You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.
“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.
He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.
“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.
That stirrs something in him.
He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.
“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.
“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”
You take a moment to think, then—
“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“
“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.
“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.
“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.
He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.
“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.
“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.
He makes a pause, completely baffled.
Then—
“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.
“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.
“Smartass,” he scoffs.
“Pervert.”
“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.
“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”
He goes quiet.
Really quiet.
His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.
You’ve never seen that look on him before.
Not like this.
There’s hesitation.
Something heavy sits behind his eyes.
“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.
Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.
“Wha— what?”
His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.
“Get on your knees.”
“Now?” You ask baffled.
“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.
You bite your lip to repress a smile.
Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.
Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.
You take your time.
Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.
You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.
You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.
Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.
And then—
His cock springs free.
Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.
“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.
You don’t rush.
You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.
“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.
You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.
Enough teasing.
You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.
Then you start moving.
Slow at first.
Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.
Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.
All the while, your eyes stay on him.
Watching everything.
The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.
That only makes you pick up the pace.
Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.
You want to hear him.
Really hear him.
“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”
You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.
“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.
His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.
Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.
“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.
You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—
The twitch.
The tension building.
A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—
He breaks.
“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“
His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.
For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.
“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.
You suck him dry.
And he lets you — for a short while.
Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.
“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.
Taking him in.
He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.
But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.
And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.
You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.
“So…” you finally break the silence softly.
His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.
“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.
But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.
He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.
Summary: Hiding an injury from everyone's favorite surgeon of death.
Warnings: reader's in pain, law's annoyed
Author’s Note: Day 10 prompts for Whumpay! Hiding an injury and “It’s not as bad as it looks.” God, love Law and would also try to hide an injury i thought wasn't serious. Sorry it's so short, pumping out short oneshots to avoid a rapidly approaching writing slump
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Word Count: 0.7k
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Everyone slowly drags themselves back to the Polar Tang. Finding spots in the common areas of the submarine until Law gets his med checks done.
It was a nasty fight and Law doesn’t let one of those pass without doing very thorough checks of every member of his crew to ensure everyone is healthy.
He does you first. He always does you first. You follow him into the medbay after boarding the ship and head to lay on the table while he digs through his med supplies. While he’s not looking, you scrunch your face, trying to will the pain to go away. It hurts to breath but you do your best to control your air flow.
The mask is up when Law turns around and starts checking your extremities. “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head. His hand finds your chest to make sure your heart is beating correctly and your breathing is normal; he decides you’re good to go. “Send in Shachi. I’ll join you in a bit.” His hand finds your cheek for a brief moment as he places a soft kiss to your forehead. He turns back, preparing for the rest of the crew.
You take the opportunity to quickly get off the table, holding back the pain from inhaling. You zip up your boiler suit and slide your hands in your pockets, one hand able to move up to hold your side without being noticed.
Law turns back and his hands find your face again. He places a soft kiss on your lips before you head out.
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Law heads out of the medbay a few hours later. All 20 crew members are fixed up from the battle. He only had to reset a couple bones, stitch up two sword wounds, and provide medicine for one concussion. All in all, a relatively healthy crew is leaving the island.
As he approaches the door to your shared cabin, he hears you groan out in what sounds very much like pain. He slowly opens the door, peeking his head in first, and spots you laying in bed, boiler suit off, shirt off, extremely swollen and bruised torso on full display. He knows immediately what the pain is from. Bruised or broken ribs. Damnit.
He steps all the way into the room and says your name. You don’t respond but wince and groan as the pain continues.
Law moves to sit next to you on the bed, hand reaching for yours. The weight of his hand in your palm shakes you from the agony in your mind. As your eyes meet, he speaks. “(Y/n). Why did you hide this from me?”
Guilt starts to mix with the agony on your face. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” A deep sigh leaves Law as his eyes move down your body. His hand finds one of the bruises and he pushes down softly. You gasp and a deep groan leaves your lips. “Law- what are you doing?” He pushes down in a few more spots, listening for how you react to the pain before he stops and his eyes find yours again.
“You broke three ribs. It is as bad as it looks. Stay put.” He pushes your shoulder gently, laying you back on the pillow before he gets up and leaves the room to get supplies from the medbay.
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Law gathers up his medical supplies and stands to leave again. “Get some sleep. I’ll be back in a bit.”
A groan leaves your lips as you reach for his hand, grabbing it before he can get too far away. “Law, please stay. I don’t want to sleep alone. Please come to bed.”
“No. I have work to do.” Having already wasted time doing something he should’ve done right when you all got back from the battle, Law is too annoyed with you to cave to your pleas. “I’ll be back when I’m done.”
He ignores the pout on your lips as he leaves the room.
As you’re trying to fall asleep a few minutes later, you hear the door reopen and Law set stuff on the desk. The lamp light clicks on just before you hear his body plop down into the chair. Despite the annoyance, he would never leave you completely alone if you asked him to stay. You smile to yourself as Law leans back and opens a book.
Y/N: I made tea
Zoro: I am not in the mood for tea
Y/N: I did not make tea for you
Y/N: This is my tea
Zoro: Then why are you telling me?
Y/N: It is a conversation starter
Zoro: That’s a terrible conversation starter
Y/N: Oh, is it?
Y/N: We are conversing are we not, so checkmate?!
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