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Mourning a Life I Never Had

synopsis: after a car accident leaves y/n in a three-week coma, she wakes up believing she had lived an entire seven-year life — marriage, children, and memories that felt painfully real. now forced back into reality, she struggles grieving a family that never truly existed while the people around her watch her slowly fall apart.

content: pairing/characters: x fem!reader. bakugo, shinso, monoma, mirio and tomura (all separate) — angst, grief, psychological trauma, hurt no comfort, emotional breakdowns, coma aftermath

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, coma fic, psychological angst, grief, emotional damage, trauma

a/n: i randomly came across an article about clélia verdier, a girl who woke up from a coma believing she had lived an entirely different life with children and years worth of memories. this fic was heavily inspired by her story.

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bakugo katsuki

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when you woke up, the first thing you did was scream.

“where’s my husband?!”

the nurses froze.

bakugo—who had been sitting beside your hospital bed for almost three weeks straight—shot up from his chair instantly.

“hey— hey, calm down—”

“where are my kids?!”

your voice cracked so hard it sounded almost inhuman.

bakugo felt his stomach drop.

because you looked terrified.

genuinely terrified.

like someone had ripped your entire life away from you.

“ma’am,” the nurse started softly, “you were in a coma after the accident—”

“no.” you shook violently. “no, i was home yesterday— katsuki, tell them!”

silence.

his heart stopped.

you knew him.

except not like this.

your eyes filled with tears instantly when you looked at him.

“where’s my daughter?” you whispered. “she hates hospitals…”

bakugo couldn’t breathe for a second.

because the way you said it,

it sounded real.

too real.

you started crying harder.

“please,” you begged. “please let me see them…”

and bakugo—

who had survived war, villains, explosions, near death—

felt completely fucking helpless.

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weeks later, you still talked about them.

your daughter.

your son.

your seven-year marriage.

a life that never existed.

except to you.

bakugo found you sitting on the kitchen floor one night holding a tiny pair of socks you’d bought without realizing it.

your hands shook.

“…i forgot what her laugh sounded like.”

his chest physically hurt hearing that.

you looked up at him with swollen eyes.

“does that make me a bad mom?”

bakugo immediately grabbed your face.

“don’t say that shit.”

his voice cracked.

you started crying instantly.

and for the first time since you woke up—

bakugo pulled you against his chest and held you while you grieved people he would never meet.

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hitoshi shinso

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shinso noticed something was wrong the second you woke up.

you looked at him—

then immediately burst into tears.

“you’re older.”

his eyebrows furrowed.

“…what?”

you covered your mouth shakily.

“you’re older than before…”

before?

the doctors exchanged worried glances.

shinso slowly walked closer to your bed.

“hey,” he said quietly. “do you know who i am?”

your face crumpled.

“you’re my husband.”

silence filled the room instantly.

“we’ve been married for seven years,” you whispered. “we have a daughter…”

shinso’s chest tightened painfully.

because you sounded so sure.

like you were recalling memories instead of hallucinations.

you started panicking moments later.

asking where your child was.

why no one was answering you.

why everyone kept looking at you like you’d lost your mind.

shinso stayed beside you through all of it.

even after the doctors explained the coma.

even after they told him you’d created an alternate life in your head during the accident.

because every night after that—

you cried yourself to sleep whispering apologies to a daughter that never existed.

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months later, shinso woke up around 3 a.m. to quiet sobbing.

he found you sitting on the bathroom floor clutching your stomach.

“i was pregnant again,” you whispered brokenly.

his breath caught.

you looked destroyed.

“i remembered it today…”

shinso slowly sat beside you.

you laughed weakly through tears.

“isn’t that pathetic?”

he immediately shook his head.

“no.”

your face twisted painfully.

“they felt real, toshi.”

he looked at you for a long time.

then gently intertwined his fingers with yours.

“…then your grief is real too.”

and that sentence made you cry harder than before.

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monoma neito

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“where’s neito?”

you woke up crying.

monoma nearly dropped the flowers in his hands.

he rushed toward your hospital bed instantly.

“i’m here—”

the second your eyes landed on him, your expression shattered completely.

you reached for him desperately.

“thank god…”

his chest tightened.

“you remember me?”

you started sobbing.

“of course i remember you, idiot.”

your voice trembled violently.

“we’ve been married for seven years…”

the room went silent.

monoma’s smile slowly disappeared.

“…what?”

you stared at him in confusion.

“where are the twins?”

twins.

his heart sank.

you kept talking after that.

about your children.

your apartment.

your anniversaries.

the future you swore the two of you had built together.

except none of it was real.

the accident had only happened three weeks ago.

but to you,

you had lived another entire life.

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after being discharged, monoma noticed how empty you’d become.

you barely slept.

barely ate.

sometimes he’d catch you staring at family sections in stores with this distant look in your eyes./

like you were mourning ghosts.

one evening, he found you sitting on the bedroom floor surrounded by crayon drawings.

except there were no children in the apartment.

you had drawn them from memory.

tiny stick figures labeled:

“mama”

“papa”

“riva”

“ruru”

monoma felt his throat close up.

you looked up at him slowly.

“…i’m starting to forget their faces.”

your voice sounded terrified.

and monoma—

for once in his life—

had absolutely nothing clever to say.

so instead,

he sat beside you quietly and let you cry into his shoulder until morning.

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togata mirio

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mirio was smiling when you woke up.

he had spent weeks praying for this moment.

weeks terrified he’d lose you after the crash.

but the second your eyes opened—

everything went wrong.

“where’s my baby?”

mirio froze.

you looked around frantically.

“where is she?!”

“hey, hey— calm down—”

“mirio, where’s emi?!”

his stomach dropped.

because you knew his name.

you grabbed his hand desperately.

“please tell me she’s okay…”

you were shaking.

mirio looked helplessly toward the doctors.

they looked just as confused.

and then came the explanations.

the coma.

the vivid alternate reality.

the years you believed you’d lived.

mirio listened quietly while your entire world collapsed in real time.

he had never seen someone grieve so instantly.

so violently.

you looked like your soul had been ripped apart.

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mirio stayed anyway.

even when you stopped smiling.

even when you started waking up crying every night.

even when you accidentally called him “dad” while talking about your nonexistent daughter.

one rainy evening, he found you asleep at the table.

a child’s drawing was clutched loosely in your hands.

stick figures.

a little family.

you had written:

“our forever home :)”

mirio stared at it for a long time before carefully sitting beside you.

you woke up slightly.

then immediately started crying.

“…i miss her.”

your voice was barely audible.

mirio felt tears sting his own eyes.

because you sounded exactly like a grieving mother.

and maybe—

in your heart—

you were one.

he gently pulled you into his arms.

and for the first time since the accident,

mirio cried w you.

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tomura shigaraki

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when you woke up, the first thing you did was whisper his name.

“…tomu?”

shigaraki stared at you from beside the hospital wall silently.

he hadn’t left once.

not after the car accident.

not after the coma.

he looked exhausted.

sleep-deprived.

terrified.

but the second you saw him,

you burst into tears.

“you’re alive…”

his eyebrows furrowed instantly.

“…what?”

you reached toward him shakily.

“you died.”

the room fell silent.

your breathing became uneven.

“you died before our son was born…”

shigaraki felt cold all over.

you kept talking through sobs.

about a tiny apartment.

about your child.

about holding his hand while he died from injuries during some fight that never happened.

none of it was real.

except your grief clearly was.

because you cried like a widow.

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after that day, you became quieter.

sometimes shigaraki would catch you staring at him for too long.

like you were reassuring yourself he was still alive.

one night, he found you sitting alone in the dark.

“…i forgot his voice.”

his chest tightened.

“our son,” you whispered. “i can’t remember what he sounded like anymore…”

you looked horrified.

like forgetting was betraying him.

shigaraki slowly sat beside you.

awkwardly.

you started crying harder.

“i miss them so much.”

he hated this feeling.

hated that there was nothing to destroy.

nothing to kill.

nothing to fix.

so instead,

he reached for your trembling hand.

and let you mourn a family that only existed in your dreams.

#mha x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinso x reader #monoma neito x reader #monoma neito #neito x reader #mirio x reader #mirio togata #tomura shiragaki #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #angst

The Silence He Created

synopsis: when y/n accidentally discovers messages on katsuki bakugo’s phone, the relationship they trusted begins falling apart in real time. what hurts most isn’t just the messages—it’s how easily he tries to dismiss them.

content: katsuki bakugo x g!n reader – angst, arguments, betrayal, emotional cheating, miscommunication, breakup, regret, crying, emotional damage

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, gn!reader, breakup fic, toxic relationship, emotional infidelity, bakugo katsuki angst, reader insert, regret, emotional repression, sad ending

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you didn’t mean to find it.

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that’s what made it worse.

the phone lit up the room before you even touched it—like it wanted to be seen. like it was tired of hiding.

bakugo was in the shower.

steam still fogging the bathroom door.

and his phone… left behind.

unlocked.

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you told yourself it was nothing.

just a glance.

just a notification.

just curiosity.

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it wasn’t nothing.

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names you didn’t recognize.

conversations that felt too easy.

laughing emojis that didn’t belong to you.

messages that didn’t look like betrayal at first—

but slowly started to feel like it.

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your throat went dry.

because it wasn’t one girl.

it wasn’t even just flirting you could excuse away.

it was a pattern.

a version of him you were never shown.

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your fingers went cold as you scrolled.

not fast.

not frantic.

too slow.

like your brain was trying to delay understanding.

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and then it clicked.

not all at once.

worse.

piece by piece.

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he wasn’t careful.

he just didn’t think it mattered.

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the bathroom door clicked open.

“oi!—what the hell are you doing?”

bakugo’s voice snapped through the room.

sharp.

immediate.

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you didn’t look up right away.

because if you did, you weren’t sure what you’d do.

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“you left your phone,” you said quietly.

like that explained everything.

like it didn’t already hurt.

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his eyes narrowed the second he saw your expression.

“…you went through it?”

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silence.

that was your answer.

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something in his face shifted.

not panic.

not guilt first.

annoyance.

like you had crossed a line you weren’t supposed to cross.

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“you don’t just go through my shit,” he snapped.

that did it.

your grip tightened around the phone.

“you’re serious right now?”

“i didn’t say i was doing anything wrong.”

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and there it was.

not denial.

not apology.

just deflection.

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your chest felt too tight.

“so what is it then?” your voice cracked slightly. “all those girls—what, just nothing? just fun for you?”

his jaw clenched.

“it was before you.”

before you.

like that erased everything.

like time made it clean.

but your eyes stayed on him.

and something in you started to fall apart quietly.

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“no,” you said.

soft.

final.

that made him pause.

just for a second.

but then he scoffed.

“don’t start acting like i cheated on you or some shit.”

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that word.

acting.

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your fingers loosened around his phone.

not because you calmed down.

because something in you just… stopped trying.

“i’m not acting,” you said.

“i’m reacting.”

silence.

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you handed the phone back to him.

careful.

like it might burn him.

or you.

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he didn’t take it immediately.

“i don’t want to be another name,” you said quietly, “you forget when it’s convenient.”

that landed different.

you could see it.

just for a second.

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but then his expression hardened again.

“don’t be dramatic.”

you let out a small breath.

almost a laugh.

almost not.

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“we’re done,” you said.

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it wasn’t loud.

it wasn’t messy.

it was just final.

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his eyes widened slightly.

not fear.

confusion.

like he didn’t expect consequences.

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“don’t be stupid,” he said.

quieter now.

like that was supposed to fix it.

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but you already stepped back.

and that distance said everything louder than either of you had.

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“i’m not,” you said.

“i just finally understand where i stand.”

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you turned away before your voice could break again.

before he could say something that made you stay.

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and behind you—

for the first time—

bakugo katsuki didn’t know what to do with the silence he created.

“y/n—” he tried calling out, but it came out cracked.

weak.

nothing like him.

it didn’t even sound like it could reach you anymore.

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tears streamed down his face, quiet and relentless, like they didn’t care how much he tried to stop them.

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“fuck…” his breath broke halfway out, like it hurt to even inhale.

“…im…im sorry…”

his voice didn’t carry anger anymore.

just something raw. unsteady. too late.

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but you didn’t turn back.

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and that was the part that finally made it real for him.

#mha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki

“Don’t Fade”

synopsis: after the final war, katsuki bakugo can’t sleep without searching for y/n in his dreams. but as time passes, their face slowly begins to fade from his memory—leaving him terrified that one day, he’ll forget them completely.

content: katsuki bakugo x g!n reader – angst, grief, fading memories, emotional repression, insomnia, quiet breakdowns, reader death

tags: angst, grief, insomnia, fading memories, post-war arc, hurt no comfort, emotional repression, gn!reader, reader death, psychological angst, tragic romance

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after the final war, bakugo stopped sleeping properly.

not because of nightmares.

those would’ve been easier.

nightmares end when you wake up.

this didn’t.

every night, he’d lie down, stare at the ceiling for a few seconds too long, then close his eyes

and search for you.

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at first, it worked.

your face would appear instantly.

clear.

familiar.

real enough that his chest hurt every time.

sometimes you smiled.

sometimes you just looked at him quietly like you always used to whenever he got too angry for his own good.

those nights were the worst.

because for a few seconds, he could pretend you were still somewhere he could reach.

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months passed.

then more.

and slowly—

something started changing.

your face didn’t come as easily anymore.

he had to think harder now.

focus harder.

hold onto the image before it slipped away again.

sometimes your eyes looked wrong.

sometimes your expression blurred before he could fully see it.

sometimes he’d almost have it—

then wake up frustrated because he knew something about you had been missing.

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he never told anyone.

what was he supposed to say?

“i think i’m forgetting the face of the person i loved.”

yeah.

that sounded pathetic.

so he kept it to himself.

like everything else that hurt.

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one night, he closed his eyes and tried again.

nothing.

not completely nothing—

but close enough that panic crawled into his chest anyway.

he could still remember your voice.

the feeling of your hand against his.

the way you used to stand next to him.

but your face—

your face wouldn’t stay still anymore.

it kept shifting.

blurring.

breaking apart before he could fully hold onto it.

“…damn it.”

his voice came out rough.

angry.

desperate.

he squeezed his eyes shut harder like that would force you back into focus.

it didn’t.

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after that, sleep became something he dreaded.

because every night meant testing it again.

testing how much of you was left.

some nights he could still almost see you.

other nights, you felt far away.

like trying to remember someone from a dream that faded the second morning came.

and every time it happened, something inside him twisted painfully.

because he knew what this was.

not sudden loss.

not grief.

erosion.

slow.

quiet.

merciless.

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that night, bakugo sat on the roof until the sky went pale.

he didn’t sleep.

he didn’t move much either.

just sat there with his jaw tight, like holding everything in place through sheer force would fix it.

but it didn’t.

because somewhere in the back of his mind, your face wasn’t disappearing all at once.

it was just… becoming less certain.

less real.

less his.

and that was the part that finally made his chest feel empty in a way anger couldn’t fill.

“…down’t fade,” he said into the air, rough and quiet.

but even the memory of your voice didn’t answer back anymore.

and somewhere in the silence, bakugo finally whispered—

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

#mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou

Too late to hold on

sypnosis: tomura and y/n finally understand each other in the final war—but only as everything collapses and there’s no future left to hold it in. part 1

content: tomura shigaraki x g!nreader – poetic angst, final war, tragic love, death, emotional realization, obamitsu reference

tags: poetic angst, tragic love, unspoken feelings, late realization, emotional damage, death scene, miscommunication, slow burn pain, final war, heartbreak

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the world did not end the way people expected.

there was no grand collapse.

no final scream.

just… quiet.

like everything finally got tired of pretending it could continue.

and in that quiet, tomura shigaraki found y/n again.

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ash drifted down like something trying to remember what it used to be.

light fractured through broken sky like a cracked promise.

and there, in the middle of what was left of everything—

y/n knelt beside him.

as if they had always belonged at the end of things.

“…you came back,” he said.

his voice was hoarse.

not accusing.

not surprised.

just… fragile.

y/n exhaled softly.

“i never really left.”

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there had been a time when staying near him felt like survival.

there had been a time when every word he said cut something smaller inside them.

there had been a time when they believed silence was safer than love.

but silence still became loss.

just slower.

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tomura had told them they were annoying.

he had told them they didn’t belong.

and y/n had believed him enough to become distant.

quiet.

careful.

until careful turned into gone.

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and then there was dabi.

not a replacement.

not a salvation.

just someone who didn’t make them feel like existing was a mistake.

and that was all it took for distance to become permanent.

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tomura noticed too late.

he always noticed too late.

not when y/n stayed.

but when they stopped needing permission to leave.

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“you left,” he said again.

like saying it enough times might make it less true.

y/n nodded once.

“you asked me to stop acting like i mattered here,” they said quietly. “so i did.”

that silence afterward was heavier than any war outside them.

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tomura looked at them like he was trying to understand something that no longer had a shape.

“…i didn’t mean it,” he said.

and it sounded like someone trying to rebuild a bridge after the river had already swallowed it.

y/n shook their head gently.

“you did,” they replied. “you just didn’t understand what you were saying.”

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his hand moved slightly in the dust.

hesitant.

not destruction.

not defense.

just instinct searching for something it no longer knew how to hold.

“…why are you still here?” he asked.

and for once, it didn’t sound like rejection.

it sounded like fear.

fear of losing something he never learned how to keep.

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y/n looked at him for a long moment.

and something in their expression softened in a way that hurt more than anger ever could.

“because you were the first place i ever stayed too long,” they said.

quiet.

honest.

final.

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tomura breathed out shakily.

“…i think i loved you,” he said.

like it was a confession he only just learned how to speak.

y/n smiled faintly.

it trembled.

“i know.”

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there was no fixing it.

no turning back.

no second chance waiting somewhere beyond the ruins.

only the present—

only the ending—

only two people realizing they had been reaching for each other in all the wrong ways, at all the wrong times.

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“tomura,” y/n whispered.

he looked at them.

really looked at them.

like he was trying to memorize something he was finally allowed to regret.

“…if we had more time,” they said softly, “do you think we would’ve learned how to love each other right?”

he didn’t answer immediately.

because the truth was too heavy to carry into words.

then—

…tomura,” they said again.

he didn’t stop them this time.

so they continued.

“tomura… if we were reborn as humans again…”

a pause.

“…would you take me as your wife?”

the world held its breath with them.

for a moment, he didn’t respond.

just stared at them like he was trying to memorize something he never allowed himself to have.

y/n’s breath hitched.

a tear slipped down without permission.

he shifted slightly, weak hand barely moving toward them.

“…of course,” he whispered weakly. “if you’ll still have me… even after everything.”

his voice cracked halfway through.

like the words themselves hurt to say.

“and this time…” he continued softly, trembling, “i’ll make you happy. i’ll protect you properly.”

a shaky breath left him.

“i swear i will.”

his fingers twitched against theirs like he was trying to hold on before death could pull him away first.

“…so wait for me in another life, okay?”

y/n’s breath hitched.

their eyes burned as they held his trembling hand tighter against their chest.

“you better find me first,” they whispered back shakily. “because i don’t think i can survive losing you twice.”

“…i will.”

for the first time in forever, tomura smiled too.

not cruel.

not bitter.

just tired.

human.

their foreheads rested together as silence slowly settled around them.

the war had already begun fading into distant noise.

all that remained now was each other.

warmth slowly slipping through trembling hands.

#mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #angst

Too Little, Too Late

synopsis: tomura realizes too late that y/n was never just “someone in the league,” but the only person who stayed long enough to care—and long enough to leave when he finally pushed too far. part 2

content: tomura shigaraki x g!nreader – angst, slow burn, unspoken feelings, emotional realization, miscommunication, eventual loss, dabi involvement

tags: angst, slow burn pain, unrequited feelings, emotional damage, miscommunication, late realization, dabi, league of villains, heartbreak

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the first time tomura shigaraki noticed y/n, it wasn’t because they stood out.

it was because they stayed.

everyone else in the league of villains knew when to keep their distance. when to stay quiet. when to disappear before he decided they were in the way.

y/n never quite got that memo.

they’d sit nearby anyway—close enough to be noticed, far enough not to be killed for it.

“you’re staring,” tomura muttered once, without looking up.

“i’m listening,” they said.

“there’s nothing to listen to.”

“that’s not true,” they replied softly.

he didn’t answer after that.

but he didn’t tell them to leave either.

that was the beginning of the problem.

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it started small after that.

y/n sitting near him during missions. y/n patching up small injuries he refused to acknowledge. y/n talking even when he didn’t respond.

he never said thank you.

he never said stay.

but he never told them to leave either.

that was enough for them to mistake silence for permission.

until it wasn’t.

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“you’re annoying.”

the words cut sharper than they should’ve.

y/n paused mid-sentence, bandage still in their hands. “okay.”

“that’s it?”

“what do you want me to say?” they asked quietly.

tomura finally looked at them then, red eyes tired and irritated. “stop acting like you belong here.”

that should’ve broken them.

instead, something inside them just… went quiet.

“oh,” they said softly. “i guess i don’t.”

and they left the room.

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after that, they started noticing other things.

the way someone else—someone new—started talking to them more easily. laughing at their jokes. walking them back when missions ran late.

dabi.

not safe like tomura.

not soft like tomura.

just… present.

at first, y/n felt guilty.

thenthey stopped.

because dabi didn’t make them feel like they were a mistake for existing.

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tomura noticed too late.

he always noticed things too late.

the way y/n wasn’t sitting near him anymore.

the way they laughed a little softer—but not for him.

the way they stopped looking at him like he was something worth staying for.

and it bothered him.

more than it should’ve.

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one night, he caught them outside the hideout.

dabi was standing with them, talking about something stupid. y/n was smiling.

actually smiling.

tomura didn’t even realize he was walking toward them until he was already there.

dabi glanced at him first. “oh. hey.”

y/n turned.

and froze.

that tiny pause—that hesitation—hit him harder than any fight ever had.

“y/n,” he said.

they didn’t answer immediately.

that was new.

“i need to talk to you,” he added.

dabi looked between them, then quietly stepped back. “i’ll give you space.”

y/n didn’t stop him.

tomura hated that.

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when they were alone, silence stretched too long.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” he said finally.

y/n blinked. “no. you told me to stop acting like i belong here. i listened.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

they gave a small, humorless laugh. “it’s funny how that always happens.”

something in his chest tightened

but he didn’t know how to say that without breaking it into something uglier.

so instead, he said nothing.

and that silence—his silence—answered for him again.

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“i liked you,” y/n said suddenly.

tomura froze.

“but you don’t keep people who care about you,” they continued, voice steady but distant. “you push them away until they stop trying.”

he wanted to deny it.

he couldn’t.

because it was true.

always had been.

“i didn’t mean—” he started.

but they shook their head.

“it’s okay,” they said quietly. “i don’t think you knew what you had.”

that hurt more than anger ever could.

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they turned to leave.

tomura stood there for a second too long.

then—

“don’t go.”

the words came out rough. unused. unfamiliar.

y/n stopped.

but they didn’t turn back.

“i already did,” they said softly.

and then they walked away.

⸻

tomura stood there long after they were gone.

for once, no destruction. no chaos. no anger.

just the realization settling in too late, like dust after something has already burned down.

he had pushed them away so many times that when they finally left…

they didn’t look back.

and for the first time,

he understood what it meant to lose something he never admitted he wanted until it was already gone.

#mha x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki x reader #angst

Wrong Timing

synopsis: law realizes he’s too late when you fall for penguin

content: trafalgar law x g!nreader – angst, unrequited feelings

tags: angst, unrequited love, jealousy, slow burn pain, miscommunication, emotional hurt

a/n: i’m so sorry for disappearing! i’ve been busy with my job lately. i’ll try to post more frequently. also, new writing style.

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law noticed it slowly.

at first, it was nothing.

just you laughing a little more often. sitting somewhere else during meals. talking a little longer than usual with penguin when he came back from errands.

nothing concrete. nothing worth acknowledging.

that’s what he told himself.

“you’re spacing out again, captain,” shachi teased, waving a hand in front of law’s face.

“tch. i’m working,” law replied flatly, not looking up from the chart in his hands.

but he wasn’t.

because across the deck, you were leaning against the railing, smiling at something penguin said. and penguin—idiot that he was—looked like he’d just won the world’s biggest prize just by making you laugh.

law’s grip tightened slightly on the paper.

“…annoying,” he muttered under his breath.

“what was that?” bepo asked.

“nothing.”

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it got worse after that.

you started seeking penguin out more. you’d sit beside him on watch duty. you’d share snacks with him. you’d even patch him up when he got hurt on missions, scolding him lightly while he smiled at you like you hung the stars.

law told himself it didn’t matter.

you were just being kind. that was all.

you were kind to everyone.

but then he saw it.

one evening, on the deck under dim lantern light, you were laughing again. soft. comfortable.

and penguin reached up, gently brushing a bit of dirt from your cheek.

you didn’t pull away.

you smiled instead.

law stopped walking.

for a moment, the ocean around him went silent.

something in his chest tightened sharply—too sharp to ignore, too familiar to deny.

he turned away before either of you noticed him standing there

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he started avoiding you after that.

not openly. not dramatically.

just… slightly.

shorter conversations. fewer eye contacts. always “busy” when you entered the room.

you noticed.

of course you did.

but you didn’t say anything.

instead, you just got quieter around him too.

that hurt more than he expected.

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the breaking point came after a mission.

penguin had gotten injured again—nothing serious, but enough that you were by his side immediately, helping him sit down, fussing over him with that gentle expression you never gave law anymore.

law stood a few steps away, arms crossed.

watching.

always watching.

penguin laughed weakly. “you don’t have to worry so much, y/n… i’m fine.”

“i still worry,” you said softly.

that line.

that tone.

law’s jaw tightened.

because he had heard you say things like that before.

just… never to him like that.

never with that warmth.

“captain,” penguin called, glancing over. “sorry for the trouble.”

law didn’t respond.

his eyes stayed on you.

you finally looked at him.

and something in your expression flickered—like you were waiting for something.

for him to say something.

do something.

anything.

but he didn’t.

he turned away.

“rest,” was all he said before walking off.

behind him, silence followed.

and something worse than silence—

disappointment.

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that night, law couldn’t sleep.

he sat alone in the infirmary, hands folded, staring at nothing.

it was ridiculous.

he knew that.

he had no right to feel anything about you choosing someone else.

you weren’t his.

you never were.

and yet—

his chest ached anyway.

footsteps broke the silence.

he didn’t need to look up to know it was you.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” you said quietly.

law didn’t respond immediately.

then—

“no,” he said. “i’ve been busy.”

a pause.

you stepped closer.

“that’s a lie.”

silence.

finally, you spoke again, softer this time

“did i do something wrong?”

law’s fingers twitched slightly.

wrong?

no.

you hadn’t done anything wrong.

that was the problem.

“you didn’t,” he said flatly.

another pause.

then you gave a small, uncertain laugh.

“then why does it feel like you’re mad at me?”

law’s breath tightened.

because if he opened his mouth right now, everything would fall apart.

so instead, he said the one thing he knew would end it cleanly.

“you’re imagining things.”

silence.

longer this time.

when you spoke again, your voice was quieter.

“…okay.”

and then you left.

just like that.

no argument.

no persistence.

just acceptance.

law stayed seated long after your footsteps faded.

his hand slowly clenched into a fist.

“…tch.”

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days later, he saw you and penguin again.

laughing.

easier than before.

closer than before.

and something in law finally settled into a cold, quiet understanding.

he had been too late.

not to save you.

but to matter to you.

#one piece x you #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece #trafalgar law #law angst

"Ghost of the Past"

Law x Reader

tags: heavy angst, major chracter death, Wano AU

a/n: I need more ideas:_)

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The sound of crackling flames and creaking wood filled the air as Trafalgar Law stood face-to-face with Black Maria. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, his breathing heavy, blood dripping from wounds. The battle had been dragging on, and he was getting tired.

And then, he heard it.

"Law…?"

His breath hitched.

That voice.. it couldn’t be.

He turned sharply, his heart hammering against his ribs.

There you were.

Standing in the middle of the burning battlefield, looking just as he remembered, soft eyes, a familiar tilt to your lips, your presence so real it made his knees weak.

But it was impossible.

Because you were dead.

"Y/N-ya…" His voice wavered, his grip on Kikoku loosening.

You stepped closer, eyes shimmering with something unreadable. "Why did you leave me behind?"

Law’s breath came short. "I—I didn’t—"

Memories crashed into him like waves.

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Years Ago

You had always been by his side, ever since he was a boy lost in grief.

You were the one who pulled him out of his darkness, who teased him when he was being too serious, who made life feel less cruel.

And somewhere along the way, he had fallen in love with you.

But he never said anything.

Instead, he buried it, watching from a distance as you smiled, laughed, lived.

He told himself it didn’t matter. That he had more important things to focus on.

Until the day you died.

Killed right in front of him.

He had tried—god, he had tried—to save you. But for all his medical skills, for all his intelligence, he had been too late.

And now, years later, he was still carrying your ghost.

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Present

"Law…" Your voice was so gentle, so full of sadness. "You still haven't moved on, have you?"

His hands trembled. "I never got to tell you…"

You smiled softly. "Tell me now."

He hesitated. Then, finally, "I..loved you."

The words broke something inside him, years of grief spilling out all at once. His chest ached as he stepped forward, arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.

"I still do…" he whispered against your hair.

And then, sharp pain.

A blade plunged deep into his back.

His breath hitched, blood dripping from his lips. His body stiffened as your form twisted into something cruel, Black Maria’s laughter echoing in the distance.

"Poor little surgeon," she cooed. "Still clinging to the past."

Law gasped, falling to his knees, his grip on you weakening. The illusion faded, and he was left alone, again.

As the world around him dimmed, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Y/N…"

And then, darkness.

#one piece #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law angst #one piece x reader #one piece x you

Hi idk if you wrote about this or not i just found about ur account can you write about ace being jealous?

"Burning with Jealousy"

Ace x reader

tags: jealous ace, fluff

a/n: FIRST REQUEST?! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS><

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The flames flickered dangerously around Ace’s fingers as he stood across the bar, arms crossed, jaw tight. His usual easygoing grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was staring, glaring, at the scene in front of him.

You. Laughing. With Marco.

Ace stood frozen at the edge of the deck, fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms. Across from him, you stood beside Marco, your laughter ringing through the air, your hand resting on his arm, eyes shining with amusement. The way you looked at him, smiling, leaning just a little too close. Sent a sharp, ugly burn straight through Ace’s chest.

Marco laughed—really laughed—at something you said, and Ace saw red.

And then you touched Marco’s arm.

Ace was moving before he could think.

In a flash, he was behind you, an arm slinging around your shoulders as he pulled you firmly against his chest. You yelped, blinking up at him in surprise.

"Ace?"

"Hey, Y/N," he drawled, forcing a grin, though the slight edge in his voice was unmistakable. "Didn’t see you here. You looked like you were having fun."

Marco raised an amused brow. "Something wrong, Ace?"

"Nope!" Ace said way too quickly. "Just figured I’d remind Y/N who her favorite commander is, y’know?" He squeezed your shoulders, his grip warm. Too warm, like his flames were threatening to leak out.

You snorted, elbowing him lightly. "Jealous much?"

"Me? Jealous?" Ace scoffed, but his hold on you didn’t loosen. "Nah. Just making sure you don’t forget who keeps you warm at night."

Marco chuckled, standing up with a smirk. "Relax. I’m not stealing your girl."

Ace grumbled something under his breath, but when you turned in his arms, goving him a teasing smile, his jealousy melted, just a little.

"You’re cute when you get all possessive," you mused.

Ace flushed, his lips parting, before groaning dramatically. "Shut up, Y/N."

But when you kissed his cheek, the fire in his gut finally settled into a slow, steady burn.

And just like that, he knew, no matter who you talked to, no matter who made you laugh, you were his.

And he wasn’t letting anyone forget it.

#one piece #request #ace x reader #one piece x reader #ace x you #ace x y/n

"Unspoken"

Law x reader

tags: angst, Corazon mentioned

a/n: AHHH THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ON MY FIRST FANFIC. I did NOT expect that it would explode!! anw I hope yall enjoy this one and love you guys^^

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Trafalgar Law had never been good at feelings.

He could break down a body with surgical precision, navigate a battlefield with ruthless efficiency, and outthink even the most dangerous enemies. But emotions? They were messy. Unpredictable. A risk he nrver let himself take.

At least, not until you.

You were the exception. The one person who chipped away at his walls, who made him believe, for just a moment, that maybe he deserved something good.

And now you were slipping through his fingers.

"Y/N!"

The battlefield blurred as he sprinted toward you, his heart slamming against his ribs. He should’ve been faster. He should’ve been there.

By the time he reached you, you were already on the ground, blood pooling beneath you, staining the earth a cruel shade of red.

"No, no-" His hands trembled as he pressed them to your wound. The gash was deep, too deep. His fingers came away slick with your blood, his breath hitching. "Stay with me."

Your lashes fluttered weakly. Your body shuddered. "Captain..."

"Room!" His power surged around you, blue light flickering unsteadily. He could still save you. He had to.

But deep down, he knew. He could feel the life slipping away from you, as if it was being stolen right from his grasp. His heart clenched. His mind screamed at him to fix this, to do something.

"Damn it, Y/N, just hold on!" His voice cracked, raw with something he never let himself feel—desperation.

Your lips curled into a soft, painful smile. "It's... okay."

It wasn’t. It never would be.

His hands hovered over your wound, shaking, helpless. His powers couldn’t fix this. The one thing he prided himself on, the one thing that made him strong. It was useless now. Just like he was.

"I-I never got to tell you."

Tell you that you were more than a crewmate. More than a friend. That you had become something he couldn’t live without. That he had built his world around you without realizing it—until now, when it was crumbling in front of him.

Your fingers twitched, reaching weakly for his. He caught your hand in both of his own, squeezing, willing his warmth into your cooling skin.

"I know," you whispered.

A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it. "Then fight, Y/N. Please..I can't lose you. I can't-" His voice broke.

He had been here before.

The blood on his hands felt the same as it did back then—back in Flevance, when the city burned, when the streets were littered with the bodies of people he once knew. People he once loved.

And then Corazon.

Corazon, whose warmth had given him hope. Who had cradled his broken body and told him to live. Who had bled out in the snow, whispering with his last breath that he loved him.

Now it was happening again.

Fate was cruel, ripping away every light in his life, leaving him alone in the dark.

And now, it's trying to take you too.

Not again.

Your breathing grew shallow. "I’m tired, Captain."

His chest caved in. He had seen death before. Had held it in his hands, had defied it, had carved a path through it. But this? This was different.

This was you.

"Don’t go," he whispered, voice breaking.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, gentle even now. "Thank you… for letting me be by your side."

Then your hand went still.

The battlefield was silent.

Law didn’t move. He didn’t breathe.

Because the person who made him believe in something more, who made the weight on his shoulders feel lighter, who made his nightmares fade—was gone.

And he had never told you that he loved you. That you were the only warmth in his cold, shattered world. That every moment with you had made the weight on his shoulders bearable. That losing you felt like dying all over again.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #law angst #one piece x you #one piece x reader

" Jealousy, jealousy "

Law x reader, Kid x reader

tags: love triangle, jealous law

A/N: I'm new when it comes to making fanfics but I hope you enjoy reading this:_)

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The battlefield was pure chaos—a storm of clashing blades, roaring beasts, and Devil Fruit powers tearing through the floors of Onigashima. Amidst the madness, you kept your focus, cutting down enemies, fighting alongside some of the most dangerous pirates in the New World.

And then there was him.

"Oi, Y/N!"

Kid’s rough voice cut through the din as he crashed into the fray beside you, his metal-covered arm slamming into a group of Beast Pirates and sending them flying. He grinned, wild and dangerous. "Try to keep up, yeah?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smirking. "I don’t have time to babysit you, Kid."

He laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You wound me. But I don’t mind—since you’re way prettier when you’re mad."

Before you could retort, a sharp voice cut in.

"Quit screwing around, Eustass-ya. Focus."

Law appeared in a flash, the distinctive shambles sound of his Devil Fruit power following him. His sword slashed through an enemy behind you, effortless as ever. His golden eyes flicked to you, scanning you quickly. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, smiling slightly. "Captain! I’m fine. We need to push forward—"

"Then stop getting distracted," Law snapped, voice tight. But his glare wasn’t aimed at you. It was locked on Kid.

Kid grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. "What’s the matter, Trafalgar? Jealous?" He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping into a mockingly low, flirtatious tone. "Can’t blame you… Y/N's a hell of a fighter and easy on the eyes."

The temperature dropped.

"Room."

Before you could react, you were yanked backward, the battlefield shifting in an instant. Law’s power had placed you behind him, his tall frame shielding you from the chaos. His sword pointed straight at Kid, his face eerily calm—but his eyes were sharp, cold.

"Say one more word, and I’ll dissect you," Law said, voice dangerously low.

"Try me," Kid shot back, his grin never faltering.

The air between them crackled with tension, but you didn’t have time for this.

"Both of you, knock it off!" you snapped, stepping between them. "We’re in the middle of a war, or did you forget?"

They glared at each other for a long beat before Law finally huffed in frustration, turning away. "Stay close to me," he muttered.

Kid, of course, wasn’t done. "Don’t worry, Y/N. When this is over, I’ll take you out for a drink..If you survive sticking with him," he added with a smirk.

Law’s glare darkened, but before he could react, you groaned and covered Kid’s mouth with your hand. "Enough!"

You could feel him laughing under your palm, mumbling something muffled but no doubt infuriating.

"Room. Shambles."

The battlefield blurred, and suddenly, you and Law stood alone in a secluded area, away from the chaos. The only sounds were the distant echoes of battle and your own quickened breath.

"Why did you—?" you started, but Law turned to you, his expression unusually serious.

"You’re reckless," he muttered. "Letting him pull you into his games when there are enemies all around. It’s dangerous."

You raised an eyebrow. "I can handle myself, Captain."

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "I know," he admitted, softer this time. "That’s not the point."

You frowned, watching him carefully. This wasn’t just about Kid anymore. There was something deeper in his voice, something restrained.

"Then what is the point?" you asked quietly.

Law hesitated, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword before finally meeting your gaze. "I don’t want to lose you."

The words hung between you, heavier than the battlefield, heavier than the war itself.

Your breath caught. "Captain—"

"Kid flirts because he has nothing to lose," Law interrupted, voice steady but tense. "I don’t have that luxury. I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N."

Your heart pounded. This was Trafalgar Law—always calculating, always keeping a distance. But now, there was no distance. No barriers. Just him, raw and unguarded.

You stepped closer. "Then say it."

Law’s golden eyes searched yours. A battle raged behind them, fiercer than any war around you. And then—

"I love you."

The words were barely a whisper, but they carried more weight than anything he’d ever said before.

You didn’t hesitate.

Grabbing the front of his coat, you pulled him down, crashing your lips against his. Law stiffened for a moment, but then his hands were on you, pulling you closer as he kissed you back—slowly, deeply, like he was memorizing the shape of your lips.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled breathlessly. "You took your time."

Law exhaled, pressing his forehead to yours. "I had to be sure."

Distantly, you could still hear the battle, but it didn’t matter. Because for the first time, Trafalgar Law wasn’t just fighting to win.

He was fighting for you.

#trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #kid x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you

inseobts

Law x reader but it's angst and both of them didn't have a happy ending please ☹️. It'll start where the reader obsess over Law for months and he doesn't give a damn about y/n. He'll continue acting cold and harsh towards her. And then overtime Law slowly develops feelings for her but it's too late because y/n decided to leave the crew. The ending goes like ".... as I watch her disappear from the crowd. if only she'd known that, I... loved her." (I swear it sounds better in my head)

or instead of leaving the crew, Penguin was always there for her and y/n slowly falls for him and then Law gets jealous and knows that he doesn't have a chance with y/n anymore. He's guilty for not appreciating y/n all those months.

Idk anymore 😞.

That's all, bye:>

If Only She Knew

law × reader

a/n: omg I love angst so much akswk thanks for the request eheh

words count: 2.2k

tags: angst

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“Captain! I made you some tea.”

The moment the words leave your lips, you already know how this will end.

Trafalgar Law doesn’t even look up from the map sprawled across his desk. His fingers tap against the parchment absentmindedly, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“Leave it” he mutters, eyes scanning the paper.

You hesitate “But you haven’t eaten anything all day—”

“I said leave it, Y/N.” His tone is sharp, edged with irritation. His golden eyes flicker toward you, cold and dismissive “Stop wasting your time.”

Your breath catches for just a second before you force a small smile “Right… Sorry, Captain.”

You place the cup on his desk anyway before turning to leave, your hands curling into fists. You tell yourself that maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll take a sip.

But as you step out onto the deck, you already know he won’t.