have some more nerdy loser law <3
this is part two - part 1 - part 3 - masterlist
when law comes back to his crew, he finds out that the heart pirates have been joined by a new member: you. he copes very badly with the fact that he thinks you're cute.
trafalgar law is going to die. he used to think he'd have at least a few more years left, but he's never been more certain that he is slowly but surely descending into his untimely death. and it's completely your fault.
a few weeks have passed since law had to come to terms with the fact that you are now the most recent member of his crew (and he all but fled the scene because he fucking choked as soon as he laid eyes on you).
you'd think that after weeks of time to get used to you and your pretty face and your adorable personality, it has become easier for him to cope with your presence.
if anything, law's stupid crush (which he can barely admit to himself) has only grown and become much, much worse.
he has now entered the stage of forgetting to breathe whenever he's in the same room with you. not forgetting how to breathe, no, but entirely forgetting to breathe. he thought he'd faint that one time when he was alone in the med bay with you.
law has already accepted that this is his life now. he's fighting for his sanity every single day he has to spend with you, it's pure survival, it's pain and violence, it's absolute madness - it's quite frankly one of the most annoying experiences law has ever had. zero out of ten, he would not recommend.
of course, the entire crew knows. which does absolutely nothing to help his case. he has been locked in a closet with you by "accident" at least four times now, the crew arranges for you to sit next to him at every single meal you share, and one time shachi hid his hat in your room, so law had to awkwardly go and retrieve it, with absolutely no answer to your question about how his hat had ended up in your room in the first place. (law was so pissed, he made shachi do the dishes by himself for that whole week.)
it's safe to say that the crew is very invested in law's feelings towards you and it's likely this overbearing investment that lead to the situation the both of you are finding yourselves in now.
you're on a small island. it's the first time you've docked somewhere since you've set sail with the heart pirates, and the others wasted no time in sending you along with your captain to run some errands.
"i'm perfectly capable of going by myself", law had grumbled, when penguin pushed you off the polar tang's deck, sending you stumbling towards him.
but penguin had just laughed and said: "where's the fun in that?"
so now law is walking through the narrow streets of the small harbour town with you by his side, and as usual when you're around, his nervous system is hanging on by a thread.
"wow, these buildings are so pretty", you mutter, more to yourself than to him, but law still catches it and hums lightly.
he's barely said a word since you left, trying his best to keep it together.
admittedly, he's not doing a very good job so far. he's sweating, because his entire body seems to be on fire when he's next to you like this. but he can't help himself, you just look so pretty today.
you keep walking through the tiny alleys and narrow passageways. law already has the location of the place that has the supplies you need pinned down, and is slowly leading you there. however, he's not particularly in any rush to get there. he secretly allows himself to enjoy watching you in this unfamiliar environment. the captain hasn't seen you outside the walls of the polar tang before. it's nice.
all of a sudden, you stop to look at a storefront. it's filled with books and a few random trinkets, but what catches his attention are the stacks of comic books laid out behind the window.
to his silent surprise, that is also what your eyes are fixated on.
"captain, look, they have all of the most recent issues here", you say, excitement clearly visible on your face. "i didn't even know this one was out yet!", you point to a specific piece. "i guess it's hard to stay up to date when you live on a submarine."
"yeah", he nods. "it is."
"are you also a fan of comics?", you ask, looking up at him.
but his eyes are still trained on the window display, because you're right, they do have all of the latest issues of the better known series, and that includes the most recent release of sora, warrior of the sea.
"uhh.. yes. i enjoy them.. sometimes", law understates, trying not to think too hard about the elaborate collection of comic books that is tucked away safely in his quarters back on the polar tang.
"have you read sora? i just started it, but i quite like it so far", you say, and his eyes light up, because seriously? of course he's read sora.
but the fact that you have read it as well is so precious that he grasps onto it tightly, making sure to store it away carefully, into the section of his brain where he collects the things he'd rather not remember for his own safety, but still thinks about when he can't sleep at night.
he internally yells at himself to just be normal. but his heart is about to burst at the fact that you, who is already so unattainably perfect, are asking him about comic books, specifically about sora. his poor soul can't take it.
"yeah", he says, the corners of his mouth twitching dangerously. "sora's great." he clears his throat, trying to swallow down his excitement. "how far have you read?"
and you start rambling about how far into the story you've gotten so far, and which parts you enjoyed most and which characters you didn't like, and law listens like you're telling him the secret to eternal life. you ask him his opinions on certain aspects of the story and the specifics of different fight scenes, and law answers all of your questions with delight.
"wow", you say, a small smile resting on your lips. "i didn't think you were into this kinda stuff."
"seriously?", you chuckle. "you're the surgeon of death. you're always so cool and laid back, i didn't think you'd be such a nerd."
law has to take a second to silently laugh at the fact that you of all people would think that he's cool and laid back, when you've literally been turning his insides to mush for weeks now.
then he gets hit by the realization that you just called him a nerd, and that he just rambled about comic books to you for the past fifteen minutes, and that maybe he should get a fucking grip.
"i'm not a nerd", law says quickly.
you raise an eyebrow at him.
"i mean.. i don't -", he sighs. "tch."
"relax", you smile. "it suits you."
and you turn around and keep walking down the alley, as he stands there like an idiot, trying not to die of embarrassment, because what does that even mean? and why does he care so much?
law catches up to you quickly and you continue your journey in silence until you reach a marketplace bustling with vendors and locals going about their business.
"we're almost there", he states. "we just need to cross the market."
"i think if we go this way, it'll be the quickest", you say and start walking ahead.
law silently follows you, until he spots something in the distance, way on the other side of the marketplace.
shit. he stops in his tracks. marines.
you keep walking, not having spotted the enemies yet. he quietly calls your name, but you don't hear him over the noise surrounding you, and if he goes any further he'll be even more exposed to the sharp eyes of the navy.
law carefully weighs his options. he really doesn't need a run-in with the marines right now. and there's quite a few of them and only two of you. he won't take an unnecessary risk.
the captain quickly takes his hat off, trying to shove it under his coat in an attempt to lose his most easily recognizable feature, before he catches up to you in a few strides and gently puts his hand on your arm to pull you to a stop.
he leans down, his gaze trained on your immediate environment, carefully observing your surroundings, as he quietly tells you:
"marines, straight ahead."
you silently nod your head in acknowledgement.
"what do we do?", you ask.
the both of you duck into the crowd to maneuver your way out of the open space, out of sight of anyone not supposed to know of your presence.
you've almost reached the alley you had emerged from, when there's a sudden commotion and someone yells:
"look there! is that the captain of the heart pirates?"
goddamnit, law thinks, before grabbing your wrist and tugging you to the opposite direction of where the marines are starting to charge towards you.
"try to keep up", he yells out to you, as he lets go of you to lead the way.
law starts running, dodging the staring locals, ducking around corners, trying to gain as much distance from the marines as possible. he keeps looking back to make sure you're still there, right behind him. but law is fast, and the streets are busy, and it's not long until he loses sight of you.
he ducks into a tiny passageway in a more secluded area to catch his breath for a moment, leaning his back against the wall. he needs to find you, before the marines do. you just joined his crew, he can't have you arrested already.
he's about to go look for you, when he hears footsteps echoing down the street next to him. he peeks out of his hiding spot and there you are, sprinting past the narrow opening he's tucked into.
law acts before he thinks, quickly leaping forward and grabbing you to pull you into the tight space with him.
there really isn't a lot of room already, but the marines are hot on your heels, and so law pushes you up against the wall before pressing himself against you, hands resting on the wall on either side of your head, to keep you both shielded from the view of the marines running past your hiding spot.
once law is sure that they've all passed without noticing you, he lets out a breath and takes a small step back to check if the street really is clear.
the marines seem to be gone. that was close.
you awkwardly clear your throat.
he looks down at you, only to find you avoiding his gaze, a tender blush adorning your cheeks.
and law melts, but then quickly realizes the reason for your flustered state.
he's still standing way too close to you, with his hands propped up next to your head, effectively caging you in and he loses his mind a little.
he wants to move away, to take a step back, he really does, but he can't. he just stands there completely frozen, staring down at you with your flushed cheeks, and he's never been this close to you, and he's just now noticing the tiny freckles littered across your nose, and the small scar on your chin and he's absolutely and utterly done for.
and then you look up at him, through your lashes, and his breath catches, it feels like he's choking, again, and internally he's screaming why, why do you always do this to him, he can't stand it, it's so unfair. everything about you is unfair.
law loses himself in your eyes, gets sucked into your soul, and he thinks to himself that he wouldn't mind staying here, wouldn't mind living out the rest of his days trapped within your skin.
you're perfect, everything about you is perfect to him, so perfect it makes him want to squirm, and he hates it and loves it at the same time.
law's ghost drops back down on earth, gaining back awareness on your close proximity and the way you're gazing up at him and he's about to finally do it, about to step away, turn around, and walk back to the ship like it's nothing, like all of this is nothing to him.
but he can't. he might be strong, but he's not that strong, and he cannot possibly resist this. so he does the only thing that has been on his mind ever since he first saw you.
he leans down and kisses you.
it's messy and a little desperate and absolutely out of line (he is your captain after all), but god, does it feel good.
and then you kiss back. you gently place a hand in his hair, the other one wraps around the back of his neck to pull him closer, as you deepen the kiss willingly.
law pushes into you and you push back and it becomes a fun game of giving and taking until you're both so out of breath that you have to pull away.
he stares at you like you've gone mad for kissing him like this. you stare right back.
and he can't help himself, he has to lean back in, capturing your lips with his all over again, kissing you until your face goes numb, until you moan, just a little, and law's brain short-circuits, his heart threatens to explode and he's about to drown in his own blood.
you look up at him, eyes dark, face flushed, a smirk making it's way onto your kiss-swollen lips.
law makes a choked sound.
"we should go", he breathes without taking his eyes off you.
after successfully escaping the marines and safely making it back to the polar tang - you even somehow managed to get the supplies you needed - law realizes that he has even less of an idea of how to act around you now.
he's always been a walking train wreck around you, but now he knows. he knows how you taste, how your mouth feels, how you feel pressed up against him, and it's already driving him insane.
you go off to take a shower and he retreats to his office with a cup of coffee. law sits down at his desk, puts his cup down and proceeds to sit there completely frozen for approximately twenty minutes, before someone knocks on the door.
he splutters, calling the person in.
it's you, because of course it is.
you stand in front of him and give him a look that is probably considered a war crime in at least seven countries.
a beat passes and he realizes that maybe he should say something to you.
"what can i do for you?", law asks and immediately considers slamming his head through his desk because what the hell was that?
you look at him funny, tilting your head slightly as if contemplating something.
"you okay?", you ask and he can hear the amusement in your voice.
"i'm fine", he chokes out in a way that is so unconvincing that even he doesn't believe it.
law watches you walk out of his office and waits to let out the breath he'd been holding in until you've carefully closed the door behind you.
that could've gone better.
he sighs and waits for another moment, before he gets up to head to dinner, already making plans to stare at you longingly throughout the entire thing and pretend like no one notices.
he's walking through the quiet hallway, halfway there, when suddenly he loses his footing, because something pulls him roughly to the side.
the captain finds himself in a small closet, with his back pressed against the shelf, and when he looks down he almost chokes.
you're smiling up at him, sweet like sugar, and reach up to gently place your hand on his jaw and tilt his chin down.
"thought i'd return the favour", you whisper before you stand up on your tiptoes and you drag him into a kiss so sweet, he might have to check his blood sugar later.
law kisses you back with everything he's got, and it quickly turns into a heated makeout session, that leaves him wondering in the back of his mind why he hadn't kissed you sooner. he could've been doing this weeks ago.
he switches your positions, so that he's the one pushing you up against the shelf, and you slide your hands up his shirt and bite his lip and he groans and thinks that he might be in love with you. just a little.
then there's a loud gasp.
the two of you jump apart, law bumps his head on something before he looks to the side and -
he didn't close the door to the closet.
"no fucking way", shachi grins.
