okay my rockstar law fic is starting to come together, things are getting real, but i need your help:
what should law's band be called?
corazon's sacrifice
haunted hearts
better idea (please comment)
Voting ended onJul 24
corazon's sacrifice was my first idea and it's by far my favourite option because that's a sick af band name but it kind of hurts my heart a little every time i write it :') (this is a modern au tho and corazon is alive and well in this!!!)
hey did somebody mention Trafalgar D. Water Law, my favorite character of all time?
Trafalgar Law my emo edgelord baby who had 'DEATH' tattooed on his knuckles when he was a 14 year old but somehow doesn't regret that as an adult? Trafalgar Law who tried to pass off Punk Hazard as his 'summer home' when the Marines came knocking? Trafalgar Law who said "it's really important that we stay undercover in Wano" and then had his Jolly Roger embroidered onto his kimono like the enormous dork that he is?
Trafalgar Law who has one of the most tragic backstories in One Piece, a series known for giving characters tragic backstories? Trafalgar Law who has incredible survivor's guilt and spent half his life trying to fulfill the last wishes of the man who showed him kindness and saved his life? Trafalgar Law who is an incredibly cool and confident pirate captain but also a soggy wet cat? Trafalgar Law who has the "fuck you in particular, I do what I want" Devil Fruit?
Are we talking about Trafalgar Law who is a brilliant strategist, and also is constantly the most long-suffering man alive because he is surrounded by clowns? Trafalgar Law who just fucking gave up and let Luffy tote him around like a sack of potatoes for half of Dressrosa? Trafalgar Law who has a submarine? Trafalgar Law who loves his crew so so so so very much? Trafalgar Law who is a captain and a doctor and a swordsman (other pirate captains could never). Trafalgar Law who would absolutely mainline Monster Energy in a modern AU but forbid his crew from drinking it?
Trafalgar Law who carves people's hearts out of their chests and then swaps them around without telling anyone? Trafalgar Law who can make souls bodyswap and definitely does that for fun sometimes or just to annoy people? Trafalgar Law whose first mate is a polar bear?
Did somebody ask about Trafalgar Law, who has been my laptop wallpaper for the past [redacted] years? Who I actually thought about getting a vanity plate for but couldn't quite justify the money even though I really really want a vanity plate that reads TORA-O?
law has his mind set on finally confessing his feelings to you. unfortunately, you've got your mind set on ruining every single moment with one of your jokes.
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it's really getting out of hand. law's stupid crush on you has recently started keeping him awake at night (even more than usual) and he burnt himself making coffee this morning because he was thinking about you.
so naturally, law needs to do something about his stupid feelings. something that is not pretending like they're not there, because apparently that's not a healthy thing to do, at least that's what bepo said.
law thinks that, maybe, if he just gets it out of his system, maybe then his mind can finally be free from the prison that is your existence. so he starts to look for an opportunity to confess to you.
the first time he tries approaching you is right after breakfast. you're still in the kitchen, apparently on dish washing duty, and he sees you fiddling with the sink when he walks in.
you look up when he enters.
"hey captain", you smile.
"you okay?", law asks, noticing you struggling with something.
"yeah, it's just the stupid sink", you reply, not stopping whatever it is that you're doing. "i wanted to clean the drain before i do the dishes but now i can't get the filter back into it's place. it's stuck."
law looks over your shoulder. "let me try."
you shoot him a look. "isn't this kind of below your pay grade?"
he lets out a quiet chuckle. "just let me do it."
he gently pushes you out of the way and reaches down into the sink. but when he grabs the filter and tries to push it into it's place again it doesn't budge. he tries again, presses down as hard as he can, but it simply won't move.
"huh", law takes a step back. "i can't get it in."
there's a snort next to him and he glances at you, confused.
"that's what he said", you give him one of your signature grins.
law furrows his brows, before it clicks and he lets out a disapproving sigh.
"room." he uses his devil fruit to put the filter back into the right spot.
"thanks captain", you place a hand on his shoulder and wink. "i'm gonna get some dish soap."
and then you walk off. for a few seconds, law stares at the spot you were just standing in, before he shakes his head and wonders to himself how he can have feelings for someone who makes jokes like this.
he decides to try again later. it's a quiet moment when he finds you in one of the engine rooms, tinkering with some pipes. it's hot and steamy and law has to take a deep breath before he dares to approach you.
the top part of your boiler suit is tied around your waist, shoulders exposed in the tank top you're wearing underneath, skin glistening with sweat and a little bit of dirt. the sight really doesn't help with easing law's nerves.
you stop fiddling with the valve you're working on when you spot him.
"what's up, captain?"
"just checking on you."
law absentmindedly takes a look around.
you cross your arms over your chest. "you flatter me, captain, but that's not really necessary."
law lifts his hat up to nervously run a hand through his dark hair, before he places it back on his head.
"you alright?", you tilt your head to the side.
law gulps.
"yeah, uh, it's just..", he stumbles over his words, his eyes lingering on your exposed collar bones.
and to his dismay, you seem to notice.
"are you mad because i took of my suit?", you chuckle. "sorry captain, it's just more comfortable to work like this."
law nods slightly, still not quite able to meet your eyes.
"it's fine, i suppose", he mutters. "it's, uh... it's really... hot."
you raise an eyebrow and it takes only a second before his head shoots up in panic.
"not like that! i didn't mean - i just -", he rambles. "i didn't mean you're hot, i just meant the engines always run hot."
your laugh brings him to a stop and he sighs.
"why isn't my mouth working?", he mutters, more to himself, but of course you catch it.
"why isn't my mouth working - title of your sextape", you cackle.
law resists the urge to facepalm. it's fine, he tells himself. he'll try another time.
then it comes. the moment law has been looking for. it's after dinner, the polar tang has gone uncharacteristically serene and most of the crew have already turned in for the night. in fact, law is on his way to his own bed to get a good night's sleep for once, when he passes by the med bay and spots you out of the corner of his eye.
he stops walking and peeks inside. for a moment, he simply watches you work. with your back turned to him, you don't notice his presence, and he lets his eyes track your gentle movements for a while, before he forces himself to snap out of it.
"what are you still doing here?"
you startle and turn your head.
"oh, captain, didn't see you there", you smile. "i was just finishing up here, actually."
law watches as you put away the supplies you had been sorting through. he exhales. this is it. this is his chance.
hesitantly, he takes a step into the room.
"i've been meaning to talk to you", he begins, cringing at the sound of his own voice, that seems way too loud now for some reason.
"oh yeah? what is it?", you ask without turning around.
law takes a step toward you and then another one, desperately trying to calm his nerves, but his heart just won't stop racing, why won't it stop?! it's so loud in his ears that he's almost sure you can hear it too.
he doesn't even notice how he keeps walking, until he's standing right behind you, and before he can move away you've already turned around.
your eyes meet his and law chokes.
"oh", you breathe. "hi"
law gets caught up in the sight of you gazing up at him like this, with your big eyes, your face so close to his own all of a sudden. he inhales.
"listen", his voice is shaky when he speaks. "i need to tell you -"
suddenly, he doesn't know what to say. he racks his brain for the words he'd so carefully put together for this, he'd rehearsed them in his mind a thousand times, and still they're completely gone.
you're still there, trapped between him and the counter behind you, eyes trained on him expectantly. he feels your breath on his skin, notices the tiny freckles on your nose, and the wayward strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face.
and then law loses it.
he leans down and kisses you.
he feels you startle, feels your breath catch, and he's about to pull away, but then finally you relax and lean into him, as you reciprocate the kiss.
and law loses it some more.
there's a beautiful pink colour on your cheeks when he leans back.
you stare up at him, a stunned expression on your face. and then a quiet whisper leaves your mouth.
"goodnight everybody."
a/n: i really hope this is what you wanted, anon. this was a tough write (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
I recently got back into watching an old show from my childhood called Animaniacs. One of the characters, Yakko, says "Goodnight everybody!" When someone says something that can be taken as a sexual innuendo(like when someone says "That's what she said")
So what if Law had a crush on one of his subordinates, but they constantly say either "Goodnight everybody" or "That's what she said" to turn everything into a sex joke- like no matter what they'll find a way
Anyways I thought this would be funny
-🦌 Anon
hi there ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this request took me foreveeeer because i really wanted to make it funny. i actually did some research on this show to get a better concept of your idea. i tried my best. it will be out this weekend probably.
Ive been reading your Law fics and they are just so cute! I love how dorky you've made him and I'm all just warm and squishy now. You've melted me like butter 💕💕💕 I'm gonna go daydream about him some more now *dreamy sigh*
thank you so much!!!!! 🥹🩷 this is so sweet, it makes me so happy to hear that you liked them 💖
to whoever saw the random draft i accidentally just posted: i hope you enjoyed this snippet of my rockstar law fic i think i need to stop writing my fics in the tumblr app
"his crew like to joke about the gone look on his face when he's daydreaming about his 'secret girlfriend' again. idiots. they're not even supposed to know about you, but apparently law isn't as low-key as he thinks when he goes off to see you."
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june (you)
"10.000 berry and it's yours."
you look up at the grinning vendor behind the table and raise an eyebrow.
"you're kidding", you snort. the basket you're looking at is obviously not worth that much. does he think you're a tourist?
"10.000 and I'll throw in one of these charms for the beautiful lady", he holds up one of the little trinkets that lie scattered across the table.
you scoff. "so because i'm pretty, you think i'm stupid?"
the man rolls his eyes the moment he realizes that his scamming tactics aren't going to work on you.
"fine", he drops his greasy salesman act and slumps back in his chair. "5.000."
you narrow your eyes at him.
"i'll take it for three."
"four", he tries.
"three."
the man glares at you, but nevertheless takes your money and fishes out a bag for you.
the sun feels hot on your skin as you navigate your way through the bustling market. it's always busier in the summer, especially in the early afternoon, and you're slowly beginning to regret your decision of going grocery shopping early today.
already exhausted, you decide to take a small break, leaning your back against a tree and finding comfort in the shadow of the leaves above your head. light falls through in tiny spots that dance on the grass by your feet. summer seems to get hotter every year in this place.
slowly, you let your eyes drift across the town square. you know this place well, every nook, every corner engraved in your mind. you know the ways of the entire island, the way the wind blows, the way the people and crowds move, the way the weather changes and the way the rain tastes.
it's hard to be surprised in a place you've been calling home for so long now, which is why you notice instantly when something feels out of place. like the tall figure hiding in the shadows of one of the buildings framing the marketplace.
you do a double take.
it's not exactly unfamiliar. but it doesn't belong here. it doesn't fit in.
your heart jumps when you recognize the slightly hunched posture and the long dark coat flowing down the silhouette.
law.
he appears to notice that you've spotted him, his eyes already carefully trained on you.
he lingers for another moment. there's too much distance between you to actually tell, but you think you notice a smug smirk playing at his lips.
then he dips his head and disappears into the shadow of a small alley. luckily, you already know where he's headed.
you waste no time in picking your bags back up and hurrying off after him, the items still left on your grocery list long forgotten as you make your way home.
law is back. finally.
how much time has it been? two months? maybe three?
when you unlock the door to your small house at the town's border he's is nowhere to be seen yet, but you can still barely contain your excitement.
god, how you've missed him.
you put down your bags and head to the kitchen to put away the food you bought, when suddenly his voice rings through your hallway, and you stop in your tracks.
"that vendor is going to cry himself to sleep tonight."
you whirl around.
law is leaning against the wall in your hallway, legs long, arms crossed and face blank.
he hasn't changed one bit since you last saw him.
his hair looks disheveled, he's not wearing his hat. he usually takes it off to be less recognizable, not wanting to raise any suspicions about his more or less frequent visits to your island. his beard is trimmed a little shorter, his jaw looks sharper - has he been eating? his eyes still hold the exact same expression you've grown to know so well.
a smile makes it's way onto your lips. "law."
his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit in response. his voice is low when he speaks.
"hi."
there's a sudden pull, a tug at your heart, like the universe is trying to balance out the distance between you at once. you can't restrain yourself any longer and surge forward, launching yourself into his arms. he catches you easily as you wrap your legs around his waist.
"miss me?", he smirks.
"only a little", you mumble against his lips.
the kiss you share is deep and filled with longing. your groceries stand forgotten on the floor next to you when you finally pull away.
"how long are you staying?", you ask a little out of breath.
there's a glint in his eyes, a tiny hint of regret when he responds.
"not long."
law lets your slide out of his arms and lowers you back to the floor. you press yourself against his chest and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.
it's funny how a person who is always gone can smell more like home than the house you sleep in every night. you let yourself be enveloped in his scent and take a deep breath.
"either way, i'm happy to see you."
you know that law visits as much as he can. you know what his life is, know what his days look like, you would never hold it against him that he isn't around much. after all, you knew exactly who he was when you fell for him.
law rests his head on top of yours and burries his face in your hair. it bothers him too, to have to leave you behind. you can see it in his eyes every single time. but you know that your safety is more important to him than the pain of your frequent goodbyes. and for that you're eternally grateful.
"i'm happy to see you, too", he mumbles into your hair.
you can't help the chuckle that escapes your mouth, even as your heart flutters at the softness that lies within his words. it's rare for law to say things like this so openly and you would never miss a chance to tease him for it.
"wow", you grin and look up at him, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. "when did you become such a softie?"
law rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the smirk he bites back when he playfully pushes you aside.
he plays along with your comment. "a lot can happen in two months."
you cross your arms in front of your chest.
"oh yeah?", you grin. "what else changed then?"
law's eyes lock with yours as he takes a step forward, crowding you against the wall in your narrow hallway.
one hand lies firmly on your hip, the other one is placed against the wall next to your head when he smirks down at you.
"i could show you."
you exhale.
"please do."
august (law)
law can hear movement coming from inside the house when he leans against the frame of your front door and he nods to himself. you're home.
he would never admit it out loud but he likes to plan the way he's going to surprise you each time he visits well ahead of time. the look on your face, the spark in your eyes and that smile, the way he can feel your happiness take over the second you spot him are all things law thinks about a lot. it's a moment he looks forward to the entire time that he's away at sea.
his crew like to joke about the gone look on his face when he's daydreaming about his 'secret girlfriend' again. idiots. they're not even supposed to know about you, but apparently law isn't as low-key as he thinks when he goes off to see you.
he knocks.
almost immediately his heartbeat picks up in anticipation and law internally curses at his body. this thing between you two has been going on for long enough, he should be able to handle it without breaking out in a nervous sweat.
but then there's footsteps and then the door swings open and then there's you, and law forgets how to breathe.
you look up at him with big eyes and the next thing he knows is you in his arms, and your face pressed into his neck, and he holds you like he never wants to let you go again. and he realizes that he really doesn't.
"law", you exclaim happily and he feels that warm feeling wash over him, that feeling that only your presence can give him. even just hearing you say his name like this is heaven. law could listen to you say his name all day long.
he lets you out of his embrace just to pull you right back into a kiss.
oh, how he has missed this.
he kisses you for a short while until eventually law forces himself to pull away in order to hand you the gift he's still holding in his hand.
"you brought me flowers", you smile and take the bouquet from him.
law watches you close your eyes to smell them and takes a mental screenshot of your face. if he was an artist he would try drawing you, so that he could look at the soft expression adorning your features every single day. add that to the list of things he would never say out loud.
"thank you", you say softly.
law's heart melts. he clears his throat to cover it up.
"they don't die", he casually mentions.
you glance up at him. "what do you mean?"
"they're special", law explains, as you take a step back to finally let him inside. "they're from an island with a very unique vegetation. the local plants have cellular matter that decomposes so slowly that they outlive regular plants by centuries, even when you cut them."
he pulls the door shut behind him. "so they won't wilt."
you shake your head in disbelief, a stunned smile forming on your lips.
"so you're telling me that all this time you've never gotten me flowers because you didn't want them to be gone too soon?"
your question hits law square in the chest. he should've known that you'd see right through him.
it's true. law figured that a gift that doesn't last is useless from someone who isn't around to give you a new one once it's gone.
he tries to play it off and simply shrugs.
"aww", you coo. "law, you wanted them to last so i don't forget about you."
law gives you a look and you laugh.
"thank you", you then say earnestly. "seriously, these are beautiful."
not as beautiful as you, law thinks.
november (you)
you wake up in the late morning. sunlight spills through the curtains and into the room. you watch it throw shadows over law's sleeping form.
slowly, you let your eyes wander from his face, down his neck, over his naked torso, tracing the swirls of black ink engraved into his skin forever.
he has his left arm thrown over your waist, his legs tangled with yours. soft breaths leave his slightly opened mouth. his dark hair is a terrible mess. it suits him.
law came back two nights ago and you've been enjoying every single second of his company. life feels brighter with him there. once he's gone it always leaves you feeling like something's missing. it's not just the lack of his presence. it's as if your soul is incomplete when he's not there. it's as if he takes a part of you to sea with him.
you raise your fingers up to his face, carefully pushing back a piece of hair that has fallen into his eyes. you could watch law sleep forever. he looks so peaceful like this, so soft.
in moments like this you wonder what it must be like to only know him out there in the real world. to only ever see the surgeon of death and not this side of him, never this side. the man lying in bed next to you isn't the surgeon of death. he's simply a man.
"it's rude to stare", law mumbles into his pillow.
you breathe out a small laugh.
"so what?"
law cracks an eye open. a lazy smile hangs on his lips when he looks at you. then he pulls you closer until you're flush against his chest.
"so, i want an apology", he jokes quietly, voice still rough from sleep.
you giggle. "how about a kiss?"
law mocks a contemplating hum.
"i was thinking more like a written statement."
"okay", you shrug. "will you let me get up then?"
you feel his arms tighten around you.
"what?", he almost sounds offended. "no! why?"
"well, how else would i prepare you a written apology?"
law sighs in defeat. "i guess a verbal one will do as well."
you look up at him.
"i deeply apologize for any disturbance i may have caused you during your well-earned beauty sleep."
law snorts.
"will you forgive me?", you ask theatrically.
he looks at you carefully and raises an eyebrow.
in a fracture of a second you're being flipped onto your back with law hovering over you, his face suddenly very close to yours.
"i might", he whispers.
in a dramatic gesture, you hold a hand over your heart and fake a sniffle.
"i'll do anything for your forgiveness."
law smirks when he leans in.
"oh, will you?", he mumbles as his lips meet yours.
you sigh into the kiss, running your hands up the smooth skin on his back and tangling your fingers in his hair.
law angles his face to deepen the kiss, slowly sliding a down to your waist and under them hem of your shirt.
you pull him into you by the back of his neck, tugging slightly at his hair and he lets a low groan slip into your mouth, that makes your entire body tingle.
his lips leave yours and he kisses a trail along your jaw and down your neck. he drags his teeth over his favourite spot there, the one he knows will make you squirm and your fingers tighten around his hair as a quiet moan escapes you.
with a satisfied smirk, law's lips find yours again. he slides your shirt up further and tugs, urging you to lean up and take it off. you comply, only breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over your head. he takes it off your hands and carelessly throws it behind himself, before pushing you back down on the bed.
instead of leaning in, he hovers over you for a moment, looking at you with this soft look in his eyes you so rarely get to see.
you stare up at him and drink in the sight of late morning law. his dishevelled bed-head, the everpresent circles under his warm toned eyes, the golden earrings and the uneven breaths.
god, he's beautiful.
you let yourself drown in the moment, drown in law's eyes and his love, as he leans back down to kiss you again and again and again.
april (law)
law watches as you let yourself fall back into the fluffy grass, lifting your gaze up to the blue sky. spring came early this year on your island. it's already warm outside with the sun casting a warm glow over your skin.
there's a soft thump when he goes to lie down next to you.
"we leave in an hour."
he feels you tenderly interlock your fingers with his. a moment passes before you respond.
"i'll miss you."
law turns is head to the side and finds you already looking at him. you're beautiful in the sunlight. it brings out your eyes. he runs his thumb over the back of your hand.
"me too", he admits.
his heart flutters at the small smile you fail to hide at his confession, and he lets himself sink deeper into the grass, treasuring the memory of your face in this delicate moment.
you shuffle closer to him and he lets go of your hand to hold out his arm, so that you can lean your head on his shoulder. your hand finds his chest und you start drawing lazy circles onto his torso. law suppresses a content hum at the feeling.
carefully, he runs a hand through your hair and places a ghost of a kiss on the top of your head. he almost can't help it when the words slip out of his mouth.
"you know i love you, right?"
the circles on his chest stop and you shift even closer.
"yes", you confirm in a fragile whisper. "i love you too."
and so the two of you lie in the grass as law simply holds you, knowing that he'll have to let go again way too soon.
it's never enough. not a single day passes where law doesn't miss you. no matter the amount of chaos that constantly happens around him, no matter who he's fighting. he could be standing in the middle of a war and you would still be on his mind.
and law thinks to himself how cruel it is, to find love like this only to have to leave it behind. to have to keep you behind closed doors, to always keep his distance to ensure your safety. and he silently makes a promise to himself, that one day, after everything is over, he'll take you with him and you'll never have to be apart again.
a/n: this is kind of sappy i'm sorry, i tried to make it fun but i couldn't let go of the bitter sweetness this trope holds 😭
Hellooo! I really love your writing SO MUCH!💕 Can I ask for some like Law visiting to his secret lover from time to time whenever he got enough free time. He keeps it secret from everyone to make her safe and sound since being a lover’s of a pirate like him would put her in great danger!! The rest could be used your imagination! 🙌🏻🫣
And thank you so much for your creation, ik it’s not that easy! Wish you are well and happy! 🫶🏻💗
hiii, thank you so much for your request and the kind words 💞💞💞 i'm sorry it took me so long but i've written your request and am currently editing, it should be out some time this week ૮꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა ❤︎
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