nami kin, sir crocodile lover, law’s wife, & zosan enthusiast
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I am an adult in my late 20’s.
I am either INFP or ENFP.
I am genderfluid; I prefer she/they pronouns most often but I do also welcome masculine terms as well.
I am demisexual/demiromantic.
I am neurodivergent, chronically ill, and disabled.
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I am a cosplayer.
I voiced radio dramas for four years.
I did theatre for ten years.
I’m a writer and roleplayer.
I have a cat who is missing the same eye I am blind in.
I have Nami’s tattoo.
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I keep forgetting to post this cute comm I got of Law and my OC! Please don’t repost or reupload this, but reblogs are fine! The artist can be found on instagram and I highly recommend them for your comms. 🥰
Sir Crocodile based on that one behind the scenes picture from OPLA S2 + I wanted to practice painting in CSP because it's pretty fun.
Im so excited to see this man get punched in face so hard it rains again it's kind of unreal.
Image description:
A digital illustration of Sir Crocodile from One Piece viewed from a lower perspective and drawn in shades of orange and green. Crocodile looks down at the viewer - a yellow cloud of cigar smoke from his mouth trailing through the air and hiding the rest of his face. The background is an office space with wooden paneling on the walls.
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One Piece | Law | 3.8k | One Piece Masterlist | Secret Relationship Masterlist
You’d learned, quite quickly in fact, that answering questions on instinct could cause you problems. After what happened, you resolved to think your answers through a little more.
Unfortunately, that couldn’t stop the day-long campaign to try and get you into a relationship with a man you’d already declared your love to. Months ago.
“If you could date anybody in the world,” Shachi began. “Who would it be? Imagining they’re a nice person.”
“Have you been looking at wanted posters again?” Bepo asked softly.
“Yes.”
And you, far too distracted because you were busy trying to remove the needle from your finger after you’d missed while practising sutures, simply said:
“Law, obviously.”
The problem was, it wasn’t obvious. Because the rest of the crew had no idea that less than an hour ago, you’d been sitting in his lap with his hand slowly slipping beneath your shirt. They had no clue you spent several nights in his office for nothing related to work.
The oppressive silence got you to raise your head. The metal tray beside you rattled softly when you bumped it.
Bepo was staring, his paws over his muzzle. Various expressions of excitement, sympathy, and panic made you pause before you realised what answer you’d given.
“Wait. Wait, that’s not – ”
“You’re in love with our captain!” Shachi said. “That’s so sweet!”
“Very romantic,” Bepo said. “You should tell him. I think he likes you too.”
“I don’t know if he’s interested in relationships though,” Penguin mentioned.
“He just needs to experience it,” Shachi insisted.
You cleared your throat, panic rising in your chest. Law was painfully private and the last thing you wanted was the crew turning this into spectacle before you’d asked him about it. You couldn’t help but feel bad for blurting something like that out.
“Hold on a second,” you said. “I never mentioned love. I meant it in a like respect way.”
“I asked about dating anyone in the world,” Shachi corrected. “Which I would never do but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong. And if he likes you too…”
Ikkaku looked up from her own practice gash. “You can’t assume that.”
“I’ll go ask,” Bepo said.
He got up and hurried to the door before you could even realise what was happening. You jumped to your feet the second it clicked, rushing after him and scattering your instruments over the ground.
“Bepo! Wait! You can’t just ask that!”
He was already halfway down the corridor, boots thudding against the metal floor in quick, uneven beats. You rushed after him, your shoulder clipping the wall as the narrow hallway forced you into a straight line.
Seas, if he said anything to Law, you might just die then and there.
You caught up with him right as he stepped into Law’s office and you bolted in after him, half panting. The door swung open to the low, steady scratch of pen against paper. Law sat behind his desk, the lamplight pooling across scattered notes and casting sharp shadows beneath his eyes.
“Bepo, don’t you dare!”
He looked up from his medical journal, expression very unamused at the sudden outbreak of noise. “What is going on?”
Bepo rocked back and forth, glancing between you and the captain. You gave him a sharp look, practically begging him not to say anything. He tilted his head, confused.
“It’s nothing,” you reassured. “Just… Can I borrow Bepo, please? It’s urgent.”
Law watched you expectantly and you tried your hardest to explain in a look. Or at least reassure him that you would tell him later when you didn’t have half of the crew hovering outside his office door.
He waved his hand. “Try to be quieter about it.”
Bepo didn’t move. “Captain, do you like women?”
“What?”
You grabbed Bepo’s paw and practically hauled him from the office. Embarrassment burned hot on the back of your neck and you slammed the door behind you. He’d complain about that later but right now, you really couldn’t care less.
“You can’t do that,” you hissed. “What do you all think you’re doing?”
“I think it would be good if you tell him,” Bepo said. “I remember him saying before that he’s very fond of you.”
“And it would be good for him,” Shachi agreed.
“Most girls want the man to confess first,” Ikkaku said. “She obviously doesn’t want you to blurt out her interest if you don’t even know what he’ll say. You’re such boars sometimes.”
“I really think we should just pretend I never spoke,” you implored. “Please.”
Or at least give you a few minutes to bring it up with the man in question. You had no idea how Law would react to this and would really appreciate giving him a heads-up if they planned to invade his office with strange questions.
“He’s definitely interested,” Uni agreed. “We could try getting him to confess.”
“Yeah, that should be easy!” Penguin enthused.
This was going to be how you died. You were sure of it.
You followed them back into one of the operating rooms, fully convinced you would just gather your instruments and leave when a white board was dragged in behind you. One you certainly had never seen before.
“What are you doing?”
Half the crew was here. More actually. You had somehow wound up with more people surrounding you than you had seen the entire evening and that did nothing to soothe the embarrassment burning through your chest.
“Right,” Penguin said as he stood in the front like a teacher giving a presentation. “I think if we work together, we can do anything.”
“There’s nothing to be done.”
They ignored you entirely and you hovered, not certain if you should bolt from the room or wait and see what you’d caused.
He picked up a marker and drew a very questionable stick figure wearing a hat. “Our first problem is the captain is emotionally repressed.”
“That’s not…” you trailed off. “Okay, that’s a little true but not relevant.”
He drew a second stick figure, identical to the first. “And you are also emotionally repressed.”
“I am not. Also, why do I look like him?”
“Because you’re in love and when that happens, you start imitating your loved one.”
“I don’t own a hat even remotely similar to that.”
Ikkaku hummed from where she’d swung a chair around to watch. “If he’s emotionally repressed, he might struggle with large crowds. Maybe we should find some way to give them privacy together.”
“Like a closet?” Uni suggested.
“Maybe they can sit together at dinner?” Bepo suggested.
“We already do that,” you pointed out. “All the time. We also work together so we have plenty of alone time.”
They didn’t hear you, not for a second. This wasn’t going to stop. And if you stayed, it would only get worse. You stepped out of the room, shaking your head and hoping that whatever plans they came up with, you had no part in them.
You marched straight into Law’s office and pushed the door open. He lifted his head. “Finally ready to explain what’s going on?”
“They’re trying to set us up,” you said. “They think I’m secretly in love with you and want us to go out.”
He chuckled, a low and quiet sound. “I suppose Bepo’s question makes some sense.”
“What do I do?”
“You could – ”
But you had no time to answer because somebody knocked at his office door. You groaned. “If they find me in here, they’re never going to stop,” you muttered.
He shrugged and held up his hand. Room expanded around you and you let out a small sigh of relief when you found yourself in the hall instead. You were certain that they’d find something new and interesting to focus on soon.
This was temporary.
Unfortunately, temporary still meant that the next morning, you stepped out the women’s quarters and nearly walked straight into Penguin who had clearly been waiting for you.
“We’ve been thinking,” he said and you gave him a look. “But maybe the captain likes you and doesn’t realise it. If we give him a small push, he’ll realise and confess to you all by himself.”
“Or you could leave it be.”
“We have a plan. You just need to trust us.”
You didn’t trust a single word they said. Especially not when you were brought to a very small supply closet before you even got a chance to have breakfast. You blinked at the open door and the tiny space.
“Penguin, tell me that you’re not attempting to lock our captain, who has a devil fruit that allows him to teleport, into a closet with me.”
He laughed. “He won’t if it’s the perfect opportunity to talk to you.”
You could hear footsteps approaching and Penguin’s expression turned more desperate. He kept glancing over your shoulder and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. This as so stupid. There was no way Law would even fall for this in the first place and yet…
“It’s for you,” Penguin whispered. “Come on. We’ve got to try.”
“This is how you get your organs rearranged,” you warned him.
Though if it would get them to stop… you stepped into the cupboard with a grumble. At least there was some space in there. Penguin hurried to close the door behind you.
“Here we are,” you heard Shachi announce. “It’s um… this one here. If you want to take a look.”
They were awful at this.
You heard Law’s annoyed sigh and wondered how long it would be before he just left. “Is this meant to be some kind of joke?”
“Not at all! It’s just… uh…”
The door opened and he stepped inside. They scrambled in the hall, clearly fighting to get the lock closed. You both watched the handle shake for a second and you almost laughed out loud. Had they actually planned this?
Law glanced toward you. “Are you supposed to be the rat problem then?”
“Is that really the excuse they gave you?” you asked. “They couldn’t have found anything better?”
“I knew it was nonsense but I was curious. Do you think they’re aware that I could just use shambles regardless of the door?”
“I told them that but…”
“We’re still here. Why are we being locked in small rooms together?”
You shrugged and lowered your voice to a whisper. “I imagine they’re trying incite me to confess something.”
His eyes flicked toward your lips. The wall pressed lightly into your back as he braced an arm beside your head, closing off what little space you had left. Heat gathered where your bodies nearly met, the tension sharp and immediate.
“This might have been entertaining,” he breathed into your ear. “If it wasn’t for your very captive audience outside.”
Your heart stuttered hard. Lazily, you reached up to take off his hat, plopping it on your head instead.
“I’m taking suggestions on shaking them. They’ve been on my case the whole morning.”
“Have they now? So, this wasn’t your plan?”
“If I wanted something like this, I would have invited you here myself.”
Law leaned in, his lips brushing over yours in a teasing excuse for a kiss. You caught his coat before he could move back and tugged him closer for a proper one. His hand found your waist as he deepened it.
His leg slotted between your own and a quiet sound slipped from you before you could stop it. He moved away with a smug smirk.
“Seeing as it wasn’t your idea though, I trust you to handle it,” he said and the hand on your back moved.
Shambles moved you through space itself. Your footing vanished for half a second before slamming back into place, balance catching just as your body collided lightly against his. He steadied you before stepping away.
Half the crew were crowded around the door to the storage room, too busy arguing in whispers to notice.
He took his hat back and nodded at you, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Don’t damage that door,” he said as he walked past.
Everybody jumped and you sighed in disappointment as at least two people fell.
Breakfast brought a very temporary peace and you had a few moments to yourself – hoping to rid the arousal from your veins caused by a certain doctor – before Bepo sat down in front of you, his paws pressed together. He looked very serious and also like he was about to start crying which worried you somewhat.
“Can you fish?” he asked.
You sighed. Why had you even thought it might about something else…
“I’m not giving Law a fish if that’s where you’re going with this.”
“It doesn’t have to be about the fish. It’s more about proving you have the ability to provide,” he said and tapped on the table with his claws. “I really think it could work. He would be very flattered that you want to offer him something he might need.”
“Can you imagine his expression if I just showed up to his office with a dead fish?”
“I think he might be impressed.”
“And I think he might medicate me.”
Bepo sighed dramatically. “I think it might be worth a try. That and headbutts but his hat kind of gets in the way.”
“Humans also don’t headbutt each other randomly,” Ikkaku said as she sat down next to you. “That’s terrible advice either way. I think you should try and work out his type first and go from there.”
You gave her a look. “He barely tolerates people as it is. I don’t think he has a type.”
“I do but it generally doesn’t include gossiping about me.”
Ikkaku and Bepo both jumped and you sighed as he took his usual seat next to you. Maybe the ground could swallow you whole and you could fall into the sea. Drowning felt like it might be an easier death than whatever this was.
“She hurt herself, captain,” Ikkaku said. “You should take some time to look at her hand. Might need stitches.”
Law gave you a look. “Did you?”
The embarrassment was burning you up. Where had she come up with that now?
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if you’re injured?” he said.
“I actually just remembered that I have to do something,” you said, jumping to your feet. “I’ll catch up with you guys at lunch.”
You didn’t even make it to lunch without another situation descending upon you in the form of both Shachi and Penguin. They flanked you on either side, expressions far too excited for men that you were considering pushing overboard.
“Do you think the captain is the jealous type?” Shachi asked.
“I think he’s the type to swap your heads if you don’t stop this.”
Penguin ignored you. “But if he is – ”
“He’s not.”
“Then that would be the best way to get him to confess.”
“You’re not getting him to confess anything. You’re digging a grave for yourself and everybody else on the crew.”
“Maybe, but once he learns we’re trying to help, I think he’ll be happy,” Shachi said. “But first, we need a controlled test.”
“What test?”
“A jealousy test.”
You stopped walking and gave them both a look. “This plan feels like a good way to make absolutely nobody happy.”
“We just want to help you fulfil your love,” Penguin defended. “And the captain too. He won’t say anything about it but he really does like you. Bepo asked and he said it.”
For a second, that softened you a little. “He did?”
“Yeah,” Shachi said. “So this is the perfect way to get him to realise he needs to say something before you’re lost forever. Step one, we find somebody to flirt with you.”
Your good graces disappeared immediately. “No.”
“It’s light flirting. Nothing serious. Just enough for him to go, ‘damn, I should make my move before she’s gone for good’.”
“Not a chance.”
“Who’s the best flirt on the crew?” Penguin asked.
You crossed your arms. “Honestly, after today, I dread any one of you being allowed to have romantic interactions at all.”
“That’s harsh,” he huffed. “But it’s fine. We can practise first.”
“What?”
“I’ll pretend to be you,” Shachi said. “And we can roleplay the whole thing. We don’t even need good flirting because it’s fake, right?”
“Somehow, it not being good flirting feels worse.”
Penguin brightened. “What if we set up an accidental touch? Like you can fall and somebody catches you that isn’t the Captain? He always likes to help you when you’re struggling with things so this is perfect.”
“I… somehow think that’s going to end with somebody in pieces.”
“If he tells you that he’s interested in you, you won’t be heartsore anymore,” Shachi said. “And we’ve been wondering why you always go to your quarters so early in the evening and stare into space sometimes.”
They really did think they were helping. You steepled your fingers together and tried to focus on their good intentions rather than anything else.
“Nobody is flirting with me,” you said. “And I have other reasons for sneaking off all the time and staring.”
They also had to do with the captain but a few steps further into the relationship than your usual pining.
“Okay, what if we just mention somebody is interested when he’s in earshot.”
“Just no.”
Thankfully, they took the hint on the jealousy thing. Or, they were far too scared of the captain’s reaction to actually try it which was definitely helped by him shooting a very sharp glare toward anybody in your vicinity that afternoon.
But it was only a matter of time before they tried something new.
You arrived at the dining hall, late for dinner even, and found it to be eerily empty. There was no loud chatting or bad jokes. Just two plates sitting atop a table with a light pointed directly at them and one or two lopsided candles. You imagined this was supposed to be romantic but really, it looked more like the set of a horror novel.
You heard footsteps behind you and turned, allowing Law to see what had been laid out with the most unimpressed expression imaginable.
He raised an eyebrow. “Subtle. I thought I chose my crew for their intelligence.”
“I really hope it wasn’t for their sneaking skills,” you said, loud enough for the shuffling footsteps outside the door to hear.
The whispers fell quiet and you shook your head.
“I clearly have to find something for them to do if they have time enough to waste on this,” Law said but he approached the table regardless. “Is this meant to be a date?”
“I’m more wondering where we got candles from,” you said.
You followed him, shooting one sharp look toward the door where four heads immediately pulled back. This was starting to get a little overbearing.
“I think we had some for potential power loss. Not really an appropriate use of them though.”
You took your seat at his side, shoulders bumping and your back to the door. “You’re so lucky they’re not badgering you more. I haven’t known peace since last night.”
“What did you say?”
“They asked if I could date anybody, who would it be because they were looking at wanted posters and I said you.”
He chuckled. “Naturally.”
That smug smile would be the death of you with the things it did to your heart. You nudged him with your elbow. “Yes but they’ve now decided I’m doomed to unrequited love and only hours away from dropping dead from heartbreak.”
“It might not be as impossible as you’re imagining. It presents rather like a heart attack. Should I take your heart out for some closer monitoring.”
You shook your head. “I’d prefer you didn’t. Honestly, it would be far easier if I just told them.”
“So, why haven’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
Law gestured over his shoulder toward the watching crowd and they scrambled to hide. You heard a loud thump and a soft groan of pain.
“If they’re bothering you so much, tell them that we’re already together and they’ll drop it.”
You watched him carefully, eyes tracing the details of his unaffected face before you answered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with it and I haven’t gotten an opportunity to talk to you about it. Considering… you know.”
“Why would I care what they know?”
“Because you won’t even tell them your favourite colour.”
“I don’t have one.”
“See.”
He sighed. “The reason they don’t know that is because it doesn’t matter. There’s no situation where it’ll be of vital importance for them to know my favourite colour or else they’ll face immediate death.”
You laughed softly. “Always the optimist.”
His hand came up without warning, fingers firm against your jaw as he tilted your face toward his. “This though is far more important than a colour.” His thumb brushed gently over your skin, skimming your bottom lip. “Because they should understand the consequences if anything ever happens to you. Or if they continue to bother you about this nonsense.”
His eyes flicked toward the door once more and nobody moved; the whole crew frozen and staring inside as though invisible.
Your heart felt like it was pumping out honey and you leaned in to press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”
A flush of pink immediately rushed to his cheeks. He let go of you immediately but the damage had been done.
Everybody poured into the dining hall, voices bouncing across the deck. Questions hit you from every direction, loud and overlapping, impossible to follow. Law’s eye twitched at the sudden volume and you couldn’t help but laugh. You supposed, if nothing else, they would be focused on both of you now.
“Wait, you… since when?!” Shachi spluttered.
Penguin grabbed his best friend’s shoulders. “I told you there was chemistry already! You said there’s no way that the captain could have confessed!”
“I thought he’d need a push!”
“You locked us in a closet!” you snapped.
“And it worked!”
“It did not work because of the closet! We’ve been together for months!”
“Captain!” Bepo rushed forward. “How long have you been in love and not told us?!”
“I didn’t say anything about that,” Law said flatly.
You glanced at him with a teasing smile. “Oh?”
He glanced back, unimpressed. “Don’t start.”
Ikkaku leaned in, her eyes narrowed. “So who confessed first? We need to hear the whole story you’ve been hiding from us!”
Law stood up immediately. “I’m leaving.”
You grabbed his sleeve before he could escape, laughing. “Oh no, you don’t. You said this was important information for them to have.”
He gave you a long look before he sat back down.
“I regret this already,” he muttered.
“Too late,” you said.
The noise was actually quite nice when you were part of it and really, it didn’t seem like your captain minded that much either. If you looked close enough, you almost caught the faintest smile on his face.
The first commission I ever got of my OC, done by one of my best friends @peepaw-123.🥹 I am still as in love with it as I was when I first got it a year ago, and I’m still as obsessed as ever with this ship. Please do not repost this artwork unless you are the artist, but reblogs are generally chill with me!
Below the cut is a little mini fic blurb I wrote to go with this artwork!
Law feels soft hands skim over his warm flesh, palms smoothing over taut muscle as his companion allows herself to touch him freely. He is undeniably fond of her, and he’s known for a while now the reason his heart races when he looks at her, the reason his cheeks heat with something more than embarrassment when she stands too close to him. He loves her. He’s loved her perhaps since the moment he rescued her from that horrible auction house in Sabaody.
They’ve come a long way since then.
Law still remembers that frightened, wounded creature she had been, and he can still see that vulnerability when he looks at her now. It tugs on his heartstrings; the feeling isn’t pity, nor judgement. The ache in his chest is something close to empathy and a profound sense of understanding.
They're alone now, the noise and chaos of Punk Hazard drown out this far underground. He only agreed to bring her along if she promised to stay hidden, and he thanks whatever higher power exists every day that he went through with it. The only thing keeping him from losing himself in this madness is knowing he will see her—hold her—at the end of each day.
His heart no longer belongs to him, yet even as the hollow cavity of his chest reminds him of the trade he made with Ceasar Clown—his heart in exchange for Monet's, a safeguard to ensure they do not betray one another—he knows it doesn't belong even to its captor. The organ, beating and aching somewhere on this godforsaken island, belongs to Sariah alone. He longs to place her hand over the warmth of his chest, to let her feel the steady pulse of that heart that belongs to only her, but he can't. Not yet. He will need to show her in some other way how much he loves her.
“Come here,” Law’s voice is a low grumble as he tugs her closer, taking one of her delicate hands in his—hands that were tracing his tattoos just seconds before. “Look at me.”
She places her free hand against his bicep, palm flat so she can feel the warm, bronzed skin underneath, and she turns her lovely face upward to meet his gaze.
Sariah is the sun to him; hair of spun gold and honeycomb, eyes glowing with a warmth that soothes the aches that have haunted him all his life. She smiles at him and he knows Cora would have loved her.
He guides her hand to his mouth, rough lips grazing her knuckles. He kisses her skin and he marvels at how, after everything she's been through, after everything that has been done to her, these soft hands still have never known violence.
Sariah shivers, her smile fading into an expression of deep reverence. She looks almost surprised by his affection, by the gentle way he handles her like she's something to protect—like she's someone who deserves kindness.
“What's wrong, honey?” Law whispers against her knuckles, and the warmth of his breath does little to soothe her trembling. His piercing eyes take her in, lingering on the thin material of her nightgown. “Still cold? That flimsy thing is doing nothing to keep you warm, Sariah—”
Sariah’s name tumbling from his lips draws an involuntary gasp from her lungs. She’s never been good at hiding how deeply the sound of his voice moves her, and it’s something that amuses him greatly.
“You're what’s keeping me warm,” her own voice is so soft, so gentle, he almost doesn't hear it.
“Yeah? You wanna come closer?”
He places a hand on her hip, his grasp firm but not rough. He handles her with the care she deserves, and in the back of his mind burns a rage for everyone who dared touch her before him.
Sariah follows his pull; she moves at his command like a shadow, echoing every breath and sigh he makes. She trusts him implicitly, and for him she's become malleable.
Law knows he should lead her to bed, to get her warm and let her sleep, yet he makes no attempt to pull away. Instead, he pulls her closer. His hand on her waist moves up her side and around to the open back of her nightgown, calloused fingers tracing the mark that brands her skin, a pattern he's memorized by now. He feels her shiver once more as his fingertips skim over the delicate knots of her spine, goosebumps rising beneath his touch.
Her tired eyes slip shut and Law chuckles, the sound full of fondness and admiration. She warms his cold soul without even trying.
“From here I see rain, I hear thunder. Somewhere, there’s sun, and you don’t need a reason.”
Silly little moodboard for Crocodile x my oc, because I’m procrastinating on finishing their fic... As usual please don’t repost this anywhere idk if I have to say that or not.
