hi !!!
could i please request a law x f!reader who uses guns as a weapon? my headcanon for law is that guns are really big triggers for him bcuz of flevance, so i’d like a hurt/comfort angst fic of law avoiding reader because of that since every time she uses her gun, it takes him back to his past. he doesn’t tell her anything since he’s very closed emotionally but then he eventually breaks down in front of her after a while of keeping up that tough act.
thank you for reading !!! (´꒳`)♡
contains: f!reader, ptsd, angst/hurt/comfort/fluff, just law finally letting out all of his pain. author (me) has made up bullet powers for this story! has been proofread, mistakes may be present.
authors note: oh this is a super cool idea, thank you so much for trusting me with it!
Guns, your sense of security in a world catering to the protection of devil fruit powers. You had all types of bullets to go with your collection! A bullet resembling hemlock dipped in a special coating to give the enemy user a feel that they’re drowning, alongside the usual symptoms of the poisonous plant, smoke bullets, poison bullets, and to Law’s dismay, you were doing your research on white lead disease, which means that you were planning on bringing another idea he wouldn’t like to life.
When Law first saw you and your gun, he was hesitant to bring you onboard. But Law could not deny how talented you were, so he invited you to join his crew, and you accepeted. I’ll just avoid her, Law thought, but that became harder than he originally thought - you were like sunshine, with your soul weeping rain, and in your solitude, you’d clean the barrel of your gun, with Law silently wishing that it was your hands on him instead of that curse.
Guns took away his parents, guns took away Cora-san.
Now, it was taking you away from him because to Law, you seemed to spend more time with your guns, buying new ones for your collection, tucked away in your workshop, creating new bullets to ensure the safety of not just yourself, but the crew.
You never would’ve believed that you were the problem. Not until you notice Law distancing himself from you, not until you saw him actively avoid walking towards you when he walked out of his office.
“Oh, hey C—”
Slam.
He walked back inside, and shut the door.
You frown.
How rude.
Then the next day, thinking things were fine between the two of you, you surprise him by sitting beside him and before the words could leave you, he slammed his book shut and stormed away from you.
“Oi!” You snap. “Captain?!”
You didn’t want him to hate you. Anyone but him.
“Cap—”
Law slammed the door shut. Your hand was left hovering over the door, and when you felt the tears well up in your eyes, you walk off into your workshop and lock yourself away from everyone.
When there was a knock at the door, Bepo entered.
“Captain says to eat.”
“Tell him if he wants me to eat, he has to talk to me first.”
Bepo blinked. “Uh—” Peeped his head out. Law shook his head. “Captain said—”
“I need his voice, Bepo.”
Law dragged out a sigh. “Eat, Name-ya.”
“No thanks.”
Law let out a tsk. Entered your workspace. He stormed towards you with a plate full of food but stopped in his tracks at the sight of the book opened on white lead disease. His hands tremble, his heart beats frantically in his chest.
You look at what he was staring at. “Oh, I heard my guardian talk about this a couple years back - I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about this for the past couple of weeks. I want to be able to make a bullet that leaves an imprint on an enemy user that’s incredibly dangerous. For example, Blackbeard. If I shoot this at Blackbeard, the bullet can be removed, but the stain won’t go - he’ll be marked with a tracking device that allows us to know his location at all times, and if he tries to attack us again – boom. When he uses his devil fruit to attack someone we know, he erupts from the inside. And— Law?”
He blinks once. Breathing heavy. Then, he looks at you.
“You’re going to use white lead?” He asked, clearing his throat.
“Oh no, not at all. I’m only reading about white lead to know why it’s incurable. It’s kinda hard though, it’s pretty obvious when the government has gotten their scrubby paws on knowledge and history, so it’s harder to figure out the truth and why it came to be so easily accessible—” You pick up the book with a frown. You see him flinch from the corner of your eye. “Captain?”
The plate of food dropped to the ground and Law launched for the book.
“C—Captain?”
“It’s diseased. It’s diseased.” Law rasped. “You’re going to be sick. You’re going to die. You’re going to—”
“I—I checked, the book is good. It’s fine. Captain?” You put the book down and wrap one arm around him to keep him away from your desk. You didn’t want your hard work to be ruined.
But then, seeing the look on his face, and how his eyes welled up with tears, made you falter.
“Captain…” You whisper. “Don’t tell me.”
He wasn’t listening.
He managed to grab one of your guns, then another, and snap them in half. Your heart broke at every snap, but your heart also broke at the panic on his face.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I—
“Law,” You say, gently taking his hand, and when his eyes snap towards you, you smile. “Hey man, that collection was pretty expensive.”
Still, you tug him closer.
You stumble, Law wrapped his arms around you, and you both topple to the ground.
He was holding back tears.
“Let it all out.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.
He held back again. But when your lips found his forehead, he sobbed into your shoulder.
“My father was a doctor,” Law’s breathing was slightly better, but still he wouldn’t stop trembling. “The best in the country.”
“Yeah? What happened?” You caress the top of his head.
“He was gunned down alongside my mother - and you know what happened to Cora-san.” Law gripped your shirt tighter. “Guns took my parents away. Guns took Cora-san away. And white lead took my people away. It cursed my home. It took my sister from me.”
“You’re from Flevance?”
Law nods.
“Oh, Law…” You tighten your grip. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He didn’t answer.
“I don’t want white lead to take you from me either.”
“It won’t. I promise, there was nothing on the book, it’s from the library! But if you want me to return it, I’ll return it—”
He nods once.
“Okay. I’ll return it.” You were quiet. “But Law, I can’t promise to give up my guns.”
“I know.” He whispered.
Your eyes soften. “What I can promise is to use them for good. I won’t ever point them at our crew or innocents. It will always be aimed at the enemy. Someone who tries to hurt you, our crew, our alliances…”
Law gathered himself. “That’s all I ask of you.” And pulled away.
When he lowered his head, you place your fingers under his chin.
“Don’t shy away from me now, Captain.” You give him a smile.
He awkwardly smiled back.
Then, he noticed the sadness on your face when you saw your guns on the floor, in pieces.
“They’re fixable.” You shrug. “Still, I want an apology.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, with snacks.” You lightly swat his shoulder.
Law’s lip quirked. “Yes ma’am.”
bonus scene one.
Law felt awful as the days went by. He saw how determined you were to fix your guns, and once they were back in pristine condition, your smile should’ve been enough to wash away his guilt. It wasn’t. So, Law took it upon himself to buy you the guns you’ve been eyeing in the catalogue.
And when he presented them to you on one sunny afternoon, as you lounged about and read your books, he wasn’t expecting you to run and hug him.
“Captain!” You cry. “How did you know I wanted these? You’re the best Captain ever! I love you, I love you, I love—”
You were kissing him all over his face, deliberately missing his lips, and his entire face was red under the lipstick stains, and the tips of his ears were pink.
“Tsk. Enjoy.” He grumbled, about to walk away, but when he saw how happy you were, he wanted to stay behind and take in your joy a little longer.
bonus scene two.
Law could not sleep. Instead of dreaming about his family and Cora-san, he dreamt of you. Not of your guns or your bullets, but of child you with him, laughing and talking, holding hands, with you as your loving, jolly self, only to be held at gunpoint for having the disease. And when the shot rang through the air, Law shot up, and looked around the room.
He was on the submarine. He was safe.
But is Name safe?
Law ran his hands through his hair and panicked all over again, until he remembered your words on the deck, as the two of you observed the sunset whilst eating a meal together. Law was concerned about your eating habits, with you being so focused on bringing your ideas to life that you didn’t make any time for basic hygiene, that he’d force you to eat with him.
“If you ever need me, pretty Law, you know where to find me.”
His knuckles hover over the door, and when he finally gathered the courage to knock, you tell him to enter.
You were freshly showered and wide awake, a stack of books in your hands as you prepare to read the night away.
“Oh, Law!” You beam, then quickly correct yourself. “Oh sorry, Captain—”
“Stick with Law, Name-ya.” He shut the door behind him. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep so I found some old books to do some research on! But I was kinda stinky after sweating my ass off creating a new prototype so I took a shower and—”
Law took the books from your hands and placed them on the desk.
“That’s not healthy, staying up this late.” Law mumbled, his fingers caressing your jawline. “You should sleep.”
“I could say the same about you.” You smile, brushing the eye bags under his eyes. “Hey, why don’t we sleep together?”
“Huh?”
“I can’t sleep, you can’t sleep, why not cuddle and see if that works?”
You grin at him like the words you just said meant absolutely nothing.
Then, his jaw ticked.
Does she ask that of other people too?
Law wanted to be the only one to cuddle you.
“Thinking about me?”
The tips of his ears were pink.
You both stood there like idiots drunk in love, until Law was man enough to make the first move. Law took your hand and guides you out of your workshop, and into his bedroom. It was more breathable and spacious.
Law got in the bed first. Pats the empty spot beside him. You join him. At first, the space between you was respectable, but it wasn’t enough to lull you to sleep.
“Is your tattoo artist a woman?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Butterflies erupted in his stomach.
“Do you ask other men to cuddle you?”
“No. But I should.”
His turned to glare at you. “Why?”
“This isn’t cuddling. It’s avoiding.”
“Tsk. Come here then.”
“Am I the man or are you the man?”
Law chuckled, and when he shuffled closer, you stay where you are. Then, his warmth welcomed you, and you accept it.
You press your forehead to his chest. “Do my guns still pain you?”
“No.” He whispered.
“Good.” You look up. “Pretty Law.”
His face was red again.
You were getting sleepy.
So was Law.
“Can we do this often?” Law asked after a yawn.
“Of course.” You mumble. “Can I colour your tattoos instead of polishing my guns next time?”
His body relaxed, his hands caressing your hair, and when you sleep, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Of course.”
