If he gets into a relationship with you, that means he fell for you even before you got together. He’s not the type to jump around in relationships. He’s a busy guy
He’s the type to do the old fashioned courting when he wants you to be serious with him
He sees himself as a king so he’ll treat you as a royal that is equal to him
He really likes kissing you, even a chaste kiss makes him happy
If you don’t like the cigar taste, he might be conflicted. He’s not going to find it easy to quit but he’ll try
There’s going to be some compromise on both ends when you see him try so hard. He won’t smoke before he kisses you and you’ll have to deal with the faint taste of smoke
He likes when you caress his scars and brush your lips against them (makes it easier to bring you into a kiss)
When you’re relaxing together, he finds you adorable when you take a nap on his jacket
When he’s away, he’ll really miss you and he’ll actually be anxious. He is a criminal so you could easily be targeted by marines or other pirates
When he gets back, it’s usually late at night. When he finds you sleeping, he’ll crawl over you and wake you up by pressing long kisses to your neck and jaw (he’s impatient and wants your attention again)
When you say you love him, he’ll give a soft smile and bring you into a kiss. He knows that the love is mutual but it makes him soft when you say it verbally
A dom and won’t want to be sub. Even if you ask, he has too much of an urge to be the one taking you that he wouldn’t be able to stay a sub
Will spend a lot of time on foreplay because he likes seeing you begging for him when he finally does thrust into you
Sessions with him are long and passionate. He’s not the type to rush things with you and wants to take his time
He’ll actually have you climax a couple of times before he even does once
He likes kissing your skin but isn’t really into marking you up. He knows you’re his so he doesn’t feel the need to
He doesn’t have a particular favorite position. He just wants to look at your face and have your legs wrapped around him
He’s really warm so he’ll have you close after your session. After a while though, he’ll want to go for another round, if you’re up for it
One Piece World: After Time Skip (Alabasta small detail and Impel Down mention)
“She” ❤️ Wife of 5-ish years with Crocodile requested by anon
(He’s probably OOC but I couldn’t help myself making him MELT with his small wife)
His footprints echoed against the hallway walls, each step closer to the room where his Bananawanis were growling and splashing about. Once he stepped into the brightly lit room, one of the Bananawanis surfaced and slid up to him, a growl erupting from its throat as it brought its snout close to the sandman. Crocodile gave a soft pat to the snout before waving his hand and sending the animal back into the water, careful of the items in the crook of his arm. He didn’t have as many Bananawanis as he did in Alabasta but soon he will once he gets back to the top of the underworld again.
His goal to reach the top had prevented him from spending the holiday with his wife, (Y/N). To say he felt bad was an understatement. It would have been the second year that he missed spending the holiday with her, the first being when he was in Impel Down. He had never missed celebrating any of the years before that, something he prided himself in, but it seemed he had broken his pristine reputation. He still remembered the call to his wife as he stepped through to the master bedroom.
“I’m sorry, dear.” He didn’t have to say much for her to know why he was apologizing. The Den Den Mushi in his hand remained silent but the eyes on it furrowed and it frowned. He waited a second before continuing. “It will take me a couple days to get home but the meeting is over so no more pit stops after that.”
“Ah, I see.” She had finally answered, voice as quiet and monotone as always but the Den Den Mushi wasn’t reliable in hiding her disappointment. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his already slicked back hair.
“I apologize, sweetheart.” He said, staring at the snail.
“I understand. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Before he could apologize again, the Den Den Mushi let out a small ‘kachak’ and the snail was asleep.
He finally got to the door of the master bedroom and turned the knob, entering the room. Despite it being almost 3 in the morning and the only light in the room being from the moon outside, he could still see her form on the bed that was illuminated by the moonlight. Anyone would have thought that she was asleep but he didn’t pride himself in being her husband for nothing. He stepped toward her side of the bed, standing in front of the nightstand before turning the lamp on and lighting up the small corner of the room. When he looked at her, her eyes were already peering up at him curiously through her eyelashes.
“Crocodile, you’re here. I thought you would call me.” She murmured, pushing herself up to a sitting position and rubbing her tired eyes. She stared at him as he moved his focus to loosening the hook on his hand and placing it on the nightstand. The room was quiet and she waited for anything from the man but only got the soft rufflings of his coat falling off his shoulders and hitting the floor. She wanted to reach out to him and hold him to her, content that he was finally home, but she was still upset at missing another holiday with the man. When he returned from Impel Down, he promised that he would make her happy again, something she had trouble with when he was taken in by the marines.
She played with the blanket as he watched her kneel next to the bedside, (E/C) eyes meeting with dark ones. Before he said anything, he finally moved his arm so that he could take out the item that was squeezed in his arm and gently placed it on her lap. She looked down and a soft smile couldn’t help itself from coming up. She grabbed the bouquet and brought it up to her face, cheek pressed against the pink and red petals of the tulips and roses. She looked into his eyes again, hugging the bouquet to her chest.
“Do you remember when I first gave you tulips?” His lower voice grumbled, filling the room. She nodded, fingers petting the petals before smiling wider at him.
It had been over a year since he had decided to court her, flustering her and sending her cheeks into a new shade of red. It was flattering but also intimidating that a man like Crocodile had his attention on her. For him, the first couple of months was just to see if his infatuation was a fleeting one but the warmth in his chest said otherwise. That’s why he visited her every night, the same time every evening.
She stepped out into the cool night, tugging her jacket close to her form and slightly shivering before looking around. The sandman was nowhere in sight. Was he late? That wasn’t something that she associated with the man and, if he were going to be late, he would have let her know. She played with the bottom button of her coat, biting her lip as a more depressing thought entered her mind. Had he gotten bored of her? How could she keep up with a man like him? Maybe she kept her hopes to high that he would remain enamored with her. Before she could spiral any further into her thoughts, grains of sand fell in front of her face and manifested into the man of her thoughts. Her cheeks suddenly heated up and she grasped at her jacket a bit tighter, especially after noticing the bright red flowers that contrasted against the rest of his outfit.
He didn’t have to say much as she took the bouquet from his hands and let the pink tulips rest against the crook of her arm. She raised her hand to touch the petals but jumped slightly at the bigger hand that captured her fingers. Her eyes met his and her face was practically on fire when he pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand. There was no smirk, no raised eyebrow, no indication of his usual teasing expression. He was looking into her eyes, so much emotion swirling in them that she wasn’t sure if the man before her was actually Crocodile. Heart hammering in her ribcage, she pressed her palm against his before intertwining her fingers with his and looking away from his intense gaze.
“You were never good at saying ‘I love you.’” She hummed, looking at the bouquet as he chuckled softly.
“I won’t argue that.” He placed his hand on her leg as she touched the roses that were between the tulips.
“Why the roses?” She asked, timidly looking at him from under her lashes again. That was when he pushed himself a bit higher to meet face to face with her, breath brushing against her lips and flaring her face up.
“Because I still love you. My apologies for missing our holiday together.” Her eyes softened and she pressed her forehead to his, eyes closing as the bouquet rested on her lap.
“I’m just content that you came back to me.” She whispered, almost embarrassed at the truth of her words. He pressed a light kiss to her lips, relishing in the hum that came from her. He knew just how to get his wife melting from his actions, but it wasn’t just one sided. Her arms slid around his neck and pulled him close, lips moving against each other and fingers tangling in his hair. His hand grasped at the bouquet on her lap and moved it to the nightstand before pressing against the mattress to push himself upward. One knee pressed against the bed as he hovered over her.
She pulled away to catch her breath and turned her head away, her cheeks as red as the flowers that laid on the nightstand. Adorable, he thought to himself, ducking his head into her neck. His lips brushed and nipped at her neck as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He could feel her nuzzle against his hair right next to his ear.
“I missed you.” She murmured, making him smirk slightly against her neck. He could feel the heat emanating from her as she hid herself against his hair.
“Well, sweetheart, we’ll rest for tonight and I have a special plan for the morning.” Her fingers ran through his hair again as he pressed a small kiss to her throat. At her small nod, he pulled himself back a bit to push himself to the other side of her. As soon as he got comfortable, she immediately pressed herself to his side, resting her head on his chest. He couldn’t help but smirk as his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
His exhausted muscles screamed for some rest but he gazed at his wife, watching her eyelids flutter shut. He lightly scratched the back of her scalp and let himself finally doze off after feeling her breathing deepen and even out.
This gif thing is so fun! What about Doflamingo, Marco, Crocodile, Law, and Skanks overhearing that the person they've been in love with for a long time likes them a lot too
(This is so cute)
Donquixote Doflamingo:
Of course he knew. He’d even walk straight up to you and confess, already expecting the answer.
Marco the Phoenix:
Wow... He knows now and that gives him a lot more confidence. He won’t approach you right away but he makes sure to confess soon.
Red Hair Shanks:
He’s so happy and he’d probably burst out from where he heard you and immediately confess, clinging onto you and teasing you.
Sir Crocodile:
Well, this is an interesting development. He invites you to his room for a drink and doesn’t bring up how he heard you.
Trafalgar Law:
Oh. You really didn’t just say that. Oh, but you did... Huh. Well, this is gonna be great. He’ll probably stand behind you until you notice and confess after your flustered state.
Oh ma gosh ur open im so sorry for messaging you for an annoying amount of times may i have a scenario of katakuri,luffy,law and crocdile for the scenario with the s/os family dies on an island im sorry if this is to much or if i annoyed you you must be tired after reading what i sent you i'm sorry for wasting your time. Im also sorry for my bad english
(Y/N)- Your name(E/C)- Eye color(Y/D/N)- Your daughter’s name(Y/S/N)- Your son’s name(Y/1/T/N)- Your 1st twin’s name(Y/2/T/N)- Your 2nd twin’s name
Link to the original request here
(Angst warning, TW: death/gore/blood. A/N: I’m like super proud and emotional over this post actually)
Charlotte Katakuri: He still remembered the day he held his daughter. She barely fit the size of his forearm yet he couldn’t take his eyes away from the crimson eyes staring back at him. He knew that she probably couldn’t see him but he could see her and he never thought that he would understand why his mother wanted kids; here she laid though, his daughter, his everything now. The memories are what keeps him going. When his daughter was 3, he had to send her and his partner away. His partner wasn’t a pirate so he could see how they stiffened and held (Y/D/N) a bit tighter during tea parties and other events in which all of them would converge. They finally expressed their concern and, although he hated the idea, his crimson eyes landed on the small girl running across the room, long crimson hair flying behind her. He found them an island where they would stay and be safe the next day.
He set them up with someone to accompany them. He didn’t want to leave them unattended. It had been a year since he had seen the two of them and he wanted to see his little girl and his love. It was (Y/D/N)’s birthday and a lot of his siblings convinced him that they should throw a party to gain Mama’s favor, which he would use as an excuse to go get the two of you. He stood at the front of the ship, filled with underlings manning the ships. He could see the island in the distance and once he got closer to the ship, he closed his eyes. He wasn’t able to stop himself from using his haki to check a couple seconds into the future. His eyes snapped open when his vision saw a corpse. He didn’t care about the person that was dead but that was not a good sign. He got off the ship and ordered for the underlings to stay; it’s not like he needed them.
When he got to town, it was too quiet. He immediately hurried to the home he had set up for his partner and immediately saw a body. It was the guard he had given them. He kicked the body over to see any kind of injuries but found none, except for oddly colored skin and some foam in the corner of his mouth. Katakuri gritted his teeth and went up the steps.
“Daddy! It’s such a pretty house!” At his daughter’s exclamation, he nodded and smiled slightly behind the scarf. Of course it was. He made sure it would be perfect for the two of them.
He bent down to walk through the doorway just like that day and stepped down to the hallway where the door was wide open. The door to (Y/D/N)’s room.
At her small gasp, he put her down and let her twirl around the room, admiring how she giggled and explored her bed and closet. He took a step back into the hallway where his partner stood, watching him. He moved his scarf to reveal his mouth and gently gripped their shoulders. When they looked at him, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, making them smile slightly.
(Y/D/N) was nowhere in sight in the room but he could see her favorite outfits in the laundry basket and her toys scattered all over the floor. He bent down and picked up a small teddy bear; the one she was never seen without. The soft toy was slightly crushed in his hand as he stepped out into the same hallway where he said his goodbyes.
They couldn’t help it anymore and stepped forward to hug him. His arms came up around them too and the two of them held onto each other for a while until a light weight attached itself to his leg. He pulled back to look at his daughter and picked her up, hugging her close as she hugged his head.
“I’m gonna miss you, daddy…” She sniffled, making him rub her back.
“I’ll miss you too.” He looked at his partner and a small smile lifted his lips. “You too.” They smiled softly and nodded, leaning up to peck his lips
“We love you, Katakuri. Right, (Y/D/N)?”
“Yeah, daddy! I love you!”
He could still hear those last words as he stepped towards the master bedroom, his free hand landing on the door and pushing the slightly ajar surface open. An unfamiliar feeling immediately affected his eyes as he stepped forward. He fell to his knees next to the bed with his hands hovering over the bed, the bear in his hand landing on the sheets. His partner laid in bed with a coughing mask over their mouth and they were holding (Y/D/N) close to their side. (Y/D/N)… She looked so much paler and thinner. They both did. His hovering hands finally landed on his partner’s leg, head ducked down. A year ago, when he saw a couple people walking around with those masks, he should have known. Tears fell from his eyes and a sob ripped from his throat, a foreign sound that he hadn’t heard in years. He didn’t know how long he stayed there, just caressing their cold faces and hugging their lifeless forms; he just wanted them to hug him back but he knew that they wouldn’t.
He slid to the floor and sat there for who knows how long until his den den mushi rang inside his jacket. He pulled it out and silently clicked it on. The snail took shape of his brother, Perospero.
“What’s taking so long?! Should I tell Mama about the party or what?!” He exclaimed. Katakuri stared at the snail and right as the snail was about to open its mouth, he interrupted.
“There won’t be a party. They’re dead.” He stated, voice cracking yet cold. He clicked the snail off and put it away. He stood up and leaned over them again, hand gently stroking the cold cheeks of his loved ones. He could still hear their voices in his head. As he picked both of them up and held them close, he could hear the faint call of his name and ‘daddy’ but it was all in his head now.
A coldness washed over him as he got to the ship and heard the gasps of underlings. The cause of death was what he had suspected. He could kill any pirate that dared to touch his family, maybe even torture them for however long he felt it was appropriate to. But, this, this was a sickness. Not a physical thing. He couldn’t kill this illness but it killed his family. He mourned silently for his family and he knew that he would mourn forever, there was no other person that understood him like his partner did and no child would match up to (Y/D/N).
Monkey D. Luffy: He was so psyched to get back to (Y/N)! His body still ached from the battle before but even his muscles knew that they were getting to see (Y/N) again so they numbed down for the rubber man. He had bothered Nami all day on how long they would get there and he finally had to settle down when she hit him on the head. He continued to pout and sit on the railing, keeping an eye out for the island that he left (Y/N).
Luffy could only protect them so much on the open sea but since they were his lover and his child, they would be in danger; he had to say “see ya later” to them on the advice of his crew. It was a tearful goodbye and even he could hear the sobs and tears of his little buddy. (Y/S/N) was an exact duplicate of the rubber man and, despite only being a couple of months old, he loved the rubber man with all his little heart. A year had passed and Luffy wanted to hold his little buddy again! He also missed (Y/N) a lot! The way of contacting became hectic the last month or so and he wasn’t able to talk with them. This would be a great surprise, he thought to himself.
As they got into the magnetic field of the island, he suddenly felt himself tense up and a cold feeling filled his veins. He stood up just as Zoro opened his eye, probably feeling the same energy. The coldness in his veins made his hands shake but he gripped his upper arm and pulled back, his forearm stretching as he swung it forward and reached for the closest tree branch. He didn’t acknowledge his crew’s confused calling of his name as he shot himself forward to the island. When his feet hit the sand, he started sprinting, his hat swinging behind him from the string. His eyes barely processing the burned Big Mom’s flag on the sand.
His lungs, that were once as cold as his veins, were now on fire as he sprinted past the forest that surrounded the town that he left (Y/N) and (Y/S/N). He could remember how (Y/S/N) even sneezed when a butterfly landed on him and he could hear their laugh echo in his ears. When their laugh faded, he felt like cold water landed on him when the forest didn’t even have a simple sound of an animal. Just… The breeze. His feet skidded to a stop in front of the entrance and his pupils even shook from seeing the destruction. Everything was mostly torn down, buildings that were once filled with nice townspeople empty and burned to the ground, bodies laying all over the place with most of them having bullet wounds in the back of their heads.
He almost said the word “dad,” Luffy couldn’t help but think as he sprinted through the town, stopping to shake someone and yell to ask what happened. His hands started to tremble as he called for (Y/N), looking everywhere. His son’s voice stuck in his head, despite it only have been garbles of sounds.
“Da!”
“Ha! See (Y/N)! He’s going to say ‘dad’!” He grinned as they pouted at him.
“We’ll see. He’s only two months old. Babies make noises.” Luffy stuck his tongue at them.
“Don’t be jealous!” He laughed and his son squealed. “He’s on my side!”
Luffy gasped for air as he got to the edge of town, his eyes wide and shaking at the line of people lying on the ground. He almost choked on (Y/N)’s name as he ran down to the front of the town hall where he saw two bodies lying there. He crumbled to his knees, hands shaking as he scooped up (Y/S/N) into his arms and tears rolled down his cheeks. He clutched the small boy to his chest, bigger than when he left but still so small, and his body leaned against the building of the town hall, looking down at his love as well. His partner was covered in bruises that still tinted their body and they were pale. The bullet wound in their head matched the others in town. His son, oh his son, the small boy before him had scratches on his arms and face but he also had the same wound in the back of his head. The blood that coated Luffy’s hands only made it real that this had just happened. Oh god, it had just happened…
The crew had just gotten out of the forest as the loudest and most heartbreaking yell filled the air, making the leaves of the trees shake. The yell was Luffy’s. As if a switch was flipped, they all sprinted toward where they could hear their captain’s sobs and yells. Chopper and Zoro being in the front of the crew and they could all hear thumping among the sobs when they got closer. When they got there, the scene itself made them sick to the stomach yet their captain made their hearts ache and tears spring in many of their eyes. Zoro stepped toward his captain, the first one to actually snap out of the shock.
Luffy’s eyes had rolled back into his head, his arms tight around (Y/S/N)’s lifeless form, and he was banging his head against the wall he was leaning on, causing his own blood to smear on the wall. The yells and his tears never ceased, even as Zoro stepped forward and placed his hand between the wall and Luffy’s head, successfully stopping it from thumping even more against the wall and causing more injury. Chopper had carefully taken the small boy from him, his arms falling to his sides without (Y/S/N) there. Zoro hoisted his captain up and over his shoulder after attempts of getting him up. The rubber man choked on his own sobs, the names of his lover and son on his tongue when he gasped for air.
Suddenly, the sobs stopped and Chopper noticed that the man had passed out. He sniffled as he looked at (Y/S/N) in his arms before looking at (Y/N), their body laying there, eyes half lidded. Chopper placed the child carefully next to their parent and carefully closed their eyes with his hoof. Chopper took his hat off and placed it over his chest, eyes closed and ducking his head with tears falling and sobs leaving his own mouth. The rest of the crew stayed in silence, mourning the loss of two of their own. In a simple movement, all of them were huddled together, except for Zoro who stayed to the side, holding his captain’s unconscious body. In hushed mumbles, they agreed to wait for Luffy to get up and prepare a proper funeral for the two. Sanji and a couple others went off to start the graves of the other town members as well.
When Luffy woke up, he broke down again but his crew was there this time. His crew would mourn with him, comfort him, and do whatever they could. When Ace had died, they could only imagine the pain he went through but now… they didn’t have to. It hurt them to see him like that but they knew that he was feeling much worse than they’d ever know.
Sir Crocodile: First thing to get out of the way, he’s never seen himself as a husband. Second, the thought of children had never even appeared in his mind. Third, he had a number of enemies that would hurt his family if he ever had one. So, this was his life. He was a husband, a father, and a pirate. The day he met his partner was one he would never forget and knew that he couldn’t let them go; which led to marriage. He had two kids. A 4 year old boy and a 2 month old girl. It could have been the perfect family unit if he weren’t arrested. When activities in Alabasta didn’t go as he planned, he needed a back-up for his family. He would send them off to an island with subordinates to keep them safe and away from Navy eyes.
He got down on one knee in front of his son who had small tears in his eyes as his partner held their daughter in their arms behind the young boy.
“Why can’t we stay, daddy?”
“I’ve got work to do here, (Y/S/N).”
“T-Then I can stay with you! I can help you, daddy!” Crocodile stared at his son, messy black hair and (E/C) eyes staring back at him with a pout.
“You can’t help me here but you can help me there.” At the twinkling in his son’s eyes, he knew that he was getting kind of used to this whole dad thing.
“How can I do that?!” Crocodile gestured to his partner and the baby girl sleeping in the crook of their arm.
“You’ve got to protect your sister, right?” The little boy nodded furiously and stood tall.
“Y-You can count on me, daddy! I’ll take good care of (Y/D/N)!” Crocodile grunted but raised his hand to ruffle his hair.
“I know I can count on you.”
Using his devil fruit, he flew on a sand cloud towards the island, his hook smoking and his heart clenching painfully. He got a report once he escaped Impel Down, months after not seeing his family. This report had an ambush on the town where his beloved family stayed. He landed in the middle of the town, buildings still burning and people running around trying to put out the licking flames. He watched as people ran around, mayhem had hit the town. Fists clenching tightly and teeth gritting against each other, he sprinted. He sprinted so fast that his jacket had flown off, yet he didn’t care.
Crocodile held his daughter as he looked at his partner.
“Our second kid, huh?” His partner rolled their eyes and gently fixed the small tuft of black hair on her head.
“You love her. Don’t pretend like it’s a hassle.” Crocodile grunted and gave his partner (Y/D/N) back, careful to not hurt her with his hook.
“She’s my kid so she’ll obviously be great.”
He slammed the front door opened and looked around for his family. He saw a blood trail leading from the front door to the back room and he felt like the air was sucked out of him. He charged to the room but fell against the doorway of the room as he saw his partner’s bloody and bruised body slumped across their closet. He went over and dropped to his knees, lifting them by the shoulders and shaking them, blood still pouring from the corner of their mouth. His hands shook slightly but he laid them back down carefully on the ground. Where were his kids? He forced himself up to his feet and rushed back down the hallway, following the light blood trail that headed to the nursery he had his subordinates build. He shoved the door open and stumbled slightly at the sight before him.
(Y/S/N) stood on the tips of his toes by the bassinet in the nursery, trying to catch a glimpse of his newborn little sister. Crocodile noticed and put his hands on the small boy to pick him up and help him look over. The younger boy smiled and reached out to gently touch the baby girl’s cheek. The 4 year old looked back at his father and grinned.
“That’s my little sister!” A small smile lifted the usually stoic man and nodded.
“Yeah. That’s her. You have to watch over her when you’re away, right?” The young boy nodded and saluted his dad.
“I’ll protect (Y/D/N) while we’re away, daddy! I’m a big boy!”
He remembered that day very well, his son’s voice going over in his head and the small garbles of his daughter. He could feel how his throat tightened up and he stepped towards the bassinet. His son laid face down in front of the bassinet, bruises all over his arms and a small pool of blood under him from what Crocodile could see. He stepped over and picked up the young boy, cradling in his arms like when he was a newborn. He could now properly see that his boy was covered in defense marks and his skin was much darker from the bruises. He was still just a baby. He held the boy close to his chest in his human arm and looked over the bassinet. His baby girl was dead in the bassinet, her own bruises covering her body. He ducked his head and held the boy tight in his arm, landing on his knees and resting his head against the side of the bassinet.
“Daddy!”
“Welcome home, Crocodile.”
He had secured everything but this still happened. The ringing in his ears had finally dulled down and he could hear the panic and yells from town. He looked down at his son and pushed himself up. He carried the young boy to his own bed and laid him down. Even if he was dead, the logical side of Crocodile was thrown out the window and all he felt like he could do was at least have his son comfortable. He even tucked him in.
As he stepped out of the house, sand started to swirl around him and his hook, his human hand clenched and he sent his sand out on the hunt. He had a new goal now, he thought to himself as he walked back to his base where his subordinates would be. He would find who did this to his family and he would watch the life slip out of their eyes just as they had done to his family.
At the orders of the eerily calm man, the men that worked under him scrambled to find the culprits of this horrendous crime. Even they were affected by this loss, their boss’ partner was caring and they had often helped to care for the newborn and play with (Y/S/N). A couple of them were sent out to retrieve the bodies and prepare a service for them; many of them had tears in their eyes when they brought them back. All of them wanted to avenge the family but no one wanted more revenge than Crocodile.
Trafalgar Law: He finally found someone that cared for him and actually made him believe that he could have a future with them beyond avenging Corazon. Then his children came into his life and he knew that this is what he wanted. It had been two years since he saw them, hiding them away since the war. He didn’t want anyone in the world to know about them because then they’d be in danger, especially with the man he was after.
“Daddy!”
His three year olds ran over to him, squealing happily as he crouched down and held his arms open. Once the identical twin boys reached his arms, Law brought them close to his chest, making them squeal again. He rested his head against (Y/1/T/N)’s head while (Y/2/T/N) played with his goatee. Both looked exactly like him but had his partner’s personality, which he had hoped for. It had been hard after the Marineford war but that made the danger much more prominent. He didn’t want this conversation with his boys but he had to. He already talked to his partner and he thought that was hard, but looking at the twinkling eyes of his boys… He had no idea it would be this difficult. He pulled them back and rested his arms against his knees as his two boys smiled at him.
“Boys, I’ve got some bad news.” They gasped in unison and each took a hand of his in theirs, making a smile quirk his lips. Their unison was one of his favorite traits of theirs.
“What, daddy?!” There it is again. He sighed as he watched his two boys. He was young when he met his partner and he was a young father too. With his partner though, his two boys grew up well and, just the thought of missing milestones with his boys, brought a sick feeling to his stomach.
He told them and they cried. They cried and cried, even after Law hugged them close and tried to comfort them. It broke his heart when they clung onto his partner and went to ignore him.
The submarine emerged from the ocean to the island and, as they were about to head off, the island shook violently and Law’s ears were filled with screams. His grip tightened on his sword and he found himself sprinting down the path. The screams only got louder in his ears as the only thought in his head was the hope that his family wasn’t apart of the screaming.
He remembered landing on the island and his partner going on ahead with Bepo and the rest of the crew to put their belongings in the house. He carefully helped his twins down, even when they were still pouting and upset with him. They held each others’ hands as they followed their other parent, making Law sigh and follow. Before they entered the house, he called their names. Even though they were upset, they didn’t have the heart to disobey their father so they both turned around and walked over to his sitting position. They both looked at the ground and Law turned his head to meet their eyes.
“Mind telling me why you’re so mad at me? (Y/1/T/N)? (Y/2/T/N)?” Both pouted but one of them tilted his head up with tears in his eyes.
“I’m mad because you’re leaving us!” The other twin nodded before sniffling.
“Do you not love us anymore, daddy?!” Law sighed as he looked at the two of their teary faces.
“Of course I love the two of you. I love (Y/N) too. I’m not leaving you three here because I want to-”
“Then why?!” They both exclaimed. A moment of silence filled them and he decided to shrug off his hoodie and show them his tattoos. He pointed to the one on his chest.
“This is for Corazon. But these-” He pointed to the heart tattoos he had on each shoulder. “-these two right here are for the two of you.”
Law sprinted through town as the townspeople ran past him in the opposite direction. His veins went cold as he spotted a familiar jolly roger and the iciness in his veins turned into pure hatred. If his family was hurt- He couldn’t even fathom what he would do. When he got to town square, he searched frantically through the people, injured, dead, and alive. His vision was blurred at how frantically he searched. Through all the mayhem and screaming, he heard one sole voice scream. The voice he would recognize miles away.
“Daddy!” He turned his head and, from the shadows, (Y/2/T/N) crawled out, a line of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and tears flowing down his cheeks. Law ran over and dropped his sword as he kneeled down next to his son and carefully lifted him. He had cuts covering his arms and his stomach had a wound that was bubbling with blood. (Y/2/T/N) let out a sob and coughed out blood. Law covered his child’s stomach with his hand to stop the bleeding but he knew he had to do something to save his son.
“Daddy’s here! Daddy’s gotcha! Where’s your brother?! Where’s-?!” He asked the child. If they were around, he could take them all to the ship and help them. If one twin looked like this, his gut twisted uncomfortably at the thought of what the other and his partner looked like. He was interrupted with a choked sound and a sob.
“D-Dea-” His own sentence was cut off by his gasp and Law could see that his pupils trembled. Law grit his teeth and heard Bepo and Penguin running close. He turned his head to look at them.
“Find them!” He held his hand out and made a room around them to transport back to the submarine’s infirmary.
His sons gently traced the hearts on his shoulders and he could see their mesmerized faced. He smirked a bit when they suddenly touched their own arms and looked in awe.
“I want one!”
“Me too! Me too!” Law shook his head, his smirk widening.
“(Y/N) would kill me. But I know that you don’t want me to leave. I don’t want to leave but I have to keep the three of you safe. You understand, right? You’re smart boys.” Both boys nodded slightly, making Law smile genuinely at them. He raised his hands to their heads and ruffled the boys’ hair. “Good boys.” He opened his arms and both of them tumbled forward and hugged him, ending up on his lap. “I love you, (Y/1/T/N). I love you, (Y/2/T/N).”
“I love you, daddy!” They both chirped, making Law chuckle.
Law cursed as he went to work on his son’s stomach wound, hands coating in blood. His son was just grasping for his life and he had closed his eyes. Law felt the sting in his eyes as he shook his son while his other hand tried to sew up the wound.
“(Y/2/T/N)! Stay awake for me, buddy! You’re gonna make it! You’re gonna make it!” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince his boy or himself. He let out a shaky breath as his hands never stopped working. If he was actually left without his love and his twins…. He wouldn’t be able to handle even the thought. He was a realistic man but there was hope in him that Penguin would find (Y/N) and Bepo would show up with (Y/1/T/N) on his shoulders. The logical side of him quickly squashed those hopes with one thing. The boy on the operating table in front of him was no liar.
