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hello, hello! long time no see.
this is an informative post to let you know that I'm moving to another blog.
sadly, I have grown unhappy and stuck with this blog, hence the decision to abandon it and move on to a new one. I've seen a few requests I received, and I will try my best to write them, but they would be posted in the new blog if I do.
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Doctor Trafalgar, Love Expert?
Law gives terrible love advice to Penguin while clearly ignoring his own painfully obvious crush on you.
Law X gn! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, friends-to-lovers typeshi(?) law being timid a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe word count: 1.1k
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If there was one thing Trafalgar Law wasn’t qualified to do, it was give romantic advice.
Sure, he was a brilliant surgeon, a pirate captain, and had a smirk that could make a nun sin, but when it came to feelings—specifically his own—he was a flaming shipwreck in a storm of emotional denial.
And yet, here he was, arms crossed, giving unsolicited love advice to Penguin like he was the therapist from a soap opera.
“Just tell her she’s inefficient,” Law said with a straight face. “It’s a compliment.”
Bepo blinked up at him. “...Captain, I don’t think calling Penguin’s crush inefficient is going to help his chances.”
“You asked for honesty,” Law muttered, flipping through his medical journal like it was more interesting than this disaster in progress. “Efficiency is attractive.”
“To you, maybe!”
You, meanwhile, were watching this entire trainwreck from the galley door with a cup of tea and the kind of secondhand embarrassment that deserved its own trauma counseling.
“Law,” you called. “Did you just say ‘inefficient’ as a flirting tactic?”
He didn’t even look up. “It’s a practical compliment.”
You snorted. “What’s next? ‘Your presence improves my survival odds by 6.4%’?”
“…Depending on the environment, that’s a generous estimate.”
You and Bepo shared a look. A look that screamed, Why is this our captain?
The whole thing had started that morning when Penguin had walked into the common area in a flurry of nerves and confessed, “I think I like someone.”
Law, who’d been reading while pretending not to be listening to music in one earbud (yes, he still used wired ones, don’t ask), barely lifted his gaze. “Then tell them.”
Penguin shuffled. “It’s not that easy.”
“It’s the truth.”
“And what if they don’t like me back?”
Law gave the emotional equivalent of a shrug. “Then adapt. Rejection is survivable.”
Penguin groaned from the couch. “Cap, you can’t treat love like it’s battle tactics.”
“It’s a high-risk operation involving fragile variables and potential bloodshed. Sounds pretty accurate.”
Shachi nodded. “Okay, that’s fair, but also incredibly bleak.”
And that’s when Law was voluntold by everyone that if he was going to act like he knew how love worked, he had to give actual advice.
Hence: Doctor Trafalgar, Love Expert?
“Okay,” you said, taking the empty seat beside him and plucking the journal from his hands. “If you’re so good at giving advice, help me out.”
Law narrowed his eyes. “With what?”
“I think someone likes me,” you said casually, leaning back like you weren’t about to stir up the most delicious chaos. “But I can’t tell if they’re just awkward or trying to be subtle.”
His jaw tightened. “Who is it?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I need your expert opinion.”
Law closed the journal and set it down very deliberately.
Everyone in the room went very still. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi exchanged silent screams with their eyebrows.
“Well,” Law said coolly. “What are the signs?”
“Hmm,” you hummed. “They hover a lot. Make excuses to talk to me. Kind of avoid eye contact but also stare when they think I’m not looking.”
His eye twitched. “Stare?”
“Yeah. And once, they brought me extra rice even though I didn’t ask.”
Silence.
Law stood up. “That’s suspicious.”
“Oh?”
“Sounds like they’re trying too hard.”
“Ohhh?” you said, biting back a smile.
“They’re probably nervous. Emotionally constipated. Bad at expressing feelings.” He said all this like he wasn’t describing himself to an absurdly accurate degree. “Possibly repressed.”
“Should I confront them?”
“No,” he said quickly, a little too quickly. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“It might scare them away.”
“But if they like me…”
“Then wait for them to say something first.”
Bepo coughed. “So… basically just let them suffer in silence?”
“It builds character,” Law said.
You covered your mouth to hide your grin. “You’re such a romantic.”
Law’s ears turned pink. “Shut up.”
Later that day, Shachi cornered you near the engine room with a look of deep judgment.
“You’re torturing him.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
He pointed a wrench at you. “You know he likes you.”
“Do I?”
“You’ve been fake-flirting with a ghost for the last week just to get him to react!”
You smirked. “It’s good cardio.”
Shachi groaned. “He’s gonna combust. I saw him look up love confession rituals on his snail phone last night.”
Your eyes widened. “No.”
“Yes! And he accidentally joined a forum for single dads in North Blue.”
You wheezed. “He’s going through it.”
“So help him out!”
“…Fine.”
The opportunity came the next morning when you walked into the kitchen and found Law staring at a mug of coffee like it had personally betrayed him.
He didn’t look up when you entered, just mumbled, “Morning.”
“Morning,” you said, walking over. “Sleep okay?”
He made a grunt of vague disapproval.
You sat beside him. “Thinking about your crush?”
He choked on his coffee.
“I mean,” you said, oh-so-innocently. “That mystery person you gave advice about.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re very nosy.”
“You’re very obvious.”
He gave you a look. “I don’t have a crush.”
You tilted your head. “Are you sure? Because everyone on this ship seems to think you do.”
“Everyone on this ship is bored.”
“Bored enough to notice how you go quiet when I talk, how you walk into rooms I’m in and pretend it’s for unrelated reasons, or how you stare at my lips when I eat dessert?”
He went dead silent.
You leaned closer. “So. Doctor Trafalgar. Any prescriptions for yourself?”
“…Shut up,” he muttered, face flushed.
You blinked. “Wait. That was a confession.”
He got up.
You grabbed his wrist.
He froze.
“Hey,” you said, suddenly softer. “I like you too, dumbass.”
He blinked.
You reached into your pocket and pulled out a little red candy. “I was going to make you say it first, but you looked like you were about to diagnose yourself with heartbreak.”
He blinked again.
“…You like me?”
“God, yes. Even when you’re being a brick wall with nice tattoos.”
“…I have more than just tattoos,” he muttered.
You grinned. “Yeah, you’ve also got a charming inability to express affection. It’s cute.”
He shook his head. “You’re insufferable.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You’re still holding my hand.”
Pause.
He looked down.
He was.
“…Tch.”
You laughed and tugged him back down. “Stay.”
“…Fine.”
Later, Penguin came in to find the two of you sitting shoulder to shoulder, quietly sharing a plate of snacks.
“Captain?” Penguin said, tilting his head. “Did you take your own advice?”
Law didn’t look up. “No.”
You grinned. “He took mine.”
i have a strong feeling that law--who, by virtue of living with bepo for so long is pretty familiar with minkship--has gotten tipsy and instinctively garchu'd you at least once... he'd be all blushy and sweet, soft and warm from the booze thrumming through his veins, the scruff of his beard rough in just the right way as he presses into your cheek, eyes closed in contentment by your closeness....yeah
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2. That would be the funniest possible time that Cora reveals himself to be alive
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law x very strong but clumsy reader? like shes clumsy and on top of that jumps into action because shes strong and thinks she can handle everything but still gets hurt sometimes? fluff if u can❣️
Law x reader. Fluff.
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Law thinks, no—knows you’ll be the death of him.
Every time you run into battle without a plan, or rush into a fight with not one, not two, but three enemies, it pushes him one step closer to death. He’s sure of it. Don’t even get him started on your attempts to cook for the crew, which often end up with you somehow nicking your finger with a butcher's knife.
Even now, as he lectures you about safety and paying attention to your surroundings, he can tell you’ll end up in the infirmary again for him to patch up the wounds. There’s a fight on the beach, and your eyes flick between it and him. All but vibrating in your place, you nod along to his words. Itching for a fight, not listening.
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It's 2am when you drag yourself out of the sleeping quarters and Law is already in the kitchen. A small ache of discomfort forms in your chest, the two of you watching one another warily.
Your mouth opens, lips dry and stiff, but not one sound comes. Not a single word. With a grimace, your mouth closes again. It isn't until Law raises it that you notice the coffee pot nestled in his hands, "want a cup?" In spite of the question, his voice is strained and his brown eyes seem black.
It's bait, hesitant as it may be, it's bait.
Knowing this fact, it's difficult to make yourself ignore it and turn around promptly. Maybe it's how his eyebags seem more prominent in the Polar Tang's lighting and how his hair is messy at all sides. Law's isn't one who tosses and turns in his sleep. No, he sleeps much like a log once he's surrendered himself to sleep. A quick breath escapes you before you step forward, gently nudging Law away from the cupboards.
"2am isn't the right time for making coffee," you murmur, reaching for your collection of chamomile tea. "Doctors are the worst patients; you never listen to your own advice."
There's a pout in his voice when he replies, "I'm not sick, so there's no advice I'm breaking right now."
Your response is a subdued snort of disbelief. "Regardless, you won't get to sleep with coffee. We don't even have decaf." Another bold-faced lie that Law doesn't have the desire to press. The crew never buys anything decaffeinated coffee beans; it'd be a nightmare if Bepo and Shachi got their hands on anything but. "So put that thing down. Let the real kitchen master do their thing here."
With your orders, it's as if you're roles have switched and you're the captain of the Heart Pirates. Law steers clear of your way, far enough you won't bump into one another, but close enough. You don't feel the desire to snip at him because of it, not even as you awkwardly wait by the stovetop watching the kettle.
Close enough to feel one another's presence, but not so close you're pressing against one another either. Like there's an invisible line preventing the two of you from fully indulging in one another's touch. It's an uncomfortable feeling that not even a warming pot water can fix.
You're a couple that seldom has arguments. Regardless of how many battles you conquer, however, you'll never get used to this energy. You'll never get used to the feeling of not knowing how to function properly in this odd period after a fight's taken place. You wish your mind would stop going over the 'I could have done this differently's. You didn't do those things differently and no amount of reflection will take you back to that moment in time before things escalated.
A sigh escapes your mouth. There's no time like the present, at least. "Law-"
"I'm sorry," the dark-haired man says before you're able to truly start. You look to your left, eyebrows knit and lips pursed. "You were trying to help. I was being stubborn."
"I shouldn't have called you bullheaded and insensitive," you reply, your voice feeling too loud for the quiet of the kitchen. Even if Law can be stubborn, you know better than anyone Law is sensitive. There's too much care of his in that tall body of his than he knows what to do with. "I just worry sometimes that… you might go overboard. Like when you were dealing with Joker."
Separating himself from the crew to deal with the Warlord on his own was gut-wrenching on its own. Now with Wano on the horizon and an Emperor of the Sea along with it, your anxieties only feel heighten. "I just want you to rely on us more. We all do. No more trying to make yourself the only casualty; just trust that we'll be able to rise to the challenge once it's here. Please."
You're not sure what thoughts are swimming in the doctor's mind, watching carefully how his face contorts with your every word. Law cares. Too much at times. "I'm not asking you to change overnight," you start again, brushing the back of your hand against his. "But some baby steps would be nice, don't you think?"
His smile is tired but it can't hide itself, "baby steps are doable."
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You never imagined that one day you'd feel relieved at the sight of another pirate crew. With five of the Straw Hats docking on Zou alongside a small creature, however, you find yourself experiencing the reaction. Not only do the minks of the millennium city have the help they need, you are finally ー finally ー privy to information to Law's whereabouts.
"He's in Dressrosa with Luffy," their ginger navigator relayed when you encountered one another. "And when Luffy says he'll win, he'll win. They'll be here before you know it," brown eyes and a kind smile added with a knowing expression. How worried did you seem if even to a practical stranger it is obvious your feelings for Law runs much deeper than that of captain and subordinate. You likely looked more like a lovesick puppy than his partner.
Watching the sun set through the green eaves of the jungle, you sigh in light embarrassment. Nami's observation are the least of your problems when there are more pressing matters to focus on. If the Straw Hats are here, Law won't be gone for much longer. A realization that eases most of the tension in your body, although, not entirely.
Law's work in Punk Hazard has ended and-
Your fingers shift and the parchment between your fingers crinkle slightly at the motion. Hurriedly, you make to smooth it. Another relieved sigh escapes you after seeing no permanent damage was done.
I'll be back. Law
You can't help laughing; it's certainly no pages-long ballad waxing poetic about how much he'll miss you in your time apart. How he'll be counting the days until he can see you once more. Four simple words, that's all he left you with before The Hearts were forced to leave their captain behind in the inhospitable climate of Punk Hazard. How Law of him. I'm definitely not dating him for his poetic prose.
Thumb caressing the dried ink, you can't help smiling fondly.
Four simple words, that's all he left you with.
As far as 'Law Speak' goes, it's as deep and emotional a letter as one could receive. Tenderly you press your lips against the note as you have since the first night you slept in your bed in the captain's quarters alone. He promised he would return. Preferably in one piece, but missing parts will be acceptable. Just as long as he comes back alive; just as long as he comes back breathing.
Come home soon, Law.
you are love itself (君は愛そのものだ)
synopsis. his skin is dotted in stardust.
pairing. portgas d. ace x f!reader
word count. 1.3k | masterlist
content warning. reader is coded black (written ambiguously. anyone can read), established relationship, childhood friends, love as worship, love as a choice, reader has established devil fruit powers
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a repost from another account and a sort of filler post for anybody who wants something not event-related. i love this fic so much i wanted it to be on this blog too. may you get a kick out of reading it if you haven't before!
Everything is made of stardust; the stars that made Ace are simply visible to the eye.
They couldn’t be contained in the depths of his body like the rest of the world’s inhabitants. It’s scattered all across his skin in a beautiful display, matching the skies they fell from. Isn’t that something? You brush a hand against warm skin in awe. It’s all right there. The stars themselves rest upon his skin, how beautiful is that? How could anyone want someone like that dead?
When you were children, Ace told you he would bring you the moon.
What do you need the moon for when you’ve been touching the stars since you were 10?
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