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Part 3 is up in Wattpad!

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So my boyfriend got really sick and had to spend a few nights in the hospital so next chapters and any sips I have will be delayed a bit

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Under the Sea

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader

Part 2, Meet the gang

You've never been particularly good at meeting new people or making good first impressions for that matter but this, by far, has to be your worst one yet. Your clothes are soaked still, your hair a sticky mess from the saltwater and your mouth is opening and closing lika a fish gasping for air as it flaps around on a bridge after being caught. It's not one of your best looks you'll admit but it is all you can offer at the moment given the circumstances.

You try to form coherent thoughts, you really do, but this is just way too much for you to take in. He reaches a hand out and you flinch before grabbing it to make an awkward shake.

This isn't just insane. This is completely knock-your-socks-off bonkers.

You feel as if you were looking at the golden gates of heaven themselves, not daring to look him in the eyes out of fear that you might go blind from the sheer radiance of his aura meanwhile the man in question just looked at you blankly. Possibly with a hint of disgust. Definitely a bit of disgust.

"The name's Trafalgar Law, captain of Polar tang" his handshake is firm and he looks at you expectantly while retrieving his hand and crossing his arms over his chest.

Neither of you say anything. He clears his throat but you give no reaction. Still staring at him like a five year old looking at a blackboard of university level algebra equations. He grimaces slightly at your behavior.

"Are you ok? I don't remember finding any trauma to your head, you should be fine" he grabs your chin and tilts your head around to inspect it disapprovingly in search of an injury. Although, he is an expert doctor so he would never miss any injuries, his pride wouldn't let him. This does nothing to soothe your symptoms though and doesn't exactly help with calming your heartbeat at all.

"I wouldn't have missed anything what's wrong with you" he mutters to himself when you finally managed to collect yourself enough to remove his hands.

"uhh no! no, i'm ok! thank you for ,uh, saving me by the way" this is the best and worst thing that have ever happened to you.

"it wasn't my choice" he deadpanned and turn back into the room to get a den-den mushi with a familiar penguin hat on it. Its so strange seeing on in real life. Although, you don't know if this is real life (is it just fantasy?). He proceeds to make a phone call (mushi-call? den-den call?) into it while you shift awkwardly on your feet in the hallway. Your feet ache from walking on the metal grid barefoot you had barely noticed until now. After exchanging a few words he walk over to the desk where he'd previously  been sitting and open a journal, presumably to continue doing whatever he did before.

"One of my crew members will be here shortly to get you settled for now and give you some necessities. We reach a port in nine days where you can leave." his voice was calm and composed, like pouring molten chocolate into your ears even though the words themselves were less than pleasant. When he spoke you could feel your knees get weak and you feel tempted to ask him a question for the sole purpose of hearing him speak more. God this man was hot. You nodded at his statement at first, not really paying attention to what he had actually said until you realized that nothing he said had been actually registered in your head.

"Wait, what?" you asked. He doesn't look up from his writing but you can hear the mild annoyance in his voice when he answers.

"Looking at you, you are rather ill equipped for staying here until we reach a populated island. Since you don't have any money or anything valuable, my crew will provide for you until we reach the port where you can find another ship to go back wherever you came from...Whatever weird country that's supposed to be...Now go down the hallway, He should be there already to help you so leave me alone" you get the feeling that you'll loose a limb if you stick around longer so you turn to head down the hallway and find "Him" who you hoped would be more polite.

"Not that way" you hear from the study and you turn around to head down the other way, somewhat (very) embarrassed.

You really wished that your first time meeting a celebrity would've gone better, but then again they do say that you should never meet your heroes. Was he always this rude in the series and book? Sure he came across as a bit of a tsundere but he seemed at least approachable in the series. You don't have the charisma or extroverted superpowers that Luffy have so that is probably an important thing to consider. As you head down the hallway you come across a man walking in your direction pretty soon. He seem far more ok with your existence and even appear to lit up a bit when he sees you and give you a friendly wave. This is already going a lot better than last time.

"Yo! You're the one we found floating around yesterday! Nice to meet you, people around here call me Penguin" He gives you a wide yet genuine smile as he grab your hand and shake it enthusiastically before you even have the chance to reach out.

"thought you were a goner when we found you haha!So it's good to see that you're up n' about, c'mon let me show you a round!" he turn around to walk from where he had just come from while you follow behind him silently.

Penguin makes it his personal responsibility to keep a conversation going even if it's pretty one-sided but it's nice. Comforting even, as he went on about how nice the other crewmembers are with the exception of the captain but you shouldn't take what he says too personal as he's a bit misunderstood. He  ask you different questions like your name, where you came from, complimenting you on your weird clothes, although it feels like that was mostly him being polite and you didn't have heart or energy to tell him that you're wearing PJ's. He doesn't mind your short answers and seems satisfied with the information he's able to divulge. To be fair you aren't sure how to answer since you don't know how you ended up here but also out of fear of ripping the space-time continuum open by telling him forbidden knowledge about his universe. It would be rather awkward explaining to him that you know a lot about them and what they've done/are about to do. You've technically stalked them through tv and books and if someone told you that they've been watching you, you would freak out. Rightfully so too. They might even think that you're a navy spy sent to gather information action for their arrest and they could kill you. Yeah, this is a mess and a half but you'll burn this bridge when you get to it. You did tell him your name though and he doesn't seem to suspect you working for some nefarious organization so all is well.

He showed you where the important places in the submarine was such as the kitchen, living quarters, rec area and bathrooms. You still have trouble telling up from down will undoubtedly get lost but he assures you that after a while you'll know this maze like the back of your hand. After leaving the living quarters he guides you to the top deck to find someone else he says will help you so that he can get back to work.

The yellow ship had surfaced at a deserted summer island and everyone was outside enjoying the sun after spending several days in the dark of the ocean. You hadn't been down in the submarine for that long , at least not while being conscious, and was already getting a bit unnerved over how cold and cramped it was. As soon as the warm rays of light hit you both the cold and your worries melt away.

"Hey Ikkaku! You have to help the drifter get some clothes!" He yelled at a woman laying in a sun-chair on the deck with her eyes closed. The familiar heart pirates uniform was open to reveal a green tank top and an orange and yellow striped hat was laying beside her.

"Haah!? Why do I have to do it?" She sat up to glare at Penguin and was about to protest when she spotted you behind him. One second you were hiding behind Penguin and the next you're face to face with a very pretty woman with very poofy hair. Her glorious lion name bounces a bit as she hold up both your hands in hers and lean over a bit to stare into your eyes. Everyone is so tall here why is everyone so ridiculously tall. Anime proportions are wild.

"Oh my god!! We were so worried about you, we thought you were dead when we found you!" You felt uncomfortable with her being so close to your face and politely thanked her for saving you while doing your best to avoid eye contact.

"Oi! Where's your manners! They've been through a lot being stranded in the ocean have some respect!" He bops her on the head and she lets you go to tell him off (and/or punch him back) but she remembers the shiny new toy in front of her and settles for staring daggers at him instead.

"Oh shut yer trap" She stares at you intensely as if to make sure you wouldn't run away or vanish into thin air. It's kind of nice being fawned over like this, and clearly the crew enjoy having a visitor.

"It's so nice having a fresh face around, It's been years since Captain let anyone new stay onboard  and being stuck with all the same jerks weeks on end gets a bit tiring you know. Now come on and let's go find you some proper clothes!" She grab your hand to drag you along back into the dark,dark depths of the submarine.

Oh joy. more cold, feet grating and claustrophobia.

"You're a bit smaller than everyone so we should probably ask Uni to sow it in for you if it's way too big" She says more to herself rather than you while handing you the classical white uniform with the heart pirates logo on the chest over your heart.

The woman who's name you had learned to be Ikkaku turn around and continued rummaging around the small closet in front of her in search of more clothes for you while you change into the white uniform when she isn't looking. It feels incredible to finally get out of those damp and sticky clothes and into something soft and warm instead. You are also the proud owner of a pair of fuzzy socks and black boots. Your poor abused feet are overjoyed that they no longer have to walk the metal grid of a thousand needles. Life is good.

"Once we get to the port of Pellar island you can probably trade your way to some more clothes but this should be fine for now"

In the little time you had spent with her you had learned quite the few things about the crew on the ship. For starters there were 21 members in the crew (including the captain), You were lucky number 22 according to Ikkaku, even though you aren't a part of the crew it's apparently better to have an even number of people aboard the ship. And hearing the stories of what they've been through it seems like you're their new rabbits foot. Since you're considered baggage or fancy cargo rather than someone useful she gives you some times on how to stay out the way, especially out if the captains way which you feel is probably a wise decision but you offer your help should she need it in the kitchen which she greatly appreciates. You hate feeling useless.

You can't help but wonder where you are in the Once Piece timeline as you rolled up the long sleeves of the uniform on your arms and legs for comfort. Had Luffy and Law already formed the alliance? Were you before the timeskip and the incident at Marine Ford? Maybe you were even ahead of the manga and anime itself in a future arc even. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Ikkaku pushed a bundle of toiletries into your arms involving a towel, a toothbrush, and a bar of soap.

"We haven't figured out where you'll sleep for the moment but it'll work out soon enough. Otherwise you can just sleep in a spare bed in the infirmary but come help me gather food from the island! We don't want to get scurvy while we're submerged!" She drag you away towards the deck after leaving your things in her room for safe keeping for now.

This woman is going to pull your arm off.

She seemed very sweet but all the touching and stereotypical anime arm-pulling is weird since you have literally just met. The way she smiles while asking you about your favourite foods and how she excitedly plan different recipes out loud make you almost forgive her though. Almost.

You move sluggishly towards Ikkaku's room to get the only material items you currently own in this world. Foraging for fruits and herb until nightfall was tiring but at least you didn't have to carry that much stuff, a guy with a black pompadour haircut had come along to help carry the crates of stuff you and Ikkaku gathered. He seemed very nice too, somewhat cocky though. You had asked Ikkaku for information on a certain Straw-hat pirate while making small talk and have come to the conclusion that he probably hasn't even started his adventure towards becoming the Pirate King yet. She didn't know who you were referring to and was even showed some seagull newspaper from their library but no info of the gummy monkey man could be found whatsoever. Since you recall him making news very early on in his "career" it's fair to assume that he hasn't gotten up to his mischief yet.

It feels a bit weird to be honest. To be in the prologue of the story like this and you have no idea what kind of things anyone other than the Strawhats and Luffy had been up to since the story followed them, maybe some vague details about Law's past and fragments from some characters backstories but this is all uncharted territory. Your thoughts are interrupted as you suddenly bump into someone and fell backwards. You reach your arms out like a bad imitation of a seagull in attempt to grab the wall but someone grabs you before you manage to take hold of anything. Your grab their shoulders to steady yourself and let go once you're back on your feet but they don't remove their hands from you. You look up to thank them for catching you when all the colour drains from your face and you realize who you're standing prom-slow-dance proximity to. It is but the one and only person you'd least want to embarrass yourself in front of. Again.

"Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid 22-ya" He looked down at you with what you assume to be the ghost of an amused smile or slight disgust. Probably disgust. Again. while you're distracted by his closeness and the humiliating event that is currently taking place. It could be much worse though, right? you can salvage this situation probably.

"Crap, sorry I was just zoned out.." You tried looking anywhere but his oh-so-handsome face to avoid you making this anymore awkward than it already was. You are not immune against handsome people after all. You tried moving away from him slightly but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders and could feel his gaze on you like needle pricks on your skin. you definitely do not dare looking him in the eye.

"You have to look where you're going or you might get seriously hurt next time" He mused. He may be attractive but he's definitely a jerk.

"It's impossible to see down here it's so dark..." you mutter under your breath and quickly move to side to walk past him, he let's go this time rejoice that your attempt to escape the harassing captain is successful, desperate to get away from this weird atmosphere you have created. Unfortunately for you, the universe have other plans  as he start walking behind you in the same direction you are and boy, is it awkward.

After a bit of walking you start to get a bit suspicious though. Was he following you around, waiting for you to get lost so that he could make a smartass comment about it? He is the kind of person who would find great amusement in petty bullshit like that for sure but then again you do have a tendency of assuming the worst in every situation. You decide to test this theory out by steeping to the side and make as much room as you could in the hallway and drop down to pretend fixing your shoelace. Instead of trying to walk past you he stops completely right behind you. You move as slow as you can without arising suspicion but he so kindly wait patiently behind you. When you're done "tying your shoelace" and stand up to continue your journey he follows close behind.

Oh hell no.

You can handle rudeness but this is some psychological warfare or foul play that you want no part of. No matter how handsome the guy is you will not stand for this kind of fuckery. You make a sudden halt and quickly turn around to kindly tell him to fuck off.

"Do you need something from me?" you ask with as much calm you can currently muster, irritation building up behind your customer service smile but he doesn't say anything and only look at you with the same dumb face as before. Almost like he's sizing you up before a fight. Possibly with even more disgust this time.

This Motherfucker.

When he still doesn't say anything for several seconds you just decide to be the bigger person and turn around to start walking again. Of course, with him still following you. It's better to just ignore him and he'll go away, you know where you're going. You finally reached Ikkaku's room and gather up the few items that belong to you when he finally speak up.

"You don't have a room assigned yet right?" You gave him a somewhat puzzled look. That's what he needed to know? That is why he followed you?? To ask you this???

"No? why?" You admit cautiously, almost preparing for him to start fighting you or using his power to "confiscate" one of your organs. For a brief second you could've sworn you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes you know that something bad is brewing. The cogs of evil are turning in his mind and you know that whatever comes out of his mouth next will undoubtedly mean bad news for you.

"I have an idea"

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Under the Sea Gn!reader x Trafalgar Law

Part 1, Lost in the sauce

Here you were.

You might be asking yourself "where exactly is here?" and to be honest you have no idea. You are currently floating around what seems to be an endless ocean with no land as far as the eye can see. "well, how the heck did I end up lost at sea? I live on land" you might think but how does anyone end up lost at sea? Considering that you haven't been close to a boat recently or remember going on a marine adventure this is truly a baffling mystery.

The last thing you remember was going to sleep after a long day like you usually do. you know, in your bed. on land . Where most normal people keep their beds. Only to wake up underwater and desperately swimming upwards before your air supply ran out. You don't know how long you were swimming around utterly confused and in shock until you finally found a piece of driftwood to support you. The driftwood gave you enough of a break to contemplate your current situation. The adrenaline and lack off environmental indicators to tell the time other than the blaring sun meant that you could've been swimming for hours but it was impossible to know. Your body aches and your vision was blurry, most likely from dehydration. Everything seemed almost 2-dimensional but the pounding in your head made it almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

You leaned your head against the soggy wood and closed your eyes for a bit.You had given up looking for any boats to come to your rescue long ago and there were no signs of land from what you could tell. Perhaps it would be best to at least maybe get some rest, build up your strength and continue searching for rescue later. You tried your best to push yourself up on your primitive floating device, making sure you wouldn't fall off and drown in your sleep, before passing out.

When you woke up after who-knows how long you found that you weren't outside anymore. Your eyes try their best to adjust in the dark room you are in as you sit up. You are in some kind of medical room? Or hospital maybe? Judging by the different kinds of medical looking supplies and machinery you'd often find in hospitals. Heck, you're even sitting on what looks like a cheap hospital bed.

Confusion and relief from being saved were slowly replaced by a sense of fear and cautious curiosity. You ponder the best course of action to take next. You are relieved, of course, that you had apparently been picked up from the ocean and certain death by drowning but that wouldn't necessarily mean that you were safe. Especially considering the crazy circumstances of it all, you could've been kidnapped by pirates for all you know! After a few deep breaths you decide that the best option is to find someone who can tell you where the fuck you are, regardless of your possible title as a hostage. Knowing would be better than not knowing in case you need to escape after all.

Putting your bare feet on the floor and grimacing a bit when they came in contact with the cold metal you got out of there and were in for some serious snooping around. Maybe try to steal some dry clothes or a blanket since you were still in your dripping wet PJ's. Opening the only door in the room you carefully peek out into a dark, empty and very narrow hallway. Seems like no one is around.

Operation Snoop time has officially begun.

You are surrounded by a low hum which you can't pinpoint the location of and various whirring and mechanical clanking sounds can be heard coming from behind the walls. At one point a pipe suddenly lets out a hiss of steam above you which scared the ever-loving crap out of you. All of these clues mean very little to you since you still have no idea where you can possibly be and the more you find out the stranger the whole ordeal seems. Your first guess had been that you were rescued and were in some kind of hospital but you've never heard of a hospital as....claustrophobic...as this. Everything seems to be made of steel or some other kind of metal. A metal grid covers the floor and you can see pipes and cables running along the hallway underneath it like inorganic roots or veins. You tiptoe as best you can on the grid while trying not to get your toes stuck in the holes through the snaking and dark hallways. It reminded you of pictures you'd seen of haunted navy ships. Now that you think about it, maybe you actually were on a navy ship of some kind. It's not too unreasonable to assume that the coastguard probably saw you floating around and picked you up.  Something in your gut ,however, tells you that there's more to this mystery though.

You weren't sure how long you'd been exploring at this point but you were fairly certain that you were going in circles, everything looked practically the same in here (where ever here is) and you feel like you might've passed the same staircase at least 3 times now. Getting lost in a strange navy ship doesn't really concern you at this point but the very obvious lack of people certainly does. Shouldn't you have stumbled across someone by now? Sure it didn't seem like the biggest ship but there has to be someone around to run it, right?  Your theory of being abducted by navy ghosts seems more and more plausible by the minute.

You are considering the best way to fight and/or befriend a ghost, should you encounter one, and are making up a plan to try finding your way to kitchen so that you can gather some salt (because ghosts are allergic salt right? That's a thing right?) when you

finally see something new and out of the ordinary. a soft glow is pouring into the dim corridor from a metal door now slightly ajar. You aren't  sure if the door had been closed when you walked passed here last time or if you were in a new part of the ship but nevertheless you tried swallowing the fear forming a lump in your throat and investigate the new room. Stealthily you approached the lightsource and peeked in with as much caution as you could muster. It takes a few seconds for you to take in all the details of the room but once you do, your eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

It was a rather cozy looking study or office with a small bed, a few bookshelves filled with books  dark wooden desk with a human looking skull on it and a big window showing only darkness on the wall behind the desk.

It wasn't the skull that made your heart feel like it stopped beating in your chest or the empty void behind the glass of the window. Even though you love reading it wasn't the large bookshelf that caused your legs to nearly give out under you. No, behind the desk was someone who you could never even dream to see in your wildest fever dreams.

Behind the desk, writing something in a journal was the one and only thirst trap king. It was the Trafalgar Law sitting there. Ridiculously oversized sword leaning against the wall, fuzzy hat and all.

You stand there awe struck in the door way, a million trains of thought rushing around and crashing inside your head. It feels like you're staring at an eldritch horrorterror and your fragile human mind simply can't comprehend the situation or what it's looking at. You barely even register that he has stopped scribbling things down and is now looking up. Directly at you. Since your brain is currently out if commission you act on instinct and quickly spin around to put your back against the wall next to the door, praying that he somehow didn't see you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

You were 100% sure know. You are dead. Completely lying-in-the-dirt-letting-nature-reclaim-you dead. Absolutely 6-feet-under-cold-as-a-penguins-nose-during-a-snowstorm dead. You had clearly died at sea ,or in your sleep most likely, and gone to wherever you go when you die which turns out to be Trafalgar Law's submarine (or at least looks like it). Either way you are fully certain that you have died and  no longer apart of the world of the living. Rip, you will be missed.

You move your head to peek into the room once more just to make sure that you aren't hallucinating. After all, maybe you're just seeing things from the dehydration and sun exposure but instead you are met face-to-chest with a certain pirate. You let out an odd noise of surprise and fling yourself into the wall opposite in the hallway (which isn't very long) successfully creating almost an arm length of space between you. You can't help but to stare at the man in front of you. He aren't sporting his trademark clothes but the colours and pattern look similar to what you've seen him wear in the anime and manga. His sleeves are rolled up to show of his tattoos that you'd admired for so long. Standing so close to him you find that he's a lot taller then you would have imagined him to be but nevertheless, you are still a die hard fan of him and consider him more perfect than you ever would've believed.

"About time you woke up"

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fuck a break up, have you ever gotten emotionally attached to a scene and then realized it doesn’t work so you have to remove it from your story

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Going to upload the first part of a longer story next, it’s a Trafalgar Law x Gender neutral reader that’s still a WIP but the first part will be up on Monday

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Eustass Kid x Reader

This was one of my first one shots from years ago! It’s not my best but I feel like I should start here you know?

You pressed the pause button and put away the cup on the nightstand before walking over to the door. Who the hell would bother you at this hour? Especially at such a crucial time like this when [favourite character] was possibly about to die! As soon as you open the door however your train of thought stops immediately. The red head in front of you is soaking wet, his clothes dirty and his body littered with bruises and cuts. You sigh and go to the bathroom to get the  first aid kit while he steps in and closes the door after him without a word. Had it been anyone else you would've been surprised and shocked but it wasn't the first time the red-head had shown up at your door covered head to toe in wounds. Heck, it wasn't even the 10th or 29thth time he'd done it.

You sat down in front of him on the floor and started working on patching him up while he leaned back on the couch  with his eyes closed. You had met him for the first time about a year ago after he had picked a fight with your good friend Law. Originally you had been called over to help Law ,which wasn't unusual for you since he happened to be the leader of a gang, who had fainted due to using his powers too much and had ended up helping Kid too who was also rather beaten up (after a whole lot of convincing on your part and a lot of snarky comments of his) since you couldn't just leave him to possibly bleed to death. After that you got called over by a crying Bepo a couple of more times to help Law and Kid since both of them would constantly get into figths and neither of them would let anyone else close enough to help them. Or, they probably didn't want you near either but you were the only one brave enough to withstand their death threats as well as angry glares long enough to patch them up.

About five months ago however that changed when Kid had shown up on your doorstep all beaten up after getting into another fight. At first you had wanted to kick him out and demand to know how he had found out where you lived but you being the sweet soul that you are had just helped him and then sent him on his way without demanding any payment or answer and that's how it's been ever since. You had wanted to ask him a plenty of times why he didn't just go to a doctor or something but figured that he must have a reason for coming to you instead. That and the fact that he'd probably end up killing the doctor. Not to mention this tiny detail of you maybe having a serious crush on the guy.

You helped him remove his soaked shirt and began treating the wounds on his upper body. As you were doing so your eyes couldn't help but wander a bit, trailing over his abs a lot. Unconsciously you trailed your finger over an old scar on his chest. You could feel him tense up a bit but soon relaxing into your warm touch. A blush crept onto your face when you realized what you were doing and quickly finished with your work before going to your room and retrieving a dry shirt that he had forgotten once after a visit as well as a towel since he was still a bit wet after spending who-knows much time in the rain.

You threw him the shirt and towel which he quickly put on while grunting a 'thanks' and getting up to leave. Without really thinking you had grabbed onto his sleeve, preventing him from leaving. He turned to you with a raised eyebrow. "what?" oh shiiiiiiiiiiit son,what the hell do you say now?? "i-it's uhm, it's still raining outside right? a-and really late so..." You said while not daring to look him in the eye and keeping your head down while you felt his gaze on you. God damn did you hate yourself right now, you were acting like a lovesick schoolgirl! Pull yourself together [y/n]! You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself

"what I meant was, that you can stay the night here if you want to" You said while still looking everywhere except for his face and for a moment you felt really proud over yourself for managing to ask him without it coming out as incoherent nervous rambling. But that was a very very brief moment before you realized that you were still holding on to his sleeve and all traces of composure left your body in 0.0003 milliseconds. Quickly you mumbled out a 'sorry' as your face exploded into a brilliant red colour.

"ok" was all he said which made you secretly happy that he'd stay (and that he decided to not picking on you for being a nervous mess). "my couch is kinda small so you can sleep in my bed if you want to" you said and went to a cupboard in the hall to get out a spare pillow and cover. "But where will you sleep then?" you looked at him a bit confused while holding the large cover in your arms. "the couch?" you said which sounded more like a question rather than an answer. He looked at you for a bit without saying anything before roughly grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your bedroom. "h-hey! what the hell are you-!"He threw you onto the bed and crawled into the bed next to you. "No way are you sleeping on the couch in your own house" he said with his back turned towards you. You sat there a bit dumbfounded before getting into the bed too since there's obviously no point in arguing.

You smiled a bit and pulled the comforter up to your chin. For a guy who sure can be a stubborn ass (and rude) he could be a gentleman when he wanted to which was one of the things that made you seriously fall for him. Even though you could spent hours not talking to each other you still really enjoyed it and those times you would talk you could talk and laugh about anything and everything. Even though some people (like Law) would portray him as a ruthless monster you knew that under the tough surface was a wonderful human being who could be so very very kind to the people who deserve it and you were so happy that you were one of the few who had seen that side of him.

  You listened to his soft breathing for a bit and figured that he must already be asleep. You laid on your side and watched his back before slowly bringing your hand up to gently trace some of the old scars on his back. "You really should be more careful....I don't know what I'd do if you'd get seriously hurt, I really like you y'know...." You whispered the last part and brought your hand down before closing your eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.

Kid was listening to your soft breaths and your words were repeating in his head over and over again. A wide range of emotions were running through him. He was nervous, he was anxious, he was absolutely terrified but most of all, he felt joy. He turned around to look at your sleeping face and brushed some stray [h/c] strands out of your face. Whenever he looked at you he felt so calm, like everything is like it should be and just right. Ever since the very first time he met you he felt a soothing tranquility whenever he was around you and he loved that you had this effect on him. He carefully caressed your soft cheek like you were made of glass, he was so scared that he'd break or hurt you. You were like an angel to him, so kind and so pure, he almost felt the need to wear gloves so that he wouldn't soil you. Carefully he reached out and brought you closer to him and nuzzled your soft hair. He sighed contently before closing his eyes.

"Night [y/n], I love you too"