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Intellectuals at the end of Thriller Bark: Oh no! Ace! I wonder what kind of trouble is afoot for our quirky captain’s big bro! Let’s see where this piece of nail paper takes us!

Me, not an intellectual: if Ace’s dumbass gets in the way of this blessed reunion of Brook and his pet whale I swear on ALL THAT IS HOLY—!

Needless to say I am *upset*

oooh bestie, I don’t know how many spoilers you could avoid but things gonna get really bad, sad and depressing from now 🥹 good luck with it

at least you’re about to meet my husband law ehehe

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okayokay so imagine/scenario for Law:

(fem in mind but gen-neutral can work too)

Reader is a psychologist who studies human behavior and can easily spot when someone is lying by their involuntary reactions like a jaw clench, eyebrow twitch, etc. Because of this Law keeps Reader at arms length, fearing that they will figure out his feelings. He continues this until the Heart Pirates end up on an island where they need to get information but their only source isn’t trustworthy. Thus, Reader needs to be with him when they meet the informant (casino/gambling house vibe). It would be hard to talk in code or signal when the informant is lying, so Reader and Law have to act like a couple in order to communicate. Maybe from holding hands or Reader has to sit on Law’s lap and squeeze his shoulder/neck to communicate when this guy is lying, acting all lovey dovey while also getting the info they need. I think it would be cute to see them mutually flustered, and while Reader is focused on finding the truth they can’t help but notice Law’s behavior. Ending is up to you!!

Other small details could be:

- Law having an arm wrapped around Reader’s waist, pulling them in possessively when the informant comments about them

- Law being mostly composed in front of the informant (Reader can read his cues, but second guesses bc “it’s my captain who doesn’t interact with me i don’t have a baseline of behavior for him”) until they leave and his face/ears/neck are clearly red

- Law in a suit 😼

sorry, but since the request was so long I had to make it in a separate post 🫶 thank you for the request, hope you'll like it bc I truly loved writing it

here the link to the fanfic

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Tell Me No Lies

law x fem!reader

you’re a psychologist who can spot any lie and that makes law keep his distance, afraid you’ll see how he truly feels. but when a mission forces you to pose as his lover, the lines between act and reality blur fast.

a/n: this was a request but since it's really long I summarized it

words count: 3.9k

tags: slow burn, mutual pining, undercover couple, spicy but not smut, fluff, tension, crewmates being chaotic

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You want me to do what?”

Your voice slices through the meeting room of the Polar Tang like a dagger, sharp, pointed, and just a little amused.

Penguin holds up his hands, grinning like he’s already imagined you and Law making out in a booth “Not my idea! Bepo came up with it.”

Bepo, ever innocent, blinks “It’s logical. Varrick lies constantly. You can tell when people lie. Captain’s the one meeting him. It’s simple.”

You stare “You want us to act like a couple.”

“Just for the night!” Shachi chimes in from where he’s stuffing chips in his mouth “The place is a casino-slash-brothel. No one goes in there looking like a business partner. You show up all cold and stiff, he’ll know something’s up.”

Law hasn’t said a word.

He sits at the head of the table, arms folded, expression blank. But you know that face. He’s thinking. Calculating. Fighting something.

Then, flatly “Fine.”

You blink “Fine?”

“You’ll have to stay close,” Law adds, eyes flicking to yours “I can’t talk in code around Varrick, and I doubt we’ll get a second chance if he feels like we’re onto him.”

“So, what, I sit on your lap and play with your hair while you ask about Navy routes?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Penguin snorts soda through his nose.

Law doesn’t miss a beat “If it gets us the truth.”

You swallow hard. Because that should not have sounded that smooth.

Later, in your room, you stand in front of the mirror, pulling on the final piece of your dress, a deep red number that hugs your waist and legs and dips dangerously low down your back. You smooth it down, checking the slit up your thigh, the way the silk shimmers under the ship lights.

“You don’t have to look like a goddess,” you mutter to your reflection “You just need to catch a liar.”

But damn it, the dress works. And the second you step into the hallway, you hear Shachi’s voice echo from down the corridor “Caaaptaaaain!”

You freeze.

“Don’t be mad when she looks hotter than you, bro!” Penguin adds, loud enough that it bounces off the steel walls.

“Stop yelling” Law says from somewhere out of sight. His voice is tense.

You round the corner and stop dead.

Oh no.

Law... Law is in a black suit, crisp and clean, no tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair’s slicked back just enough to make your throat go dry. Tattoos peek out at the edge of his collar. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at his den-den mushi, but when he looks up and sees you his fingers still. His eyes trail down, slow. Too slow.

You hear Shachi whisper “damn” under his breath and fist bump Penguin like they just won a bet.

Law clears his throat “You’re… ready.”

You tilt your head, smirking “You look nice too. Didn’t know you owned a suit.”

“It was a gift” he mutters.

You take a step forward “From who? Someone who wanted to see you flustered?”

His jaw ticks “I’m not flustered.”

You do notice the slight red creeping up the back of his neck. Just a little. Enough.

Before either of you can pretend to be normal, the rest of the crew crowds the hallway behind you.

Bepo holds up a little camera “Say cheese.”

“We’re not taking pictures” Law snaps.

“Oh come on,” Penguin grins “Look at you two!”

“You’re never letting this go, are you?” you ask, eyes narrowing.

“Nope.”

Shachi elbows Bepo “Ten bucks says they come back married.”

Bepo nods solemnly “I’ll take that bet.”

Law groans and starts walking past them, ignoring the chaos.

You trail after him, heels clicking on the metal. As you pass the guys, you whisper, “Try not to blow our cover.”

Penguin winks “Go get that intel... and maybe some action.”

You don’t answer but your cheeks are hotter than they should be.

And the second Law opens the hatch to the upper deck, the cold sea air hits you and so does the reality of the night ahead.

The casino is loud. Velvet-lined walls drown out the outside world, while gold lights glint off dice and crystal glasses. Somewhere near the back, a piano plays slow jazz. It’s all soft temptation and sharpened edges.

You walk in beside Law, his arm around your waist. His fingers rest against the small of your back like they belong there, not too tight, not too loose. Just… there.

You can feel the heat of his palm through the silk of your dress. You can feel everything.

Stay focused.

Varrick is waiting in a private corner booth, exactly where intel said he’d be. He’s slouched in the plush seat like he owns the place, surrounded by too many drinks and not enough class. Rings clink against his glass as he lifts it.

“Trafalgar Law!” he says, standing with a grin too wide to be real “Wasn’t expecting you to bring arm candy.”

Law’s arm tightens around you. Not protectively. Possessively.

“She’s more than that,” he says, calm as ever “But she doesn’t like to talk much.”

You smile politely at Varrick, then glance at Law from the corner of your eye.

Smart. That gives you the freedom to observe.

You slide into the booth beside Law, close, but with just enough space between you to keep your focus.

Varrick leans forward “So, you wanted info on that Navy ship?”

Law nods “I heard it was seen heading east out of Ivona Port last week.”

Varrick shrugs, swirling his drink lazily “Could be. Could be west. Hard to say.”

You place your hand lightly on Law’s thigh. Barely a touch. Just enough.

Lie.

Law’s eyes don’t move. His posture doesn’t change. But his fingers tap against the glass in front of him once, acknowledging you.

Varrick chuckles “You know, these Navy guys come and go. They don’t tell me everything.”

Your fingers slide up, brushing over the inside of Law’s wrist as you reach for your own drink.

Another lie.

Law hums “Then tell me what you do know.”

“I know they’re not looking for pirates right now,” Varrick says “Some big job further north. Something to do with weapons.”

Your nails gently press into the back of Law’s hand, slow and deliberate.

Lie.

You feel him tense slightly. Like he’s thinking.

“Do you want something in return for this info?” Law asks coolly.

Varrick grins “Only a little favor later. Nothing serious.”

Even now he's lying.

This time you run your fingers slowly down Law’s forearm, letting your touch linger like a lover’s caress. But it’s all code. All signal.

Law shifts beside you. To anyone watching, it just looks like he’s turning toward you, lips brushing close to your ear.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs.

You nod “Three lies so far.”

“Mm.”

Varrick raises a brow “You two are cute, y’know that? Real cozy. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re actually into each other.”

Law leans in, his lips grazing the edge of your cheek as he speaks “We are.”

Your heart skips.

You almost miss the way Varrick’s mouth twitches at that. A little wrinkle in the corner of his eyes. Something flickers. Jealousy?

“Lucky guy then...” Varrick mutters.

Law’s arm moves from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer. Not fake this time. Not calculated. His hand is warm, firm, fingers curling possessively.

You’re practically in his lap now.

You keep your eyes on Varrick “So what’s the Navy doing near Blue Rock Island?”

He flinches.

Small. Quick. But you see it.

You drag your hand up Law’s chest like you’re playing with his shirt but your fingers dig in slightly at his collarbone.

That’s the truth. That’s the target.

Law tilts his head slightly, voice low and smooth “Blue Rock, huh?”

Varrick blinks, caught off guard.

You glance at Law just for a second and see it.

His eyes are calm. But his pulse at his neck is faster now. You shouldn’t be this close. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that. You’re supposed to be watching the informant, but now you’re catching the way Law’s lips part ever so slightly when you shift in his lap. The way his breath hitches.

He’s too good at hiding. You never have a baseline for him and suddenly, you realize you do now. You’ve been close enough tonight to read him. Feel him.

So when his ears turn red the moment Varrick leaves the table you finally know what his tell is.

“You’re enjoying this” Law mutters as Varrick disappears into the crowd.

You swirl the last sip of wine in your glass “Enjoying not getting stabbed in a double-cross? Sure.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You turn your head slowly toward him, lashes low, a smirk threatening at the corner of your mouth “No? Then clarify, Captain.”

His jaw clenches.

You lean in “Or are you upset I figured out your tell?”

Silence.

Got him.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t look at you. Just sips from his glass like he’s trying not to set it down too hard. You watch his throat bob, slow and tight. He’s flustered. Controlled but clearly struggling to keep that control.

Which is dangerous and tempting.

You reach out, brush something “imaginary” from his collar, letting your fingers drag across the base of his throat. He stiffens just slightly, and you swear under that cool expression, his eyes darken.

“I’m not ready to leave” you say casually, turning away to scan the floor “We did the job. Got the truth. Maybe we deserve a little fun.”

Law doesn’t argue. That alone is suspicious.

So you both stay. You drink. You people-watch. You flirt, just enough to be part of the act. And he plays along, letting his hand rest low on your back, murmuring sarcastic commentary about the drunk nobles and sleazy gamblers, voice low and rough in your ear.

But then Varrick returns.

You’re seated now in a more open lounge, a couch near the roulette tables. Varrick walks up with a drink and a too-easy smile.

“Forgot one little detail,” he says, tone casual “Seems like the Navy isn’t after pirates right now because they’re meeting with one. Some kind of alliance. Dunno who.”

Lie.

You shift against Law and drag your fingers along his inner thigh, too slow to be innocent.

Varrick talks more, and you let your hands wander. One arm over Law’s shoulder, the other toying with the fabric of his jacket. A fingertip gliding along the inked edge of his collarbone. Every time Varrick lies, you punish Law with a new touch.

You want to see how much he can take.

When you trail your hand up to the side of his neck and run your thumb along his jaw, you feel it. That little twitch. A shiver. His hand slides up your waist and grips tight, like a warning.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear.

“He’s lying again.”

Your voice is barely above a breath.

“And you’re pushing it” Law growls, so low only you can hear.

But you just smile and press a kiss to his cheek, slow and lingering “Don’t lose your composure, Captain. Someone might think you’re affected.”

Varrick finally gets bored and excuses himself, clearly thinking he’s dropped enough bait.

The second he’s out of sight, Law stands.

“You come with me. Now.”

You blink “Excuse me?”

He doesn’t even look back. Just starts walking toward the upstairs hall of the casino. Like he already knows you’ll follow.

Which… you do.

Up the stairs, past the velvet curtain, through the dim corridor lined with private doors. He finds an empty suite with a key card left in the slot—probably reserved for VIPs or those with a winning streak.

He opens it.

You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

And then he pins you to the wall. Hands at your side, like blocking you. Eyes burning.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he says, voice rough “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

You pretend to think “Touching my captain in public? Flirting with a man who’s obviously holding back? Yeah. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

His gaze flickers from your lips to your eyes and back again. His breath is hot against your face.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You grab his lapel and pull him down.

“I’ll tell you if you lie.”

For a few long seconds, Law doesn’t move.

His fingers flex on your hips, like he’s debating whether to pull you in or push you away. His eyes are on yours, unreadable to anyone else but you can see it now. The cracks in that cold, calculated shell. The tension. The restraint.

You’ve spent months trying to get a baseline on him. To decode his behavior. Now? You are the baseline.

And he’s struggling.

“I should let you go” he mutters, voice low, more to himself than to you.

“But you won’t” you whisper back.

His eyes drop to your lips “No.”

He steps closer. Your back is fully against the wall now, your breath tangled with his. You tilt your chin up, almost daring him.

“What’s holding you back?” you ask.

His mouth twitches “You.”

A beat.

Then “You’re too good at reading people.”

You grin “So are you.”

His hand slips to the back of your thigh, just under the slit of your dress. Not high, but enough to make your pulse skip “You’ve been testing me all night.”

“Guilty.”

“You think it’s funny watching me lose control?”

“I think it’s hot.”

That does it.

He lets out a quiet, sharp breath, like he’s just given up fighting gravity, and leans in until your foreheads are pressed together. His hand stays on your thigh. His other lands on the wall beside your head.

You whisper, “You’re not usually like this.”

“No,” he says “You bring it out.”

You stay like that for a moment, so close, heat radiating between you, neither of you quite touching where it counts. The tension is unbearable in the best way. It’s not just attraction. It’s months of silence, near-misses, unsaid things finally rising to the surface.

Law is still Law, he's collected and composed, but now you know what it costs him. You feel the restraint humming under his skin like electricity.

You reach up and slide your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He shivers.

“Stay” he says. It’s not a command. It’s almost… a request.

You nod, slow “I’m not going anywhere.”

He finally steps back, not far, just enough to breathe, and moves to the bed. Sits on the edge, running a hand over his face like he’s trying to reset.

You take the moment to look around. The room is warm-toned, elegant. One massive bed in the center. Silk sheets. Balcony window cracked open to let in the sound of crashing waves and soft jazz from below.

You sit beside him, gently bumping his shoulder “So. What now?”

Law doesn’t look at you “Now, we sleep.”

You raise an eyebrow “You’re going to act like none of that happened?”

“I didn’t say that” he replies, voice quiet.

He leans back, hands braced behind him, eyes finally meeting yours “I’m saying we don’t have to rush it.”

Your heart stutters.

He adds, almost awkwardly, “This isn’t just the mission. Not for me.”

You don’t tease him this time. Instead, you smile, warm and soft.

“Not for me either.”

He pulls off his jacket, tosses it over the chair. Starts unbuttoning his cuffs. You stand and go to the bathroom to remove your heels and freshen up, giving him space, and maybe yourself a moment to breathe.

When you come back, Law’s already under the covers, shirt slightly open, tattooed chest half-visible in the low light. He’s facing the wall.

But when you slip in beside him, he immediately turns over and pulls you in, an arm draped over your waist, forehead pressing into your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The room is quiet now.

The casino noise is a distant hum through the balcony window, soft music, muffled laughter, the whirl of spinning wheels and shuffled cards. But inside, it’s just the sound of two hearts beating faster than they should.

You’re lying on your side, Law behind you, one arm slung around your waist like it belongs there. His hand rests just beneath your ribs, warm and heavy. Not demanding. Just… steady.

The silence stretches. Not awkward, but charged. Comfortable, yet not quite safe.

Your voice cuts through it, soft and curious.

“If we’re just gonna sleep… then why here? Why not go back to the ship?”

You feel him pause behind you. Not tense but thoughtful.

He exhales through his nose “Because.”

“Because?”

His voice drops, rough like he hasn’t decided if he wants to answer honestly “Because if I took you back to the ship, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

He shifts slowly and pulls you in tighter, chest pressed to your back now. His nose brushes your neck, and his breath sends a shiver down your spine.

You barely manage a whisper “This?”

He hums “Stay close. Let myself… feel something.”

You blink. That wasn’t what you expected.

He continues, quietly “On the ship, I’m your captain. In control. Always thinking. Always five steps ahead.”

You glance over your shoulder, catching the faintest edge of vulnerability in his eyes.

“And here?” you ask.

“Here,” he says, “I get to be a man lying next to someone who makes him forget all of that.”

You don’t answer for a moment.

Then, deliberately, you reach back and trail your fingers down his forearm, slow and gentle.

“Good,” you whisper “Because I like this version of you.”

You feel his smile against your skin.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just tucks his face into your neck like he’s finally allowing himself to breathe.

You shift slightly.

Not much. Just enough to test the space between you.

He doesn’t stop you.

So you turn.

You roll slowly to face him, your knees brushing his under the covers, your chest barely touching his. The low golden light from the hallway filters in through the crack under the door, just enough to catch the edge of his face, his jaw, his eyes, that small crease between his brows.

He’s watching you. Carefully. Quietly.

You speak, low and honest “You’re not the only one who forgets how to breathe around the other.”

His expression flickers. Just a second. But enough for you to see hope, doubt, desire. Then gone again.

You lift your hand to his cheek, gentle.

Then he kisses you.

Hard.

There’s nothing hesitant in it. No more caution, no more reading cues, no more pretend. Just heat, and months of tension finally snapping. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper.

You kiss him back with everything you’ve been holding in.

Your hands move instinctively, one gripping his shirt, the other slipping around his waist. He shifts, pressing you into the mattress, his knee between yours, his breath shaky against your lips.

When he finally pulls back, just an inch, his forehead rests against yours. Both of you breathing like you’ve just surfaced from underwater.

You whisper, “That didn’t feel like something we’ll forget in the morning.”

Law shakes his head slightly, lips brushing yours.

“It’s not.”

Another beat.

Then you add, teasing, “So much for just sleeping.”

His mouth curves into a tired smile, eyes half-lidded “You started it.”

You laugh soft and warm and tangled in sheets and tension.

And when he pulls you close again, one hand splayed across your lower back, your smile fades into something quieter. Something real.

Because this time, neither of you is pretending.

The next morning, the sun isn’t even fully up when you and Law leave the casino.

No one says anything at first. You walk side by side, close enough that your arms keep brushing, but not close enough to make it obvious.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

But the second the Polar Tang comes into view, the nerves hit you like a cannonball.

You’re holding your heels in one hand, the other arm looped awkwardly around your waist to keep Law’s massive coat closed over your dress. Your own shoes were giving you blisters, so somewhere between the casino lobby and the harbor, Law, annoyed and muttering, slipped out of his and made you wear them.

Now here you are, flopping around the deck in his too-big shoes while he walks beside you in his socks, lipstick faintly smudged across the corner of his jaw.

You don’t look at each other. You cannot look at each other.

And then just as your foot slips slightly in one of his clunky boots “Well, well, well… Look who finally decided to come back.”

Shachi.

Leaning on the railing with a bowl of cereal and way too much smugness for six in the morning.

You freeze.

Penguin appears from the stairwell, blinking at you both. His gaze travels from your tousled hair to your crooked dress zipper, to Law’s missing shoes, to your very obvious lipstick on his jaw.

He lets out a slow, exaggerated whistle.

“That,” he says, pointing his spoon between the two of you, “was not part of the mission.”

Law doesn’t even flinch. Just keeps walking, face unreadable except for the ears burning red.

You try to look casual. Like you didn’t just sneak off a casino floor at sunrise “We, uh... we stayed for surveillance reasons.”

Penguin snorts “Yeah, I bet you were surveilling something.”

You shoot him a glare, still wearing Law’s boots “My heel broke.”

“Sure it did. And your lipstick broke too? All over the captain’s face?”

You reach up automatically to touch your lips, and groan when you realize he’s right.

Law growls under his breath “Enough.”

But Shachi’s having too much fun “Man, I thought you’d at least try to sneak back on like it didn’t happen. This is so much better.”

“Do you want to swim today, Shachi?” Law deadpans.

Bepo pops his head out of the hallway “Did you two share a bed? Was it part of the act or did something actually happen? Because you both look like—”

“Bepo.” Law cuts him off like a gunshot.

You turn to face Law, trying so hard not to laugh because the man looks like he wants to teleport to another planet. His hair’s still a little messy. His collar’s open. And he’s got the exact same expression he had when you kissed him: that barely-holding-it-together calm that only you can see cracking.

You mutter under your breath, “We should’ve never come back.”

Law nods “Agreed.”

Then, just when you’re about to make a break for your quarters, Law stops and turns.

He grabs your hand.

The crew goes dead silent.

He lifts your fingers to his lips in one smooth motion. Kisses them.

Soft. Deliberate.

Then walks off with all the calm dignity of a man in socks who’s still the most dangerous person in the room.

Your brain short-circuits. The crew loses their minds.

Penguin lets out a strangled “WHAT—”

Shachi screams “HE’S IN LOVE!!!”

And you’re just standing there, one hand in the air, heart about to burst out of your chest.

You finally bolt down the hallway toward your room, calling back “I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS!!”

Bepo shouts after you, “CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR EMOTIONAL MATURITY!”

You slam your door shut, cheeks on fire, heart racing, and a stupid smile you can’t shake no matter how hard you try.

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Hi! I’m overboard anon- oh. My. God. So good. So amazing. Hitting the floor, levitating and screaming amazing. Thank you 🙇‍♀️

omg nooo, thank you for the request and for this message 🥺 I really love to know you liked it 🫶

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anywayyyy, does anyone knows why here I got 4 inbox but when I open there are two only?

Like is it a bug or I do actually have 4 but can’t see them? 🤔 I’m confused

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Happy Easter for these who celebrate it 🐣🫶

Look what I got in my Easter eggs — I’m officially a strawhat now ehehe

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I’d say dont open requests too soon. We’d like to see your polls come back! And maybe every other day post a request. Just an idea to help you manage your load!

yess, that’s my plan 🥺 I’m already preparing some stuff of mine to do some polls!! Also I was thinking about accepting only around 10 requests at times, so that I can work on them slowly while keep posting my stuff too

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I am waiting with my request ready to copy and paste the moment you open requests

lmao I’d say you’re smart

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Hello!! I just found ur blog and I really like ur writing ☺️ I would like a imagine/scenario with fem!reader, she is in a relationship with the captain trio (kid, law and Luffy) just some silly things about them arguing about with boat she should stay for the next time (the captains are not with each other, they kinda "share" the reader) I also would like it fluffy please 😊 I'm sorry if that's confusing, English is not my first language

Three Boats, One Heart

law + kid + luffy x fem!reader (poly relantionship)

a/n: okay idk if I did it good but I loved that I didn't have to choose just one lmao

words count: 3.9k

tags: fluff, captain trio x reader, poly-ish, jealousy, silly arguments, established relationship/s

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The wind is soft today. The sea is calm. You’re smiling.

You should have known peace wouldn’t last long.

“I told you she’s staying with me this time!” Kid’s voice booms across the small island harbor, arms crossed and lips curled into a scowl. His red hair shines under the sun, making him look even angrier than usual.

“No,” Law says flatly, not even looking at Kid. His cold eyes are on you “She said she’d stay on my submarine this week. We made plans.”

“Plans?” Luffy cuts in, loudly. He’s already clinging to your arm like a koala “But she promised me meat night on the Sunny! That’s way better than boring submarine plans!”

“I didn’t promise—” you try to speak, but your words are drowned out by the three men yelling over each other again.

“She likes spicy food! My chef makes it best!” Kid growls.

“She said she wanted to read that book I found. That’s on my ship” Law shoots back, tightening his gloves.

“I have hammocks! And sea kings to see! And fun! You’re boring, Law!” Luffy huffs.

You stand there, blinking slowly, while your boyfriends, three of the most dangerous men on the sea, argue like kids in a candy store.

“Why don’t we let her choose?” Law finally says, raising an eyebrow “She has a mouth.”

“Yeah, and it’s gonna say Kid’s ship” Kid smirks.

“Meat night!” Luffy shouts again.

You sigh, putting your hands up.

“Guys. Guys. GUYS!”

They freeze. All three turn to look at you. Luffy’s eyes are wide. Law’s brow twitches. Kid grumbles something but shuts up.

You smile sweetly “How about… I choose after dinner?”

“No!” They shout in unison.

“Of course you’d wait until after meat night” Law mutters to Luffy.

Kid rolls his eyes “Typical.”

“Alright, alright,” you laugh “Then I’m flipping a coin.”

Three voices, instantly:

“No fair!”

“Unscientific.”

“Do two out of three!”

You take a deep breath.

This is your life now.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The sun dips lower in the sky, painting the clouds pink and orange. You sit on a crate at the edge of the harbor, swinging your legs. You should be relaxing.

But instead…

“Y/N.”

You blink. Law’s standing in front of you, quiet and serious. Too quiet. You squint suspiciously.

“What are you hiding?”

“…Nothing.”

He sits beside you. Then, very slowly, he pulls something from his coat.

Your eyes widen “Wait. Is that...?”

“The new novel from the Baterilla Book Fair,” he says calmly “First edition. I used Room to grab it before anyone else could.”

You gasp “Law!”

“I thought you’d appreciate it. Since you ‘haven’t had quiet reading time in weeks’.”

Your heart flutters. He even remembers that?

Before you can thank him, a loud clang rings from behind.

“Killer, give me the tray! Move!”

You turn just in time to see Kid stomping toward you with a whole plate of your favorite spicy dumplings. His metal arm is holding the tray like a fancy waiter. It’s kind of terrifying.

“You like food more than books anyway, right?” he says, shoving the plate into your lap.

“Excuse me?” Law snaps, standing up.

“Chill, Surgeon Freak. You can read your little book while she eats my food” Kid smirks.

You glance between them.

“…Are you two trying to bribe me?”

“No” Law says.

“Yes” Kid says at the same time.

“MEAT NIGHT!!!”

Both men nearly jump as Luffy appears out of nowhere, hanging upside down from a tree branch above you like a happy little menace.

“I saved you the biggest steak!” he grins “And I got Usopp to make you a sea cow milkshake! You have to come now!”

You burst out laughing.

All three of them stare at you.

“Okay,” you say, wiping a tear from your eye, “this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous” Luffy mumbles into your hair, now fully clung to your back like a backpack.

“Don’t touch her like that...” Kid growls.

“She’s not yours” Law adds.

“She’s mine right now!” Luffy says proudly, kicking his feet in the air.

You let out a long sigh, smiling at them all.

“Alright. How about this. Since you’re all going the same way, I spend one day on each ship. Three days, three ships. Fair?”

They look at each other. Then at you.

“…Fine” Law says first.

“Tch. I guess that works” Kid mutters.

Luffy hums “Only if I get to keep her the fourth day!”

“What fourth day?”

And just like that, they’re bickering again.

You sit back with your plate of dumplings, the new book in your lap, and Luffy still clinging to you like an overgrown plushie.

Yeah. Life is good.

The moon is up now. The island is quiet except, of course, for your three boyfriends standing in a triangle around you, arms crossed and eyes sharp like you’re about to make the most important decision in the world.

You hold up the coin “Heads is Luffy. Tails is Law. If it lands on the edge, I go with Kid.”

Kid’s eye twitches “What?!”

“Relax,” you smirk “It’s a joke. Two rounds. First flip is Law versus Luffy. The winner faces Kid. Final flip decides who gets me first.”

They all freeze.

“…That’s so dumb it might work” Kid mutters, crossing his arms.

“I accept this tournament” Luffy says seriously, like it’s a sacred honor.

Law just sighs “We’re gambling for time with our girlfriend. Ridiculous.”

“Still playing, though?” you smirk.

“…Obviously.”

You clap your hands once “Alright. First round: Luffy versus Law. Heads for Luffy, Tails for Law. Let the Coin Games begin.”

You flip it high. All three captains tilt their heads to watch it spin.

Clink.

“Tails!” you call “Law wins the first round!”

“HAH,” Law smirks, pushing his hair back “Try again next time, Straw Hat.”

“NNNOOOO!” Luffy drops to his knees like you just told him meat is illegal “I wanted to go first!”

You pat his head gently “So cute. It’s Law vs. Kid now.”

“Easy,” Kid scoffs, stepping forward “He’s going down.”

Law rolls his neck like he’s prepping for a fight “I hate this coin.”

You flip again.

It spins.

Clink.

“Heads,” you say, blinking down at it “Kid wins.”

Kid raises both fists in the air “HELL. YES.”

Law just stares in silence, his soul briefly leaving his body.

“I lost to him?” he whispers.

Luffy’s already back on his feet, grabbing your hand “I love this game! We should do this every week!”

Kid grins down at you “Guess who’s staying on the Metal Queen tonight?”

You sigh, half-laughing, half-panicking.

“Fine. Kid wins this round. But you two get your turns after, okay?”

Law and Luffy both grumble in unison but nod.

You don’t miss the way Law mutters “best two out of three” under his breath.

Or how Luffy is already planning “revenge”.

Aboard the Victoria Punk, the ship smells like oil, metal, and faint spice from the kitchen. It’s loud. Messy. Kind of chaotic. Very Kid.

He walks with you through the deck like he owns the world. Probably because he thinks he does.

“You’re not cold, right?” he asks suddenly, pulling off his heavy coat and tossing it around your shoulders without warning.

“It’s warm” you say with a soft smile, hugging it around yourself.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking away “Yeah. Whatever.”

Later, you sit in his workshop while he tinkers with something strange and sparking. He lets you sit on the counter, tosses you tools when you ask, and only yells a little when you nearly press a self-destruct button.

“I like when you’re here,” he mumbles, not looking at you “Ship feels less… noisy.”

You blink “Kid. Your ship is always noisy.”

“Exactly.”

You chuckle, reaching down to brush a bit of oil off his cheek. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to your palm like it’s no big deal.

You don’t tell him your heart stutters. He doesn’t need the ego boost.

You wake up in Kid’s room. It’s not as scary as people would think. Sure, there’s a pile of gears in one corner and his desk looks like a mad inventor lives there (he kind of does), but the bed is surprisingly soft.

Probably because he shoved every blanket on the ship onto it last night.

You stretch, blinking as the first rays of sunlight sneak through the window. A heavy weight is across your waist.

You look down.

Kid’s metal arm is draped over you like a guard rail. His face is pressed into the pillow beside yours, red hair a mess, mouth slightly open. He’s snoring. Just a little.

You try to move.

The arm tightens.

“…Don’t” he mutters, still half-asleep.

“I need to pee.”

“…Hold it.”

You snort “Wow. Romantic.”

He finally opens one eye “You got somewhere else to be?”

“I mean, eventually? The deal was one day each.”

“Tch.” He flops onto his back, metal arm now resting across your stomach like a very heavy paperweight “Not a good deal. Should’ve fought harder.”

“You won.”

“Yeah. But now I gotta give you up.”

You pause.

“…Did you just say something sweet?”

“No. Shut up.” He throws a pillow at your face.

You toss it back.

He catches it midair, grinning “You really like that coin more than me, huh?”

You smirk “The coin doesn’t snore.”

“Liar. Coin’s boring. I’m way more fun.”

He leans in and kisses you hard, no warning, no softness. It’s all teeth and heat and Kid. He pulls back just enough to murmur “Next time, I’m not letting that stupid surgeon or Straw Hat touch you for a week.”

You raise an eyebrow “Jealous?”

“Damn right I am.”

You wrap your arms around his neck “Then make this day count.”

He grins.

Challenge accepted.

Later on you stand at the edge of the harbor, bag over your shoulder, Law’s submarine already waiting in the water like a quiet shadow. You can see Shachi waving from the deck. Bepo’s holding a handmade welcome banner. It’s adorable.

Behind you, Kid is scowling like he just bit into something sour.

“You don’t have to go, you know” he mutters, arms crossed. His metal arm whirs softly as he flexes it without meaning to.

“I do,” you say, turning to face him “We had a deal.”

“Deals can be broken.”

“Not this one.”

He glares at the submarine like it insulted him personally “Stupid bathtub ship.”

You smirk “Aww. Are you gonna miss me, Captain Angry?”

“…No” he lies.

You step closer, rising up to kiss his cheek “Well, I’ll miss you.”

He shifts awkwardly, lips twitching like he’s fighting a smile. But when you start walking away, he follows behind you like an annoyed cat.

You reach the dock. Law’s crew starts lowering a little platform to pick you up.

Kid frowns deeper “This is dumb.”

“Don’t start” you sigh.

“I don’t like this.”

“You agreed to this.”

“Under protest.”

You glance back at him, amused “Come on, Kid. Sharing is caring.”

That does it.

“I share nothing with them!” he snaps, voice echoing.

You turn around slowly, tilting your head. Then you smile. Not teasing. Not smug. Just soft.

“You do,” you say quietly “You share me.”

Kid blinks. His jaw clenches.

You can almost see the NO I DON’T forming on his lips, but he doesn’t say it.

He looks at you and his scowl twitches into something closer to pain “That’s different.”

“I know,” you whisper, stepping up to him one last time. You press your forehead to his “But I come back. Every time.”

He exhales through his nose “You better.”

“I will.”

“You better wear the coat I gave you. It smells like me.”

“…That’s why you gave it to me?”

He shrugs, smug again “Marking my territory.”

You shake your head, laughing, and step onto the lift as it takes you down toward the sub.

Kid watches the whole way, eyes sharp, arms folded tight across his chest.

You wave.

He doesn’t wave back but you know he’s still watching, until the sub door closes behind you.

The inside of the Polar Tang is calm, quiet, and weirdly clean. After the wild noise of Kid’s ship, it’s like walking into a library, if libraries smelled like antiseptic and steel.

Bepo meets you at the entrance with the banner still in his paws.

“Welcome aboard, Y/N! Captain said you’re not allowed to do any chores. And also that we have to ‘give you space’ but I don’t know what that means!”

“Thanks, Bepo,” you giggle “He’s just being dramatic.”

“I heard that” comes Law’s voice from down the hallway.

You walk toward it, dragging your bag behind you, and turn the corner to find him already leaning against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look bored.

He looks at you for one second too long.

You raise an eyebrow “What?”

“You’re five minutes late.”

“I know, Kid was being… Kid. But I’ll make up for it.” You smirk.

He glances away “Good.”

You roll your eyes and keep walking “So what’s the plan? Books? Tea? Staring at walls in silence?”

“I made a schedule.”

You freeze “You… what?”

He pulls a folded paper from his coat pocket “It includes meals, reading time, coffee breaks, and precisely two hours of optional nap time.”

You stare “You made me a day plan?”

“It’s important to have structure.”

You press your lips together “You’re such a weirdo.”

“You’re the one who dates me. And I’m the most normal one here and out there.”

You both smirk.

Later you’re in his room. Wrapped in one of his giant coats. Reading.

Law’s on the couch across from you. Also reading. Except he’s definitely not reading anymore because he keeps glancing over the top of the book every ten seconds.

Finally, you sigh and close yours “Okay. What is it?”

“…What?”

“You’re staring.”

“I am not.”

“You are definitely staring.”

He shuts his book and leans back “You smell like Kid.”

You blink. Then grin “Oh my god. Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Law…”

He mutters something under his breath and gets up, walking over to you. He plucks the coat off your shoulders, drops it on the floor, and replaces it with his own. It smells like clean linen and ink and something you’ve decided is just “him”.

You blink up at him, amused.

He leans down, cups your chin, and kisses you slow and deliberate.

When he pulls back, he mumbles, “There. Better.”

“Still jealous, though.”

“Shut up.”

You laugh and curl into his coat, dragging him down beside you on the bed.

It’s quiet. Warm. Comfortable.

This is his love language. Quiet touches. Shared books. Little things that say, you matter.

He tucks you close, arm around your waist, whispering almost shyly, “Don’t fall asleep yet. You haven’t had coffee.”

You smile against his chest.

“I don’t need coffee. I have you.”

He groans softly “That was awful.”

“You loved it.”

“…Yeah.”

You wake up warm, tucked under smooth sheets. Everything smells like fresh cotton and old paper.

Law is still asleep behind you, breathing steady against the back of your neck.

He’s the kind of sleeper that holds on without meaning to, one arm around your middle, the other curled loosely near your head like a shield.

You shift a little.

The grip tightens instantly.

“…It’s not time yet” he mumbles, voice gravelly from sleep.

You smile, still half-asleep yourself “We have around twenty minutes.”

“That’s twenty minutes too soon.”

You laugh softly “You made the schedule, remember?”

He groans and presses his face into your shoulder “Mistake.”

You turn to face him. He’s got bed hair, soft eyes, and that quiet pout he doesn’t know he makes in the morning.

“You could just come with me, you know” you tease.

“No.” He closes his eyes again “He’s too loud. And he’s going to jump on me.”

“True.”

You brush a hand over his bangs, then kiss the spot between his brows “But I’ll miss you.”

His eyes open slowly. Golden brown, focused. Honest.

“…I’ll miss you too.”

You both lie there for a little longer before he finally sighs and sits up, stretching “Come on. I’ll walk you to the dock.”

The Thousand Sunny bobs cheerfully at the edge of the water. Luffy is already waving both arms like a windmill “Y/N! Y/N! I made snacks! Hurry before Usopp eats them!”

You shake your head, laughing.

Law stands beside you, hands in his coat pockets, watching like he’s preparing for surgery. His mouth is a flat line, his shoulders a little too stiff.

“He’s… excited” you offer carefully.

“He’s loud.”

“You said that already.”

“He’s going to drop you.”

“I’ll survive.”

“…Unlikely.”

You nudge him with your elbow “You’re allowed to be annoyed. Just don’t kill him.”

Law exhales through his nose, not quite a laugh “No promises.”

You look up at him and smile softly “You know, Kid yelled the whole time when I left. You’re kind of… the opposite.”

“I don’t yell” he says, insulted.

“No, I know. You… hold it all in.”

He glances at you, eyes unreadable “Is that a bad thing?”

You shake your head “No. It’s a you thing.”

You lean up on your toes and kiss him. Slow. Thoughtful. Long enough to make Luffy groan loudly in the distance.

“STOP KISSING, START WALKING!”

You both ignore him for a second longer.

When you pull away, Law presses something into your hand, a folded note. You blink.

“What’s this?”

“A list.”

You open it and read: “Come back safe. Drink water. Don’t fall off the ship. Don’t forget me.”

You smile so wide it almost hurts.

“Romantic and bossy at the same time” you tease.

He shrugs “I multitask”

You take a few steps away, then pause and turn.

“Hey, Law?”

“…Yeah?”

“I’ll come back. I always do.”

He doesn’t smile. But his voice is soft.

“I know.”

You barely make it onto the Sunny before Luffy tackles you in a flying hug.

“YOU’RE HERE!!!” he shouts, arms wrapped tightly around your waist like you’re a piece of treasure he thought might vanish.

“Luffy! Breathing! Air!” you wheeze, laughing as he spins you in a circle.

The crew just watches fondly, like they’ve seen this a hundred times before.

“You’re late!” Luffy declares, finally setting you down.

“I’m literally on time.”

“But I missed you!”

You open your mouth to reply, but he suddenly cups your cheeks, squishing them “Do you smell like Law?! Ew!”

You grin “He gave me a coat.”

“I’M BURNING IT.”

Later he gives you a tour of the ship again like it’s your first time.

“Here’s your room! Just kidding, you can sleep in my hammock!”

“This is the kitchen—Sanji said I can’t cook anything, but I might have made snacks.”

“This is where Usopp and I tried to make a rocket once! It almost worked!”

He’s chaos on legs, grabbing your hand and dragging you from one spot to the next with endless energy.

But the moment you say, “Luffy, slow down” he stops instantly and looks back at you, worried.

“You okay?”

You blink “Yeah. I just want to be with you. You don’t have to impress me. And I’ve been on this ship thousands of times.”

He tilts his head, smile softening “I know. I just wanna show you stuff. ‘Cause you’re mine.”

You raise an eyebrow “Part mine.”

He frowns, dramatic “Don’t say that!”

You laugh and tug him down to sit on the deck. The stars are starting to show. The ocean sways under the ship like a giant heartbeat.

You lie back.

He flops down next to you, arms behind his head.

“I like this” he says.

“Just lying here?”

“Yeah. With you. It feels like the end of a good meal.”

You turn your head to look at him “That’s your best way of describing love, huh?”

“Yup!” He grins “Warm, full, and happy.”

You nudge him “You’re getting good at this.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“On who?”

He grins wider “On you.”

Later that night you’re curled in his hammock, swaying gently. Luffy’s tangled up with you, head on your chest, arms around your waist, snoring softly.

For someone who never stops moving, he sleeps like he never wants to let go.

You brush a hand through his hair.

“I’ll come back” you whisper, though he’s already dreaming.

He mumbles something.

You lean down.

“Luffy?”

“…Don’t go too long.”

Your heart twists.

“I won’t” you promise.

You’re still on the Sunny in the morning, sitting on the edge of the deck with your legs swinging over the side, sun warming your face.

Luffy’s beside you, leaning against the railing with a toothy grin, snacking on meat like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Then you hear it.

A mechanical thunk and a soft hum of teleportation.

You glance back.

Law steps onto the deck with his hands in his pockets. Kid is right behind him, arms crossed, face unreadable. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

Luffy waves like it’s a reunion party “You’re late!”

“We weren’t invited” Law deadpans.

“Still late.”

You turn to them both, heart already in your throat.

“You guys came to fight over who gets the next turn?” you ask, even though you already know.

Law shrugs, casual on the outside “I assumed the coin toss would happen again.”

“Yeah,” Luffy says “Let’s flip it! Where’s the coin?! I'm going to win this time!”

You hold up your hand.

“No.”

They both pause. Even Luffy blinks at you.

Kid doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His jaw’s tight. That angry glint in his eye is gone, replaced by something more dangerous, quiet.

And that’s what gets you.

Because Kid is never quiet. He’s yelling, cursing, stomping, alive.

And right now he looks like someone who’s afraid if he opens his mouth, he’ll say something he can’t take back.

You step forward, past Law, past Luffy.

“I’m not flipping a coin this time,” you say softly “I’m going with Kid.”

His head jerks a little, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“I said something dumb last time,” you continue “I thought I was being funny. But you’ve barely looked at me since then. You haven’t said a single thing, and that’s… not like you.”

He stays silent.

You step even closer, just a few feet away now.

“I think I hurt you. And if I did… I’m sorry.”

Finally, his jaw unclenches. His voice comes out rough, like it’s been held back too long.

“You didn’t hurt me” he says, not meeting your eyes.

“Then what?”

He looks at you and shrugs, like it’s not a big deal.

“I just don’t like when the person I’d rip the sea apart for calls herself something I have to share.”

Your heart cracks and stitches at the same time.

Before you can say anything, Luffy steps forward and grins.

“Okay!” he says “Then it’s Kid’s turn!”

Law doesn’t argue either. He just gives you a soft look. A knowing one.

“…a week each?” he says, not to Kid, but to you.

You nod and smile softly “That would be great.”

As you walk back toward the dock with Kid, he finally speaks again.

“…You don’t have to come back with me, you know.”

You look up “I want to.”

He looks away, ears a little red “…Good.”

Behind you, Luffy waves “BYE! DON’T DO TOO MUCH KISSING WITHOUT ME!”

Law just mutters something under his breath about idiots and walks away.

But in that silence, those few moments where nobody argues, nobody fights, you know that they understand. Not just you. Not just their place in your world. But they understand each other.

Even if they’d never say it out loud.

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When the requests are open again : Nico Robin X Photography Enthusiast! Male reader

I accept requests only when I’ll open them 🥺 so sorry

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I totally understand that your requests aren’t open rn but after reading your yandere law one-shot and listening to Jealous Girl by Lana Del Rey on repeat could I eventually request something with an equally obsessive reader??

I have one old request I still have to work on so it means I’m going to re-open the requests soon 👀

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Forgot to post this ✨

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could i please request reader who’s Tamaran (like starfire from teen titans), the straw hats are chilling on an island and exploring. while they gather around for dinner, reader crashes near the sunny. you know the usual; luffy’s fascinated, sanji’s simping, nami, chopper & usopp cower in fear, etc. the reader can either be romantic or platonic with the straw hats. but she’s gotta kiss one of the guys to know/understand their language. maybe Sanji and he passes out from a nose bleed?🤭 or she kisses luffy or zoro (and sanji pouts of course). after settling down, she explains herself. you can continue the rest, i’ll leave it to you😉 please and thank you!!

Alien Kiss

strawhat crew x fem!reader (platonic)

a/n: I loved this idea!! thank youuuu

words count: 1.9k

tags: platonic but with a kiss, tamaran!reader, humor, fluff, first contact, alien culture shock

masterlist || ko-fi

The sun is setting on a small tropical island. The Straw Hat Pirates have made camp near the beach, with the Thousand Sunny anchored close to shore. A fire crackles in the center of their circle. Meat sizzles. Luffy drools. Sanji flips skewers with style.

“Man, this island’s got some good fruit!” Usopp says, tossing a mango up and catching it.

“And herbs!” Chopper adds, holding up some strange green leaves “These can help with fever!”

Robin smiles softly, reading a book under a palm tree. Franky lounges beside her, sipping cola through a curly straw. Brook hums a tune. Nami counts the day’s haul with a greedy sparkle in her eye.

Just a normal evening.

Then the sky rips open.

A streak of bright orange and pink fire cuts across the sky fast, burning, alive. The crash shakes the ground, sending birds flying into the sky.

BOOM!

“WHAAAAT WAS THAT?!” Usopp shrieks, diving behind Chopper.

“That was too close!” Nami yells, ducking.

“It came from near the ship!” Robin says, already on her feet.

“Let’s goooo!!” Luffy grins and sprints toward the beach.

The Straw Hats rush toward the impact zone, weapons and curiosity ready. Smoke rises in a glowing cloud. The ground is scorched in a ring around something… no, someone.

You.

You’re lying face-down in the sand, groaning, your long fiery hair fanned out like a burning sun. Your armor is cracked and your cape torn, but you’re alive. Barely. You lift your head slowly, golden eyes squinting at the group.

Luffy stares “Woaaaah.”

“A beautiful woman just fell from the sky!” Sanji says, hearts popping in his eyes “I must be dreaming!”

“Don’t go near her!” Nami warns, grabbing Luffy and Chopper by their collars.

“She could be dangerous!” Luffy says, trembling.

“Or need help…” Chopper murmurs, looking worried.

You sit up slowly, wincing “Mmm… Ow… Where… is the… where am I…?”

Everyone freezes. They don’t understand what you’re saying and your voice is melodic, but your words are jumbled, your language alien. You look around, confused. Then your eyes land on the blonde guy with heart eyes, closer to you.

You crawl to reach him.

“I must… do the kissing now” you think, reaching for his face.

Sanji blinks “Eh? What do you—”

SMOOCH.

Sanji’s eyes go wide. He wobbles.

Then he collapses in a dramatic swoon “She kissed meeee—!”

Thud.

Nosebleed. Unconscious.

“…That guy is so weird” Zoro mutters.

You wipe your lips and nod, now understanding their words.

“There. I speak your language now.” You stand slowly, wobbly but tall “Greetings! I am Y/N of Tamaran. I come in peace!”

Luffy bursts out laughing “She’s cool!”

“You kissed him just to speak our language?” Nami asks, still suspicious.

“Yes. It is how we learn on Tamaran,” you explain with a shrug “Is he okay?” You poke Sanji with your foot.

“He’ll live” Robin says, amused.

Brook steps forward “Do you always kiss people to learn languages? May I volunteer next?”

“Back off, skeleton” Zoro grunts.

Luffy grins, walking up to you “You fell from the sky! That was so awesome!”

“Yes. My ship exploded,” you say “But it is fine. I have survived many crashes.”

“You hungry?” he asks, like it’s the most obvious question in the world.

Your eyes light up “Very.”

The fire crackles again as the Straw Hats settle back around it, now with one extra person.

You sit between Luffy and Robin, a plate of food in front of you piled way too high. You eat like someone who hasn’t eaten in days, which is true. Luffy tries to keep up, matching you bite for bite.

“This is most delicious!” you say, cheeks stuffed, sauce on your chin.

“I like you!” Luffy says with a mouthful of meat “You eat like me!”

Robin chuckles “She might be the only one who can.”

Chopper watches from across the fire, whispering to Usopp “She kissed Sanji…”

Usopp stares, still wide-eyed “That was so fast. I didn’t even blink. It was just boom! Lip-lock!”

Nami leans forward, smirking “Okay, I have to ask. Why did you pick Sanji of all people?”

You blink “He was the closest one and also the only one who looked like he wouldn’t have killed me after it. He looked very… open.”

“Pffft—open?!” Usopp bursts into laughter.

“More like too open,” Zoro says, arms crossed “Next time try kissing a rock. Might be less dramatic.”

You tilt your head “Was that not correct? Is kissing not acceptable for the learning of tongues?”

“Not on this planet!” Nami laughs.

“I told you I should’ve gone first” Brook mutters.

Luffy scratches his head “So you kiss someone, and boom—you get to know their words?”

“Yes,” you say “It is how my people learn other languages quickly. A deep connection.”

“Sanji’s ‘deep connection’ was his blood pressure” Usopp snorts.

The cook is still lying nearby, an ice pack on his head. His nose is stuffed with tissues. He groans softly.

“She… kissed me…” he whispers.

“Wake up, Romeo,” Nami says, kicking him lightly “She kissed you out of necessity, not romance.”

“It was the language kiss!” you add. “I did not feel the butterflies in the belly.”

Sanji twitches “Not even a little…?”

“No butterflies” you say firmly, shoving another bite of food into your mouth.

Zoro snorts “You picked the worst guy to kiss.”

“I am seeing that now,” you admit, looking down at Sanji’s dazed face “Is he always like this?”

“Unfortunately” Nami says.

Luffy bursts into laughter “He’ll be fine! He just needs a few hours and maybe a cold bath!”

“I’m honored… even if it meant nothing…” Sanji whispers dramatically.

“You’ll live” Chopper says, dragging a blanket over him.

You lean back against a log, warm and full now, watching the moon rise.

“I like you people,” you say “You are strange. Loud. And full of meat.”

Luffy throws an arm around your shoulder “You’re one of us now!”

“Should we make her kiss more people so she knows more languages?” Usopp jokes.

“No!” everyone yells.

You laugh loud and bright, like a star crackling through the sky.

The night air is warm, and the sky is full of stars. Most of the crew lounges around the fire, bellies full, half-asleep.

Except for Luffy, who’s still staring at you with sparkles in his eyes.

“So wait… you can fly, right?”

You nod, licking sauce off your fingers “Of course.”

“COOOOOL!” he gasps, nearly falling backward “Can you show us?!”

You shrug “Sure.”

You hop to your feet. Everyone watches as a soft glow forms around your body, golden and warm. Your hair floats slightly, and your eyes shimmer. Then you rise off the ground like a rocket, stopping midair above the campfire.

Chopper’s jaw drops “She’s floating!”

“No way…!” Usopp stares up in awe.

You flip midair, do a small spin, and land lightly on your feet again.

“WOAH!! DO IT AGAIN!!” Luffy yells, jumping up.

“Okay” you grin and shoot upward like a comet, then streak across the beach before coming to a smooth stop midair again.

“Her flight is strong” Robin says with an impressed smile.

“She’s like a glowing bird!” Chopper squeaks.

Zoro nods once “I’ll admit… that’s pretty badass.”

You land again and dust yourself off like it’s nothing.

“I can also shoot energy blasts. And punch through steel. And lift very heavy things. But only when I am not hungry.”

“Like a superhuman alien lady warrior princess?” Usopp says, eyes wide.

“Exactly.”

Luffy grins wider than ever “JOIN MY CREW!”

The camp goes silent.

Nami nearly drops her drink “Luffy.”

“Join us!” Luffy says again, grabbing your hands “You’re strong! You can fly! You’d be awesome on the crew!”

“Luffy, idiot, maybe she doesn’t want to join.” Nami says, glaring at him “She probably has a home somewhere, or people looking for her. Maybe she wants to go back.”

You pause.

Then you shake your head.

“No. I do not wish to go back.”

Everyone turns toward you.

Luffy blinks “Huh? You don’t?”

You sit down again, quieter now “My planet… Tamaran… is not kind. I was a princess, yes. But they feared me. Treated me like a weapon. My own sister betrayed me. I was not free.”

There’s a silence.

You look up, eyes calm but serious.

“I crashed here by accident. But… meeting you all? Laughing? Eating? This feels more like home than anything I have known in years.”

Nami frowns slightly “Oh…”

“I do not know what will happen next,” you add “But I would like to stay. If you will have me.”

Luffy grins like a kid given a second dessert “You’re in!!”

“YAY!” Chopper cheers.

Sanji, now conscious and with a tissue in his nose, weakly raises a fist “Welcome… to the crew… my starlight…”

“You’ll fit right in” Robin says, amused.

“Just don’t burn the ship” Franky adds.

Brook bows “Welcome aboard, Miss Space Princess!”

You smile, full and bright. For once, not running. Not hiding. Not being used.

Zoro nods “Looks like we got another weirdo.”

You smirk “You’re welcome.”

Later that night, the waves roll gently against the shore, and the Thousand Sunny glows softly under the moonlight. The fire has died down, and the crew lounges around in that sleepy, post-feast haze.

“Hey,” Usopp says suddenly, pointing at you “Wait. You have powers. Crazy powers.”

“True” you say, still picking at a mango slice.

“So…” he squints “Did you eat a Devil Fruit or everyone in your planet is like you?”

You blink “What is a devil fruit?”

Nami raises an eyebrow “Cursed fruits that give people powers but make them sink like a rock in water.”

“Yeah,” Chopper says “Luffy, me, Robin, Brook—most of us can’t swim.”

Luffy grins and slaps his chest “Worth it!”

You tilt your head “No. I did not eat any devil fruit.”

Zoro leans forward slightly “So you can still swim?”

You nod “Of course. Want me to show you?”

Before anyone answers, you stand up and start running straight toward the water. You glow again, like a comet, and leap into the sea with a perfect dive—splash!

Everyone rushes to the edge of the beach.

Luffy’s eyes are stars “SHE’S SWIMMING!!”

In the moonlight, your figure glides through the water effortlessly, spinning and flipping like it’s nothing. You leap out and dive again, laughing as you surface.

“Okay, now she’s just showing off” Usopp mutters.

“She can fly and swim?” Chopper says, eyes wide “That’s not fair!”

“I don’t like how useful she is” Zoro says with a smirk.

Nami crosses her arms “Great. Now I’m gonna have to hear Luffy say ‘fly me in the sky’ for the next three weeks.”

“I CAN fly with her!!” Luffy shouts “Y/N!! LET’S FLY!! ACTUALLY LET'S FLY RACE!! I AM GOING TO JUMP FASTER!!!”

You swim back to shore and step out, water dripping down your armor, grinning “You will lose.”

“You don’t know that!!” he yells, already bouncing on his heels.

You glance around at the crew, still in disbelief, still amazed, still laughing. You didn’t mean to end up here. But it feels like you belong.

Sanji, wrapped in a blanket, gives a dreamy sigh “A beauty who can cook a man with her gaze and still swim… I am not worthy…”

You wrinkle your nose “Still weird.”

“Fair.”

You plop down again next to Robin, who offers you a towel.

“You really want to stay?” she asks softly.

You nod.

“I do.”

She smiles “Good.”

The stars stretch overhead, the sea sparkles, and for once, you don’t feel like you’re falling.

You feel like you’ve landed exactly where you were meant to.

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I feel the need to apologize on behalf of all the people who, despite loving your work obviously can not read that request are closed

omg I appreciate it, but there’s no need to apologise 🥺 I guess sometimes people gets excited and don’t mind what’s written in there so they don’t see it at all, I guess it can happen. But thank you for your message aw 🫶

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I love your Account so much! 🥹 I found you thanks to your absolutely wonderful Luffy stuff and now i can't stop reading almost everything when i get a notification of your blog!!

I actually prepared a small list of requests i will probably send in when your requests are open again hehe

Stay hydrated and don't forget to take break! Thank you for your great work!! ✨️💚

thank you soooo much, this is so sweet and cute 🩷🥺 I really appreciate it

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Hii I love your writing so much and was wondering if you were interested in writing monster trio/ace (whatever you feel like) knight x princess reader?! I think it would be so cute and maybe a little angst with the reader forced into marriage with another prince >.< Anyways I hope you have a good day I love your fics so much thank you for your work ^.^

helloooo, thank you so much but requests are closed at the moment 🥺🫶

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Hi I have a request if they’re open!! Could you maybe do a Law x reader where she fell overboard and nearly drowned (but he saved her ofc) and him just being worried and protective? 👀

Overboard

law × reader

a/n: hope I made it cuteee

words count: 1.4k

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, protective law, fluff, near drowning

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The sea is calm. Too calm.

You lean over the rail of the Polar Tang, watching the water sparkle under the sun. A soft breeze brushes your hair. You smile. Peaceful moments like this are rare.

Then, the ship rocks.

Just a little. But it’s enough.

Your foot slips. Your hand grabs for the rail, but misses.

You fall.

The cold hits you like a punch. Salt water fills your nose, your mouth. You try to scream, but it’s useless. The ocean pulls you down.

“Y/N!”

Law’s voice cuts through the air. Sharp. Panicked.

Shachi runs to the side “She fell—she fell overboard!”

Law’s eyes are wide. He’s already moving. Fast “Ring. Now!”

Bepo tosses him a life ring. Law doesn’t hesitate. He throws it, eyes scanning the surface.

“Where is she?!”

“There!” Penguin points. Just a flash of your hand before it disappears again.

“Room.”

His fingers twitch. A blue bubble appears over the water.

Law grits his teeth “Shambles.”

In a blink, your soaked, limp body appears in front of him, inside the Room. He drops to his knees, catches you before you hit the deck.

“Y/N!” His voice is rough “Hey. Hey—breathe.”

You don’t move.

“Dammit.” He places you flat. His hands are shaking.

“Move!” he snaps. The others back away. Law leans down. Checks your pulse. Weak. Barely there.

He starts CPR.

One compression. Two. Three “Come on.”

Your lips are blue. Hair plastered to your face.

He gives you air.

Another round “Come on, damn you. Breathe.”

Then you cough. Hard. Salt water splashes from your mouth. You gasp. Choke. Your body shakes.

“Y/N.” His voice breaks “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

You blink up at him, eyes dazed “L-Law?”

He pulls you into his arms before you can say more “You scared the hell out of me.”

You try to smile, but cough again “Y-You… saved me…”

He holds you tighter “You idiot. I can’t swim. If you hadn’t been close—”

“But you still did it.”

“Of course I did.”

You rest your head against his chest, weak but alive.

He presses his lips to your wet forehead.

“You’re never going near the edge again. Ever.”

It’s been two days.

You’re fine now, mostly. Still a little sore, still coughing sometimes. But breathing, walking, laughing. Alive.

Law watches you like you might fall again.

“Don’t lean on the rail.”

You raise your brow “I’m just standing.”

“You’re too close.”

You step back with a small sigh “Fine, Captain.”

He narrows his eyes “I’m serious.”

“I know. I know, Law.”

You smile at him, soft and thankful. His glare weakens a little. Only a little.

Later, in the mess hall, you sit between Shachi and Penguin.

They grin the second Law walks in.

“Hey, Captain!” Shachi elbows you “Y/N’s not drowning in her soup, you can relax!”

Law stops. Looks at them. Slowly.

“I can throw you overboard,” he says calmly “We’ll see how funny it is then.”

“Okay, okay—jeez, we’re just joking” Penguin laughs.

Bepo chuckles “He’s been checking the life rings twice a day now.”

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh. Law glares at all of them, then looks at you.

You’re smiling. That smile he nearly lost.

His expression softens again. Just a bit “Eat your food” he mutters, sitting next to you.

You nudge his arm “You okay?”

“I wasn’t” he says, quiet, for only you to hear.

You reach under the table and grab his hand “I know. But I’m here.”

He holds on tight.

The next morning, you walk toward the deck.

Law’s voice comes from behind you.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some air.”

He steps beside you “I’m coming with you.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t complain.

On deck, the sea is calm again. Sun rising, golden and slow.

You look over the rail, carefully. Law’s hand grabs your waist.

“Don’t.”

You lean back against his chest instead “Okay, okay.”

He wraps his arms around you. Protective. Strong.

“I’m not losing you to the sea” he says.

“You won’t.”

“You almost did.”

You tilt your head back “But you pulled me back.”

He leans down, kisses your temple “Next time, I’ll chain you to the floor.”

You laugh “Romantic.”

He smirks “I try.”

Law is still following you around. Not that you mind.

He doesn’t say much. Just appears wherever you go. Like a very tall, very grumpy shadow with a medical license.

You’re trying to read on the couch in the infirmary. Law sits at his desk across the room, pretending to do paperwork.

But he’s not writing. Just watching you.

You glance up “You can sit with me, you know.”

He hesitates for half a second. Then walks over and drops beside you. Not touching, but close.

You nudge his arm “Still keeping an eye on me?”

He doesn’t answer. Just pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and throws it over you.

“You were shivering” he says.

You weren’t.

You smile “Thanks.”

Later, you lie in bed in your shared room. Law is reading a medical journal beside you, propped on one elbow. Your head rests on his chest, his fingers absently running through your hair.

“You’re breathing normally” he murmurs.

You smile against his shirt “That’s a weird thing to say.”

“Not for me.”

You look up “I scared you that much?”

His fingers pause. Then move again. Slower. Softer.

“Yes.”

You kiss his collarbone gently “I’m sorry.”

He pulls you closer, rests his chin on your head “Just… don’t scare me again.”

“I’ll try,” you whisper “But if I do, I know you’ll save me.”

His chest rises in a small sigh “Always.”

The next morning, you find a folded vest by your boots.

It’s heavy-duty. Bright yellow. With little fish drawings on it.

There’s a note:

“Wear this when you go near the ocean. —L”

You blink. Then burst out laughing.

Shachi sees it and cackles “Captain really went and got you a baby floatie, huh?”

“It’s cute!” Bepo says, tail wagging.

Law walks in. Sees you holding the vest.

His face is completely serious “Put it on.”

You hug it to your chest “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m keeping you alive,” he says “Even if I have to embarrass you to do it.”

You walk over, wrap your arms around him.

He hugs back, burying his face in your neck for a moment.

“I love you” you whisper.

“I know,” he says quietly “I love you too.”

The day is sunny. Warm breeze. Calm waves.

You sit on the deck with Bepo, playing cards. Law’s nearby, reading, but his eyes flick to you every few seconds.

Just checking.

You pretend not to notice. But you smile every time he looks.

Shachi walks by with a broom and stops “Wow. Still breathing, huh?”

You stick out your tongue “Barely. Law’s watching like I’ll spontaneously fall into the sea again.”

Penguin grins, arms crossed “Honestly, we thought he was gonna build a fence around the whole ship.”

Law doesn’t even look up “Still considering it.”

Bepo hums “Maybe a baby leash would work better.”

Everyone laughs. Even you. Law sighs like he’s surrounded by idiots.

But then he glances at you. And his eyes soften again.

That evening, the crew throws a small party.

No reason. Just because you’re okay. Because you’re all together. And because they like to tease.

There’s food, drinks, music from a Den Den radio. You dance with Bepo, then with Shachi, then with Law who only agrees after you pull him in.

He’s awkward at first. But his arms fit perfectly around your waist. You sway slowly, not caring about rhythm.

“You’re still watching me” you say softly.

“Of course I am.”

“You’re kind of overprotective, you know.”

“I nearly lost you in that stupid way” he replies, voice low “I’ll be overprotective for a while.”

You press your forehead to his “I’m not complaining.”

“Good.”

Shachi whistles loudly “Look at the lovebirds! Careful, Captain! If she drowns in your eyes, we can’t save her!”

Penguin howls “Somebody get a lifebuoy for his feelings!”

You groan into Law’s shoulder “Why do we live with these people?”

“I ask myself that every day.”

But he’s smiling. A real, relaxed smile you don’t see often.

You take his hand and squeeze it.

“Thanks for pulling me back” you whisper.

He kisses the side of your head.

“I always will.”