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jeankluv · 1 year ago

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The after party || Trafalgar Law x reader

Warnings: +18, nsfw, jealousy, possessive law, canon universe, cocky law, fingering (f), backshots, references to a threesome (maybe in the future), a bit of past angst

Summary: Your captain gets jealous during the Wano party and you love to see him that way.

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After winning against Big Mom and Kaido, Law felt pletoric, he wasn’t a very party person but that felt like having the night of his life. He had his second drink on his hand and was watching his crew mates having fun with the rest of alliance members, but it would be a lie if he said his eyes were only focused on one particular figure.

Your waists were moving from one side to the other, making Law go crazy and feeling his cock getting harder from each moment passing. He wanted to see those waists rolling on top of him, while his dick was deep inside of you.

He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the sake cup in his hand. He needed you right now and if you kept moving like that he wouldn’t hesitate and take you out of there in a heartbeat.

You throw your head backwards, laughing at something someone said. Your hair fell back, revealing the beautiful waves you had and your chest rose and fell from laughter and exposing a little bit more of skin, making the guy in front of you blush. Law couldn’t take it anymore and he stood from his seat and walked straight to you and that guy's place.

You were still laughing when he arrived beside you and held your wrist. Law leaned towards you and kissed you roughly, inserting his tongue into your mouth. You gasped at the sensation, it wasn't the first time you had kissed but it was done in such a possessive and aggressive way. Your legs shook and Law must have noticed because he placed his hand on your lower back to steady you.

Law pulled away from you, breaking the kiss. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch your breath again. When you opened your eyes again, you saw that the man you had been animatedly chatting with was no longer there, and that you now had Law, in front of you with a look full of lust and you could swear that he was capable of undressing you and fucking you in that moment.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing Law?” You broke free from his grip.

“What princess did I interrupt your little moment?” He responded with a cocky smile.

“Yeah you did.” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“Princess you know we…”

“We?!” You laughed sarcastically. “So now there is a we? Don’t make me laugh, Law.”

“C’mon princess.” He said brushing your waist, making a shiver run down your spine.

“No Law, you made everything fucking clear back when you decided to leave us, leave me in Zou saying that whatever we had was just a hobby for you. So you don’t get jealous when you see me with anyone.” You poked him in the chest with your index finger.

Law smiled, running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. You drove him crazy and he knew he was a dick for what he said to you back then, but if he didn't make you hate him, he knew you would do anything to go with him and putting you on risk was the last fucking thing he wanted. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. Your whole body was stuck to his and you could feel how hard he was under his clothes.

“Princess… I’m not jealous.” He leaned close to your ear and whispered. “Because none of those assholes are going to be able to lay a single finger on you.” He said and bit your earlobe, making you sway.

You swallowed and looked away from his gaze. “You are a fucking dick Law. I’m sure Eustass could…”

“Don’t you dare finish that phrase, sweetheart.” He got closer to you, if that was possible.

“Didn’t you say that you weren’t jealous?” You smiled. “Does Eustass make you that nervous?” You were pushing him forward.

“That asshole could never make you feel like I do.”

“Did. We haven’t been together since what? Over a year now? I’m pretty sure Eustass could satisfy me, with those biceps and big chest.” Seeing him jealous, was driving you insane and was making you hornier.

Law tensed his jaw and scanned your face with his honey eyes. He grabbed your wrist and started walking, away from the people, the party, the noise. When you were far enough away from everyone and everything, he pushed you against what you thought was an old abandoned cabin and began to devour your lips. You gasped as you felt Law's hand make its way under your kimono, getting closer and closer to your intimate area.

“Ah…” You moaned when his index touched your clitoris.

“You like that?”

“Yes… Captain.”

“That’s my babe. You are so fucking wet and I haven’t put my fingers in you yet.” He whispered to your ear.

“That’s because… because seeing you jealous made me wet.”

“Oh… so that’s it. You like seeing your captain angry, jealous?” He said, grabbing your face.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes captain.”

He smirked and captured your lips while introducing two fingers on your pussy, making you moan in his mouth. His long fingers exploring every corner of your sex.

You cried out covering your mouth with your palm. “Yes.” You let out.

“I want to hear you baby, don’t cover that pretty mouth of yours.” He said taking your palm out of your mouth. “Baby, do you have any idea how insane you make me? How fucking sexy you looked tonight? How jealous I was whenever a bastard approached you or made you laugh.”

“Oh my god” You let out, baring your teeth as Law increased the speed of his fingers. “Please Law…” You slightly opened your eyes, feeling the tears on them. “Fuck me.”

“No.” He responded with a cocky smile. “First I want you to cum on my fingers. To make you scream my name.” He said fingering you and rubbing your clit.

You slightly open your mouth enjoying Law’s fingers on you, feeling how you were getting closer and closer to your climax. He kept on working on you while kissing your neck and still holding you tightly. Your legs started to shake as you came on his fingers

“Law!” You said loudly.

“There you are sweetie.” He held your cheeks with one hand and smiled before kissing you.

“Stop being sweet and fuck me already.” You said on his lips.

“Oh I will and everyone in Wano will know how good I make you feel.”

“Mhm.” You tasted his words like honey.

He turned you around, and held your hips firmly. You could hear her pull down her pants and with a single thrust he entered you. A moan escaped from the back of your throat and with every thrust he gave, you couldn't help but moan. Law grabbed you by the neck to bring you closer to him and kiss you again while his thrusts became stronger and faster. You loved when he got jealous and then you fucked like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck Law.” You let out. “Right there, please!”

He kept on speeding while moans also came out of his mouth, which made you hornier.

“Fuck…” He said. “I want you to come on my dick.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Do you understand, baby?” You nodded and you did as he said, you came in him with a loud moan. “That’s it baby.” He said as he came.

He pulled out of you, and you leaned against the wall as you tried to catch your breath after what had happened just now. You put on the kimono you were wearing and turned to look at him, his cheeks were red and his breathing was rapid.

“That was amazing.” You let out. “I love when you are so possessive.”

“Sure…” His cockiness was back. “But don’t you dare mention Kidd or how he could…”

“Wouldn’t you want to have a threesome with him?” You teased him with a smirk.

“Baby…” He walked towards you. “I’m the only one who can fuck you.”

“Why?” You came closer.

“Because you’re the only one for me and I’m the only one for you.” He said and left a kiss on your lips.

“Mhm…” You smiled on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind having another round during the after party.” You winked at him and started to walk away.

You felt him smile and walk next to you. “It won’t be one more round in the after party.”

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ama-ded · 4 months ago

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Комишка!!💖🤩✨

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fanaticsnail · 3 months ago

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It's been a while

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2,900+

Synopsis: Trafalgar Law has been missing his favorite courier, so at the encouragement of his first mate, he is prompted to do something about it.

Themes: Trafalgar Law x Box "Cottontail" Mila, fluff, long distance relationships, fluff, hurt / comfort, pining, longing from afar, den-den mushi, Law is tired, Law is missing his special person.

Notes: This is my half of the trade organized through the OC Discord Server for @bloglop and her beautiful OC, Mila. She gave me such a cute art piece for my Tobiuo x Heat 'Teat' ship, and I love it. I hope you like my half for your beautiful Mila! Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

Warmth swelled within the cool heart of the dark-haired captain, his chest ignited beneath the blaze of anticipated relief. Honey eyes briefly widening, they relax as his smile illuminated his cheeks with an emotion Trafalgar Law had not allowed himself to experience in so long. He knew it; he saw it every day of his life growing up in Flevance. His parents had it when their eyes met in the early hours of the day, he saw it in his sister’s eyes when she looked at her favorite desserts.

Love.

Trafalgar Law was in love.

Rolling on her heels to the balls of her feet, the twitching anxiousness was demonstrated within the grip of parchment clutched against her chest. Another delivery for the Tang: likely the recipe exchange Penguin set up between Sanji and Killer at the last meeting with Strawhat crew and the Victoria Punk.

“Mila,” Law sighed, his voice feeling foggy at the edges, echoing within the halls of the Polar Tang. He shook his head, shrugging off the tension and apprehension from his mind as he picked up speed.

Trying not to seem overeager in seeing his lover so close to him fled his thoughts, he physically couldn’t contain it any longer. He needed Mila in his arms, embraced fully against his chest and lifted up into his arms.

He wanted her, needed her, craved her in a way that felt like a part of him was missing: a part only she could fill with her presence. That little laugh, that soft stutter when she’s trying to hold her enthusiasm back, the way her ears would extend and tail would protrude when she was nervous, the buzz of life that illuminated and vibrated with excitable static. He craved to have all of that within his arms, lips touching so intimately close: sharing breaths and heartbeats as he entwined himself against her in an encumbering embrace.

His feet carried him closer, further and faster than he could ever dream of. Ignoring the wind-smudged faces of his crew, Law simply sprung hurriedly towards Mila like an iron ball from a cannon barrel.

Turning slowly towards her, the orange-hue of her widened orbs lit up and rose with her smile behind it. Expending her arms towards him, Law couldn't help but spring to close the distance between them. Hoisting her into the air, and with a large twirl to expel all the parchment from her tanned satchel. The pages seemed to float beside them as if meeting with water, held in stasis beside them while Law met his eyes against hers.

Inked hands pressed at the back of her neck, toying with the finer hair growing at the base of her scalp, he drew her into his face. Lips finally colliding, he seared into her all emotion he craved to give her through his intense kiss. Expecting the common softness to her lips, his brows furrowed where all he could feel was a coarse scratch on his skin. Parting his mouth and deepening his kiss, her lips tasted of ink blotches and black coffee stains. He shook it from his thoughts, holding on tighter and refusing to be pried from her, her embrace felt different.

“Law?” Mila’s voice ricocheted within his mind: sounding muffled as if forced to speak with a muzzle over her lips. Shaking his head, he gripped her tighter and more intently. Hands roaming and wandering, her skin felt cool to the touch and almost like steel.

“Law?” her voice sounded several tones too deep, prompting Law to almost break away from her lips pressed against his and look up into her eyes. But he couldn’t, he was too overwhelmed by the fact she was hare, and she was finally back, to care about anything else.

Mila’s hand gently reached up and grasped his shoulder, pinching and rolling the flesh between her perched digits. Shaking him from her, her strength managed to pull him away from her and force his eyes to fall on hers.

“Mila?”

All he could see in lieu of his lover was a sheet of pale paper with stains of ink and black coffee.

He had fallen asleep at his desk once again. After too many sleepless nights of peering over the edge of the Polar Tang, hoping the figure beyond the horizon was a small blotch of pink blur, he finally fell prone to the melody of sleep. Thin, paper pages stuck to his face as he jolted upright, looking immediately to the large, white fur that clutched onto his shoulders.

“Just me, Captain,” Bepo sighed softly, a small amount of sorrow caged at the corner of his tone, “I'm sorry I'm not Mila. It's-... It's been a while, hasn't it, sir?” The Polar bear mink gently reached for the page affixed to Law's face, peeling it from his skin and placing it back down in a neat pile in front of him. Several words from the parchment transported onto his skin, words in reverse staining his pores by marking his face with its blotches.

“It's… it's been a while, yeah,” he chuckled dryly, drawing his thumb and index finger up to pinch his eyes in a bid to pry the sleep from them, “M’sorry, Bepo. How long was I-?”

“-You need to call her, sir,” the first-mate spoke over his Captain. Bepo’s dark eyes seemed to command him, prompting Law to feel taken aback by the notion. He was not used to the large bear giving him commands, and making a call to his lover seemed an odd thing for him to get up in arms about.

Law sighed, smearing his hand down his face before taking his chin in his hands. Although Law seemed to raise a smile to his lips, there was no real joy in his expression. He was truly lost, a man without direction and plagued with more sleep deprivation than he was truly able to withstand.

“Look, Bepo,” Law chuckled, drawing his hand down to the desk in front of him, “I don't even know where she is right now. She could be legions away-.”

“-She’s on Komugi Island, delivering the outcome of a contract for intention for betrothal,” Bepo stated in a matter of fact way, fishing up the slumbering transponder snail and placing it on Law’s desk, “She’s staying at an accommodation close to the Charlotte’s. Call her. Please call her, sir.”

Law groaned at the pushiness of his first mate, rolling his eyes and reaching for the transponder. Tapping the shell awake, he offered it a small piece of lettuce he kept on his desk for it in payment for being awakened so abruptly. Looking up at Bepo, he shook his head with his exhaustion hanging on the small puffs of his elevated eye-bags.

“There a number I need to dial?” Law asked Bepo, who hastily spat the digits immediately. With a small grunt in gratitude with a hidden and flustered smile, Law waved Bepo away from the room and excused himself to the company of himself and the snail.

Gently rolling onto her back, Mila toyed anxiously with the ends of her blush-colored hair. The accommodation on Komugi Island made her feel more dwarfed than ever, and she was relatively tall. The land of giants, with a tyrant overlord that could potentially lose their temper with the outcome of Mila’s delivery, was otherwise quite welcoming. The minister of flour ensured her safety, the room was comfortable, and the food was incredibly sweet and playful.

The one thing that she felt truly absent from this experience was her friend and lover, the captain of the Heart Pirates. She wanted to be with him a little more often lately, but she wasn't quite sure why. There was something in the way her heart sang to him in the quiet hours.

Her body became rigid as she rolled over to her side to move within a curled position beneath the blankets. She drew up the linen material in a bid to press more weight into her. The warmth provided beneath the blankets was comforting, but it wasn't what she truly wanted.

She wanted Law.

Her job had her darting her lanky legs around all of the blues and beyond: hopping between ports within the grand line, and sprinting as a courier to deliver packages in a timely manner. She had formed connections, made bonds, curated an eclectic assortment of clients, and was a trusted ally to all those who depended on her services. She was good at her job, and her reputation by word of mouth shepherded her everywhere.

But it didn't manage to take her to the Polar Tang for some time. She missed it. The yellow submarine piloted by her beloved, hat-wearing, broody captain that she hoped cherished her as much as she did him. She loved him, and wanted to stay with him and hold him within his quarters and his office until she was certain he would eventually become sick of her.

It had been a while since Mila had experienced love in her heart, and when she met and learned about Law, it hit her like the reputable ‘gum-gum-pistol’ from their Straw-Hat ally. Love hit her so hard, she almost felt like her legs would buckle beneath its weight every time she saw him.

But, unfortunately for the both of them, she still had a job to do. She hoped she would come across someone who was in need of a courier to deliver a package to the Tang, but for now, she lay quietly buzzing with energy beneath the weight of the heavy duvet.

The Zoan-Fruit user always had trouble sleeping when facing a trial like this. A client may be disgruntled by a letter, and often want to keep her around to formulate an appropriate response to send back. Mila would get stuck in the crossfires often, and remind them softly: ‘I am just the courier, but I will ensure to relay your objectives when I deliver your response.’ She was nothing if not professional, and professional, she was.

Struggling to find rest, Mila scrunched her eyes shut and focussed on the sounds of her environment. Sizzling plates from the restaurant outside, the chirp of sweet bug song, the thumping of her anxious blood flooding her face, the soft purr of her carrier snail ringing on her desk-.

-Mila jolted upright, throwing the duvet off her body with the expectation that her client was calling her into the main keep to relay her response to the outcome of the betrothal. Putting on her best ‘professional’ voice, Mila took a deep breath as her lips curled around her words. Just as she tasted those first syllables on her tongue, she halted at the voice on the other end.

“Cottontail? You there?”

She froze. Her skin almost buzzed with the haste her shock managed to sizzle beneath her flesh. Each follicle stood like static ignited the ends of her pink tufts as her eyes flew wide. Lip quivering, hastily split her lips up into a radiant and broad grin.

“Law?” She almost squeaked, managing to compose herself enough to answer tastefully, “I’m here. I was just about to turn in for the night.” She heard Law gently huff out a curse alongside a subtle whisper of ‘time difference, I'm an idiot,’ which rose a flutter in her chest.

Silence fled from the Den-Den, an awkwardness once again present between the two of them. Neither spoke, nor made a single sound to alert the other was present. The only knowledge that another person was on the end of the transceiver was the fact that it was their snails we're awake.

As Mila plopped down on her bed once more, the snail tucked against her pillow and laying comfortably on the heavy linen, Law had managed to sneak into his personal quarters from his office, gently doing the same.

Law’s personal Den-Den buzzed gently as he lay his head down on the pale cerulean silks of his firm pillow. Considering his earlier doze, he was still feeling groggy and lethargic while his head felt heavier than what his neck could truly carry. Rolling onto his side, he blinked his heavy eyelids and spoke softly into it.

“What are…? What are you up to right now?” Law asked barely with a breath, his inhale and exhale softening out at the corners. He could almost feel Mila’s smile through the snail, picturing her face as his eyelids finally grew too heavy to remain open.

“I'm in bed, talking with you,” Mila offered gently in return, lulling him into a soft tranquility with her voice. Law smiled, nuzzling against the bedsheets and drawing up his legs to become more comfortable. He hummed a small chuckle in return with a light flush rising in his dark cheeks.

“You're right here with me, are you?” Law’s question ignited Mila’s cheeks with that rosy tint he loved to see with her fluster.

“I'm right there,” she confessed with a little shrug in her shoulders, neatly tucking herself within her blankets and nestling them around herself. Gently rising her question in her chest, she felt the small amount of fluttering anxiety swelling her heart, truly wanting him to answer honestly and truthfully. “Are you…? Are you here with me too?”

Not even a beat of a butterfly's wing passed between them as Law graced her with his answer.

“I'm there. I'm right there beside you, and,” Law halted his words, taking his time to stretch his lips through a yawn of exhaustion, “I'm gonna be there with you until the morning. Are you tired?”

“I'm not tired at all, are you?” Mila asked in response, trying to choke down the emotion at the ease his response gave to her. Through this trip, this trial of delivering such an important contract with the Charlotte's and the response they got from the recipient, it truly weighed on her. The exhaustion that came from it, the sorrow she felt at the lack of deliveries with the Tang, the way she truly wanted nothing more to be curled up in Law's quarters and listening to him talk about the latest addition to his coin collection - everything felt so raw at this moment.

At such an innocent and easy question, and hers in return, she felt the well of emotions rise up in her chest and swell behind the closed dam of her teeth.

Almost in a sense only captain's and doctors seemed to comprehend, and in the comfort Law truly wanted to receive from his beautiful courier, he whispered against the microphoned end of the snail.

“Mila, I need you to talk,” he confessed to her, feeling the weight of his own release, “I need to hear your voice, I need to hear about your day, and I need to-...” He choked on his admission, feeling heavy and vulnerable as he laid in his bed, “...I haven't been able to sleep properly. I need to sleep, and you… You always seem to be able to help me switch off. Can you do that for me? I promise it won't take long-.”

“-I’ll do it, Captain,” she cut him off, her eagerness causing Law to chuckle in a low tone. “I'll talk your ear off, and I won't stop even if you beg me to.” Mila tucked herself completely in, laying on her back, and thinking where in her journey she should start her tale.

Recounting the initial retrieval of the response from the recipient of the Charlotte family’s proposal, she began spurting a relay of every event that transpired from there. Traveling the seas, running as fast as her legs could take her, meeting Charlotte Linlin and her sons: Oven, Cracker, and Katakuri, she spoke on it all.

Every syllable the pink-haired Zoan-Fruit user was a sweet melody to the exhausted captain. Mila would ask questions to gauge where he was in his exhaustion, and Law would go from asking a question in return, to a one-worded answer, to a small grunt or moan in response.

As Mila spoke on, the slow blinks from Law’s eyes opening a crack would reveal his Den-Den shell in one moment, before dissipating to see Mila in all her cottontail glory beside him in the next. She was there, truly there, and he felt every second of it. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the smile on her lips: she was right there as she spoke within his mind’s eye.

Smiling, his chest rose and fell with each passing moment Mila would speak to him. He was prompted to set internal reminders to order some flour and sweets from Komugi island for the crew, utilizing Mila's service and giving her a reason to be with him. His rationale dictated it would be good for morale, and Penguin would appreciate the fresh produce.

Whereas all Law wanted was Mila. As he drempt, all he pictured was the waves of lengthy pink hair from the back of Mila, holding her close in his dreams as she spoke.

The next morning, he woke to hearing the soft rustle of Mila’s snores from the disgruntled and sleep deprived Den-Den snail, prompting him to give it a look of softened pity. A few small gentle taps to the eyeballs of the snail seemed to cause it comfort, so he continued to do so while he moved it over to the desk in the corner of his quarters.

He waited until she woke naturally, truly reveling in the way her little sleep sounds were truly and distinctively hers. This only spurred him on to craft a finer arrangement of items he invented to guide her home to him. He wanted her home with him.

Their home, together, right there on the Polar Tang.

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lawomi · 9 months ago

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S-Leopard or... Leo! He only ever emotes to Bepo for some time lol.

OC Omi is She/Any nonbinary

🔞 Bluesky 💃

S-Leopard or S-Seal headcanons/speculation because fun or something-- under cut

So, I'm highly doubting this seraphim exists for various reasons. Two being:

1) Law was not part of the first 7 warlords

2) The Op Op Fruit would be god damn op

3 (edit): lmao the recent anime episode reminded me they were shown all 7 seraphim pods. However, this *is* a special case, so who freaking knows.

Leo is likely not the first of the S-Leopard model to exist thanks to the ability to grant immortality. One work around I assume is maybe the seraphim can be "repaired"?

Hence...

Since these seraphim may have been multi-produced to give people immortality, they may not have been given the whole hyper-aging or gigantification the other seraphim experience.

While he obviously takes most after Law, he also has some traits of King as the other seraphim do.

Leo has...

Incredible strength & training

The ability to memorize entire books within seconds to minutes.

Adaptability to new techniques or battle styles.

A smaller replica of Kikoku

A love for soft & cute animals (resulting in Bepo being his "favorite" parent but mom's a close second since she's a mink too.)

A serious personality + is impulsive and short tempered

A love for knowledge / Medical knowledge

Law's core beliefs such as not directly killing people unnecessarily

Some of Law's core memories (although vague) of the Donquixote family.

A similar taste pallet and dress preference to Law (and King)

I like to think since seraphim are cyborgs they have humanity. Leo tends to gather his morals the more he reads about things like psychology, social studies, history, ext as well as the Heart Pirates' influences.

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moonbaby26 · 5 months ago

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Anyone else get abnormally freaked out about making some canon non-compliant mistake while writing One Piece fan fiction? There’s so many characters, so many details. Literally nearly THIRTY YEARS of content about these psychos out there at present. It’s daunting. 😭

If you don’t know what I mean about this very specific/stupid anxiety, imagine you just got into the fandom yourself. Maybe you’ve seen Law fanart and think he’s neat. You learn his backstory off wiki summaries and reels or whatever and then think he’s tragic. So you fall in love. You decide you’d be safe plopping him into a modern!au while you’re still trying to work through the manga or anime as you can.

You get a cute, fluffy idea of Law trying to propose to reader at a fancy restaurant. Cora is there for support. He’s supposed to film the proposal from another table that he and Doffy are at. Doffy is being a menace, Cora is being a klutz. It’s sitcom level comedy of errors. It’s so fun. BUT you have this whole section in there about how good the bread is at this specific restaurant. They talk about goddamn garlic bread like it was fine art because they’re both super nervous as reader already has an inkling of what is really going on.

But��LAW HATES BREAD. Yes, it’d be hilarious that he spent so much time talking about it anyway because he was that flustered. But you as the author really didn’t know. You didn’t know! Because you have a real life, and a real job, and you didn’t see the memes yet. You didn’t see that scene yet!

Now, does it matter? No, of course it doesn’t! It’s fan fiction. It’s fun and it’s free. But you, as the sensitive author you are will always remember that as the day Law accidentally liked the garlic bread. Because you were still a newcomer to this insane asylum of neurotic pirate lore.

It’s like that. My brain is dumb. Just slap a “may not be canon compliant” warning on everything and call it a day I know.

But I can’t, and it’s always in the back of my mind. Did I just screw up royally? Did I miss that one SBS about character X and how they absolutely wouldn’t ever do what I just said they did?

(P.S. Kuma shouldn’t have been in chapter 1 of my Doflamingo long fic. He didn’t become a warlord until four years after the fic’s current place in the timeline. I’m probably leaving it alone. That fic started as a one shot without a hard place in the timeline. But…I will still be thinking of it. It is now occupying brain space. Wtf. Why!? 🤣)

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happy-saiki · 8 months ago

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Trafalgar Law X Y/N #3 (NSFW NO MINORS)

Please check out the uncensored version on Twitter! Link is in my link tree

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a-killer-obsession · 7 months ago

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Snow [Law x OC]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Lost, separated from his crew, and near death in the middle of a snow storm, a chance encounter saves Law.

CW: fluff & smut, near death, oral sex, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, afab oc

WC: 5414

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The horizon was nonexistent, completely obscured by the white out caused by the snowstorm, the flurries coming in almost horizontal as the wind howled and swirled them. Law shook with the chill, one hand pushed deep into his pocket, the other numb with cold as it held his sword close to his body. The snow crunched under his boots as he made slow progress through the sparse woodland, the dead trees doing little to protect him from the storm. He cursed himself for getting separated from his crew. He knew Bepo could brave the storm with his vivre card to search for him, but he'd need to find shelter if the mink was going to find him alive. He was grateful for his warm hat, but his face was windburnt and painful, and the hand that held his sword was numb, he would likely have to abandon his sword all together soon if he wanted to keep his fingers.

His breathing was starting to become shallow and strained, his heart felt slow, and he stumbled in his step. Hypothermia was starting to set in, and there was no shelter in sight, not even a single evergreen tree to hide under. Another stumbled step and he fell to his knees, the snow soaking into his pants and sending a harsh shiver through his body. Try as he might, he could not stand, his body was too weak. He resigned himself to trying to do what he could here to protect himself, leaving his sword where it fell and pulling his arms inside his coat, slipping them from the sleeves and crossing them tight over his chest underneath. Not much could be done for his legs, but he pulled his knees up into the coat as best he could. He curled up in a ball on his side, doing whatever he could to trap his own body heat.

A flash in the corner of the eye caught his attention, but when he looked to where it had been, nothing was there. Another flash, another tilt of his head, another empty space. There was definitely something hiding in the flurry, something that stalked silently and camouflaged in the snow, something unbothered by the cold. He laughed to himself, maybe it'd be a snow leopard, how nice that would be to see his favourite animal before he died. But it was a passing thought, there were no large cats in this area. It was no doubt a wolf, and he was no doubt dinner.

He heard it stalk behind him, the crunch of the snow under its paws almost undetectable, if not for observation haki he likely wouldn't have even known it was there. At least he wouldn't have to face the beast before it took his life, he didn't even have the strength to roll over. He closed his eyes, anticipating the end. What a shit way to go, hypothermic on some shitty winter island, separated from his crew. Not even in the middle of a battle, his only fight was with nature, and nature was surely winning. Pathetic, really. He was a man of technology, a man with a powerful devil fruit who had helped bring down warlords and emperors, but a little bit of wind and snow would be what killed him in the end.

A huff of warm air pressed to his cheek, but surprisingly did not have the rancid smell of death he expected of a wolf. Ah, his nose must be completely fucked from the cold. No bother, his death would be momentary. A cold, wet nose pressed against his face, and he couldn't help but let out a small whimper. He was a strong man, but deep down he didn't want to die, he was scared in anticipation of the end, and this wolf seemed to be taking its sweet time.

As soon as the sound left his mouth, he heard the crunch of snow and the warm breaths on his face ceased. The wolf had pulled away. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, had it decided he wasn't worth the effort? Or was it toying with him? More crunches of snow indicated its movement as it paced slowly around his body, and he shifted his eyes to see where it would likely appear near his feet. At first he saw nothing, the wind still carried its flurries and created a void around him, he could barely see past his own chest.

His breath hitched in surprise when its head slowly came into view, hung low as if curiously inspecting him, approaching him with caution as though it was nervous. He laughed under his breath, was this some sort of cruel cosmic joke? Because it wasn't a wolf at all - it was a snow leopard. Plain as day. It shouldn't exist here, and yet it did, like his own personal angel here to take him from this plain of existence to the next. Well, at least he got to see at least one before he died.

He felt its warm breaths on his face as it came close again, hovering its head in front of his own. Curiosity got the better of him, hell he was going to die anyway, and he slipped an arm out from his coat and reached for it with a shaky hand. It didn't move, only shifting its eyes to watch the movement as his hand pressed into its soft fur. It closed its eyes like it was relishing the touch, and he intertwined his fingers with the fur, burying his hand in it. When its eyes opened it looked right at him, with golden eyes that matched his own. His breath hitched and he cursed himself for not releasing earlier - snow leopards don't have golden eyes.

“You're human?” He breathed shakily.

The leopard shifted its head as though to nod, and he breathed a sigh of relief. This wasn't a wild animal after all, it was human. A zoan type devil fruit user. Likely, a friendly one, if his current predicament was anything to show as his hand slid through its fur.

“Help..” he mumbled. The leopard nodded again, and couched low to its front next to him. It tugged at the collar of his jacket with gentle teeth, as though urging him to move. He mustered every last ounce of strength he had and half crawled to it, pulling himself onto its back and holding its fur tight as it stood. It took his sword carefully in its teeth and began to walk. Its back was warm and soft, it felt like a sunkissed cloud from heaven against his frozen body as he slipped into unconsciousness.

He was greeted with a small, dimly lit room when his eyes finally fluttered open. He tried to sit up, but there was no strength in him. He concentrated on what he could feel, trying to assess his current condition. He was in a bed, definitely, covered in a heavy set of blankets. His limbs were weak and hard to move, but it felt like all his fingers and toes were there. He was sure he was in only his underwear, but it was hard to tell without looking. Above all, he felt warm. Too warm, infact. He likely had a fever.

Soft footsteps approached the bed, accompanied by a sweet melodic hum, and the mattress dipped as they sat. The face of a woman appeared over him, soft and kind looking, despite the obvious burn scar over the right side of her face. Her hair was almost entirely white, though judging by her youthful face it was likely not from old age. There was a section of hair missing near the burn where the hair follicles had been damaged.

He didn't say anything, just watching her closely as she placed a cool, wet cloth on his forehead. It gave him relief from his fever, and he sighed as cool drops of water slid down his face. Her eyes met his, and he opened his mouth to say something, but she pressed a soft finger to his lips to hush him.

“Don't try to speak,” she whispered, “save your strength for now”

He closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as her finger left his lips, her hand now smoothing over his cheek before returning to the cool cloth on his forehead. The relief from it combined with his exhaustion quickly lulled him back to sleep, feeling now a sense of safety despite the stranger.

Dim light was streaming through a small window over the bed when he awoke again. He tried to sit up, and this time he was successful, though it took a lot out of him and he quickly laid back down. The short glance had been enough though to assitane his surroundings. He was in a small cabin of some sort, with not much more than the bed he laid in, a small kitchen with a fireplace, and a simple table with two wooden chairs. There was also some sort of large chest and a small bookcase with various trickets spread across the top.

The howling of wind and the dull natural light told him the storm was likely still raging outside. There was a crackle from the wood in the fireplace, which was lit and providing the room a welcomed warmth. The room only had two doors, he assumed one must be the bathroom while the other must be the entry. The heavy door creaked as it opened with a flurry of snow, and the woman slipped inside carrying a handful of cut wood. She quickly shut the door behind her and set down the wood next to the fireplace before shaking the snow off her coat and removing it, as well as her hat, gloves, and heavy boots.

She immediately noticed he was awake, and the mattress dipped as she sat next to him. She pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, trying to gauge his temperature.

“Your fever seems to be coming down,” she said softly with a gentle smile, “thought I was going to lose you for a while there”

She pulled the blanket back up closer to his face, it had fallen slightly when he sat up, and moved quietly to the small kitchen. He heard the familiar clanging of kitchenware as she prepared something, and the room dimmed slightly as she knelt in front of the fire, the light being blocked slightly by her body as she positioned a pot over the flame to boil. She hummed quietly to herself and moved back to the kitchen, pulling a glass from a cabinet and filling it from the facet. The mattress dipped, directly next to his head this time, as she sat. She placed the glass on the small side table and slid an arm under his shoulders, lifting him carefully to sit up and supporting his weight. She took the cup of water and held it to his lips, and he opened his mouth willingly as she tilted it for him. His eyes closed in relief as the water slid down his throat, and he drank the whole glass greedily.

She laid him back down, but propped up by pillows so he could see around him. He was grateful for it, he could only stare at the ceiling for so much longer before he went insane.

“Do you think you can manage food?” she asked as she retuned to her pot and stirred it with a long handled wooden spoon. “I'm making a thin soup, something that shouldn't be too hard on your stomach. You're not allergic to anything right?”

“No allergies, just hate bread,” he replied. His voice was huskier than normal, his throat hurt a little but the water had definitely helped, as would a hot soup. She chuckled lightly at his comment as she filled a bowl with soup and brought it to the bedside. It was clear to her that he was too weak to feed himself, so she filled a spoon with soup and blew on it, then brought it to his mouth. The hot liquid was savory and pleasant on his tongue, and soothed his throat as it slid down. It warmed his insides and he sighed contently as she filled the next spoonful. He couldn't remember the last time someone cared for him with such softness, usually he would hate being coddled, but there was a gentle familiarity with her that put him at ease and made him pliable to her care.

She fed him the entire bowl, followed by another at his request, then sat at the edge of the bed to eat her own fill, dipping bread in to the liquid and letting it soak up the broth. He cringed at the sight, and her eyes crinkled with a smile as she noted his frown. He really didn't like bread. He looked away from her, and noticed now his clothes hung on a small rack made of thin branches near the fireplace. She must have removed them when she brought him in since they were wet with snow. He felt like he should be uncomfortable about being in a strange woman's bed in only his underwear, but he knew it was entirely practical and staying in the wet clothes could have been the death of him.

She placed both of their bowls in the sink when she was done, and sat cross legged at the foot of the bed, inspecting him closely with her golden eyes, curiosity written on her face. She clearly had a million questions she wanted to ask, and to be fair, so did he. He didn't want to seem like he was interrogating her after all her help, so he stayed quiet.

“What's your name?” she finally said.

“Law. Yours?” he replied.

“Lynx,” there was a short silence and she furrowed he brow in slight annoyance, “what the hell were you doing out in the snow without proper clothing? Do you have a death wish?”

He sighed, he was annoyed at himself too, he'd made a stupid choice and it had almost killed him. “I got separated from my crew, we didn't expect the storm”

“Pirate?” she asked. There was no malice in it. Most strangers he encountered were scared of pirates, but she didn't even seem to blink at the word.

“Yeah, captain of Heart Pirates”

She wrinkled her nose. “Trafalgar Law, one of the worst generation?” He nodded. “I've heard about you. Would have been real embarrassing if you'd died out there”

“Yeah, you're not wrong,” he smirked. She smiled back at him, there was a light energy in the air despite the discussion of his near death. There was a easy silence as they looked at each other in the warm orange light from the fireplace. He couldn't help but wonder about her scar, and why she was out here alone when he knew the island held several decent sized towns. She caught him staring at the burn mark, and a light blush crossed her face as she looked away, turning her marred side away from him.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said, “I was just curious about it. I'm a doctor, you see”

“Yes I know, Surgeon of Death,” she chuckled a little to herself, “ironic nickname given how I found you”

He couldn't help but smile at the dark joke. She sighed and turned back to him. “There's no other devil fruit users here, so people don't treat me kindly for it. They call me a witch, the burn is a result of them forcing me out of town. I survive okay out here on my own, there's a few kind souls in the town that let me trade wolf pelts for food and resources, but other than that I've been on my own for a while now. To be honest, you're the first person I've even had in here”

There was a sadness to her voice, he could feel how lonely she was. He knew how it felt to be alone in the world, to be pushed away by scared people. He had his crew now to keep the loneliness away, but it hadn't always been like that. He felt sad for her, that she was forced to live like this because of something as simple as a zoan devil fruit. How barbaric the villagers must be, to push her away and call her witch, when they should be embracing her talents. She was clearly a kind soul, she had saved him without even knowing who he was or asking for anything in return, giving her help willingly without hesitation. It hurt his heart to think about such a sweet girl being forced in to isolation, she can't have been much younger than he was based on her appearance.

“Will your crew come for you?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Yeah, my first mate is a polar bear mink, he should have no trouble with the weather” Law told her. He saw the twinge of anxiety in her expression. “My crew won't hurt you, you're safe.” Her expression softened at his words.

“You should sleep,” she sighed, climbing off the bed and settling in front of the fire where a wolf pelt lay on the floor. She laid on it and pulled a thin blanket over herself. Law realised with a startle that there was only one bed, and he was selfishly making her sleep on the floor after all her kindness.

“You can sleep in the bed with me, if you want,” he said hesitantly. She sat up slowly, looking at him quizzically. “I won't touch you, unless you want me to”

She paused in thought for a moment before she decided to stand and join him. The bed wasn't overly large, barely enough for the two of them, and he shuffled over to make space for her. She slid under the blanket and settled in next to him, pulling the blanket back up over them. She turned away from him, pressing her back against his front, and pulling his arm to rest over her waist.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it's nice,” he replied softly, pressing his face against her shoulder and holding her gently, “you're so warm”

“It's the devil fruit,” she replied, “but I figured if I'm sharing the bed with you then I may as well lend you my warmth, it'll help you recover”

He hummed in agreement and made himself comfortable. It had been a long while since he'd slept holding a woman, and she smelt pleasantly of pine and rosemary. Given her situation it was likely that she hadn't been held in a long time, so this was the least he could do to return her kindness.

He was still wrapped around her when he woke up the next day. She was facing him now, her face nestled against his chest and hidden under her hair, one of his legs wedged between hers. Both of his arms had found their way around her, and they held her warm body tight against his bare chest. She was sleeping soundly, one of her hands around his shoulders, the other resting on his waist. The closeness would have usually put him at unease, but it was comfortable and felt natural. She stirred as she woke slowly, sighing a soft yawn against his skin and looking up at him. Their golden eyes met, and without thinking he pressed a kiss to her mouth.

She startled, pulling away from him and scrambling out of the bed, standing against the wall and watching him with fearful eyes. He cursed himself for being so stupid and invasive. Why did he do that? Stupid!

“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to sit up, “I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, fuck, sorry”

She observed him silently as he laid back on the bed with a heavy plop, running his hands down his face and groaning at himself. The blanket had fallen to his waist, and she eyed his tattooed, muscular chest hungrily. The kiss had scared her because she didn't expect it, she'd been alone for so long she'd forgotten how it felt to be kissed. But his lips had been soft and tender against hers, and she pressed her fingertips to her mouth as she remembered the feeling. It made sparks flow through her, and made her heart race.

Without questioning it any further she closed the distance between them, climbing on to the bed and pushing the blanket off him, straddling his waist. He pulled his hands away from his face as he felt her weight settle on him, and saw her looking down at him with eyes that showed no anger for his previous actions. Just curiosity.

She bent down and kissed him, a fire reaching out and connecting to him through their lips, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, urging him to hold her and support her movements as she started to roll against him. He was already half hard with morning wood, and it didn't take much of her pressure against him to finish the job. His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, begging for entry, and she let him in willingly, her own tongue fighting against his for dominance as she moaned into his mouth.

Her arousal pooled between her legs as she felt his hard length against her center, and she trailed her kisses down his jaw, tracing the bone to his ear where she tugged and sucked at his earlobe, making him grunt and tighten his hold on her. Her kisses journeyed further, making small nips and sucking at his neck as she moved down to his chest, tracing his tattoos with her tongue and flicking his nipple with the tip. He bucked under her and watched her carefully, her darkened eyes never leaving his as she moved further down, nuzzling against his happy trail with her nose as her fingers found the waistband of his briefs and freed his hard cock from them. He shivered as the cool air touched him, the fire from last night long since burnt out.

He moaned as she took him in her hands, running her tongue over the tip and flattening it to stroke up the underside of his cock, before finally taking him in her mouth. Her head bobbed as she took what she could fit of him, her hands stroking firmly at the base to service what she couldn't reach. He balled the sheets in his hands and grunted as she went down on him, before one hand found her hair and held it tight, eliciting a needy whimper from her that vibrated on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that”

She looked at him with a glimmer in her eyes, and increased her speed, he could feel her smiling around him before she took him deeper, gagging a little as his cock hit the back of her throat. It put him over the edge and he came with a shudder and a heavy grunt, releasing hot ropes of cum that slid straight down her throat, her eyes still never leaving his. When she was satisfied that she'd completely milked him, she let him go with a pop and smirked, climbing up his body again and making a show of licking her lips.

“My turn,” Law growled, grabbing her waist and flipping her on to her back.

He hovered over her, his hands sliding under her shirt to find her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and his fingers toyed with her nipples as she squirmed under him. He pushed up her shirt to reveal her perky tits and put his mouth to one of the buds, sucking and tugging at it gently, making her moan and writhe under him. One of his hands supported his body weight, while the other slid down the front of her pants and inside her panties. She was soaking wet, and he moaned against her breast at the slick on his fingers as he explored her.

He pulled out his hand, much to her dismay, and held up his fingers between their faces, looking her in the eye as he slid them in his mouth and sucked her arousal off them. Her eyes widened with lust at the lewd display and her hips bucked instinctually.

“So sweet,” he cooed, “I want more.”

She whimpered as he slid off her pants, throwing them to the floor, followed quickly by her shirt. He rubbed a thumb against her clothed center, saving to memory the image of the wet spot that had formed on the panties, before hooking the waistband and pulling them off. He flattened himself against the bed, nuzzling into her mound and letting his tongue slide out to run between her folds. Her head fell back against the pillow as she took in the pleasure he was giving her, and he curled his hands around her thighs to hold her open for him.

He ran a fat stripe up her pussy before finally settling on her clit, running circles around it and sucking on it. She moaned so sweetly, it made his cock twitch to hear. He let go of one thigh to slide his hand under his chin, toying with her entrance before sliding a single digit inside and exploring her. Her hands both rested in his hair, pulling hard and making him grunt into her. He slid in a second finger, and made slow, deep thrusts, curling to find the spot that would bring her the most pleasure while his tongue continued its work on her sensitive bud.

He increased his pace slowly, building up her orgasm till she keened and her walls squeezed his fingers, cumming on his face. He continued his ministrations as he worked her through it, her hips rolling off the bed as she shook and moaned. When she finally stilled he let her go, sliding his fingers out and climbing up to hover over her. Her arousal dripped from his chin, coating his goatee, and he wiped his mouth with the back off his hand then licked it off.

Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. “Fuck me, please,” she begged.

He didn't need to hear anything else, his cock was already fully erect and throbbing with want for her. He lined himself up, sliding in just the first few inches as she moaned and sunk her fingertips into his back. She simultaneously pushed her hips up, and tightened her hold with her legs, pulling him deep inside her. He let out a deep moan as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you're so tight and wet,” he moaned.

“Law, move, please,” she mewled.

He began a slow roll of his hips, grunting every time he met his base again, her sweet moans sending electricity through him. He wanted to be slow and gentle with her, but he couldn't help but fuck her harder when her fingernails threatened to break the skin on his back. One of her hands found his hair and pulled him to her, capturing his mouth in a feverish kiss that left them both panting and breathless as he fucked her hard into the mattress.

She arched and screamed his name as she came again, and her tight walls around him pulled him with her as he released his load deep inside her, shaking as his orgasm rocked through him. They stayed connected for a few more minutes, catching their breaths, as her legs fell limply from where they had been wound tight around him, and he collapsed on top of her. His face was buried in her neck, and her scent was thick in his nostrils, prolonging his afterglow. Eventually he slowly pulled out and rolled off her, laying on his back next to her as she curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest and curling her leg over his. His arm wrapped around her and rested on the small of her waist, while his other hand ran through his dark hair in mild disbelief at what had just happened.

“Sorry,” she panted, “was that too forward?”

“No that was, fuck, that was incredible,” he replied. She grinned against his skin and nuzzled against him. She pulled the blanket up to cover them both, embracing his warm body as she came down from her high, enjoying being close to another human and relishing the feel of his bare skin against hers. She didn't know when she'd ever get this again. Soon his crew would come for him, and he would be gone, never to be seen again. Maybe she'd get lucky and fall pregnant from this chance encounter, so she could at least not be entirely alone in the world.

“You shouldn't stay out here on your own,” he whispered, “you should come with me, to my ship”

“You want me to join your crew?” she asked hesitantly. A sparkle of hope made her heart flutter. Nobody had wanted her around for so long, and now this stranger was asking her to go with him.

“I can't guarantee you'll be safe all the time,” he explained, “but you'll have friends, and I can show you the world. It has to be better than this lonely shack. And your devil fruit would be useful to my crew, nobody would taunt you for it”

She sat quietly in contemplation for only a moment, it didn't take her long to weigh the options and make up her mind. “Yes,” she told him, “I- I think I'd like that.”

He smiled at the ceiling and stroked her hair, happy he could do one small thing to make her existence a little better, and knowing he wouldn't have to feel like he'd abandoned her. His crew would accept her, he knew that much for sure, and would celebrate her for saving his life. Not to mention the idea of having a snow leopard roaming around the submarine sounded immensely cool, he struggled to not giggle like an excited schoolboy at the thought.

They slept a little longer, then he helped her pack what few belongings she actually cared about. His fever had well and truly passed, and obviously given his earlier activities he was feeling a lot stronger. They ate, and talked, and fucked again, before finally, as they ate a late lunch, the crunching of soft freshly fallen snow outside alerted them to the presence of someone else.

A fluffy white face peered in through the window, making the glass fog with its hot breath, and its face brightened with a smile as it spotted Law.

“CAPTAIN!!!!” Bepo shouted as he practically broke down the door. Lynx watched with wide eyes, paused mid bite, as the polar bear mink tackled Law, nuzzling his face against Law's and crying all over him. Law smiled and offered a comforting hand to Bepo's fluffy cheek.

“I'm okay Bepo,” he laughed, pushing the mink away, “get off me you lump”

Lynx laughed and Bepo finally realised someone else was in the room. He looked at her curiously. She smelt like Law, that much was clear to him.

“This is Lynx,” Law explained, “she saved my life. We're taking her with us to join the crew”

Bepo's fur raised with excitement and he charged at her, her bowl of soup spilling on the bed as he tackled her in a big, heavy hug. “Welcome to the crew!” he exclaimed before Law managed to pry him off the poor girl.

There was no need to clean up the mess that had been made, and after a short chat to catch Law up on what had happened to everyone else, they picked up her bags and his sword, and stood outside the cabin. With no regrets she set it alight, and they watched as the symbol of her loneliness was engulfed with flames, fire licking at every surface and lighting the three of them in a warm glow as they watched it collapse. Finally, Law took her hand, and they followed Bepo to the Polar Tang to start her new life.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #trafalgar law #one piece law #law x oc

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hana-san · 8 months ago

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Posting this cuz it took my whole ass life to finish

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bahdface · 14 days ago

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Law (OC x Canon) commish for Vee_lo0! This was so fun to do

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amaraee · 2 years ago

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Tra-guy fanart

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yoonavii · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

Rich bachelor! Law x Reader

Description: On your courthouse wedding day, hope and determination fueled you, but your fiancé's absence and the revelation of a secret girlfriend shattered your dreams. In that moment of heartbreak, Trafalgar Law, an eligible and wealthy bachelor driven by the need for his family's inheritance, appeared. He offered a life-altering proposition: marry him in exchange for financial security. You immediately accepted without hesitation, unaware of the thrilling twists and turns awaiting you on the unexpected love journey.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

The city of Sabaody appeared almost surreal under the persistent downpour, the streets glistening with rainwater and neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement. You hastily exited a yellow taxi, its tires sending up a spray of water as it sped away. Clutching your umbrella, you dashed up the stone steps, the raindrops patterning a rhythmic tune on its canopy. Inside the courthouse, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the bustling, rain-soaked streets. The corridors were lined with heavy wooden doors leading to various courtrooms, their dark oak contrasting with the white marble floors. The scent of rain-soaked coats hung in the air, and the soft murmur of conversations between lawyers and clients filled your ears.

Finally, you reached the designated courtroom, your heart pounding as you pushed open the imposing wooden door. The judge, an imposing figure in a black robe, peered over the rim of his glasses. He tapped his watch with a measured impatience, the seconds ticking away audibly in the otherwise silent room. With a flush of embarrassment, you offered a hurried apology, the words echoing in the hushed space. The judge leaned forward, his voice carrying the weight of authority as he remarked, “You’re ten minutes late.”

Your gaze swept over the room, noticing the familiar faces of friends and family who had gathered for this momentous occasion. Panic surged as you realized your fiancé was conspicuously absent. The judge’s stern tone deepened your anxiety as he asked, “Where is your fiancé?” Desperation took hold, and you retrieved your phone from your pocket, trembling fingers fumbling as you dialed your fiancé’s number. Each ring felt like an eternity, and your hope dwindled with every unanswered call. Finally, it diverted to voicemail, and you excused yourself from the courtroom, stepping into the hallway. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow on the gray walls. As you tried your fiancé’s number once more, your heart raced. Outside, the relentless rain painted a picture of uncertainty, mirroring the doubt and concern swirling through your thoughts.

As you continued to redial your fiancé's number, minutes stretched into half an hour, and the stress began to gnaw at you like a relentless itch. Frustration and worry etched lines across your forehead. You kept glancing at your phone, hoping for any sign of life from your missing partner. Unable to quell your anxiety, you allowed your gaze to wander, and it landed on an open courtroom adjacent to yours. A courtroom wedding was in progress, and the atmosphere inside was surprisingly festive. The bride and groom, dressed in exquisite attire, exchanged vows with radiant smiles.What struck you as odd was the extravagance of the guests' attire. They sported both recognizable luxury brands and some that seemed to be known only to a select few. It was a stark contrast to your own choice of a simple courthouse wedding.

Your attention was briefly diverted when a slim, tall man around your age exited the room. He exuded an air of sophistication and confidence. His golden eyes hinted at a hidden depth, and his chiseled face framed by slicked-back black hair added to his allure. He was dressed in a minimal yet elegant all-black ensemble, oozing a kind of charm that was hard to ignore.

For a moment, you found yourself admiring his appearance, but then a wave of guilt washed over you. You had no business checking out other men when you were supposed to be getting married today. Your gaze returned to your phone screen, desperately waiting for your fiancé to pick up, your heart heavy with worry and doubt. As you waited anxiously, a voice from inside the courtroom called out, “Law.” It was the groom, and you mentally noted the name of the handsome man as Law. You watched as Law turned to the groom, annoyance flickering in his golden eyes. He whispered something to the groom, who appeared chastened and immediately apologized, bowing in deference.

Your curiosity piqued, but before you could dwell on this interaction, your phone finally came to life. Relief washed over you as you asked your fiancé if he was okay, explaining your concern for his unresponsiveness earlier. However, instead of your fiancé’s voice, a woman answered the call, and your heart sank. As the woman’s words cut through the air like daggers, you found your voice despite the turmoil inside you. Anger and disbelief fueled your response, and your tone was sharp as you retorted, “What are you talking about? This can’t be true!” The woman on the other end of the line, her voice dripping with condescension, replied, “Oh, sweetheart, it’s as true as the sky is blue. Your so-called fiancé has been seeing me for months behind your back. He’s been spending money meant for your shared expenses on me.”

Your mind reeled, and you clenched your fists, desperately trying to process this shocking revelation. In a mix of anger and heartbreak, you shot back, “How could he do this? We were getting married today! Who are you, anyway?” She laughed again, that same cruel laughter that grated on your nerves. “I’m the one who’s been keeping him entertained, while you were here planning your wedding like a fool. I’m the one he’s chosen over you, darling.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of humiliation and betrayal. “You… You’re destroying my life!” you exclaimed, your voice quivering with emotion. She remained unapologetic, her voice cold and dismissive. “I’m just telling you the truth. He never loved you, sweetie. You’re better off without him.” You demanded, in a trembling voice, that he pick up the phone and confirm the terrible truth himself. After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked up the call. Your voice was seething with anger as you confronted him.

With the phone pressed to your ear, you could feel your anger rising like a tempest. "Is it true?" you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of hurt and fury. "Tell me you didn't do what she said." A heavy sigh on the other end was followed by a heartless admission, "yeah, it's true. I haven't loved you for a long time. I've been using you, living off your money while saving everything for my new girlfriend and our new life." Each word cut deeper, igniting a burning rage within you. "You heartless, selfish... Do you even understand how much I've struggled because of you?!" Your voice quivered with a blend of sorrow and anger. "I gave you chance after chance to change, to be a better person, and this is how you repay me? I regret every moment I ever spent loving you or feeling pity for you!"

The line went silent for a moment as your fiancé absorbed the force of your words. Finally, he responded, "Well, I don't need your pity or your love anymore—“

With those words, you reached a breaking point. The torrent of emotions, the years of suffering and betrayal, all culminated in a moment of sheer frustration. Without thinking, you slammed your phone onto the ground, the sound of it shattering echoing through the hallway. Your heartache was now accompanied by the pain of a destroyed device, symbolizing the wreckage of the life you had built together. As you sat there in the dimly lit courthouse hallway, shattered phone in hand, your focus consumed by the turmoil of your own life falling apart, you were unaware that Law had been observing your situation with keen interest.

Just as Law opened his mouth to perhaps offer some comment or consolation, his own phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and picked it up, his expression quickly shifting from curiosity to irritation. It was his father's financial advisor on the line, and they delved into a discussion about his father's will. Law's brows furrowed deeply as he listened, and he finally interrupted, frustration evident in his voice. "Why are you discussing this with me when my father is still alive? Is something wrong?" The financial advisor explained matter-of-factly, "Your father instructed me to discuss the beneficiaries with you in case anything were to happen to him. It's a precautionary measure, nothing more."

Law's irritation lingered, but he couldn't deny the weight of the conversation. As he concluded his call, his thoughts seemed to drift back to you, sitting there with your world shattered, much like his own feelings of betrayal and uncertainty about the future. As the conversation with his father's financial advisor continued, Law's irritation gave way to bewilderment. The advisor disclosed a surprising update to his father's will, something that caught Law completely off guard. His voice filled with curiosity and disbelief, Law questioned, "What is it? What did my father do?" The advisor hesitated for a moment before delivering the unexpected revelation. "Your father updated his will recently. In it, there's a condition for you to inherit his wealth and properties. You won't gain access to your inheritance unless you're married for more than a year."

Law was struck speechless by this revelation. His father's desire for a daughter-in-law and the prospect of a grandchild had always been a topic of discussion, but he never imagined his father would take it to this extreme. Law sat in stunned silence as the weight of his father’s unconventional condition settled upon him. He never thought his father’s desire for a daughter-in-law and grandchild would manifest in such a peculiar way. The advisor’s voice brought him back to the conversation, “Your father made this decision to ensure the continuation of the family legacy. It seems he was quite adamant about it.” Law could hardly believe it. It was as if his father was orchestrating his life from beyond the grave. A mixture of frustration and resignation washed over him. “Is there anything else in the will I should know about?”

The advisor assured him that he had covered the essential points, but Law couldn’t help but contemplate the unexpected turn of events. His father’s plan seemed to be unfolding like a complex chess game, and Law was left to grapple with the implications, all while sitting in the courthouse hallway where your own life had taken a dramatic, painful turn.

Law's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and when your eyes briefly met, a fleeting connection sparked between you. However, you quickly looked away, wiping away the tears that had been streaming down your cheeks as you listened to your own life unravel over the phone. In the midst of his own turmoil, Law's determination grew stronger. He couldn't let this opportunity to secure his inheritance slip through his fingers, regardless of the price it might entail. He leaned closer to the phone and instructed the advisor, "Tell my father that I've met someone and that we were planning to get married at the courthouse."

Unbeknownst to him, your ears perked up at his words, and your heart raced. Normally, you didn't jump to conclusions, but the timing and context of his statement left little room for doubt. A sense of disbelief and curiosity washed over you, as you wondered if his words could somehow be connected to the dramatic events unfolding in your own life. Law's confident gaze locked onto you as he interrupted your thoughts, revealing that he had been listening to your conversation with your now ex-fiancé.

The shock of the situation left you momentarily speechless. With a calm yet determined tone, Law explained his unexpected proposition. "You're not getting married to him," he stated matter-of-factly. "I need a wife, and I can assure you that you'll be well taken care of, both physically and, most importantly, financially. You won't struggle ever again." The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. It was as if you had stepped into the pages of a romance novel, and this modern prince was offering you a castle and a princess title. You pondered on it briefly, the weight of the decision heavy in the air. Then, with newfound determination, you met Law's gaze and agreed, "Alright, I'm in. Let's do this." It wasn't every day that life presented such a surreal opportunity, and you were willing to take the leap into this unexpected twist of fate.

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