#OP scenario

[eelnoise]

beset fixation (nsfw!)

trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites

Law is obsessed with you.

It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.

You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.

Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.

Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?

Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.

Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality. 

What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?

He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him. 

And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped. 

Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.

He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.

Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.

Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment. 

It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.

The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.

You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.

But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.

Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.

[sashi-ya]

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THE PRICE OF YOUR FREEDOM 💦 TRAFALGAR LAW X GN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 28: SHIBARI

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Trafalgar Law for day 28 shibari? With gender neutral reader or fem reader it's fine. Can Law be the one who tied up instead the reader? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. law is tied up. jerking off. exchanging "sex" for freedom. dominant gn! reader. maybe sex slave Law. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With cords around his wrists, the intruder hangs on a room that lacks light. Humid, even smelly. The walls reminds him of a dungeon, and, in fact, he is not wrong.

“They told me you were trying to sneak into my island, pirate” you spit, opening the doors that blind the intruder with a sudden burst of light coming through.

“Fuck you, bitch” he grunts. A man so handsome, covered in tattoos. His muscles are noticeable, he is lean, and his skin has a caramel tint. Oh, what an interesting prey your subordinates just caught.

“That is not the proper way to refer to me, sweet boy…” you giggle, coming closer to his body. Those tight jeans around long, long legs are delicious to look at. But the protruding hipbones are more. Your index reaches for his stomach; with abs spasming to your touch, he lets you know he is more than sensitive to it… oh, are you getting hard just by my simple touch?

“What are these tattoos, pirate? What do they mean?” you ask, coming even closer to his body. Your index still tracing up and around the curls of black ink, bumping with cords that also garnish his thorax.

He looks to the side, a golden hoop on his ear reflects the warm light of torches outside… he isn’t disclosing any good information.

“Ah… come on! Tell me something! I just wanna get to know you, I don’t really plan on hurting you… plus, I know your name… aren’t you…” you laugh, coming closer to his ear as you get on tippy toes and your palms rest on his chest. “…Trafalgar Law? Cooperate with me, come on… I know you are strong” you continue.

He immediately looks at you; he burns holes into your eyes with a glacial look that could freeze you up. An everlasting frown, sweet dark circles…

“What do you want?” he asks, this time serious and more annoyed than before.

You walk away, just a little, with your index closer to your lips and your eyes wondering the ceiling as you act like you are thinking about something.

“Mhh… I am not exactly sure, cause you know… I was just minding my own business when you appeared on the coast of my island… to be fair, you should be the one telling me…also, you looked pretty beaten up” you smirk, showing him something he hasn’t probably noticed yet; gauze patching up here and there, bruises all over, and dry blood that hasn’t been cleaned up properly yet.

Law knows, exactly, what had happened to him. Thing is, he won’t tell you. However, he is willing to negotiate; he is aware the cords aren’t simply cords and that they are, indeed, made of thousands of thin kairoseki filaments.

“Tell me, what do you want? I am willing to negotiate my freedom” he mutters; Law wants to be out of this situation as fast as possible. You smirk and then bite your lower lip; lust takes over, your body getting warmer, your skin bumpier.

“Well, I think you are delicious… what do you have for me? What is the cost of your freedom, Trafalgar Law?”

“Heh, are you that desperate you need to force men?” he asks -insults- you.

This time you scoff; a big smile that’s closer to a demon’s scares him a little bit. You come closer; you don’t walk, you seem to crawl like a venomous snake… with a swift motion, your hand lands on his hardness. A bulge that’s been getting more and more noticeable the more you spoke.

“Are you sure I am the desperate one? What’s with this, mh? Aren’t you a little bit too hard?” you ask into his ear, biting his earlobe right after.

Law gasps a little; probably he wasn’t ready for that sudden touch… but he wants more…

You pull from a cord that hangs behind him, lifting his whole body over the ground. Just a little, enough for his feet to barely graze the floor with the tip of his boots. The cords properly tied around his body carve into his flesh, causing Law to grimace in pain if any part would touch a bruise.

“Does it hurt, Law-san?” you inquire, sliding your index in between a cord and his skin at his ribs level.

“You want my body? Take it” he huffs, squirming when your hand reaches for his stomach from behind.

You smile; you were never using his body if he wasn’t expressly asking for it… With a bite on his side, and a hand sliding up his chest getting underneath the cords on his pecs, you give him what he had been asking for.

His jeans were easy to take off; those slid down and got tangled around his ankles. Boxer briefs of slightly funny heart patterns, show staining from precum sprouting and his sex, that throbs, awaits for your silky hands…

“You want my hands around your sex, Law-san?” you ask, kissing his neck with soft, butterfly pecks.

“That’s the price of my freedom?” he asks, slightly moving his hips back and forth.

“That’s something that is up to you to decide…” you giggle, sliding your hand into his underwear. Hot to the touch, wet and hard is how it feels… pulsating sex in between your hand, that has a little surprise right at the tip; a cold metallic ring.

As you begin to pump, pleased with the soft whimpering coming out of his mouth, his body moves with your jerking off delight; hanging from the ceiling, trembling, moving and with each move carving those debilitating ropes more and more into his caramel skin… ah, delicious!

Law’s boxer briefs also fall, and he wishes his whole body would also fall… his wrists, become redder and painful, the more he squirms to your touch.

You play with your palm on top of his tip, moving the little piercing, getting his gland more and more aroused. It’s so good to see this strong Yonko willing to fuck your hand, as he pays for his “freedom”.

So close, so close… so close until it bursts with grunts and not so manly whimpers… and you leave him there, dripping cum on the floor and into his pants.

“I’ll be back soon, Law-chan” “Free me, (Name)-ya!” “ah... you know my name? then I am sure you don’t want me to do it, right? A simple orgasm is not the price of your freedom… Trafalgar D. Water Law ~”

[24hlevi]

— drunk walk home

nico robin (one piece) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: robin helps you back to the ship after a night spent drinking with zoro

warnings: language

wc: 1.2k

you should've known better than to drink on the island with zoro who could drink multiple bottles and hardly be tipsy whereas you drink one and you're on the floor passed out. but, he kept insisting that you needed a reliever, so you listened and went with him. the bar was decent, not a lot of people which you liked, and the drinks were better than you expected. the only downside was the fact zoro kept ordering more rounds for you both, which left you where you are now, stumbling beside him trying to find your way back to the boat.

“do you even know where we're going?” you asked the male, words slurring together as you spoke.

“not a damn clue,” zoro answered, almost falling onto you.

“hey, don't fall on me! i won't be able to drag your ass back to the boat!” you pushed him a little bit.

“are you calling me fat?!” he exclaimed.

“what?! i never said that!” you retorted loudly.

“you did!”

“did not!”

“did!”

“not!”

you pushed zoro again, except this time, you lost your balance in the process and was about to fall face first into the ground until you didn't. you were waiting for the impact that never came, and at first you thought somehow, zoro caught you. but, when you looked up to see who actually did, a smile instantly pulled at your lips.

“robin! you saved me!” you said happily.

“haven't i told you to not go drinking with zoro when we reach an island?” robin asked, pulling you back up to your feet.

“oh it's just one time! i’m completely fine! right zoro?” you responded, turning to look at zoro who was now gone.

“you could hurt yourself, you know,” robin told you.

“but thankfully you were here to save me!” you smiled still, stumbling over your own feet while trying to remain standing still.

one of robin’s hands moved to your waist to steady you in place, noticing your stumbles as she shook her head, “let's head back to the ship,” she said.

“aw fine,” you pouted, starting to walk only to stumble around again.

robin caught you, again, and pulled you closer to her with one of her hands so she could make sure you wouldn't fall. you looked up at her as she led you back to the boat, smiling.

“i’m so glad you stuck around,” you told her randomly.

robin looked down at you with confusion, “what do you mean?” she asked.

“i mean i’m glad you decided to stay with us. i know we can be a handful, but i’m happy you stayed,” you answered, one of your hands reaching for her other free one.

you've had a crush on robin for a while now, but never said anything out of fear despite nami constantly insisting that it would work out fine. little did you know that robin felt the same way and was also struggling with poor nami trying to convince one of you to just confess to the other.

“i’m happy i did too,” robin smiled down at you, watching you fiddle with her hand.

“have i ever told you how you're my favorite?” you said, “but don't tell sanji, he thinks he is.”

one of her eyebrows raised at your words, not being able to tell if this was the truth and was now coming to the surface because of the alcohol, or if it was strictly the alcohol in general. “am i?” she asked.

“yep!” you nodded. “you've always been my favorite since i've met you! i've never told you because of me being a coward even with nami saying that it would be fine but i couldn't! it's just- you're so pretty and i could never stand a chance so i never said anything! i mean, even zoro saw through me earlier tonight! i’m doomed!” you ranted slightly, not entirely realizing what you were saying as you looked down at her hand in yours.

robin suddenly stopped walking, her arm stopping you as well as she looked down at you. “y/n, do you have feelings for me?” she asked.

the look on your face as she asked that question was almost amusing at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. “oh, well, uhm, i uh, well, yes,” you answered, now feeling dead sober. “oh my gosh i just fucked this up, didn't i?” you asked aloud.

“you didn't mess anything up,” robin said, both of her hands now holding your face. “i have feelings for you too, y/n.” she smiled at you.

now your face looked shocked, “you do?” you asked.

“yes,” she nodded. “i have for a while, and was also speaking with nami on the matter.”

“really?” you asked again, not believing it was true.

robin let out a chuckle and nodded again, “yes,” she told you.

there was a silence that filled around the two of you, and you looked at her with a small smile growing on your face. “can i kiss you?” you asked her.

she didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed you first. your smile instantly grew as you kissed back, your hands moving to wrap around her neck when she pulled away.

“shall we head back to the ship now?” robin asked you.

“if i get to sleep in your bed with you,” you answered.

“of course,” she nodded.

“then yes! let's go back!” you said happily, pointing to the direction of the docks.

robin chuckled and held onto your hand while beginning to walk again towards the ship with you following right beside her with a bright smile on your face.

when the two of you made it back to the ship, somehow zoro found his way back and was already sleeping. nami was awake when she saw you two get on the ship, immediately seeing your hands holding onto each other and she gave a thumbs up with a small smile to robin who was taking you to her room on the boat.

you immediately laid on the bed once you saw it, still smiling lightly as robin situated herself next to you on the bed, looking over at you. you glanced over at her and rolled over onto your side, smiling at her.

“so, does this mean we're like, together now?” you asked her.

“if that's what you want, then sure,” she nodded.

“of course that's what i want,” you told her.

“then we are,” she said, kissing your forehead.

robin then turned the light off and looked back at you, “good night,”

when you didn't respond, she knew you had already fallen asleep and let out a chuckle. she pulled the blanket onto you both and rested her head on the pillow, smiling at your sleeping figure. she could hardly believe this somehow worked, but she was happy that it did. it meant neither of you would have to worry and stress about the other possibly not feeling the same. and that was nice. also for nami to not have to deal with watching you two struggling the whole time. that was also nice for her.

[doctorgerth]

a/n: This one was so much fun to write!! Mihawk is always daunting to write for at first, but I always end up having fun and am usually pretty happy with the results when it comes to him. Want to know if Mihawk gets a smooch? Read on to find out! 🥰

pairing: Mihawk x GN!Reader

word count: 1.4k

candy heart prompt: True Love - Something on their/your lips

MIHAWK + TRUE LOVE

It was the first beautiful day Kuraigana had experienced in quite some time.

The thick fog that perpetually decorated the war-torn land was lifted, and the clouds above were broken enough to allow rays of warm, unfiltered sunshine illuminate the hidden beauty of the gloomy island.The lush greenery and produce the three of you had worked so hard to maintain practically sang in the light of the sun. Leaves glistened with dew, some reaching toward the rare blessing of light as if to grab it and hold onto it. It was a perfect day for farming.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” you sighed happily, stretching your arms out above you. Mihawk grinned from beside you, but you were too busy basking in the comforting warmth to notice.

“It is rather…bright,” Perona stated as she gripped her umbrella tighter.

Mihawk thought quietly to himself, determining that Perona’s discomfort might work to his advantage for once, “Perona, how about you go back to the castle and prepare some snacks. The weather is nice, maybe we can have a picnic.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when you smiled widely in his direction, your head nodding enthusiastically.

“Don’t order me around!” She huffed, though a reprieve from the too-bright sun sounded ideal. She turned the other direction and floated towards the castle.

“Oh, and don’t forget to pack something for the humandrills!” you called out to her.  

“What am I, everyone’s servant?” She stomped her foot in annoyance and puffed out her cheeks, “I’m too cute to be bossed around like this…”

When Perona was out of sight, you laughed to yourself, “She’s particularly moody today.”

Mihawk hummed beside you as he dropped some seeds into the earth, “And it’s only going to get worse.” He used a hand shovel to gently pat the dirt back over the seeds.

You peered over at him, “What do you mean?”

He laid the shovel down beside him and wiped his gloves along his dirt-stained pants. Retrieving a folded up newspaper page from his back pocket, he handed it over to you. Your eyes scanned the paper, the bold title Gecko Moria Alive! caught your eyes instantly. It was a strange sensation. You had no ties to Moria aside from his pink-haired subordinate, but still, for Perona’s sake, you felt warm tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh, Mihawk, she’s going to be so happy,” you said in a hushed whisper, though Perona was hardly in earshot, “And also really angry that you haven’t told her sooner. This newspaper is from three days ago.”

He chuckled, “I know.”

You felt a pang in your chest, “I suppose that’s another chick leaving the nest.” You were still recovering from Zoro’s departure and now Perona was soon to follow. You’d grown quite accustomed to your family you shared in the last two years. Though two years wasn’t a very long time comparatively, it felt like it’s always been the four of you.

“It’s for the best,” he replied, “Danger is coming.”

You stiffened, “You don’t mean…?”

“I believe the Reverie attendants are going to vote in favor of the abolishment of the Warlords. That means Marines will be surrounding this place very soon,” he sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want Perona to get in harm's way for something that doesn’t involve her.”

You smiled in his direction, “You’re a kind man, Dracule Mihawk.” The tightness in your chest was easily replaced with gentle thumping. If anyone else were to refer to him as kind, he’d scoff in their direction. Hearing it from you, he felt a familiar heat creep up his neck.

Much like Zoro and Perona, Mihawk just ended up being stuck with you a few years ago. He warily offered his hospitality, but miraculously, it didn’t take long for Mihawk to warm up to you. When you proved yourself to him, you became the unofficial first mate to his unofficial crew. Though, with your time together on Kuraigana, you hardly acted as Captain and Crewmate. You tended the land together, sought peace with the humandrills together, and lived your day to day lives in the castle of Kuraigana together. Waking, working, and wasting the days away together. You weren’t sure what you were to Mihawk, but it definitely felt different than a mere subordinate.

“I suppose it’ll just be us again, then.” The thought of it going back to just the two of you simultaneously excited and saddened you. Mihawk looked over to you. He didn’t utter a single word, just stared. Though you’d assumed you’d be used to the intensity of his hawk-like eyes, they still had a way of making you feel embarrassingly shy. You absentmindedly wiped at the sweat forming on your upper lip. The sun was beginning to burn.

Just the two of you. Mihawk always loved the sound of that. Though he’d enjoyed his time training Zoro and cooking with Perona, he often thought fondly of when it was just the two of you. Why then did it make him so nervous to return to that? The dab of soil on your upper lip caught his attention and stole his thoughts.

You had mistaken his silent staring as a denial to your statement, “Unless you intend to send me away with Perona?” Your throat suddenly constricted. Surely he didn’t mean that. “Mihawk, I know things are about to get intense, but I promise I can protect myself and will help you with whatever you need. Just don’t…”

You stopped your sentence when Mihawk shifted beside you to turn and face you. His right hand reached up to your face and you waited with bated breath as you were unable to process what was happening. Mihawk’s never touched you like that before. You gasped when his finger swiped across your upper lip. Holy shit, he was going to kiss you. You instinctively closed your eyes and sighed against his finger, awaiting his lips to meet yours. A cool, empty breeze brushed against them instead.

“I’m sorry. You had dirt on your lip,” he said simply.

How embarrassing. You felt unbelievably hot under the small pockets of sunshine now, “Right, of course. Thank you.”

You wanted to leave his hold, leave the garden, leave the whole entire island, but Mihawk held you firmly; his left hand mirroring his right as they both caressed your face gently, “I’m not going to send you away, (Y/N). I want you by my side.” His face lowered to yours, noses brushing. The words he spoke stole your breath from your parted lips, “Stay with me as long as you wish.”

“Mihawk…” you managed to huff out. His name on your lips, so unfamiliar in this low tone — he could drink it right up. How long has he been holding himself back from falling completely into you?

“Say it, please,” he murmured. The movement of his lips caused them to bump against yours. A tease of a kiss, “Say you’ll stay with me.”

“Mihawk,” you whimpered once more. You weren’t sure you’d be able to say anything else. Not when his intoxicating warmth and tender embrace was robbing you of air. But, you wanted him to know how you felt. How you’ve always felt since joining his side, “I want to be with you forever.”

Your confession was the gravitational pull to at last close the distance between the two of you. His lips slotted against yours with promise, a silent oath to stay with you and protect you for however long you’d want him to. Your skin no longer burned, instead kissed by sunlight as his lips rained down on you, moving with yours as if he’s planned this moment out for years. In truth, he wished he’d done so much sooner.

You pulled away for air, but Mihawk wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. His lips tickled against your tender pulse line as he continued his kisses along your neck, pulling you tightly into him by your waist. He muttered confessions in-between kisses. How long he’s wanted you. How long he’s loved you. How long he’ll continue to want you. How long he’ll continue to love you. Forever, forever, forever. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back up to your aching lips to let him know you reciprocated his devotion. Years of unchecked desire was evident in the urgency of your shared kisses, spilling forth like an endless fountain as you lost all sense of time against each other’s lips. Nothing would hold either of you back now.  

Perona rounded a corner and caught sight of the two of you embracing each other. She silently gagged, but decided to leave the both of you to your moment. The sun was a little too bright for her anyhow. As she turned and floated away, a smile stretched along her face. She always thought the two of you would be cute together.

a/n: Hate to see him go, but love to see him kissed 💋 We unfortunately say goodbye to Mihawk for this event, but I have a feeling we’ll see him around in the future. 🤭 Thanks for reading!! 

[yoonavii]

Whispers of redemption

Mihawk x Reader

Amidst the ancient and somber halls of Shikkearu Castle, you find yourself standing before a large, ornate mirror that seems to hold the secrets of centuries past. Clad in an elegant yet mysterious attire, you pour yourself another glass of wine, the rich liquid shimmering like crimson firelight. As the wine's warmth spreads through you, the shadows seem to whisper their secrets, encouraging you to let down your guard. Your eyes flicker with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia as you gaze into the mirror. Memories of your past with Mihawk claw at your heart, memories you've kept hidden even from yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, the heavy entrance doors creak open, and the imposing figure of Dracule Mihawk enters the castle. His dark cloak billows behind him as he surveys the scene before him. The sight of you, a former partner and lover, standing in his castle is both unexpected and unsettling. Without a word, Mihawk moves towards you, his presence felt like a storm gathering on the horizon. You turn to face him, your eyes flashing with defiance as you clutch the glass of wine, an anchor in the tumultuous sea of emotions you're feeling.

Mihawk reaches out and gently takes the glass from your hand, his eyes piercing into yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You have no business here," he states, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid words. Your lips curve into a sardonic smile. "You don't get to decide that," you retort, your voice laced with bitterness. Mihawk's gaze doesn't waver as he looks at you, a mixture of exasperation and concern flickering in his eyes. "You're drunk," he states matter-of-factly. Your laughter rings out, hollow and bitter. "What's it to you, Mihawk? My drunkenness doesn't concern you."

As Mihawk's stern expression softens, he reaches out to touch your cheek gently. "It does concern me," he murmurs, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You were never one to drown your sorrows." Your gaze meets his, your defenses crumbling like a fragile dam. "You wouldn't understand, would you?" you whisper, your voice laced with a vulnerability that's rare for you. Mihawk's fingers linger on your cheek, his thumb brushing away an invisible tear. "Try me." A conflicted storm rages in your eyes as you finally admit what you've long kept hidden. "I loved you, Mihawk. I still do. But you... you were always so cold, so distant. And I couldn't bear it anymore. So, I left."

Mihawk's grip on the glass tightens slightly, his own emotions hidden behind a mask of controlled composure. "You never gave me the chance to explain." Your gaze drops to the floor, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was too hurt to hear your reasons." Silence envelops you both, a heavy curtain that seems to hold the weight of your shared history. Then, Mihawk's hand gently tilts your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound determination. "Y/n," he says softly, using your name, "I won't pretend that the past can be erased. But I'm not as unfeeling as you think. There's more to me than what you saw."

Your breath catches as you look into his eyes, seeing a vulnerability you hadn't expected. Slowly, hesitantly, you reach out to touch his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. "I never stopped loving you," you admit, your voice trembling. "And I regret not giving us a chance." Mihawk's grip on your hand tightens, his gaze unwavering. "Then let's not dwell on the past. Let's see if there's a future for us." As the moonlight casts a gentle glow upon you both, you feel a glimmer of hope amid the ruins of your shared history. In that moment, the echoes of your love, once hidden, are finally spoken into existence, setting you on a path towards healing and reconciliation.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[stupidsagestars]

[ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ] smut is included

--★-- 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆... the "thousand sunny organisation" series, with some of your fave one piece boys. Set in an AU, instead of being pirates the characters work for a rebel organisation called The "Thousand Sunny Organisation" made to revolt against the corrupt Marine Government that have been trying to take over all aspects of society around the world. There are many tricks, scams and scandals used to get the upper hand and mess with their heads but sometimes a little fun is necessary, to treat yourself there's nothing wrong with that right?

--★--𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒...

This series contain sexual themes, alcohol, violence ( not too much) and blood. Minors please don't interact with this!!

𝟏. 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 °·˚ ༘ ⁀➷ when luffy forces you and zoro who have been enemies ever since you first met to go on an undercover mission, you were pretty pissed, when you have to pretend to be an extremely flirty couple things definitely get heated and passion can't be hidden can it?

𝟐. 𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐘 ⋆ ༘ *➷

[nixcwen]

➳ wildfire | vinsmoke sanji

request by anon: Hii! I saw ur requests are open so may I please request a sanji x fem!reader where while fighting marines reader took the bullet/hit for sanji? And sanji got shocked because he wasn’t used to being saved by women (btw sanji and reader has a crush on each other) and reader confessed to sanji before fainting and after everything reader was treated by chopper and when she woke up sanji was there and akso confessed to her and then they kissed hehe. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!

“Sanji, Sanji!” You ran so fast your limbs were scorching- also uncomfortably aching, sweat poured non-stop from your forehead, throat forcing shouts in hurry and worry. “Sanji! Look back!”

The cook of Thousand Sunny displayed his blazing long legs with pride. He was exchanging blows with his opponent, hands tucked in his pants, his focus not faltering- which left you with no choice. You wouldn’t be able to take it if he gets hurt, even worse, die. Not with you around.

Without a second thought, you flung yourself forward to Sanji, tackling him to the ground. Immense pain unlike you’ve never experienced before enveloped your abdomen. It was sharp. Excruciating. You could not catch your breath, gasping for air while clutching the frame of a motionless Sanji. His mouth hung open leading to drop the cigar he has been consuming.

“Y/N-chan?”

“I told you to look back. You never listen to me.” You drop your head onto his chest. “Hear me out this time, will you?”

“Are- are you hurt? I’m gonna go get- I’ll call… call for help- wait for me-” you placed your pointer finger on top of his wobbling lips.

“I said listen-“ you took a deep breath, hissed at the pain that suddenly surged, but continued nevertheless, “we don’t know how things would go. I’m not one to do so but I’ll take the chance this time.”

Amidst the battle cries, the shade of red painting the ground, it can never be not romantic so long as he was close. So long as you can hear his heartbeat. You continued expressing the feelings you have suppressed.

“I like you, Sanji. Maybe even more than I’m admitting. I like you. Did you hear that?”

The word stunned would understate what he feels at that very moment. He was baffled- bewildered. Then he was afraid. Urgency knocked him back to reality when your eyes fluttered closed. He was shaking you, calling you, but you didn’t answer anymore.

Your world goes black and so does Sanji’s.

“Sanji,” a familiar cute little voice uttered, “I guarantee you she would wake up. You wouldn’t want her to open her eyes and see you like this, would you? I don’t want to treat any more of you than I have to.”

“I’ll wait for them, Chopper.”

An adorable but noticeably frustrated sigh left the Doctor’s mouth. “Sanji-“

“I said I’ll wait for them.”

With that, you’re eyes fluttered open, your lips turning up in a smile.

“I got this, Chopper.” You answered with a sore throat. Chopper left with a relieved sigh.

“Y/N-chan!” Without wasting a second, his arms immediately surrounded you, trapping you in a tight and warm embrace. A little sting on your abdomen made you hiss. It made him release you from his hold, opting to settle his hands on your shoulder before looking you in the eye.

And that was when you wished you took all the hurt you could have, so it did not have to make a home in Sanji’s face, it was a heartbreaking sight. Tears pooled in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks- ones that are hollowed from probably skipping his meals. His hair was disheveled but no—it was not the worst part—it was the same suit, same necktie, same blood-soaked clothes that he wore when you were shot. The hands on your shoulders continued to tremble. So you held it. Enclosed it against yours.

“I’m alright, Sanji, though it seems like you’re not.”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head from left to right. “No, I’m not,” he uttered in a voice so small you barely heard it. “Don’t tell me that you love me just to leave me.”

The statement made you clear your throat.

“Excuse me? I don’t think I recall saying that.” You didn’t know his eyes also held much power because they made you take your words back as soon as you said them. “I mean, yes, I did tell you I like you-“

“I do. I like you. Hell, I love you, Y/N! Don’t tell me you take a bullet for me and expect me not to? But please let me take the bullet for you next time. I’d rather suffer myself than see you… like this.”

He rested his forehead on the crook of your neck. Meanwhile, you leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“I can’t have you hurting in my stead. Let’s just compromise. How about taking down the enemies before they even touch us? I think that sounds better.”

“Yes, that does sound better. I won’t let them lay their hands on you. Never again. But…” you wondered what it was again when he pulled away from you, not that much really, just enough to stare deep into your eyes and communicate his message, “you still haven’t said it back.”

You smiled, a giddy one, a surge of warmth spreading like wildfire in your heart.

“I love you.”

Your lips pressed against one another, molding with his in a slow and passionate kiss. It was searing. The fire resisted to cease, rather, it only glowed brighter. Just like wildfire.

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[stellar-imagines]

WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#13 with Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Law.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Monkey D Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Trafalgar D Water Law ] 

「#13 ❝ Your hands are freezing!❞ with Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Law.」

MONKEY D LUFFY

The Strawhat Pirates had just gone through a huge blizzard that lasted for hours. During the blizzard, everyone was holed up inside doing their own thing. Nami took the chance to draw the map of the island you all just left earlier, Sanji was preparing lunch and Franky was busy fixing the Mini Merry. Robin and you were chatting with one another about the things you bought in the aquarium while Zoro took a nap. On the other hand, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper were playing some sort of board game they bought in the prevous island.

Once the boys were done with their little game, Luffy decided to pester you about th little trinkets you bought. Robin was talking about the book she just finished reading, giving you a quick summary of what it entails. Luffy seemed to be listening at first but he eventually fell asleep on your lap while you run your hand through his black hair in a soothing manner. Robin eventually left you alone with Luffy and before you knew it, the blizzard started to clear up and you all could go outside. 

After Nami announced that it was safe for everyone to go out, Luffy and Chopper were the first ones to run out onto the deck of the Thousand Sunny. On the other hand, you decide to change into warmer clothes and along the way, you picked up a jacket and scarf for Luffy. The moment you stepped out, Chopper was making a snow angel, Usopp was making what it seemed like a snow sculpture of a snow angel. 

"[First Name]! Come and make a snowman with me!" you heard your captain/boyfriend's voice. You looked to the side to see Luffy still dressed in his usual red vest and blue shorts. 

"Oh Luffy, you're covered in snow! You're going to freeze at this rate!" you hurriedly walked closer to your boyfriend, brushing the snow off his head before putting on the winter jacket on him. Luffy only giggled in response while you fussed over him and scolded him for not putting any warm clothes before playing in the snow.

"Thank you, [First Name]!" he smiles so brightly, melting away your worries. 

"Now come!" he grabs your hand abruptly, making you flinch at how cold his hands were. Luffy frowns when you pulled back your hand at lightning speed. You glanced at his fingers, noting the slight blue tint which was giving away how cold they were before glaring at Luffy. He only pouts at seeing your glare. You grabbed his hands, sandwiching them in your own hands.

"Your hands are freezing!" you exclaimed.

"And your hands are warm! Now, let's go make that snowman!" he giggles, pulling you towards where he was making a snowman earlier.

"No! We're getting some gloves for you. I have spare ones in my wardrobe." you stood still and tugged Luffy in the opposite direction. The male pouts and makes a noise that seemed to be one that expresses annoyance. Even though he was acting bratty, he still decided to follow you to your room where you lent him a pair of gloves.

"Now can we go make snowmen?" he asks after you put on the gloves for him.

"Yes, now we can go." you sighed with a smile.

Luffy cheers in excitement and began to pull you out to the deck. Even though he holds the highest status on the ship—being the captain—he always acts like a child. And even though Luffy and you were in a relationship together, you felt like you acted more like a doting mother rather than a girlfriend. But when Luffy roped you into a snowball fight between Usopp and himself, you felt like a child again.

RORONOA ZORO

Zoro was never good at showing his affection and he was never the one to initiate anything. But when craves it, he signals you with a small gesture. He will brush his fingers against your skin but it was easy to miss that, sometimes he tugs at your sleeve to draw your attention. Sometimes you love to just shower him with affection. And you remembered that at the beginning of the relationship, he'd try to escape your clutches to avoid embarrassment. He gets really flustered and sometimes ends up getting a bit angry. After exploding, he'll let you cling to him but grumble in annoyance. Now, he doesn't say much and accepts whatever you do.

Now that he's sleeping in the same bed with you, he can't believe how much he had changed from when you both started dating. His one good eye trailed over to your body laid next to him, cuddled up against his chest. He had taken a nap earlier during the day and it was hard for him to fall asleep now. The entire time you slept, he just laid down next to you, Hearing a small noise, his attention quickly snapped back to your sleeping face. His knuckles brushed lightly against your cheek, and you began to stir. Zoro moved his hand to reach for your own, engulfing your smaller hand in his larger one. 

"Zoro?" your sleepy voice called out to him.

"Your hands are freezing." he murmured, curling his fingers around yours in a tight grasp. He pulls the blanket a bit higher and moves closer, cradling your body protectively against his own. 

"Now that I'm awake, do you want to get something warm to drink? It really is cold for some reason." you suggested, pulling away from Zoro's hold and sitting up on the bed.

"Just drink some sake, it'll warm you up." Zoro smirks as you slipped on a pair of slippers. He follows you to the door, holding onto your cold hand.

"Did you know that drinking alcohol during cold weather can give you hypothermia?" you asked, guiding Zoro through the Sunny towards the kitchen. Just as you both expected, it's dark and no one seemed to be around. Lucky for you, Sanji gave you a spare key to the lockable fridge in case you got hungry in the middle of the night.

"Hah? Where did you hear that from?" Zoro grumbles, taking a seat on the dining table while you began to make some hot tea for Zoro and yourself.

"Chopper said the alcohol can cause the body to lose heat or something. You might feel warm but that's just a false sensation of warmth, apparently." you shrugged, before handing one of the mugs to Zoro.

"You sound like a know-it-all." he huffed.

"Well someone's gotta watch you when you're always drinking no matter the weather! Chopper told me to keep an eye on you in case you decide to get yourself drunk during winter. You're my boyfriend so I have to take good care of you!" you nudged Zoro as the two of you walked back to your shared room. He rolls his eyes and scoffs in response which earned a playful smack to his arm from you.

"Stop acting so annoyed by it, let's go back and cuddle for warmth." 

"Not only am I your boyfriend, but also your personal heater." he teased.

"You know.....I think Sanji will be a better heater than you, maybe I should just—“ 

"No. You're mine and we're going to bed now." the swordsman cut you off, and you couldn't help but giggle.

VINSMOKE SANJI

When the Strawhat Pirates docked on an island, everyone took the opportunity to explore. The crew had gone their separate ways to buy their own stuff which left Sanji on his own. Sanji decided to take the chance to not only get groceries enough to feed the crew, but also explore the native dishes and unique ingredients. He was eager to try some new recipes on board the ship, and experiment with all the different flavors and ingredients found on this island. Lucky for everyone, the island seemed to welcome pirates but just in case, Usopp and Brook followed Luffy so he doesn't cause any trouble.

On the other hand, you were wandering around for a snack after purchasing some new clothes for yourself. Though you're not as obsessed with food like Luffy, you loved exploring and trying new food. The bags around your arms were starting to get heavy when you continued wandering around the shopping area, passing by several restaurants and bakeries that caught your eye. While you were admiring the delicious and beautiful desserts displayed by the window, you started to get a bit hungry.

"[First Name]-swaaaaan!" you heard Sanji's voice call out to you. When you turned you heard to the source of the voice, you could see your boyfriend waving at you excitedly. You waved back and remained standing where you were since he was making his way toward you. He was holding onto a handful of grocery bags which were filled to the brim with various ingredients.

"You bought a lot of food Sanji!" you smiled.

"Not nearly enough to feel Luffy's bottomless pit of a stomach. But that aside, what did you get?" Sanji asked, trying to peek into the bag that you were holding onto.

"Just some new clothes, I'll show you when we get back." you grinned, showing off the bags that you were holding onto. 

"New clothes?! I'm looking forward to seeing them! But first, let me help you with all those bags. No lady should be carrying the bags and a true gentleman does all the heavy carrying." Sanji smiles brightly, reaching over to grab the bags in your hand.

Even though you protested, telling him that it wasn't even heavy. But Sanji being Sanji, dismisses your concerns and took the bags from your hands. He involuntarily flinches when his fingers come into contact with yours. You glanced at him with a look of surprise, wondering what it was that startled him. Sanji put down the bags he was holding and suddenly grasped your hands tightly, holding them up as he stared deeply into your eyes. You blinked a few times, noting how his eyes were full of concern.

"Um, Sanji?" you slowly pulled your hands away from his grasp.

"Your hands are freezing!" Sanji exclaimed.

"I'm fine, Sanji! That aside, do you want to get something to—"

"We need to go back to the Sunny and get you some gloves or else you'll freeze to death!" he exaggerates, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you towards the port. You rolled your eyes, knowing that Sanji will not listen to you at all until he gets you some gloves. ‘I guess we can try that cute little bakery I saw earlier tomorrow.’ you watched with a fond smile as your boyfriend hurriedly pulls you to the Sunny.

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW

Law was beyond exhausted when he stepped into your shared room. The room was dark, the only light illuminating the room came from the little night light that you purchased on an island that was famous for its handmade items—an island filled with talented individuals. He stares at the bed, noticing how you’re not there. All he wanted was to just sleep all his worries away. Quietly he sighs before he makes his way to his side of the bed. He had been up all night preparing medication and looking after the sick. 

He can't remember when was the last time he slept on the bed with you. When he finally slipped under the covers, he felt an overwhelming wave of loneliness. And at that moment, he wondered if this was what you tell him every time he doesn't come back to bed. He can't really remember when was the last time he actually slept on his own bed. Just minutes after he fell asleep, he hears the door to your shared room open. He shifts on the bed and saw you enter the room with a cup of tea in your hand.

”Sorry, did I wake you up?” you asked with a sheepish smile when you noticed that your lover was lying down on bed.

”No, I was just taking a short break. I need to check the stocks of our medicine again. We need to restock on the next island…..” Law mutters as you slowly close the distance between the two of you. 

“How long have you been working, Law? Why don’t you take a break and go to sleep?” you asked, setting down your cup of tea on the nightstand.

You watched your lover with a frown on your face, Law looks beyond exhausted and he obviously looked like he needed sleep. Worry swirls in your stomach when Law attempts to get up from the bed, only to let out a groan as his expression changed into one that showed pain. You hurriedly moved to his side of the bed and grabbed hold of his hands to stop him from moving. Upon closer inspection, you could see how he's shivering slightly despite sweating. 

"Your hands are freezing." you mumble with a frown, rubbing your thumbs against the back of his hand.

"No, I'm fine." he protests stubbornly.

"I'm pretty sure that we still have a few days until we make it to the next island since we just departed yesterday. You have plenty of time to check the storage. Why don't you just take a quick nap?" you tried convincing him. Law hesitates but he knows that you were right so he listened to you. After a while, you decided to get up but he catches your hand before you could leave.

"Where are you going?" he asks. 

"I'm gonna check with Bepo how long we have until we hit the island. Do you need anything?" you ask, observing your boyfriend's face. It breaks your heart to see him this weak and you know how much weight was on his shoulders since he's the captain of the Heart Pirates.

"Can you just stay with me?" he murmurs. 

"Fine, I'll stay." you whisper, Law closes his eyes when you sat on the bed next to him. He shifts to find a more comfortable position and finally found one that he was satisfied with. He has his face pressed against your leg, an arm hugging your leg while you rest your back against the headboard.

"Get well soon, Law." you smile sweetly, running your hand through his hair as he slept next to you.

Total: 2399 words Published: 01.02.2023

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[zoros-bandana]

Hello Dove, I've been reading your shots for a while now and I must say your work is lovely, and everytime I read them it makes my day.

I hope is not a bother, but may I request a platonic scenario with Zoro and a youngling swordsman. Basically the strawhat crew stopped by in a island to refill their supplies, Zoro being Zoro started to explore alone and got lost (as usual) and he saw a fight between the youngling swordsman and other pirates, witnessing their fighting style with their katana that looks like Shinobu Kocho from demon slayer, cause their katana is not for slay rather works like a syringe cause is always covered in poison. Zoro caught interest in the youngling somehow but failed in the attempt to reach them so the strawhats set sail. Without knowing the youngling was hiding in the ship cause their next destination is the same as the crew, cause the youngling was finding a person to get revenge on for whatever reason, in the end they ended up discovering the youngling and the rest I'll leave it up to you.

I personally love platonic scenarios and I don't see much of those, but of you accept them then it's ok. However if you don't make platonic scenarios, feel free to make changes if these request caught your intrest. Have a lovely night

Apprentice

(SFW)

Warning: mention of wounds, mention of drinking, mention of fighting, spoilers for Nani’s backstory, spoilers for Zoro's backstory

Summary: After finding a small boy on the way to the Isle of Tenohira, Zoro reluctantly comes to care for him, reminiscent of his past self in his stubborn and vicious sword wielding abilities.

Word Count: 4,000

The Going Mary docked at the small port, clear blue waters rocking gently as one-by-one the crew dismounted, leaving Usopp behind to care for his worn-out ship. It was agreed for only a short stay to collect necessities and supplies for the next stretch of vast blue, knowing anything longer than a few hours would detour their path for the Isle of Tenohira.

Zoro landed on the creaking wood, grunting as he peered over his shoulder at the sudden commotion caused by his captain. Rolling his eyes he watched as Luffy ran off laughing, Nami and Sanji following close behind, yelling at him for being careless and ignorant of his surroundings. Every trip curated the same response, predictable turnouts from his fellow crew-members as they scattered over the island, never sticking to the plan Nami instructed.

Looking around, Zoro noted his surroundings, figuring he would go in search of a bar to drink at for the duration of the time. The island, although small, made up for the distance with height, weaving hills dotted with pink shrubs falling beyond his sight. Figuring the sun was pointing east, he turned on his heels, heading west, walking towards thick shrubs away from the obvious clearing to the town.

He took his time wandering, assuming the bar wouldn't be far from his position, taking in the unusual sights around him. It was a particularly sunny day, a warm breeze rustling through the vibrant shrubs with a whistle as if they were singing out to the swordsman. The grass, if you could even call it that, was short and tuft, weaving strands of iridescent gold, dotting through flowers curved in oblong shapes.

Zoro shook his head, dizzy from the unfamiliar surroundings, parted at sea for what felt like weeks.

A call up ahead prompted Zoro to face to his left, easily spotting the commotion right away. A band of mismatched pirates surrounded a little boy no more than ten, laughing down at him. The young boy wielded a sword, unusual in appearance, as most things were here, with scaling edges down the blade, dripping in an ominous thick brown liquid. It was clear the sword was too large for the boy to hold, using both hands on the handle to lift it off the ground. Shrugging at the boys obvious stubbornness to fight alone, Zoro continued on, assuming the situation was under control.

As Zoro sat in the bar, he couldn't help but feel panicked, unknown to how the fight turned out; feeling a slight guilt in the safety of the child. Looking at the boys stubbornness and dedication to take out a band of pirates reminded him of a younger version of himself, holding onto a weapon that would've taken all his strength just to hold. He held his breath, hoping that the pirates wouldn't enter the bar, cementing only what he feared.

The more Zoro drank the less he remembered about what he saw, fogged over by the alcohol in his body; the ringing of chatter around him soothing his mind. He swayed along to their conversations, dancing silently to his own rhythm by the vibrato in their voices, amusing himself as he flagged down the bartender for another beer.

The doors of the bar crashed open, Zoro sluggishly looking over as someone called out his name, groaning as Sanji made his way over to him. He swore under his breath, wishing someone else came to collect him, scowling at the two-bit chef. Sanji ignored Zoro's look of disgust, grabbing onto his arm as he trudged out of the bar, barking at him. The crew had agreed to be back at the ship hours ago, and as per usual, Zoro lost track of time, drinking away.

Too blinded by hate to zone into Sanji's words, Zoro stumbled alongside him, his eyes darting around. He refused to look in his direction, the drug of alcohol creating a haze over the surreal island, making it seem almost amusing to him. And although this island sparked a particular interest in him, he couldn't help but feel soothed by the promise of returning to his beloved ship.

He couldn't wait to return back to his usual napping post.

Zoro awoke to a heavy crash, his hand reaching for his sword in a bid to fight whoever disturbed his drunken rest. Jerking his eyes around the room he was met with silence, a figure crouching behind one of the barrels in the corner, knowing they were caught. He assumed it was Luffy or Chopper, coming to pry some of Sanji's hidden treats, quickly lacing some venom in his words.

"Oi, piss of will ya! Ya wanna get cut? I'm tryna to nap here!"

"I'm sorry mister..."

Quickly, Zoro sat up, his eyes wide at the unfamiliar voice realising it wasn't a crew member. Focusing on the barrel, he watched as the boy he encountered before stepped out, his sword slung to his back. His innocent and round face was littered with cuts and bruises, one of his dark brown eyes clouded with a purple ring. His light ash hair seemed almost wet, sticking to his forehead, dipped with darker ends from what he could assume was blood.

"The hell ya doing here?"

"I snuck onto the ship"

"Well, yeah" he rolled his eyes, taking a stand. Zoro moved his neck around, cracking in a rolling motion, walking over to the barrels. "Ya need to get outta here, idiot, it's not safe invading a pirate ship!"

"I wasn't trying to invade" he admitted sheepishly, "I just needed a lift to the Isle of Tenohira"

"How'd ya know we were going there?" Zoro drew out his sword, sceptical of the boys knowledge.

"I heard the stringy one talking about it; the one with the hat"

Luffy.

Realising his mistake, Zoro withdrew his sword, sighing heavily. He was still half asleep, his brain feeling like static as he thought for a moment, unsure of what to do with the boy. He could throw the boy overboard, letting the sea drift him someplace he wouldn't have to step foot in? But it would cause too much commotion.

Looking away he sighed again, not wishing to look down at his soft and wide eyes, knowing he might give in and help him.

Zoro just wanted to nap.

Scratching his head, Zoro felt lost, confused on what to do. He didn't wish to put further injury on the boy, given his current timid and broken state, but he also knew he couldn't stay here, his rest disturbed enough. Suddenly, he had an idea, smiling wickedly, knowing exactly who would put some sense into the boy. Zoro was familiar with them enough to understand how they operated, viciously attacking any of the boys on the crew whenever they pleased, hoping the same end would be met for the boy in front of him.

That was it.

Zoro was decided.

He would take the boy to see Nami.

"Oh my dear, look at you!" Nami bent down in front of the boy, cupping at his face "what happened?"

Zoro's face dropped, not expecting her to react so sensitive to his needs. When he had brought the boy to the crew he received a hearty thud over his head, Nami immediately snapping at him for bringing a child onto the ship. However, as she faced the boy she shifted, turning almost into somebody he didn't recognise at all.

"Did that brute do this to you?" Nami's tone was snappy as she whipped her head around to Zoro, glaring at him. "If I find out you laid a hand on this poor child I-"

"No" the boy shook his head "I was ambushed by some pirates back at the island"

Nami turned back to him, whimpering her bottom lip as she pulled him into a sweet hug, her breasts engulfing the boys face, almost suffocating him. She cooed aimlessly at him, inaudible to Zoro as he stood there burning up, realising he should have been tougher on the boy and kicked him off as soon as he saw him.

"You really thought she would be mad at him, didn't you?" Sanji snickered, lighting up a cigarette. "You clearly don't know my sweet Nami-swan at all"

"Oi, shut up, ero-cook! Nobody asked you to speak"

Sanji quickly snapped into action, lifting his leg up to strike at Zoro, to which he swiftly dodged. Pulling out his swords, Zoro resumed a typical stance, mumbling profanities as Sanji attempted to land a few hits at any open area he could find.

"Will you both just be quiet!" Nami ordered, flailing her hands into fists as she smacked them each over the head. Shoving herself between the boys she created space to separate, clearing the thick air that hung overhead.

Luffy laughed, amused by the astounding situation, the addition of a possible new crew member exciting him. "I think we should keep him"

"Huh?"

"Luffy! You can't be serious!" Nami's face dropped, realising the possibility of the situation. A familiar feeling of anxiety fell over her, reminded of her horrible tangled past with pirates as a young girl, never wishing upon that for anybody. "We can't possibly accept a child to join our crew, especially since what has just happened! We need to turn the ship around and get him home to his -"

"I overheard you were travelling to the Isle of Tenohira" the young boy piped up, averting the attention back to him. Everyone continued their silence, waiting for the boy to explain further, giving him a chance to speak his peace. "I will be happy to leave once we have arrived; I just need a ship to take me"

"That's at least a three-day trip" Usopp interjected, informing the boy of his situation.

"I am aware, just please let me stay until you dock there"

"What has you so interested in this island, anyway?"

"I need to get revenge on some pirates" the boy lowered his voice, a hideous growl muffling his words.

Luffy laughed, reminded just how stubborn and vengeful his own right-hand was, noting similarities between the two. "Well, we will be more than happy to have you join us. What is your name?"

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After some time, Zoro returned to the crows nest, fuelled by his strict routine to get back into training. He was aware there was too much time lost, frustrated with the unwanted distraction of a child to focus on his goal. The weights he usually bared felt heavy, only frustrating him more, feeling much weaker than before. He knew nothing had chance but regretted falling out of his usual rhythm.

He lunged the weight back and forth, mimicking a swinging action similar to his sword, working his arms to swing all around him. As he spun around the room he stopped, stepping back in fright, tripping over his foot. The weight landed behind him in a crash, rocking the crows nest briefly, causing him to wobble off balance.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The young boy stood in front of him, his cuts and scrapes patched up poorly by Nami's efforts to coddle the child. He had changed into new clothes, a large t-shirt bunched up and tied off at the waist, showering him in fabric.

He ignored his question. “Do you mind teaching me that?”

"What?" Zoro acted clueless, hoping the boy would give up and leave.

"Would you teach me how to train properly to be a swordsman?"

"No"

The boy huffed, confused that Zoro would be so quick to shut down his request, despite his blunt and dismissive attitude to his presence. Unamused by the boy's childish behaviour Zoro stood his ground, turning back to his weights with a heavy roll of his eyes.

A harsh quiet fell over the crows nest, almost irritable, growing an intense and thick atmosphere. The hairs on the back of Zoro's neck stood at attention, a shiver running down his spine, knowing something bad was about to happen.

"NAMI!" The boy's voice rung through the crows nest, shrill and cruel. He added a drawn out whine, letting his voice be heard through the ship, rearing his beloved new friend. The addition of overdramatic tears rolls down his cheeks, making his performance theatrical and threatening for Zoro. He had already underlined his name in Nami's bad book, knowing this would corrupt him into something horrible; owning her something to make up for the child's woe.

Zoro felt a rush of regret fall over him, spiteful a part of him felt so connected to the boy in front of him. Since seeing the boy on the island, he couldn't help but sense a part of the stubborn swordsman inside him that pushed him to where he was today. But as he looked down at the manipulative tactics of the child, he realised he was far from the same.

"Fine!" Zoro snapped, turning around to face him with a roll of his eyes. Pointing to the boy with the end of his sword, Zoro held himself firm and cold, not wishing to give into pity for the sake of the child. "But I will not go easy on you because you're a kid. Understand?"

The boy nodded, a delighted smile replacing the well of tears, wiping away the snot from his nose. "I understand"

As per Zoro's usual routine, he trained, holding the same measures as he would against any object to come in his path. The boy, all the while clasping his sword, struggled to keep up with Zoro's intense ability. He accommodated both hands to lift his chosen weapon, making the fight more strenuous on his body, his arms and back caving at the heavy weight. And Zoro could feel it too, every hit that collided with the sword appalled him, wondering how someone of his size wield such a beast.

The sword matched the length of his own, the spikes curling through each clatter as they collided. Zoro feared what liquid oozed from the weapon but knew he was far from finding out such atrocities. He was a small child after all; Zoro was the master here.

However, no matter how hard and fast Zoro swung, the boy kept up, ignoring every inch of his body to give up. His hands were covered with thick callouses, grasping the handle of his blade tightly not to drop or lose sight of Zoro. Cuts and bruises littered his skin, fair to the word of keeping up with Zoro as much as he could.

He was learning fast.

He would be something great one day Zoro was sure.

Around the crew the boy would keep the same chipper attitude, slowly mimicking how they moved. He carried the same light-hearted and hungry energy as Luffy, challenging him to the last bits of meat Sanji worked hard to prepare; winning with Nami on his side. His stamina and aim heighten, time spent with Usopp throwing off Zoro's expectations for how quickly he was learning skills. Accidents and wounds lessened, learning how to fix his own incidents, knowing any setback would cause his training to lessen.

He was improving in all aspects, quickly adjusting to the movements and flow of sparring against Zoro, reminding him of a version of himself long forgotten. Zoro could see that now, misjudging his manipulation, realising how smart and creative the boy was in his own right.

Zoro's past stood in front of him, so vivid it haunted him in the night, keeping him awake from drawing in his memories. He viewed himself, the child, in the same determined nature which craved more, burning their bodies to the ground in pain; and no amount of rest would be enough to sooth them. He could feel himself attach to the boy, instinctively protecting his own shadow, and as the Isle of Tenohira grew closer, Zoro started to grieve something he was fond of.

"Oi!" Luffy's voice boomed through the ship, the clatter of his sandals beating against the deck. It had turned three days since the boy joined the crew, a day Zoro had began to dread, knowing instantly what that meant for his and the boys future.

In the crows nest Zoro caught onto Luffy's voice, the boy catching the same, however, failed to part away from his training; lifting the weights above his head. Unwilling to make the first move Zoro ignored the call, turning back to his own corner, twisting his sword around in motions that caused his head to spin, unable to keep up.

"Was that Luffy?" the boy finally spoke, grunting through his repetitions.

Zoro grunted, unable to look over at him, half afraid he might actually break. He didn't wish to admit he had grown fond of the child, distancing as much emotion as he could muster, his direction becoming a loose brick in his emotional walls built around him for years. He was started to enjoy the presence of somebody else in his space, quietly and in tune to his own routine, sliding peacefully compared to the distant chatter of his fellow crewmates.

"Should we go down? He is the captain after all?"

"Do whatever you want" Zoro bit, unwilling to move from his spot.

Latching onto a spot on the wall Zoro focused, hearing the boy behind him put down the weight. He said something, to which Zoro grunted again, unsure what exactly was being said, before leaving the crows nest. Zoro's vision began to blur, his focus slipping, wishing to go with him, see him one last time with everyone; but he also didn't wish to part from him. He could hear below him the crew, their voices echoing off each other, laughing, enjoying the few moments left together before separating on the Isle.

He was hurt.

Everywhere hurt, unsure where to pinpoint what was happening to his body.

It was only a child after all.

But a part of Zoro felt helpless, pathetic, unable to even face his friends or the child to say goodbye. Why was he craving to the idea of something so mirrored by his own actions? It should fuel him to move; to work better. He had always desired more, nothing being enough for him no matter who or what stood in his way. All he wanted was to live his dream, to focus on what was at stake, and nobody, not even a version of himself would stop him of that dream. He made a promise to himself. He made a promise to...

Zoro steps away from his post, looking around in despair. How did he not realise it sooner. The boy, it wasn't him. It wasn't a part of his past haunting words and memories of his upbringing, triggering his fight response. He was someone else. Someone he didn't wish to lose again.

It was Kuina.

Zoro quickly scaled down from the crows nest, fumbling as he landed onto the deck. The ship was deserted, everyone disbanding off the Mary, his voice calling in a desperate plea for anyone to still be aboard the ship. He didn't care how loud or broken his voice had turned, desperation forcing him to try every avenue; even if it meant he would be teased.

"What are you on about, Marimo?" Sanji's voice snapped, his frame appearing in the door of the kitchen. A cigarette was alight in his hand, flickers of smoke guiding up towards his brow. Zoro spun towards his voice, too rushed with adrenaline to capture fully who was in front of him. He just needed answers.

"Where did they go?"

"Who?"

"Everyone. The boy. Where are they?"

Sanji smirked, dropping his cigarette, letting his foot squish the remaining bud with a slight sizzle. "So you do care about him?"

"I don't have time for your half-ass comments, twirly-brow. Where are they?"

Looking out towards the Isle, Sanji nodded towards a patch of houses, spreading out into a clearing of people. It was undeniable how his friends stood out, Luffy's buoyancy and features standing out in the clutter of grey. His friends were clearly taken to the midst of the town, carelessly wading through for food no doubt, occupied in their own endeavours to care about the absence of the boy; his figure missing from his friends.

Zoro ignored the cooks advice, shrugging him off as he hurdled over the side of the ship. He didn't have time to argue over his useless directions, deciding he was wasting more time standing around than actively looking for the boy. He could feel his mind racing, his body struggling to compete with the overflow of words that swum around in his head. His eyes were frantic, knowing he couldn't dare leave any patch of the Isle unattended.

It wasn't long since everyone had parted from the ship, however, it was unclear to Zoro just how far the boy had got before colliding with those pirates. He was so quiet of how and why he needed to fight them, but there was a strong determination bubbling like fire within him, knowing he needed this and would stop at nothing to achieve it.

Zoro had participated in his fair share of fights, memorising every step and manoeuvre since occupying the battle field. He could determine when and where a band of pirates would attack, catching them out in a feverish rage before they suspected a crucial attack. Everything in his body was telling him to ignore the cooks advice, and while he knew it wouldn't be hard to do so, it was if something was pulling him to the other side of the island.

A commotion of voices caught Zoro's attention, averting him to change course, sprinting up a hill, weaving through thick trees. In one hand he had already untied the bandana around his forearm, prepared to cause a devilish scene to the upcoming voices, growing louder and cruel. It was obvious a fight was brewing, a sea of cluttered metal and shouting bringing out the small call of a shrill voice; someone he recognised well.

As Zoro reached the hill he saw the boy surrounded by a band of pirates, more dehumanised and feral than when he first met him. It was clear now why he swore revenge, the burning look in the child's eye was unmistaken; they had taken someone from him. And just like the rage and desperation to reunite with his dear friend, Zoro concluded in an instant what he needed to do.

Sliding through the battle, Zoro's sword flipped and sliced through several bandits. His motions were smooth and quick, catching the pirates off guard in a bid to get to the boy. He knew it would be an incompetent action, throwing everyone, even the boy off from their main objective. However, Zoro was prepared to catch them in a moment of weakness, letting them know the boy wouldn't have to fight alone.

Reaching the boy, Zoro stood close, almost protecting him. He stood to his side, nudging gently, the boys expression on the verge of bewildered tears. A part of him swore he would never see Zoro again, his last few moments heartless and rude; but he was glad he was here alongside him.

"Well, cmon them" Zoro raised his swords, looking over at the boy. A smirk was plastered on his lips, curling his grin in a cocky arch, determined to boost his ego. He could tell he wished to say something, pleased to have company in the rut of a mismatched battle; in over his head.

But Zoro needed this to stay between them - both knowing each other as their own outlook and companion.

"They'll have to take us both on if they want to defeat you"

[eelnoise]

random sex headcanons! (nsfw)

had some thoughts during my workout today, so i figured i'd write them out as a break from the endless wips in my docs. :) zoro, sanji, usopp(!), and law x afab reader tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow (hello soppers)

Zoro

Prefers a position where he can see your face.

He wants to watch you squirm under his touch, wants to see your expression twisting with ecstasy each time his cock slides against your walls.

Big on touch. His hands will glide along your body, squeezing at any flesh he can get his fingers around, but has a slight preference for grabbing your thighs - not only because he's a thigh guy, but because they're your thighs. Also helps him manhandle you into deeper positions.

Has two modes - rough and nasty, or gentle and loving. The first is more of a stress-reliever, or for a quickie in the training room before a meal, but its raw and real and even between his forceful strokes he's praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, that you take him so well, or that you're made for his cock and his alone.

But if he's in his feels about you, he prefers it slow and steady. Missionary, lotus, cowgirl, whatever it is, Zoro finds great joy in watching you enjoy yourself. He'll hold your cheek in his palm and if you nuzzle into his touch you may be rewarded with a long, passionate series of kisses and words of love between each one. He tells you that you make him happy, that you're perfect and beautiful, how he's so lucky that you put up with him, and how much he loves you.

Sanji

Also a big face watcher, just the sight of you moaning and mewling for him is enough to make the coil of delirium unravel. 

Takes a while for him to stop finishing so quickly (he loves you!), but he gets that iron will eventually - and will use it to make you into a panting, tired, sweaty mess. 

Super switchy. Sanji will always lovingly top you, but loves being the bottom. Ride him, peg him, and gently tease him all you want - just treat him like the sweet prince that he is and be affectionate. Show him that you love him, take it into your own hands and watch him melt into you. 

Really likes seeing you dressed up, just to dress you down later. Kisses your neck and coos in your ear about how lovely you look while he unzips your dress before sliding it down your shoulders and into a heap of fabric on the floor. Undresses you with a fire in his veins, taking his time to caress every inch of flesh available to him, kissing down your body while taking off each piece of remaining clothing that lies his way. 

A pussy eating king. Sanji knows taste, and will bury his nose as deep into you as he can, licking and slurping up your juices like it's his last meal. He kisses it often, usually murmuring something in his native tongue against your folds and making you shiver from the timbre of his voice. 

Usopp

The sweet boy is so shy. Takes him a few tries before he can even look you in the eye (he’ll cum too quick :( !) during. So at first he takes you mostly from behind. 

His hands love digging into the plush of your ass, though. Gets really hypnotized by the way it bounces back onto his cock and tends to lose himself in the moment and - wanting to see it move faster - absent-mindedly picks up the pace to slam into you with harder and harder strokes. 

Once he opens up a bit, you find that he's really fun in bed. He makes love to you like you're the last thing he'll ever touch, but will switch it up on the fly and rail you until tears of overstimulation peck at your tear ducts. Folds you around as he wishes, trying every angle, every position that he can wiggle the both of you into - and every time you're happy to let him experiment. 

Call him Captain Usopp mid-sex and its over for you. Something emerges from him that makes him go feral. Grabs your hair or your arms and fucks you faster and harder than he can realize himself. Very dominant this way too - demands you say it again, or to keep calling him by the name. Assaults your neck and back with kisses and bites, hungrier than ever to mark you up as Captain Usopp's girl.

Always makes sure to show his feelings for you through touch and praise, but always says “I love you!” right as he cums. 

Law

Usually has no preference on positions. Law will fuck you in any way you want. Though is apt to end up telling you how he wants to take you regardless, urging you onto your hands and knees, pressing you against a wall, or bending you over his desk. 

Great with his fingers. Coaxes several orgasms from you before even considering putting his cock in you. Long, lithe digits scissor in and out of your entrance, spurring you magnificently over the edge over and over again. Loves to shove his fingers into your mouth afterward, and can barely keep his focus when you clean your slick from them. 

Absolutely gets pussy drunk. His cock twitches wildly in response to your walls clenching around him, making his head spin with want and desire. Leans back to watch himself disappear deep inside of you again and again, mesmerized by the way your pussy grips him and how wet and warm and tight you are. 

Plays into your sensitivities. If you have sensitive nipples or breasts, his mouth is on them, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that have you crying out for more. Sensitive clit? Law is rubbing it in slow, agonizingly sweet circles as he thrusts into you, bringing you just to the edge of reality but not over it just yet. 

Very weak for affection, especially during intimacy. Hold his hand and hear him whine before grabbing you tighter and fucking you harder, but kiss him and watch his brain fray into blissful petals of pure devotion. Has been known to stop all together to just lock his lips to yours for a while. 

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

I DON'T CARE, I DON'T MIND 💉 TRAFALGAR LAW X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 8: BAREBACK

🐙requested by: Anonymous. Hello, yes! I forgot the gender lmaoo. Anywho... day 8 with trafalgar Law x fem!reader? (He's my recent obsession since I came to sabaody) ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. pretty sweet and silly. bareback. modern au in where Law still has amber lead's disease. 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

You wouldn’t mind, he is so hot… you wouldn’t care, you’ve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. 

“That’s amber lead’s, don’t come any closer” people whispered when he passed through corridors and halls. 

“Don’t even talk to him, the moment you touch that boy you’ll get it” they murmured when he sat down, alone, under a tree and ate his lunch. 

But you, even though you never came any closer, were never afraid of him and those white spots on his tanned skin. In fact, you spent most of your time looking at him from afar; the way his silver eyes scanned the books, the way his hands one random day appeared covered by tattoos… 

That last year of school went by flying, and that man didn’t even attend graduation, because his loneliness perhaps -or maybe how smart he was- allowed him to graduate faster than the rest. 

And, despite you never saw him again, he never, ever abandoned your mind.

However, destiny has twisted ways to make it happen, when something is supposed to happen… And it only took ten years. 

“Excuse me, Miss… My son isn’t feeling well, do you perhaps know what’s the waiting time?” A tall blonde man, with a kind appearance asks you, an ER nurse receptionist. 

You smile at him; it is almost impossible not to. He is young, so naturally you peek to the side to see his son. However, there wasn’t a kid in sight, so you ask. 

“Hi Sir, who’s your child?”

“Well, you might say he is still a child in a way…” the man says, pointing at a man of tanned skin and spotted white marks all over him, sitting with his phone. 

You immediately remember him, that boy of your school days. But he couldn’t be the same, you are sure his father looked almost like him and not like the man in front of you… yet, the moment he lifts his phone, you notice the D.E.A.T.H tattoos on his hands. 

Ten years have passed, maybe it is just a coincidence…

“Oh…” you blink, in awe… if that’s him, then, he has grown up to become an even hotter man that what you could have imagined. 

You quickly ask the “father” about his “child” symptoms, but it is the “kid” himself who stands up and starts talking to you. 

“Trafalgar Law, 26 years old, high fever, amber lead disease. I need antipyretics, that’s it. Insurance number 107460610” he says, not even looking at you, but constantly at his phone. 

Law… He is the same lonely guy you used to admire back in school.  “Ok, Mr. Trafalgar. Please, follow me…” 

Yet, Law was wrong. He didn’t just need to lower his fever, but, because of his rare disease he had to stay hospitalized for some time. And, to your surprise, one of those nights he remembered you very well. 

“You are (Name)-ya, right? From high school. I remember you had a polar bear plushie keychain on your backpack” he mutters while you happen to visit his room to inform he needed to sign some paper so that he could go home by the morning. 

You take your eyes from the documents; two opened big orbs fixing on his silver ones. Lips separating, warm breath coming in between your teeth. “He remembers me?”

“I am, yes. Law? The ho- the intelligent kid?”  “The horrendous? The lonely one? The sick, contagious kid? Yep” 

You immediately shake your head. 

“Not the horrendous, the hot one!” you tell him, sincerely. Maybe you shouldn’t have said it, but you won’t allow him to lie about himself that way. 

Law remains silent. His cheeks suddenly tinted in slight pink dust. He tried looking away for some time, while you also played dumb re reading the form you hold in your hand. 

“Would you like to grab some breakfast tomorrow when I’m finally off this place?” Law finally breaks the heavy silence only filled with the typical sounds of a hospital. “I mean, if you are not… afraid of this” he finishes, showing you the white spots all over his skin.

How could you be afraid, if those garnish his skin like the first snow of the year does to the sand on a beach? Like the clouds beautifully grow on a hot summer sky? Like the powdered sugar sweetens the most delicious pastries? 

“It’d be my pleasure, Mr. Trafalgar…”

You couldn’t sleep. You really couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned the whole night, you simply remained in your bed looking at the ceiling as if it had all the answers in the universe… answers you didn’t even know the questions to. 

October has already become chilly, and the autumn morning shines its orangey depictions all over your city. The scarf around your neck playfully flies with the breeze outside the hospital and it has you wondering why it is always so damn windy on every hospital door you’ve ever been to.

Such thought becomes interrupted by his sweet raspy voice, and it is actually the first time you come to think it took you almost ten years to hear it for the first time. 

Law didn’t touch you, but he called your name to make you turn around. In fact, his hands remain hidden inside his jeans; spotted ones and very tight to his long, long legs. 

“Law! Good morning! You are looking better under the sun. Let’s go, I know a good spot” you chime, smiling sweetly. Something inside you tells you to grab his hand in a very friendly way, but you stop yourself… is it because of his disease? Or is it because you are scared of making him uncomfortable?

“I follow you” he only curls a tiny piece of his lips upwards, and immediately after hides underneath a white fluffy cap. 

The spot you mentioned wasn’t exactly what Law was expecting; instead of a pâtisserie, you chose a tiny on the go coffee shop in front of the beach. And he was pleased you did; the cold sea breeze kissed his cheeks that helped with the constant blush to have such a beautiful woman by his side. 

Both prefer to fix your eyes towards the sea, as you sit on a bench facing the beach. A hot cocoa warms your palms, while a little inner voice screams to look at him. 

“So… what did you do aft-“ you want to ask; but you are cut short.  “I had a crush on you, (Name)-ya” Law startles you with those words. 

You quickly turn to look at him; out of words you blink slowly trying to process those words, maybe even unsure he had actually said them, or it was just your wishful mind. 

“Everybody turned their faces when I passed, they never looked but only murmured. But you, instead, looked at me. You looked at me. I guess you were just curious, but I still had a crush on you” he reassures. 

You smile, and your hand lands on his thigh. 

“I was, indeed, curious. But I also wanted to talk to you, to sit right by your side and ask about those “Sora the Warrior of the Sea” comic books… I am still curious… and I am still looking at you…” you confess, coming closer at him, slowly, so carefully. 

“Are you?” “I am…” 

Those words maybe were never said; perhaps, they were only thought. However, your lips encountered his so out of the blue, so sudden and unplanned. A kiss so long due, that could even make you laugh to think of how it happened… grown up adults acting like teenagers in love? 

Definitely, both of you act like it, as Law grabs your hand, and both stand up when the kiss breaks. 

“I know this will sound weird and so out of chivalry but… would you like to uh… visit that place?” he asks, pointing at a tiny love hotel from across the street.  

Out of chivalry he says? Well, perhaps. But who cares?

You’ve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him.

It took you two a couple of minutes to finally get a room; a Thursday morning isn’t a very busy time for that type of activities after all. 

Bam! The door of the room opened with his back hitting it as both kept kissing. 

“(Name)-ya, aren’t you afraid of my disease? My skin, see? Covered in this” he asks, while your hands work to undress him -rip his clothes off-. 

“What spots? I only see those sexy ass tattoos…” you smirk, kissing his neck and the heart inked on his chest. 

Truth is, science still fought over the “contagiousness” of that illness and still, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care. And Law couldn’t resist himself, no more. You were ok with those spots, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care! 

Skilful inked fingers, hands so deadly undress you as fast as desperate. Your skin, so different than his, so perfect, so kissable, also desperate, waited for his wet and warm kisses. 

Slowly, or maybe violent, both fell on a bed. Bodies jumping, looking at each other side by side on the ceiling mirror… it was almost magical to see the reflection of your flesh one against the other, rubbing, white spots against “healthy” skin… make me sick, I don’t mind, I don’t care! 

It definitely feels like making love for the first time, like teenagers touching other for the first time. You knew Law knows how to fuck a woman, but this time he couldn’t avoid acting clumsy and desperate. 

Kisses all over your skin, your nails carved on his tattooed back. I don’t mind for foreplay, just fuck me raw… bare… do not even think of it. 

He guides his sex, hard, warm into you. Hands a little trembling, kissing you nonstop. Your hips buck up, searching, allowing, letting him bury deep inside you. 

“Ngh… are you sure? I could make you sick…”  “Fuck me, Law. I don’t mind, I don’t care… I actually had a crush on you, too… And I still do…” 

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[i-28-29]

One piece doods + more of bellemere and shanks stuff bc they r besties bc im oda (real not fake) + school au thing

[doctorgerth]

a/n: I know this is supposed to be a fluff event but my heart said angst for this...it just fits the prompt haha please forgive me. There’s a happy ending I swear! Law has already claimed your heart...will he claim your lips too? Read to find out! 💋

pairing: Law x GN!Reader

warning: slight angst

word count: 1.5k 

candy heart prompt: Sweetheart - Goodbye (For Now)

LAW + SWEETHEART

Today was the day you’d been dreading since your Captain brought it to the crew’s attention.

Today, Law would be leaving to traverse solo to Punk Hazard in efforts to defeat Doflamingo. You’d known about his plan for weeks. Able to prepare in said amount of time, yet your heart still felt so unbearably heavy in your chest.

You’d been avoiding him all day. You knew it was immature, but why did he insist on going alone? Though you were well aware of Law’s obstinance and preference for handling things on his own, you argued endlessly with him about it. Wasn’t this what having a crew was for? To help him succeed; to protect and support him in his endeavors? He denied everyone’s help incessantly, and so you remained in your room as the rest of the crew were seeing their Captain off. Bepo’s pitiful wails echoed off the submarine walls, reminding you of your own sorrow.

You were confident in your Captain’s abilities, but those little bouts of doubt, along with not knowing exactly when he’d return was what left you restless. You’d never been without Law for very long since joining the crew a couple years ago. Now that you knew what you felt for your Captain was too romantic to be considered anything else, you weren’t sure how to handle not having him around for an indeterminate amount of time.

That was another reason you decided to close yourself off. You didn’t trust that you’d be able to keep your feelings in check in such a tender moment. You didn’t know if you could say goodbye without telling him how your heart yearned for him. It was inappropriate, untimely, and surely unrequited. You didn’t want to weigh your Captain down further with awkward feelings from a subordinate. Plus, you couldn’t possibly handle the rejection and having to say goodbye all in the same moment.

A familiar clicking of boots resounded down the hallway. You hoped and prayed they’d stride past your doorway, but of course, they stopped right outside your door. He knocked three times, waited a few seconds, then entered upon his own volition.

“Are you not going to say goodbye?” Was that disappointment in his voice? You hugged your knees tighter to your chest, avoiding his eyes.

“Goodbye, Captain,” you muttered begrudgingly.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Law was shamelessly amused by your pouting. He gently closed the door behind him, setting his duffle bag and Kikoku to the side. He walked casually over to your desk chair, turned it around, and sat down in it to face you, “You know I’m not accepting that.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Please don’t go’? We both know that won’t stop you.” Your words spit out like venom, stinging deep in his wounded chest. If only you knew how hard it was for him to leave. How hard it was to leave you. How if you had begged for him to stay, it’d be impossibly harder to leave than it already was. If anyone could make him stay, it was you.

“I promise I’ll return,” he reassured. He looked and sounded confident, but you didn’t miss the hint of uncertainty laced in that promise.

“When?” you pushed.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not sure.”

You turned to look at him now. His eyes bored into yours, golden and uncharacteristically soft, making you want to leap into his arms and plead for him to stay right there with you. “Can you at least promise to return safe and sound?”

Another shrug. His nonchalance was pissing you off and he knew it well, “I can’t guarantee that.”

“Then don’t go!” you begged louder than intended. He remained stoic as you stared at one another, but underneath the surface, his resolve was crumbling piece by piece. So many unspoken words begging to be heard were lost in the deafening silence.

Law was the first to break the tension, exhaling a deep breath as he motioned you to the edge of the bed, “Come here.”

You wanted so badly to defy him, but you couldn’t. Not when he stared at you so longingly, nor when he offered for you to be close to him like you've always wanted. You huffed as you shuffled along the bed, sat along the edge, and faced him. In this new position, your knees brushed, and that small moment of contact made your saddened heart immediately jumpstart to life; quickening its pace when he reached out and took your hands in his.

The silence returned as Law observed your hands intertwined. You’ve never touched like this before, but it was exactly the kind of intimacy you’d both been craving from one another. The calluses on his hands smoothing over the skin of your own felt comforting, and when he laced your fingers together, neither of you could ignore how perfectly they fit. As if your hands were meant to be held by one another; puzzle pieces at last fitting into place. Law was only making it harder for himself by touching you like this, that much he knew, but he couldn’t leave you without this embrace. In truth, he needed this gentle reassurance just as much. The warmth of your hands in his would be enough motivation to come back alive.

“At least take me with you,” you disturbed the peace with a small sob, “Or anyone. Just don’t go alone, please.”

Law squeezed your hands tightly when you offered yourself to his mission, “I can’t let you come.”

You’ve heard this before, but still, you just wanted to know why. “Why not? I can help with anything you need. I can…”

His fingers untangled from yours, but you didn’t have time to feel empty before his tattooed hands grabbed either side of your face; holding you steady and making you look right into his solemn eyes, “Because if something were to happen to you…” his throat tightened at the idea, voice hoarse as he finished his confession, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Though the way he was touching you so intimately should have been proof enough, those last eight words were the final confirmation you needed to realize that your feelings weren’t as unrequited as you had assumed. Law had deeper feelings for you and your heart soared at his indirect confession while his beat uncontrollably in his chest. It was time you knew.

You could feel the warmth of his ragged breathing against your lips as his face was suddenly inches from yours. His golden eyes flicked down to your lips, holding them in an enraptured stare. His mind was dizzy, fingers numb, lips buzzing with anticipation to feel yours against his own. Law has wanted to kiss you for so long now, but now that the opportunity has arisen, he was embarrassingly unable to do so. Though basking in the comfort of your warmth and wasting the day away with long overdue kisses was a dangerously tempting offer, he had things to take care of elsewhere. He knew you understood that despite your vexations.

His eyes slowly blinked back up to yours, “You’ll be safe with everyone else in Zou. I need you to stay safe. I need you here when I get back. Promise me?”

It took everything within you to nod, feeling lightheaded from the tension. You rested your forehead against his, “Promise me you’ll come back to me?”

After some time, he nodded. When his thumb brushed across your lips, you closed your eyes and sighed. “Save these for me?” he whispered, visibly struggling to not close the distance upon feeling the invitation of your soft lips beneath his fingertip. He was only furthering his torment. “Need something worth fighting for.” 

You scoffed with a light smile, “I’ll save a thousand kisses for when you come back.”

Extending the wait to claim what he’s yearned for since his feelings for you were realized would be agonizing, but he was glad to have something to look forward to upon his eventual return. He’d try his best to have a proper confession by then as well. Law pulled you into a tight embrace, cradling the back of your head with one hand and wrapped around your waist with another. You buried yourself into him, imprinting his scent into your memory to hold onto when the days without him were long. Pitiful as it was, Law missed you already, although he was closer to you than ever before.

“Goodbye, Captain,” you whispered into his neck. Your words and heart felt much more full.

“It’s just goodbye for now,” Law muttered, “I’ll claim what’s mine when I get back.” He smirked as he pinched your bottom lip between his fingers. 

And we won’t have to say goodbye ever again; a silent promise held safely in his thoughts.

a/n: I told you there’d be a happy ending! Maybe more bittersweet...But! Imagine how sweet the smooch will be in Law’s next chance(s). I have nothing but good intentions, I swear. 😇 Thanks so much for reading! <3

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency era! Law x Reader

A/n: a lovely chapter collaboration with my bestie @stargirldelight

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

As the Viscount addresses the noble officials and esteemed gentlemen in his study, he distributes the meticulously prepared papers outlining his ambitious plans. The room brims with anticipation as the guests eagerly peruse the documents, their eyes scanning the details of the proposed elite school.  “Gentlemen, I present to you my vision for the future—an academy that will nurture the minds of our elite youth, fostering their growth and preparing them to lead our society.” He announced, his voice echoing in the study “This institution will not only impart knowledge but also cultivate character, instilling in our students the values of honor, integrity, and excellence.”

The noble officials and gentlemen pore over the information, their expressions reflecting their growing interest in the Viscount’s proposal. Excitement fills the room as they discuss the potential impact and opportunities that the school could bring to their respective regions. “This is an extraordinary initiative, my Lord!” One Noble official chirped “The establishment of such an academy will undoubtedly elevate our region’s intellectual and cultural standing. Count me in for support.” A noble gentleman then stood up “I am impressed by the comprehensive approach outlined in these papers. It demonstrates your commitment to providing a well-rounded education for our future leaders. I’m honored to contribute to this endeavor.”

The Viscount watches with satisfaction as the noble officials and gentlemen express their enthusiasm for the project. He has dedicated countless hours to carefully crafting these documents, considering every detail to make his vision a reality. “Gentlemen, your support and involvement in this venture will shape the future of our society. Together, we can establish an academy that will be a beacon of knowledge, fostering excellence and producing exceptional leaders for generations to come.” One by one, the noble officials and gentlemen affix their signatures to the papers, symbolizing their commitment and contribution to the noble cause. The Viscount’s vision is beginning to take shape, propelled forward by the collective dedication and determination of these influential individuals.

As the papers are signed and exchanged, the room hums with a sense of anticipation and shared purpose. The Viscount’s bold aspirations for the elite school are well on their way to becoming a reality, thanks to the support and collaboration of those in attendance. With each signature, the future of the academy becomes brighter, and the Viscount’s dreams inch closer to fruition.

………

You take your seat next to the Duke, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment. You had hoped to avoid him after your earlier argument, but now you’re left with no choice. As the toasts begin and the guests settle down, you steal a glance at the Duke, who seems composed and unperturbed by the tension between you. Thoughts swirl in your mind, contemplating how to handle the situation. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay composed and make the most of the evening. After all, you wouldn’t let one disagreement ruin the entire gala. Your father’s toast fills the room, and you join in the applause as he finishes. With a polite smile, you engage in small talk with the guests seated on your left, trying to distract yourself from the presence of the Duke beside you. However, you can’t help but feel his gaze on you, and you know you’ll have to address the tension, but not now. 

As you and the Duke continue sitting beside each other, a noticeable tension fills the air, and neither of you seems willing to break the silence. Your pride and stubbornness hold you back from initiating a conversation with him. However, your uneasiness is soon interrupted when Prince Geno, who’s seated across from you, decides to engage in a conversation. The Prince leans slightly forward, catching your attention. He flashes a charming smile, and you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach. “My Lady, I must say, you look absolutely stunning this evening. The gala wouldn’t be the same without your presence.”His words draw the attention of other ladies who were vying for his attention, and they pout as they see him conversing with you instead. “Thank you, Prince Geno. The feeling is mutual.” You replied, voice smooth like silk “Your presence adds a touch of elegance to any gathering.” The Prince chuckles softly, clearly pleased with the compliment. As the conversation continues, you find yourself surprisingly at ease in his company. He possesses an easygoing charm and genuine interest in what you have to say, which makes you feel valued and appreciated.

As you continue conversing with Prince Geno, you notice the Duke’s occasional glances in your direction. His jealousy is evident, though he manages to hide it well from the prying eyes of the other guests. However, you catch a glimpse of his tense body language before he abruptly stands up and follows one of his guards, who whispers something in his ear.

You choose to ignore his sudden departure, focusing on the pleasant conversation with Prince Geno. The Prince’s easy charm and genuine interest in you have captivated your attention, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying the company.

Meanwhile, the Duke’s mind is filled with a mix of emotions. His jealousy, combined with the earlier tension between the two of you, makes him conflicted. He wonders why he feels this way about you, especially since he’s known for his reserved and aloof demeanor around others. His heart and mind seem to be at odds, but he can’t deny that there’s something about you that intrigues him. As he follows his guard’s lead, his thoughts continue to drift back to you, even as he tries to focus on whatever information the guard is providing. He can’t shake the feeling that he wants to understand you better, to peel back the layers of your personality and discover the real person beneath the societal expectations.

Back at the table, you excuse yourself from Prince Geno’s company, thanking him for a delightful conversation. He smiles warmly and expresses his hope to see you again soon. You return the sentiment, feeling grateful for the Prince’s intervention and the enjoyable evening he provided. You step outside the grand dining hall, needing a breath of fresh air and a moment to collect your thoughts. As you walk out, you notice your father, the Viscount, glancing at you briefly. His concern for your well-being is evident, but he says nothing, letting you have some space.

Unbeknownst to you, the Viscount, being aware of the people invited by your stepmother, understands the potential dangers that could arise from some of the guests. He cares deeply for your safety and decides to take precautions. He discreetly instructs one of his trusted guards to keep a watchful eye on you from a distance, ensuring your protection without drawing any unwanted attention.

Outside the grand estate, the night is serene, and the stars twinkle above, providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the gala. You stroll along the beautiful garden paths, your mind still lingering on the events of the evening. Despite the festive atmosphere, you can’t shake off the feelings of unease and confusion brought on by your encounter with the Duke and the sudden arrival of Prince Geno. As you walk, the guard assigned by your father blends seamlessly into the shadows, following at a respectful distance. You may not be aware of his presence, but his watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring your safety from any potential threats.

———-

As the guard leads him to his traveling advisor and Ace, the Duke notices their solemn expressions, and a sinking feeling washes over him. “What’s happened?” he asks, trying to remain composed. The traveling advisor takes a deep breath before speaking, “I’m afraid your father’s condition has worsened. The doctors are deeply concerned, and we believe you should return to Dressrosa as soon as possible.” Ace chimes in, his voice heavy with concern, “Yeah, the situation doesn’t look good. You should be with your family, Duke.”

The news strikes the Duke’s heart like a heavy blow. His father’s illness has been a constant source of worry, but the reality of his worsening condition brings a wave of emotions. “I understand,” he replies, his voice slightly trembling. “I must go back immediately.” His mind races with conflicting thoughts and feelings. He knows his duty lies with his family and his kingdom, but a part of him can’t help but think of Lady Y/n, the encounter they had at the gala, and the spark of something unfamiliar that ignited within him. “I hope everything will be alright,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

Ace nods sympathetically, “We’ll handle things here, Duke. You take care of what’s important. If you need anything, you know you can rely on us.” With a heavy heart, the Duke bids his friends farewell, his thoughts now consumed with his father’s well-being and the responsibilities awaiting him back home in Dressrosa. As he prepares to leave the gala, he can’t shake the sense of unease that lingers in his mind, both about his father’s condition and the unexpected impact Lady Y/n had on him.

As he departs from the grand estate, his mind is a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. The future of Dressrosa now hangs in the balance, and he must face the challenges that lie ahead with strength and determination. But somewhere in his heart, a flicker of hope remains, sparked by the encounter with you and the possibility of something more beyond his royal duties.

——-

As you turn around, startled by the sudden presence behind you, you find yourself face to face with a striking young lady. The girl’s white eyes and hair give her an ethereal appearance, and her elegant attire exudes confidence and grace. Your curiosity is piqued as the girl apologizes and introduces herself as Parisa, the step sister of the military hero, Ace. “I’m sorry if I startled you,” Parisa says with a warm smile, her voice gentle and soothing. “I’ve been observing you from afar, and I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be in need of a friend. It can be quite overwhelming with everyone approaching you at this gala.”

Your guard slowly starts to lower as you realize that Parisa’s intentions are genuine. You appreciate her candid approach and honesty. “You’re right,” you admit with a soft smile. “It has been quite overwhelming, and I’m grateful that you approached me. I could use a friend like you to help me navigate through this social maze.” Parisa’s smile widens, and her white eyes seem to sparkle with kindness. “I’d be more than happy to be that friend,” she says. “I know the ins and outs of high society, and I can introduce you to some respected families who could be great connections for you.” Feeling a sense of relief and gratitude, you extend your hand towards Parisa. “Then, I’m honored to accept your friendship,” you say sincerely. Parisa clasps your hand warmly, sealing your newfound connection. “Likewise,” she replies. “Let’s make this gala and many more events to come a lot more enjoyable, shall we?”

Throughout the rest of the night, you and Parisa stick together like two peas in a pod. You laugh, chat, and share your hopes and dreams, forming a bond that feels like it has been years in the making. You feel an unexpected sense of comfort and belonging in Parisa’s presence, as if fate had brought you together at the perfect time. As the night winds down and the guests start to bid their farewells, you feel a renewed sense of confidence and excitement for your future in high society. With a friend like Parisa by your side, you know that the daunting world of aristocracy will no longer feel like an insurmountable challenge….but rather an opportunity. 

———

You stand before the grand mirror of your bedroom, reflection adorned in the resplendent elegance of your gown which reflected the aftermath of your welcome gala. The ball had been a whirlwind of laughter, music, and whispered secrets in the opulent halls of high society. Your eyes sparkle with a blend of excitement and weariness, a testament to the extravagance of the evening's festivities as well as the successful foundation to the framework of your future. 

As you extended a delicate hand to trace the intricate embroidery of your ever so slightly worn gown, Emily bustled into the room, her breath slightly hurried. "Lady Y/n," Emily's voice quivered, "Forgive my intrusion, but your father urgently requests your presence." Your brows furrowed in mild surprise. "My father? Is everything alright?" "I'm not certain, my lady" Emily replied, her gaze averted. "I just know that he wishes to speak with you." 

You nodded, dismissing her apprehension with a gentle smile. "Very well, Emily. Please inform him that I shall be there shortly, thank you." As she walked through the marbled corridors, You couldn't help but wonder about your father's sudden summons. The heavy wooden door to his study loomed ahead, and with a soft knock, you entered. The man of distinguished stature, looked up from his mahogany desk, his eyes a mirror of your own. 

His concern was etched onto his features. "Y/n," he began, his voice a blend of warmth and gravitas yet trembling, "How was the ball, my dear?" Taking a seat opposite him. You carefully craft your words, vieling the truth and speaking only of what shouldn’t concern him further with a graceful smile. “The evening was splendid, the guests seemed pleased and must’ve found the festivities delightful.” The Viscount exhaled a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly.

“I am glad to hear that. Did you mix in and form relationships with any of the guests?” You felt heavy with confessions, “These events can be…precarious, as you know well enough.” You shielded the whole truth from his ever-so-caring and cautious ears. Your father seemed far from at ease and on the edge of his seat, the last thing on your agenda was to further burden him by telling him the whole truth. The truth about all the fleeting moments you spent with the duke, whether they be good or bad. You couldn't let him know, steering away from becoming his cause of concern.

"Indeed, Father. I met a young woman of my age named Parissa. Her charm is matched perfectly by her intellect and the sheer poise she carries herself with.” The Viscount leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Parissa, you say? A relationship worth exploring.” With a soft, rhythmic cadence, he absentmindedly tapped a silver pen against the polished surface, the faint sound reverberating through the air as he grappled with the weight of his concerns. “And what of the gentlemen? Did any of them exhibit qualities that warrant consideration?"

You took a deep breath, heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and hesitation. There was something you longed to share, the momentous encounter that had left an indelible mark on you; but the words remained trapped within your chest, like fragile birds unwilling to take flight. Your father looked up, catching your gaze in his. You opened your mouth, a semblance of a smile forming; but the unspoken words lingered, caught in the delicate dance between your thoughts and your tongue. 

The room seemed to hold its breath, too calm, too still.

The viscount brow furrowed slightly, his attention fully on you. "Is there something you wish to say, Y/n?" You manage a small smile, fingers curling around the edges of the table ever so slightly, collecting the pieces of the broken train of thought, hopefully without his notice. "It's... nothing of great importance, Father. Just a passing thought." He leans back into the thick cushion of his armchair, a hint of worry lingered in his gaze. "Very well. If it ever becomes more than a passing thought, know that you can always share it with me."

Your heart swelled with somewhat relief and regret as you nodded back. “Although…there was another gentleman at the gala who somewhat stood out against others.” The viscount looked up, his expression curious, almost anticipating the words. "Oh? Pray tell, Y/n. Who might this gentleman be?" "He's Sir Genos," Viscount's brow lifted, at the mention of the boy's name. "Sir Genos, you say? An intriguing proposition, my dear. His connections and resources could indeed hold potential for the academy."

You nodded, heartened by your father's receptiveness. "Exactly, Father. By fostering such alliances, we could contribute to the betterment of our family and the causes we hold dear." The viscount leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips regardless of the mention of another young man, in league for his daughter's hand in marriage. Though the thought of someone unworthy of you plagued his mind rotten after what happened to his eldest. "I must admit, you have a keen eye and a noble heart, Y/n. I am pleased to see your commitment to our family's legacy." 

Your father let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief as the weight of his concerns seemed to ease, at least for the moment. His daughter's thoughtful words and the prospect of potential alliances had brought a glimmer of hope into the room, dispelling the shadows that had clouded his mind. He looked at you with a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, dearest," he said, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "It is reassuring to know that you share in our family's aspirations."

With a nod, he gestured toward the door. "You may go. I appreciate our little conversation." He spoke rather softly. As you stepped away from the desk, a gentle air of understanding passed between you two with mixed predicaments lingering in the shadows unanswered, kept hush under the rugs. The grand room seemed to exhale along with your father, some tension dissipating like a fleeting breeze. With a parting glance, you left your father's study, leaving him to the solace of his work.

—————

The weary Viscountess sank into an ornate chair, her delicate fingers wrapping around the porcelain tea cup before her. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow on her fatigued face, bearing the traces of the elegant gala that had recently transpired. The strains of music and the murmur of conversation still echoed in her ears, a stark contrast to the tranquil solitude of her chambers. The Viscountess's fingers trembled with a mix of anticipation and longing as she delicately broke the seal of the letter, her heart quickening in sync with the rustle of paper. 

With each unfolding word, her lover's voice seemed to whisper in her ear, bridging the distance between them. The inked expressions of affection and devotion wove a tapestry of emotion, igniting a tender smile that graced her lips as she read…

My Dearest Viscountess,

Allow me to express my sincerest admiration for your grace and elegance, a beacon of refinement amidst the tumultuous sea of society. It is with utmost respect that I address you, for your presence alone bestows an aura of enchantment upon any occasion. As we both traverse the labyrinth of our societal obligations, It is in our best interest to kindle added intimate connection; a certain space where we may intertwine without the prying eyes of the world.

In this pursuit, I humbly extend an invitation, a delicate whisper shared only between us, to consider convening at the Rose Cottage. Nestled within the embrace of a forest known as the Cottage of Roses, this private sanctuary is a haven of tranquility and seclusion. The Rose Cottage, adorned with timeless opulence and treasures echoing tales of eras gone by, shall be the backdrop for a meeting of hearts and minds, a respite from the rigors of our station.

May this letter serve as an echo of my fervent desire to cultivate a connection that transcends the superficiality of our world. Let the whispers of the wind through the leaves be our confidants, the rustling of petals beneath our feet a testament to the delicate steps we take towards intimacy. I await, with bated breath, your response to this missive, and I fervently hope that the Rose Cottage shall soon bear witness to a union of spirits.

Until then, I remain, with unwavering devotion and the deepest of regards,

Sir Donquixote Doflamingo.

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