#SMOOCHES FOR SHACHI

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Shachi x cisfem!reader

A birthday treat for all the Shachi lovers out there! I love you, my main mans!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Rated: G

Reader has a huge crush on Shachi, the moment friends become lovers, Reader is a baker, sweet and soft!!

No beta for this, if you see any mistakes, no the fuck you didn't 🥰🥰🥰

ᴿᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ⁱˢ ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᴳ, ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ! ᴹᴰᴺᴵ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵇᵉˡᵉᵈ ⁿˢᶠʷ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ! ♡

The sweet smell of baked goods constantly floated through the Polar Tang ever since you joined, not that anyone's ever complained. Whoever said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, they weren't lying - especially when it came to Shachi. 

It didn't take the redhead long to catch your attention, always happy to be the guinea pig for your goodies, which, in turn, caused you to spend the most time with him. It didn't bother you in the slightest. 

It got to the point where you would gush to Ikkaku every night as you both settled in your small, shared room, your best friend shaking her head every time with the reply of, “Just tell him!” 

“Absolutely NOT,” You'd snap back, horror flashing across your face before bursting into genuine laughter with her. 

One beautiful Sunday in April, the only place you would be found was in the kitchen. From the moment you woke til the sun set, you worked tirelessly on a new recipe you were praying would come to fruition. 

Taking a bite of your newest creation, you frowned after a few chews, giving a heavy sigh through your nose as you stared down at the pastry. 

“What's got you down, jelly bean?” 

You jump in surprise, turning around to see Shachi sitting at the island that separated the kitchen from the eating area. He had a playful frown on his face, almost in a mocking manner as he chuckled out, 

“Jeez girl! What's got your panties in a twist?” 

He snickers as you whip your small, half bitten donut ball at him, catching it in his hand before popping into his mouth as you reply, 

“I'm just… frustrated. I've been working on this for days and I just…. Can't figure out-” 

“What it's missing?” 

You huff at him with an unimpressed look at him cutting you off, though you nod slightly and continue, 

“It's getting me worked up, I won't lie. I just, ugh, I don't know.” 

You give a heavy shrug before leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, your head tilting back as you give an irritated glare to the metal ceiling. 

“... want some help?” 

Your head raises so you could stare at him instead, eyes flickering over his shaded face to find any indication of joking. You then gave another heavy sigh before nodding again, waving to your bowl of batter on the counter beside you. 

He quickly sat up and came around the island, humming and haa-ing to himself as he looked over everything on the counter. 

“Are you dead set on the vanilla?” 

You raise a curious eyebrow at him though he doesn't reply, instead grabbing a small vial of caramel extract, giving a small grin before opening the lid and tipping it into the batter. You stiffened at his actions, watching him with a hawk-eyed stare as he moved it into the batter before making a small ball and dropping it into the pot of oil on the stove. 

He carefully used the slotted spoon to turn the ball over, finally taking it out when it was golden brown. He spooned it into the bowl on the counter containing sugar and cinnamon, rolling it around for a few seconds before taking it out and holding it out to you. 

“Shachi, it's still hot! Put it down, you goof!” 

He laughed and shook his head slightly before taking a bite, his sharp teeth tearing into the donut ball easily. He hissed as steam immediately rose, his free hand coming up to rub at the tip of his nose before offering you the other piece. 

You cupped a hand under his, ready to catch the ball, but he didn't drop it, only holding it closer to your face with a slightly cheeky smirk. You rolled your eyes in return, a playful grin on your own lips as you took the rest of the ball into your mouth. 

You couldn't see it, but his eyes widened behind his shades, his breath catching in his throat as your tongue brushed against his fingers tips, lapping the cinnamon sugar off them gently. You haa-ed out the steam, quickly chewing the donut, and you couldn't stop the wide grin that overcame your face as the sweet tasted danced over your tastebuds. 

“Shachi! That was genius!” 

The redhead grinned in return, rubbing the back of his head with a shaky laugh before he replied,

“Ah, it was nothing. I just feel like I've watched you enough to know what would work well?” 

You rested a hand over your heart as you gave a soft, “Aww, Shachi…” before you pulled him into a tight hug. He clung to you in return, his heart pounding in his chest as your perfume fell over his senses. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to breathe you in as much as possible, etching the feel of your body against his into memory almost desperately. 

When you finally pulled away, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, grinning up at him as you commented, 

“I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks Shachi.” 

He couldn't reply, his words dying in his throat as the sound of his heart thudding descended him. He stared down at you near breathlessly, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he leaned in slightly. 

Your cheeks burned at the movement, your eyes flickering from his shaded eyes to his lips a few times before you met him halfway, your eyes finally sliding shut as your lips met his. 

He pulled you right to him, chest to chest as one of his hands went to your hair, his palm cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips, begging for entrance. You gave it with a soft, muffled moan, your fingers tightening around his boiler suit as if to keep him as close as possible. 

When you finally parted to breathe, you stared each other down before he finally broke the silence with, 

“... So, that totally means you're my girlfriend now, right?”

You blinked a few times before bursting into laughter, grinning up at him as you responded, 

“I guess so! I also guess this means it's your birthday gift.” 

He choked at that, his own cheeks burning as he jokingly moaned out, 

“Aww, you didn't get me a real gift?” 

You laughed and shook your head, one hand moving to cup his cheek as you brushed the tip of your nose against his lovingly as you joked back,

“You don't need anything. Just knowing you have me now should be more than enough!” 

Shachi pouted slightly before leaning in to press a few soft kisses to your lips, holding you to him again for a bit before finally letting you go. He gently pushed loose hair from your face behind your ear before asking, 

“Did you want me to help you with this?” 

You looked over your shoulder at your project for a moment before humming, turning back to him with a small grin as you commented, 

“Honestly, I think I'd have much more fun doing this with you. I'd love your help.”

He grins in response before peppering your face in a few sweet kisses, thanking whatever gods existed above that you loved him just as much as he loved you. 

“Best birthday ever,” he breathed, catching your lips in one more loving kiss. 

[buggyandthebartoclub]

wips

[peanutbubba]

Zoro shanks ace and law (seperate) x male reader fluff please i dont care if u add or remove anything dowhatever u wnat

OP Men x Strong Reader

Male reader, fluff, Ace and reader aren’t in a relationship, Reader is insecure of his strength in Law’s, not beta read, drabbles, Pre-timeskip Zoro (600+ words), Shanks (600 words), Law (800+ words), Ace (800 words)

Red Hair Shanks

Shanks was never the type of man to be tied down, as a pirate he could never really afford too, he had a dream and desire to be on the sea, it was as plain as that.

But when you came and joined his crew you took all that and threw it on its head, now there was hardly a moment where Shanks wasn’t thinking about you, or outright flirting shamelessly with you.

All of this started just because you were considerate to him, always keeping a keen eye on your captain.

Days where he was struggling with only having one arm, phantom pains, cramps in his arm, whatever it may be on that day you were sure to help him with no questions. You took on the weight of his burden without him even needing to ask, and that’s what made him fall for you so easily.

And on top of that you’re extremely hot, while you were super strong at the same time, what’s there not to like about you?

“Shanks, you’re staring off again,” You sigh, a small frown on your face, “Are you sure you’re not tired? I can take the night shift.”

Immediately Shanks shakes his head, red hair messily going back and forth with the motion, “No, it’s fine.”

You simply roll your eyes at your stubborn Captain, instead deciding to change the topic to something else, “What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he answers quickly, his voice genuine as he cockily smiles at you.

“Oh? So you'd rather fantasize over me rather than actually talk to me?” You tilt your head, smirk on your face as you tease Shanks.

“What?! That’s not what I meant,” he hurriedly says, his cocky attitude dropping nervously for a second.

You simply laugh, finding Shanks’ behavior funny, how a many could go from confident to worried in a second just pure funny. “Yeah, I know.”

Shanks deadpans, sticking his tongue out at you and blowing raspberries like a kid would, “You’re terrible.”

“Aww, but you still love me,” you point out, not at all deterred by Shanks’ comment, bumping his arm with your shoulder.

“Do I?” He replies back sarcastically, turning his head in faux pondering.

Punching his arm playfully you grumble, “No more kisses for you.”

“What?! Come on, anything but that baby,” Shanks pouts, taking the hit on his arm before leaning down and wrapping it around your waist.

Leaning towards you he tries to steal a kiss from your lips but you turn your head, a small whine of displeasure coming from shanks at the action.

Burying his face in your neck he mumbles another plea, his beard scratching you, red hair also tickling your face as it’s blown by the night breeze, “Please, I’m sorry.”

You sigh, your arms wrapping around Shanks as he perks up slightly, leaning in to get a kiss again. This time you allow him, your lips melting nicely against his in a sweet smooch, pulling away to be met with his goofy smile once again.

He tries leaning in for another one but is stopped by you, grabbing the man and hoisting him over your shoulder, his hand grabbing his coat as it falls from his shoulders.

He blushes at how easily you pick him up, hitting his hand against your back gently, “What are you-“

“Beckman’s here, let’s go to bed.” You quickly answer, beginning to move to your shared quarters.

Looking up Shanks sees the gray haired man waving goodbye at them, a knowing smirk on his face as Shanks goes tense. “Goodnight, Captain, Y/N.”

Trafalgar D. Water Law

A lot of the time Shachi would play pranks, usually harmless and all in good fun, until it suddenly goes wrong and they’re stuck with more chores than usual after Law catches them… However, it never deterred him, surprisingly.

You had been peacefully checking the Polar Tang’s pipes, making sure there were no punctures or complications. A careful hand on the delicate piping, when Shachi comes over with one of the most disgusting looking bugs you’ve seen in your life, throwing it on you.

The yell you let out when you felt it crawling on you, it was like you were being murdered, hand tightening around the pipe and accidentally crushing and ripping it in half.

Your hand immediately letting go of the pipe and swatting the bug off of your body, disgusted yelps leaving you until it finally falls off of you.

Looking up you see how Shachi stares at the wall in horror, you already know what he was looking at, however still turning around your face goes to horror when you realize how there is no longer a major chunk of the pipe.

Slowly turning to each other the both of you staring with terrified expressions, fast footsteps making you both panic and whisper yelling at each other. “What the fuck, Shachi!”

“Dude, how was I supposed to know you were gonna react like that?!” He hisses back.

Grabbing the broken pipe you quickly hide it behind your back, scooching back so the broken pipe lining the way was also hidden, Shachi also standing next to you to hide it.

Finally you see Law appear from the corner, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay? I heard screaming.” He directs at both of you, worry in his tired eyes.

“Nope. We’re alright here, captain!” You respond quickly, your best poker face on.

And you watch nervously at how Law’s eyes narrow at you, then Shachi, but he seems to relax and accept the answer, nodding before turning around and leaving.

When he’s away from sight both you and Shachi begin to panic harder, beginning to push Shachi down a hallway. “Go find that bug before it finds him!”

Nodding he quickly runs off down the hallway the bug scittered off across, you going in the opposite direction to the room that houses extra pipes.

Quickly you place the broken pipe down in its section before fetching a new one, rushing back out the room and back down the hallway that had the broken pipe.

Out of breath you try to get air in your lungs harshly, getting to work once your lungs didn’t feel like they were on fire. Detaching the other broken pieces, replacing it with the new pipe, finally calming down when it was fixed.

It doesn’t last long though, Shachi coming back down the hallway to you also out of breath. “Help me… find a box.” He says through gasps, his hands clasped in front of him.

Getting up, you collect your tool box and go with Shachi, scouring the supply closets for an empty cardboard box, eventually finding one and stuffing the bug in there, sealing the box shut with tape.

Both of you leave the room silently going your separate ways. You were sure this would be funny when it's brought up again another day, for now however, you’re just glad you were quick enough to escape Law’s punishments.

All you had to do now was report back to him and this nightmare would be done.

Treading down the hallway you make your way to the captain’s quarters, knuckles rasping against the metal as you knock, entering a second later.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, Law was quicker, immediately questioning you with dreaded words. “Did you fix the pipe?”

Your jaw drops, a worried look coming on your face as you realize that Law knew the whole time. “You knew?!”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out,” he smirks, placing the papers that he was skimming over down to look at you in turn.

“How did you-”

“I saw Shachi-ya chasing a bug down the hallway, and I heard the pipe hissing.” He quickly responds, cutting off your question.

He watches how your lips tighten downturning in a frown, sighing his own expression matches your, standing up from his chair and walking over to you. “Y/N-ya, it wasn’t your fault.”

“But-“

Once more he cuts you off, his words soft towards you even if his facial expression didn’t change much from his usual stoic one, “It’s alright. It was a mistake and you already fixed it, that’s all that matters.”

You open your mouth again to argue about it but Law’s quicker, inked hands wrapping around you and your head and shoving you in a hug, forcing you to shut up.

Relaxing in his affection, the scent of him calming you down from your mistake, just taking it that he wouldn’t let you win this argument.

“Want to help me come up with a punishment for Shachi?”

Roronoa Zoro

You didn’t train much, if at all, mostly it was because you couldn’t, there wasn’t any training equipment that could sustain being under your pressure.

But you did like to watch Zoro workout, in a way living vicariously through him. Sometimes he’d even ask you to help him, which you always enjoy.

Sometimes you were his spotter, sometimes you’d both have a friendly clash, and other times he’d use you like an extra weight.

“Push harder,” he ordered, glaring down at the wooden floors of the Merry.

With an amused sigh you apply a little more pressure to his back, hands pushing his sweaty back down, “Is this good?”

Fixing his posture Zoro allows his body to go down, then with a slight strain he pushes back up with a grunt. “Perfect.” He replies curtly.

So that’s how you stay, using some of your strength to push him down while he does push ups, both of you using your strength to fight against each other.

You enjoyed helping Zoro so much because this was usually as soft as the two of you got with each other, in a way this was how Zoro showed his affection to you.

Even if he didn’t admit it himself you understood that he enjoyed having you around, watching him, training with him. You can see it in the way his brown eyes soften when he sees you climb to the upper deck, stretching the sleep off of your limbs from a midday nap, or even in the way his eyes flicker to you every so often to make sure you’re still watching.

It never disappoints how the tips of his ears dust red when you compliment him from behind, of how he tenses when you whistle at his physique.

Going down again you watch how Zoro’s arms flex, a smile growing on your face as you admire his muscles, a clear sign of the dedication that Zoro put into trying to gain the title of The Strongest Swordsman.

It was days like this that you felt truly relaxed, a sense of ease settling so comfortably in your bones in a way that could never otherwise be accomplished.

You would never trade these days for the world, because this was it, it was your heaven and your earth, the only things truly keeping you tethered down.

And you sure it was the same for Zoro, you were sure that he as well would never give such tranquility up.

“You’re staring.” Zoro points out factually, a slight curiosity to his voice.

You let out a nervous chuckle, cheeks slightly tinting pink at how he caught you so easily without even having to look at you.

“It’s hard not too, you look good training.” Zoro’s body goes rigid at your comment, ears blowing up in a crimson as he simply huffs.

Again he goes down and this time you’re much more aware of everything happening, the soft clinking of his earrings as they glitter under the sun.

The waves rocking the Merry gently as if trying to put it to sleep, huffs escaping as Zoro strains to push back up, the distant chatter of the other crew members on the deck.

You adored this ship, this crew, and especially Zoro. They gave you a place when you had none, he rooted for you when no one else would. They were the family you got, even if you didn’t feel like you deserved it.

So long as you could help it you would make sure that days would stay like this, sunny and bright with a good future ahead.

You would see this crew reach its goals, you promised that, you would reach your own goal. More importantly you’d be beside Zoro’s side when he finally got crowned with the title he yearns for, you’ll be there cheering him on.

That, you’ll make sure of.

Portgas D. Ace

When Ace first saw you he swore up and down that you were the most beautiful man he had met, and when he saw your strength first hand he immediately fell in love he was sure.

That’s why he couldn’t help himself, gushing about you to Marco, or admiring you when you were fighting.

There was something about you that just drew him in like a moth to a flame, but god was he not mad, he would keep this going on forever if he could.

It’s why even now when you were having a friendly brawl with Vista, he was practically jittering with excitement, desperate to see you and your amazing strength again.

Rolling back and forth between the ball and heel on his feet, black eyes glittering like a child’s.

He watches as you fight against Vista, catching the sides of his blades in your hands, or concentrating so hard to try and not hurt Vista too much when you land a punch on him.

Ace practically sighs as if he was watching a dream, all because you were so cool, even with such things as Haki you were incredibly strong.

“You know you should tell him, right?” Marco asks, also watching beside Ace as the fight goes down.

Jolting in shock Ace looked beside him, he wasn’t expecting the man to watch so he was scared by his sudden presence beside him, an unamused look on his face because of it.

“But what if he doesn’t say yes?” He pouts, looking back at you, his cheeks flushing red at the thought of him confessing to you.

Marco shrugs his shoulders, a calm look still about him as his attention is captivated by Vista and you, “Won’t know until you try.”

Ace pouts, trying to think of the different ways he could, maybe he could try impressing you enough to-

“Please do not try any of that impressing him stuff,” Marco says with a sigh, practically reading Ace’s mind.

Snapping his head towards Marco he huffs, an annoyed tone to his voice as he bickers, “What’s wrong with that?”

“It literally never works,” the first division commander responds back, “Just ask him out on a date, normally.”

Ace groans but nods his head, looking back at the fight only to realize it finished, both Vista and you laughing together.

Alright… okay, all he had to do was ask you on a date, easy! Except it’s not, at all, because you make Ace so nervous that half the time he just wants to die of embarrassment.

When you began to walk off to the showers Ace stopped you, a nervous smile on his face and he completely forgot what he was supposed to be saying. It felt like his heart was in his throat, ready to burst out at any moment now that he was so close to you, and all he could manage to sputter out was, “You’re so cool,” before promptly running away.

Bumping into Izou who just laughs at him lightheartedly, “That was so pathetic.”

“I know! Don’t remind me,” he grumbles out, rubbing at his burning face with his hands, squatting down to sit on his haunches.

“You have to calm down when talking to him, you’re freaking out too much,” Izou points out, trying to at least help Ace a little.

Ace sighs, opening his fingers enough so he could look through them, “Yeah, but it’s hard when they’re so… them!”

Izou begins to laugh again, stifling out a, “You’re hopeless,” before shaking his head.

“Well you better ask him soon before someone else does,” he says, pointing at some of the other people on the Moby Dick also admiring you to Ace.

Ace stands up quickly at the mention of the other competition, suddenly a serious look about him, there was no way he was letting someone else get to you first!

Rushing back over to where he left you he relaxes in relief that you’re still there, a confused look on your face as you watch Ace come back to you after running away two minutes ago.

“Go on a date with me?” He immediately blurts when he’s in front of you, his face such a deep shade of red it rivals the red beads he wears around his neck.

Laughing your face changes from one of puzzlement to amusement, your cheeks dusting a light pink, “Sure, commander.”

Ace feels how his heart burst up in flames and honestly he wouldn’t have been surprised if he was on fire too, but it didn’t really matter to him, not when the most loveliest person he’s ever seen in his life just accepted going on a date.

“Awesome,” he breathlessly whispers, a goofy smile on his face.

—

This reminded me that I always forget how to spell Zoro’s last name.

Hope you enjoyed, Pea’s out!

[nina-ya]

Before the rest of crew knows you and Law are dating they find out both of you were dating when he came back from Dressrosa to join you and his crew to zoo you ran to him and give him a huge smooch because you were worried and missed him so much that you forget they were there both of you were flustered but Law was beet red

Shachi And Penguin will tease the hell out of their captain

Pleaseeeee i am actually in love with this aaaa I actually kinda wrote about this before theres just something about reuniting with law post dressrosa thats just chefs kiss

Being apart from your lover is hard and with no contact for months is just terrible. You would constantly be checking the newspaper day by day hoping to see any glimpse of him in the lettering, hoping that he is alive, and when you saw the news of Doflamingo's defeat, you were absolutely elated at the idea that Law was not only alive but he just completed a long time goal of his. 

When that reunion day finally came, when you heard the crunching of leaves approaching you step by step, and when you finally saw him, you couldn’t hold back. As soon as you saw your chance, you launched into his arms, planting a kiss onto him and nearly swallowing him whole right then and there.

There was nothing more passionate than a lover’s reunion, and that was clear with the way the two of you were sucking each other’s faces off. You only stopped when you heard someone playfully yell “get a room!” and the two of you would pull apart, flustered and trying to avoid the teasing glances of the other crew members. 

And yes! Shachi and Penguin would absolutely tease the hell out of Law every chance they could. Nudging his sides and making comments like “So, when’s the wedding?” or “I can’t believe you actually are romantically competent enough to get a lover.” all in playful jest.

Something about this though is so freeing, and it is honestly so nice to not have to hide your relationship anymore now that the cat is out of the bag. Just expect a lot more relentless teasing from the crew, after all they're family and what is family for if not to tease and poke fun at each other whenever possible.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 4

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 4

Word Count: 5946

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Oh... chapter 4 is so much fun... My favourite so far, please enjoy! Special shout-out to @jintaka-hane for showing me a fanart of Law with the cute Bepo pen! I HAD to add it to this chapter!

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06 @mars-mizuko @sleepykittycx @nerium-lil

Masterlist

|Chapter 3| | |Chapter 5 ����|

Law took you up on that promise for the second-best coffee in town, using the excuse that he had some free time and wanted to check on your father. It didn’t really matter that he barely took five minutes to assure your father was fine before you two talked for almost two hours over coffee about books. 

You also used your father as an excuse the same week, when you visited Law at the clinic saying that you weren’t sure about one of the pills he had to take, because it made him droopy and sleepy. You knew it didn’t matter and Law assured you his medication was fine but if he was uneasy about the side effects of that pill, he could take a different one - which he prescribed. And then he took you out to coffee - the best in town - and you talked for another hour before he had to get back. This time he shared a bit about his hobbies and you shared yours. 

Kaya had an insufferable dreamy look on her face when you went back to the clinic with Law because your car was parked there and you had forgotten to validate the parking ticket. You couldn’t help the creeping blush on your cheeks as she, Penguin and Shachi watched you both arrive at the clinic together, looking fresh out of a coffee date. 

Penguin and Shachi made smooching sounds at Law and you were pretty sure, based on Law’s pulsing jaw, that they would both be on the receiving end of his anger soon enough. Kaya, instead, decided to take all the fun out on you. “How was your date?”

“Not a date! Please, Kaya, validate the ticket. I need to get back to my dad.”

“Sure, sweetheart, sure. I’ll see you soon. I’m not sure the two of you can stay apart from each other until Monday.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you tell her goodbye and turn to leave, but she doesn’t let you go easily. “I’ve never seen him this happy in years, honey!”

You don't turn back to her, but you can’t help the silliest grin ever from forming on your lips. 

About a month rolls by slowly. Your dad is perfectly fine now, though he’s still not allowed to lift heavy things; your part-time job has a fairly good chance of turning into a full-time one with more responsibilities and an increase in your salary; you haven’t thought about your dumb heartache in forever and…

Well you and Law keep having little coffee dates. The tension between both of you is becoming increasingly larger and much more charged. He was away for about a week at a medical conference, and you suffered from withdrawal. You both texted, but you didn’t want to bother him and he was pretty busy, being one of the main speakers - man’s a genius!

Kaya keeps pestering you about how perfect you both are for each other and now that you’ve met Usopp - her fiancé - he says the same. And the way he says it makes everything sound even more romantic and story-like than when Kaya does it. You’re confused about the way you feel about the doctor, but you can’t help the little jumps and pangs in your chest whenever you’re together. 

So today, as you stand in front of the mirror adjusting some of your cutest clothes, you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Law texted you saying he needs to speak with you urgently. You’re beyond curious as to what he means by that and your mind has already conjured about fifty different ideas of what it could be. Your anxiety is already building, making plan after plan about what he’s going to say, how you will respond and all the possible outcomes. About half of your thoughts end with you two making out. The others are terrible scenarios about complications with your father’s exams or the possibility that Law is moving to a different country. 

You’re not in control. And you hate it.

Sighing you grab your jacket and sunglasses and tell your dad you’re going out and don’t know when you’ll be back. You manage to ignore his smirk, but can’t ignore the ‘Tell Law I said hi!’ he sing-songs to you as you leave, though you never told Shanks who you were going to meet.  

Law told you to meet at Sanji’s, but when you arrive, he’s waiting by the door with two cups of coffee in his hands, and you realise he doesn’t want to hang around the café. Before you open your mouth, you have to swallow the hard lump that’s formed in your throat. A simple week of absence made the eyes grow fonder! You know that’s not the saying, but damn, the hot doctor looks even hotter now. He’s wearing his scrubs, but instead of the white doctor’s coat, he has a long black coat over them.

“Hi.” You whisper as he smirks at you, his eyes taking you in, making you realise you made the right choice of outfit.

“Hello, you look as gorgeous as ever.” You can’t hide the pink in your cheeks. It’s something you should’ve already grown accustomed to. Law always praises you, telling you how beautiful you look and what good taste you have. As if that weren’t enough, he pulls doors and chairs for you, he’s a gentleman. Though he doesn’t often show it, since, to almost everyone else, he’s just a moody, broody, stoic doctor. But he makes you feel special.

From your talks, you know he had etiquette lessons growing up with his uncles. Though he never cared for them, Law couldn’t help but absorb the lessons like a sponge. He told you that’s how he knows so many things. He just absorbs information, even useless stuff. 

And at least now, as he claims, he’s putting those etiquette lessons to good use, because you melt every time he treats you like you’re the only person in the world. And he seems to enjoy leaving you speechless in his presence.

“Thank you. So we’re walking?” You ask as Law hands you the coffee.

“Yes, I need to ask you something and I’d rather not be too exposed to do it.”

Oh? What does he want to ask you? You can’t help but make more silly little scenarios in your head and get overwhelmed by them, but then he softly nudges you with his shoulder.

“Relax. Let go. You don’t need to be in control all the time, we’ve been through this.” He smirks at you and you chuckle back at him. He can always read you so well. He’s teased about what he could do to make you surrender control to him. He’s never been too explicit and you were always too afraid to ask.

But you know what he means. He’s talking about intimate settings, where you can let him take charge. And you can’t deny that it’s an alluring thought, to just let go of being responsible, of always having to be in control, of constantly needing to know what happens next.

But is it a door you really want to open?

“You’re doing it again.” He states, deadpan, and you sigh.

“I can’t help it. It’s stronger than me.”

“Right, I’m aware of that.” He leads you to the park, to a more secluded bench, where you both sit down. You sip your coffee in silence, waiting for him to speak, and you’re grateful you grabbed your jacket, as the weather has turned chilly. 

He seems to be debating something in his head, opening his mouth and closing it again, perhaps unsure of how to approach the subject he wants to tell you about. 

Until he sighs and finally does it.

“Remember when I told you about my uncles?” You nod. “Well, my uncle Doffy has an adoptive daughter - Baby 5 - and she’s getting married next weekend.” He sighs and you nod. You already knew Doflamingo had a daughter and that she was beautiful - Ichiji had made sure you knew, trying to get a rise out of you while blatantly flirting with her.

“Doflamingo he… well he’s always taken a special interest in me. He made sure I went to the best schools, had the best teachers and received the best education possible. He polished me to follow in his footsteps, to take over his enterprise as an heir. I never showed any interest in it.”

Interesting. “Why not have his own daughter take over the company?” You blurted out before filtering the question through your brain. Maybe he didn’t want to share more details than he was willing to give.

“Ah, because my cousin is very fickle with her affections… she loves too hard, too fast. She’s always willing to accept any proposal from any man who dares to stare at her a moment too long. This is her third attempted marriage, actually - Doffy called off the other ones before they went through.” He chuckles, clearly understating his cousin, and you can’t help but be surprised. “So my uncle can’t risk some man telling Baby 5 she’s beautiful and getting her to sign a prenup that takes away the company.”

You nod in understanding and take another sip of coffee.

“Anyway, I never meant to take over his place and, for now, he doesn’t press the subject. He knows I want to practise medicine. Though he makes sure I know everything that happens in the company - which I do - and he keeps me on the board. Unfortunately, Doffy also thinks he has a say in who I date - or eventually marry - even going as far as setting me up on dates with ‘possible candidates’.”

“That seems a bit controlling…” You mumble.

“It is. Doffy is many things, and controlling and manipulative are some of them.” Law takes a long sip of his coffee until the crinkle between his eyebrows relaxes and disappears. It’s the second time you’ve seen him rattled beyond his mask of perfect control. And Doflamingo always seems to be behind it. “I’ve avoided bringing any girl back to his house because he can be very inconvenient. But I know that if I show up to my cousin’s wedding without a date, he’ll want to introduce me to every eligible young lady he deems fit to welcome into the family.”

Controlling seems like an understatement, then. 

“That sounds terrible, Law.”

He agrees with a nod and the crinkle is back. You feel the urge to smooth it out with your fingertips to help him relax. Or maybe by pressing your lips to it. 

You drink your coffee instead. 

“It is. That’s why I’ve been thinking and… well I’m going to bring a date to the wedding. A perfect date. Someone he can’t manipulate and someone he won’t be able to find fault with. She and I will seem so much in love that he’ll be forced to ease up on his agenda and let me be for the whole wedding weekend. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” He smirks at you, the crease disappearing when his eyes meet yours. 

You’re suddenly a bit jealous, though you really have no right to be. But who is this girl? Why is she so perfect? So much in love? Why haven’t you ever met her?

“Sure, seems perfect. Flawless plan.” You whisper, barely able to shake the frown from your lips.

“I’m glad you agree. Because you’re her.” His smirk turns into a grin as you cough and sputter coffee everywhere, barely avoiding staining your outfit.

“What do you mean?” You ask, accepting the tissue he hands you with a gruff ‘thanks’ and wiping your mouth. 

“We're friends, we get along well and… we can't deny this… tension between us.” He smirks as your cheeks warm. “I know we can pull off looking like a couple in love.”

The way your breath hitches in your throat has nothing to do with choking on your coffee, and everything to do with the implications of what he said. 

“I know we're capable of doing this. I've planned the outcome. It's flawless. The thing is…” He scratches the back of his neck, his amber gaze fixed somewhere far away. “I also know I'm being selfish. I want to do this for my reasons alone. But to do so, I'll have to drag you into this mess. I've considered the implications, and if you say yes, you'll need to be aware of some things, but…” His sigh comes from deep within, from a place he's not yet intent on showing you. “I don't want to do this with anyone else but you. And I can't miss this wedding. And I definitely can't be paraded around like a prized pig.”

A strained chuckle escapes his lips as he tousles his dark hair again. “It's a damned if I do, damned if I don't situation… what do you say?”

You've been quietly sipping the rest of your coffee, trying to ignore the tightening in your chest at his words. A fake relationship? It does sound simple. You know him well enough by now, he's right, you're friends. He's also right about the tension between you two, and you could pull off being completely enthralled by each other without much effort. You wouldn't even be faking the attraction. 

But what does he mean by the implications? Something about his family? Or the forced connection between the two of you? 

Maybe both?

“I'm considering it. I want to help you, you're my friend.”

“But?” He asks while raising an eyebrow. 

“What are the implications?”

The crinkle in the middle of his brow is back and before he even speaks, you already know it’s about his family. 

“Doffy isn’t easy to deal with. He'll be imposing, inappropriate and most likely, manipulative. He'll want to know all about you and will probably test you, push you, to see if you're really interested in me.” He lets out another one of those deep, soul-shaking sighs. “I really didn't want to drag you into this, but I can’t take another family function meeting women I don't care about and never will.”

You can handle some probing. Hell, you went through the same thing when you and Ichiji made things official. How different can Donquixote Doflamingo be from Vinsmoke Judge? Probably not too different - same cold, smug look, same indifference… probably! 

Seeing the slight distress in Law's eyes only strengthens your resolve. “I'll do it.” You give him a strained smile as he raises his eyebrows. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’d never let a friend down, Law. Besides, how bad could it really be? Free food, dancing, pretending to be your girlfriend… I can think of worse things! A girl can be spoiled sometimes.”

He chuckles at your silliness, but the tension in his brow remains. “My uncle can be a handful… he… there was…” He looks like he's about to tell you something important but quickly shakes his head. “Never mind. As long as you're sure.”

You nod, finishing your coffee, and take out your trusted notebook. “But I'm not going in blind, mister. We'll need to learn everything about each other. If we're doing this, we're going to be superstars at it!”

Finally the crease between his eyebrows softens as he watches you with a flicker of amusement, a slight easiness overpowering his usual scowl. “I knew you’d say that.”

You grumble through your teeth, too focused on trying to find a pen in the chaos that is your purse, but you must have misplaced it because there’s nothing there. “Do you have a pen?” You gesture to his pocket, seeing some sticking out.

Sighing, he reaches without looking and gives you the first thing he grabs. As the pen touches your hand, you raise your brow. What the heck? Your eyes go from the pen to Law and from Law to the pen, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. 

“What?” He asks, taking another sip of coffee.

“This is freaking adorable. I’m dying. Trafalgar Law, the moody, broody, humourless doctor has a teddy bear pen. I might need to take a photo of this.”

Law’s ears turn slightly red and he purses his lips, but he tries to look unaffected. “So what?” He reaches, trying to take it back. 

A giggle escapes your lips before he can snatch the pen from your hands. “It’s too much to handle. I never thought you would have anything like this on you!” You keep deflecting his moves so he doesn’t grab the pen and you can almost see smoke coming out of his ears.

With a low grunt and a quick move, Law grabs your chin and moves his face closer to yours, a glint of amusement and impatience in his eyes. “I like cute things, obviously.” He says as his eyes give you an appreciative once-over and you blush. “Is that a problem?” You can barely think with his face in front of yours, so you don’t say anything. He smirks, tilting your head higher. “Didn’t think so.” Then he snatches the pen from your hand with a quick gesture. “Stop being a brat.” His tone is sharp but his gaze is playful. 

When he releases you, searching his pocket for another pen, you have to swallow hard and take a deep breath before you can remember why you needed the pen in the first place. As he hands you the other pen, he watches you with an insufferably smug look. “You were making notes about what we needed to learn…”

“Right!” You exclaim, feeling your cheeks flare up and start scribbling furiously. 

He tilts his head to spy what you're writing and can't hide another smirk from overcoming his lips. “Favourite music, colour, movie, place… is this fifty questions type of thing?”

You don't stop your furious scribbling and you don't need to meet his eyes to know he's staring at you with mild amusement. “I told you I'm not going in blind. We need to cover everything. You've got work today?” He nods and you hum in disappointment. 

“Tomorrow?” He says tentatively, not knowing where you're going with this. 

“Yes. Only in the afternoon, though. Can we meet at your place?” You've been at the door of his apartment but you've never crossed the threshold. Are you being too forward? 

Heck, nah! You're going to be his girlfriend for the weekend anyway! 

“Sure. What do you have in mind?” His voice deepens as he raises his hand, placing his arm on the bench behind your shoulders, his hand caressing your hair softly as if by accident. Your pen drills a hole in the notebook and you curse and clear your throat. 

“Studying. I'll compile this list and then we're going to answer these questions and learn everything about each other.”

His smirk only deepens as he hums even lower. No matter how much time passes between you two, his voice is something that always makes you shiver. “Studying each other sounds great.” You make another hole in the notebook and he chuckles again. “You're trying to be in control of everything again.” He says deadpan. 

“I know! Let me cope, Law. It's the only way I know how to do this.”

He hums and you can almost feel the way he's trapping more words behind his tongue. He wants to say something else, but he just raises his arms in the air. “Fair enough.”

And then, to indulge you, he throws in some more topics you should cover before heading back to work. 

After this interaction you're left thinking that this will either be the greatest time you've had in your life, or the worst. 

-*-

During your free afternoon, you compile the list on your laptop, complete with a spreadsheet so you can note down Law’s answers and your own. You’ll then share the list so you both can study and leave nothing to chance.

You arrive exactly on time and by the second knock, Law opens the door to his apartment to let you in. He must’ve come directly from the clinic - or the hospital - with barely time to change, because he’s still in jeans and a dress shirt - with half the buttons undone, showing off his amazing chest piece.

As you stare at him from outside his apartment, a definite blush on your cheeks, as you feel yourself burning up, he leans his arm against the threshold while the corner of his lips slowly curls up. “Hi.” That low timbre in his voice has you gulping in no time. His amber gaze shifts to your laptop and he lets out a low chuckle. “You came fully prepared, I see.”

Clearing your throat, you manage to let out a pathetic ‘yes’ to accompany your nod and his grin intensifies. “Come in.” He slurs, barely moving so you’re forced to brush against his body to enter his apartment. 

You immediately remove your jacket upon entering - the heat is already overwhelming. As you take a look around you notice he really is someone who’s always in control. His home is minimalist - at least the living room! Who knows if he has a hidden room where he hoards comics or coins or something like that - and everything’s in its rightful place. He has taste, the furniture is beautiful, but it doesn’t scream opulence. 

“Nice place.” You say genuinely while removing your shoes by the entrance.

“Thanks.” Law says as he closes the door and gestures towards the couch. The small end table has an assortment of cookies and two cups of steaming coffee ready for you. 

“Third-best?” You ask as you approach the refreshments, pointing at the coffee.

“I’m aiming for second. I bribed Sanji to point me to some tastier beans than the ones he showed you.” Your grin matches his.

“Competitive much?”

“You have no idea.” The intensity of his gaze doubles as you both sit on the couch. “So,” he starts while changing the subject, “what’s this all about? Fifty questions turned to one hundred?”

He’s joking, but he’s also right, so you give him a strained smile while you open your laptop and set it on your lap. “Something like that. Get comfortable.”

With a groan he picks up his coffee mug and lets himself slide down the couch while you giggle. 

-*-

“Okay, that about settles tattoos and marks!” You don’t really have any more clothes to remove, as you’ve already stripped down to your simple dress, yet the heat remains unbearable. Law’s torso is still bare, since he showed you all his tattoos, and, even though you already knew they were sexy as hell, you were still unprepared. “Now…”

“There’s more?” He interrupts, another muffled groan escaping his lips as he puts on his shirt but leaves it open. “I refuse.” He closes your laptop as he sits down near you, the gesture earning him an indignant gasp.

“Law!”

“You’re too much in control.” He says your name sternly. “This is looking like an interrogation. What happened to talking and doing this the normal way? Where’s the spontaneity?” He adds cheekily, his arms resting behind his neck as he leans back, his chest muscles rippling with the gesture. 

“There can’t be any. We need to be thorough, we need to sell this act! How can we do that if we don’t know everything there is to know about each other?” You spent hours on this list - even though you didn’t tell him that - this is the one thing, the only thing you can control because all the variables of the wedding in itself are daunting and terrifying.

You can’t control who will believe or doubt you, you can't control how Doflamingo will act with both of you, hell, Law doesn’t even know who all the guests are! What if any of the Vinsmokes are there? What if Ichiji is there?

Too many things can go wrong!

“We can very well sell this act on actions alone.” His voice promises more. Your heart hammers against your chest as your pulse quickens. The idea of not having control over the situation is still too overwhelming. 

“That’s impossible, Law.”

“It's not.” He leans forward, leaving just a breath of space between you, his amber gaze locking you in effortlessly. “If you think that knowing my favourite book or food is going to be the only thing that convinces people - especially my uncle - you’re dead wrong.” His soft breath tickles your eyelids, he’s that close. He might be trying to make you flinch, or pull back. To challenge you and see if you recoil from his proximity.

You don't.

You stand defiantly, your eyes never leaving his gaze. Even if you're burning up, heat pooling somewhere in your belly, turning into an ache between your legs. “It’s not completely about what we say or how we say it. It’s about how we act. But mostly…” His hand moves, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and you tremble slightly. “It’s about how you react to me.”

You fight to regain control of your breathing, but then you counter his gaze with a mocking grin. “You think a few light touches and a piercing gaze have any effect on me, Law?” You try to scoff but the sound comes out weird and high-pitched. “I think you’re underestimating my self-control.”

“Really?” The huskiness in his voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Hmm, hmm!” Is your clever reply. You’re bluffing and he knows it.

“Then why are you clutching your laptop so tightly?” He raises an eyebrow as your eyes dart downward to your hand. Your knuckles are already turning white from gripping the laptop and you curse, trying to play off your gesture with a slight shrug, but he’s seen through you.

His other hand grazes your bare leg, starting at the knee and climbing up, a phantom touch, a mere whisper of his fingers against your skin. Your breath hitches as he locks your eyes with his gaze again. “You don’t need to control everything, all the time. I’ve got this. I’ve got you. It’s not a list that will make us believable. It’s this.” He leans slowly forward, his lips brushing ever so lightly against the corner of your own as his fingers graze the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth behind. 

Your gasp turns into a soft moan-like sigh and you almost melt into his touch as your body gives in. How can something so trivial as a light touch feel so damn good?

“There. People will believe that.” He smirks, satisfied, as he leans back against the couch, leaving you breathing hard, trying to regain composure, as if he hasn’t completely aroused you with just a touch and a few words. “Is this enough for today?”

You get up, leaving your laptop on the couch and start pacing back and forth, hands wringing together, trying to regain feeling in your limbs. How could he affect you so much with a few touches? A few words? One glance?

What’s this hold he has on you?

“No.” You find your voice after clearing your throat and try again. “It’s not enough. We need to know how to behave as… as boyfriend and girlfriend. Like you said, we need to have knowledge about each other, but we need to get accustomed to each other’s touch.” A sigh escapes your lips. This is dangerous territory. “To… kissing…” His eyebrows raise but you pay it no mind as you continue, already rambling a bit. 

“I don’t have a lot of experience with boyfriends…” A crimson blush spreads across your cheeks. “My ex… well when we were out in public, at big events, he tended to ignore me. He liked to showcase me as a pretty thing dangling from his arm, but then he didn’t really care much about me, drinking with his acquaintances, not caring about where I was or what I was doing… He barely touched me. Just enough so people knew we were together, but that's not going to cut it if we want to fool your uncle. I don’t really know how we should act and-...”

“Okay.” Law stands up and takes a step closer to you, making you stop pacing. His presence becomes suddenly overwhelming and commanding. 

“Okay, what?” 

“Okay, I’ll show you how I would behave with you in public, so you get used to it. I would never, ever ignore you. You’re too special to be left alone.” A flicker of something primal touches his eyes. A sort of possession in his gaze. “And I wouldn’t barely touch you.” His smirk makes your breath hitch. There, this right here is dangerous territory. 

But it's necessary. 

As you nod, he steps even closer. His hand reaches as he places it in the small of your back, his fingers clinging to you as he pulls you nearer. His eyes never leave yours, though the amber is slowly giving way to a darker shade, his pupils dilating. “If this were real, I’d keep you close to me, so people would know we were together.” You swallow a lump as he pulls you even closer, showing you how he’d stake his claim on you, a bit possessive, but nothing aggressive, just a statement. 

“And if this were real, I’d steal light touches, to keep you focused on me.” His other hand traces the curve of your neck and shoulder, slowly trailing down your arm and stopping at your wrist, his thumb brushing small circles against the sensitive skin. You can feel your heart beating erratically against your chest, his voice enveloping you in a thick haze: commanding, seductive, enthralling. You try to focus and remain composed, but he’s making it so hard.

The fire in your belly stirs and ignites again. The embers turning bright and stoking the flames of desire within you. 

He tilts his face, his soft lips grazing your earlobe and his whisper creates goosebumps on your neck. “If this were real, I’d have you in my arms all night, to remind everyone that you’re mine.” His hand slides up your side, his thumb grazing the underside of your ribs, just barely brushing against the curve of your breast. A fleeting touch, a feather-like graze that sends a tingling sensation through you, making your breath catch in your throat as a hiss escapes your lips. 

The flame roars, grows and spreads its tendrils through you.

Law’s lips brush against your collarbone, sending heatwaves down your chest that pool in your stomach. Your hands clench, aching to touch him and pull him closer, but you remain firm, grasping the last bit of control you think you still have. “If this were real,” he whispers against the hollow of your throat, then pulls slightly back as his thumb brushes against your jaw, tilting your head upward so you can meet his gaze, “I’d make you beg for my kiss.”

You can barely breathe. Law’s presence is overwhelming, he commands all your senses, there’s nothing you can think about other than his voice, his lips, his touch. Every other thought, every other worry is erased from your mind. All you can think about is that you need his lips against yours; you need his touch. Now. 

Is this what he meant by helping you let go? Surrender? 

Somehow, you find a semblance of strength to speak. “I don’t beg.” Your voice comes out ragged and hoarse, charged with intensity, pure need and unbridled desire. 

Law’s smile widens, lending him a sort of unhinged - but still very much in control - look that makes you weak in the knees. “No?” He murmurs, his voice filled with amusement. “Are you sure?”

His lips graze against yours, not a kiss, barely even a touch - just a tease. His hand slides back down to your lower back and he pulls you impossibly close to him, his body heat radiating from his bare chest and pressing against you as you tremble and squirm under his touch. 

“Look at you,” his voice is tantalisingly low, slurred and full of promises, “I barely even touched you and you’re already a mess, sweetheart.” His fingers keep tracing your arms and neck, his lips taunting and teasing your most sensitive spots. You’re trembling and squirming under his caresses, hot, hard pants leaving your lips, your breath slipping away from you in ragged gasps. 

You are a mess. 

“I want to hear you ask for it. Beg. Tell me what you want.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb brushing against your lower lip and you close your eyes, whimpering involuntarily as your body responds to every touch, every teasing word. He’s right, he’s so right. 

He hasn’t even kissed you and you’re already falling apart. 

“Just say it.” He urges you.

You clench your fists, trying to regain control, trying so hard to win back something you never had to begin with. But it’s all too much. It’s too overwhelming and you need some sort of release.

“Please…” Your whisper is barely audible but you know he hears you. He tilts his head to lock his gaze into your eyes, his hand on your neck, holding you and tilting you towards him.

“Louder.”

If you had any thoughts left in your mushed brain, you wouldn’t be able to hear it because the pounding of your heart reverberates against your ears. “Please.” You repeat, louder this time, your voice trembling as you succumb to that final loss of control. “Kiss me.” 

To the final surrender.

Law smirks, satisfied and pleased with your response, his teasing successful. “If this were real,” he starts again as his lips brush ever so slightly against yours, “you’d be begging like this all the time.”

He’s still not kissing you. He’s a breath away and not giving you the release you crave, the one you so desperately need. “Please, Law!” You beg again, a muffled hiccup leaving your lips. His jaw clenches slightly and he grunts - that primal sound that makes you roll your eyes in anticipation - before he leans in and captures your lips with his, his hand pressing on your neck, tilting your jaw as he pulls you closer. 

He starts slow as you moan into the sensation, but soon his hands grip you tighter and he deepens the kiss, his mouth claiming yours with fierce intensity. He dominates the kiss, holding you against him as his tongue slides against yours in a wordless claim.

You whimper again as you dig your nails into his bare chest, holding on for your sanity and trying to ground yourself as your body and mind unravel for him, surrendering completely to his hold, to his control. He kisses you as if you are truly his. His touch, his scent, his presence: it’s all overwhelming and intense and you want to give all of yourself to him, because this sensation is freeing.

He pulls away too soon and you’re left trembling. Ragged breaths escape your swollen lips and you can feel your cheeks burning. You’ve never felt this way before. Your eyes widen as you stare at him, dazed and completely undone. 

You’re at his mercy.

“If this were real, I’d kiss you like this every time.” 

You can only nod, your head still dizzy as you try to regain control. Your mind is still too addled from the way he made you fall apart without breaking a sweat. His gaze softens somewhat as he pats you lightly in the head and gives you a smug smile. 

“Good girl.”

|Chapter 5 🔞|

[mandiemegatron]

Someone help me I can't stop drawing them... . ...

[melancholitas]

A random night on the Polar Tang

Penguin: so uhm... Captain?

Shachi: Pen and I have something to tell you...

Law:.. how much do I have to deduct from your share this time?

Shachi: woah, rude! Why do you assume we broke something instantly??

Penguin: Nothing happened! This is a serious matter!

Law: Oh? Consider me listening, then. What's so pressing you're barging into my quarter at this late hour?

Penguin: well... you see... Shachi and I aren't as straight as we thought we were...

Shachi: and as we are a crew we thought you should know we are dating now!

Law: *staring exasperated at the two blushing, nervous men*..... and the sky is blue. Why are you telling me this now? Isn't it a little bit late for that?

Shachi: wait. what? Why are you so calm?!

Penguin: and what do you mean 'a little late'? we came straight to you after deciding on this!

Law:... Are you two for real now...? I wedded you two myself. 6 fucking years ago! You're even wearing wedding bands around your neck ever since?!

Penguin: WE'RE WHAT NOW??!!

Shachi: WE DO WHAT NOW??!!

Law: what the fuck do you think those are??? You insisted on me doing you the honor that very night. I still don't know where you even got those rings from. Nor do I want to, to be honest.

Penguin&Shachi: huh.... Well... Friendship rings of course?

Law: *can't hold his snort any longer* sure. friendship rings. And that smooching session at the end of the ceremony was just kissing 'the homies good night', I get it.

Penguin: Damn. Did we even go on a honeymoon? I feel betrayed out of my matrimonial rights now.

Shachi: huh.... well. we're just dating for barely 20 minutes, but if you wanna cash in on that, I'm game, dude.

Law: oh for fucks sake...if you don't need anything else, get out!

Shachi&Penguin: Aye Aye, Captain~!

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A/N: Helloo every-nyan !! 🤭🤭💖💖 This is a special treat for my lovely fandom wife @buggyandthebartoclub AND my lovely beautiful Suga Suga @guilty-sugar who I am so blessed to know and im so happy you both put up with my crazy ass, i love u guys sm 🥺🥺🥺 and we all know Shachi is obsessed with the fact that three hotties love him 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖 I hope you both enjoy this lil snacky-snack from your favourite Mandie 💖💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋

Please like, comment or reblog if you enjoyed! Reblogging gets my works seen, please help out a struggling writer! I love u all sm my sweet, lil tangerines! Be good, stay safe 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

A breathy groan presses past your lips as Shachi's shaky fingers zip down your boiler suit, his own warm lips pressed against your throat. Sharp teeth ghosted across your skin as his hands finally tugged down the top half of the suit, desperate fingers gripping and teasing over your breasts.

"S-Shachi, wait-"

Immediately, he pulled back, his eyes staring you down worriedly over the top of his shades, his breathing heavy as he somehow gets out,

"Did I hurt you? You okay, babe?"

Your hands flutter over his face with a nod, a small smile washing over your burning face as you replied almost nervously,

"It's just... here?"

He raises an eyebrow with a wide grin, glancing up to Boiler Number 3 before glancing back down at you with a low chuckle.

"Why not here? We can make some noise and walk away sweaty without a second look from anyone else..."

He moved closer to moan lightly in your ear,

"Isn't that exciting?"

Your eyes fell shut at the feeling of his breath dancing across your skin, your smile widening slightly as you responded back by snaking your hands back around his shoulders and into his hair. You pulled him back to you, your lips finding his as if from muscle memory.

His tongue fought yours for a few moments, his hands resuming their teasing and wandering, sneaky fingers pressing against your flesh and pulling at your black cropped tank top. Your own fingers played with his firey locks, his hat sliding back until it hit the ground with a muted thump.

In a flash, he turned you around, your front pressed against the cold wall of the Tang as one of his hands wandered lower, pulling at the rest of your suit before pulling his own open, a desperate nature of him filling your senses. You could feel how slick and soaked you were, though nervous sweat beads on your skin as you glance to the side, keeping watch in case someone came around the corner quick enough to catch you two.

A choked moan reverberates off the metal as two of his long fingers press into you, a guttural sound leaving him as his teeth sink gently into the place between your shoulder and neck. He only pulls away to breathe into your ear,

"I knew you'd be fuckin' soaked, you slut."

You twitch around his fingers at the words, a low chuckle leaving him again as he curls his fingers and you see stars for a moment, the pads of his digits pressing your soft, spongy spot that sent pleasure over entire body.

"Already so close, babe? Tsk..."

He pulled out of you to motion for you to step out of one side of your suit and panties the same time as he rips his own suit down, pulling his strained cock from from his boxers. In a flash, he's pressed inside you, a loud, echoing sound leaving both of you at the feeling.

Your cunt sang for him as he began to move, the wet, pornographic sounds filling the boiler room as Shachi chases his own high. His one hand moves from holding your stomach to your neck, pressing down just enough to cut your breathing short. When you tap his forearm twice, he releases your throat and you inhale harshly, eyes rolling back with a lazy grin on your face.

"Y-you're so close, ba-babe," he almost laughs out, nearly breathless as his hips snap against your ass. "I c-can feel, how tigh- fuck..."

The building pressure inside was dizzying, your moans growing louder and louder as you begged him not to stop, your burning palms sucking in the chill from the metal wall.

"Shachi, oh God, Shachi-!"

His hips stuttered as you clenched and creamed around his cock, his rythym thrown for a second before he pounds back into you, his own moans barely muffled by your skin as he presses hot, wet kisses to anywhere he can reach.

"Fuck!"

One last, harsh thrust has him twitching and overflowing inside you, your vision going black right as someone rounds the corner. Your head falls back onto Shachis shoulder as he peppers breathless kisses to the side of your face before pulling a shaky finger to his sharp-toothed grin. You rolled your eyes with a slow nod as you both slowly come down from your high, his grip tight but welcoming on your body as his hands gently trace lovingly over your skin.

When your crew-mate finally rounded the corner to leave, Shachi slowly pulled from you, groaning at how your shared essence hit the floor. He was quicker than you, pulling himself together and grabbing paper towel, leaning down to clean the floor with a loud laugh as he watched you struggle to get back into your suit.

You threw him a withered glare, your cheeks painted a burnt pink as you finally gathered yourself, zipping up your suit and throwing your hair into a messy bun before picking up your lovers hat.

"Wasn't that fun, babe?"

You gave a short, almost barking laugh as Shachi tossed the paper towel into the trash, holding one hand out to you for you to take. You took the few steps to him and your fingers intertwined, a soft gasp leaving you as he pulled you to him roughly, his other arm wrapping around you and keeping your body to his.

"... okay, yeah. Yeah, it was fun."

He laughed loudly at your admittance before pulling you to a kiss, his love for you pouring into this one kiss that overfilled your heart. When he pulled away, his eyes watched you over his shades as you reached up to put his orca hat back where it belonged. His face broke out into a wide grin as he pulled you into a kiss again, soft murmurs of 'I love you,' escaping him.

"Are you guys done?!"

Shachi gave you one more quick kiss before lazily looking to poor Penguin and Bepo, both Heart Pirates sharing a bold, bright red face.

"You guys are nasty!" Came from poor Bepo, his voice a few octaves higher as he covered his face with large paws.

"And no invite?! Wow, feel the love, guys!" Penguin immediately got a slap over the back of his head from an embarrassed white paw.

"DON'T BE GROSS, PENGUIN!"

Shachi took the moment to laugh loudly before taking your hand once again. He took off running, pulling your tired body behind him as you both rushed past the other Hearts. You both grinned and laughed in delight as Bepo called out,

"We're gonna go tattle, you nasties!"

[buggyandthebartoclub]

thinking of sharing some prompt lists to do some Shachi Penguin content today hmmm

[mandiemegatron]

SHACHI MY LOVE !!!!

Good morning Quin, my lovely 🤭💖

I think my word will be.... obsession 💖💖💖💖

I hope you're having a great day !!!!

>.>

Shachi kisses lines down your neck, along your collarbone, and down the middle of your chest. The light kisses almost almost tickling your skin as his hands slip over your hips, hooking your pants and pulling them down as he sinks slowly to his knees.

"What - Shachi, what're you doing?" You question, fingers in his strawberry hair as his teasing kisses dance just under your navel. He seems determined to kiss every inch of skin between your hips before moving further down.

"Getting ready to pray, lil' Shoal." He answers, looking up at you and smiling a sharp toothy smile.

You laugh, albeit a little nervously. "You're not religious." You "remind" him as he presses heavier kisses into the palm of your hand.

"Sure I am." He insists, pulling your leg free of your pants and setting your foot down wide, opening the space between your thighs. "I'm nearly obsessed," he warns, voice dropping low as he nips against the line of your hip.

"Obsession leads to prayer?" You quirk a brow at him, holding onto the wall as his tongue began to tease your thighs. He did love to take his time.

"Devotion does," he admits, thumbs spreading your wet lips apart, his breath hot against the folds. "You're my religion, lil' Shoal, and this is my prayer."

[baby-xemnas]

do you think that law was bepo’s first kiss or were they each other’s first kiss? how do you think it happened and who initiated it? i kinda like the idea of it happening when they were still kids. like bepo was feeling esp insecure thinking he would never be kissed because he is a mink surrounded by humans (that captain wouldn’t see him the same way bepo sees captain). law can’t stand seeing bepo so sad or talking bad about himself (bepo is adorable, how can anyone not love bepo, is what law thinks), so he gives bepo a kiss to put a firm stop to that self loathing line of thinking. it was an innocent kiss, and bepo is of course overjoyed to the point of nearly passing out, but on law’s end, it’s what leads to him having a crisis later realizing that his feelings for bepo are not as normal and platonic as he thought.

ahh i actually struggled for a bit because i thought that assumption would be that everyone is straight but its OP world so who knows maybe that assumption doesnt exist and homophobia btwn little boys isnt real. lets operate on that

yes i do want them to have their first kiss with each other and it has to be smth like that cuz they are too young to fully realize their feelings and bepo's insecurity is a prime ground....yes he would be worried that surrounded by humans and all

maybe shachi or penguin come home bragging that they lost their kissing virginity (them being older also helps) and bepo would get surprisingly jealous and bothered by it

law is being so reasonable like "i havent kissed anyone yet either (you are not an outcast because of this) do you want to try kissing?" and bepo is so emotional that law san will do this for him!!! he is so nice he is the best!!! but you shouldnt tell the others, it's our secret (and bepo is excited about this too !! sharing a secret with law san of course....he is so happy)

they smooch shyly and quickly pull away and bepo giggles like wah okay so thats kissing alright thank you law san ^^

dam absolutely breaks in law's head, brain switched into high gear. he is so curious about how soft bepo's cute black lips turned out to be but they are slightly different in texture than he expected and he wants to feel them more

he is like well see now you got that over with you feel better? bepo is like yea :D its alright and moves on but law acts fights being OPENLY WEIRD for like 2 weeks and only after it gets a little easier - he is very weird on the inside still, and forever

[kenas-artstuff]

I JUST NEED YOU TO KNOW that I am OBSESSED with how you draw Shachi and Penguin 😭😭😭😭 I love my mans sm, I just want to smooch their faces AA ! You're amazing, ily I hope you have an amazing day ! 💖💋

UWAAA THANKS!!!! i hope you have a great day too, and man this is a good reminder to draw them again soon... i love them so much ...

[quinloki]

Hello lovely!! I hope you have a wonderful day and thanks for being here!! 💕

Ahhh I self ship with Shachi and Penguin (which LOVE all the love they’re getting from this self ship event, yes everyone love them thank you)

Because I feel like I’d never stop laughing and they would be the absolute sweetest and goofiest lil things in love 💕 they would simultaneously be my greatest joys and my greatest headaches. Love imagining getting to sit and kick and swing my feet and giggle at their antics of practicing those silly heart poses they do w Bepo and being in a big lovely snuggle pile w them and wearing their goofy hats I love them! You know they would put their whole attention and affections towards you when you’re together!

I would also be the only one who could calm them down when they are too hyper/annoying the rest of the ship (ikkaku asking me to PLEASE shut them up somehow after another prank) and just going and giving them a lil smooch and letting their brains fry while I walk off like 😌💕

Annnd the idea of them being hopelessly needy and possessive in bed is also a delight 🫣🥵 heheheh. You wouldn’t think they’re the jealous types at all since they can share w each other but they definitely are and do NOT like it when the strawhats cook is around! Which also makes me laugh and I love them a little more already 💕💕🥰

Thank you for letting me rant about my fave husbands 💕💕 and everyone please keep up the Shachi propaganda he IS fuckable. End PSA thank you

\o/

I've been FEASTING off all this energy - I love everyone's joy in talking about their self-ships. 🥰😇

I'm also delighting in how many people see Shachi and Penguin as a couple menaces xD Pulling pranks - and wildly like, good pranks too, not the kind that upset people on a deep level or really hurt anyone. Just all positive energy and hugs and cuddle piles and maybe a little too much from time to time, but still nothing bad.

And yes, Shachi is 100% fuckable - I bet he's good at it too. Maybe not as practiced as he'd like to be, but I see him being a surprising dom, a terrible tease and a little mean, but never cruel. Flashing those pointed teeth at you before he drags them over shivering sensitive places.

Thank you for sharing \lol/ People got me thinking about those Heart Boys today xD

[cebwrites]

I love transmasc Penguin with top surgery scars!!! like duh his captain/childhood friend (who beat his butt lol) probably did his surgery cause "No one else could do it better" ugh I wanna smooch his scars (and maybe the sentiment returned cause I have surgery scars now and I love them!!!!)

and Shachi wiggling cuddles and Penguin UGH! I don't know where all these overly emotions are coming from but thank you that really helped! there's very little in regards to these guys, which fair they're side characters but that won't change I like the side characters sometimes more than the mains lol

thank you again for the writing you do and amazing headcanons you share!

luckyyyy 😭😭 i'm not sure if surgery is even something i'd want for myself because of all the hoops i'd have to jump through to even get an appointment but i'm happy for you!! omg congrats!!!! :D

law 100% personally handles matters of gen affirmation surgery and hrt on their own crew, if someone hadn't already transitioned before they got on also they're majority trans if not some sort of gender apathetic/genderfucks (point is not cis) in my head and oda can pry this from my cold dead hands <333

i'm glad you enjoyed them haha my law brainrot has essentially spread to the rest of the heart pirates at this point even naming the ones without names smh so i'm more than happy to brainstorm things for these silly little dweebs and their scrunkly meow meow captain <33

feel free to send in more heart pirate asks any time, anon~! 💕

[capricious-bastard13]

(I know) You're an Angel

AO3

Tags: Fluff & Smut! Bottom Law (ey, let's go), Little bit of crack

I don't have anything clever to say so @cebwrites

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They’ve gotten used to the heat, sometimes it’s humid but bearable. As the sun sets, the party slowly starts. What’s the party for? No idea! But at least this time, the weather is just slightly better than the few days prior.

And despite the loose way Kirin manages his crew and ship, with their little breaks and celebrations late into the night, they’re decent and dependable. It’s no wonder Kirin doesn’t need to “tower over crewmates like a dictator” as Kirin would like to say.

Both Izzy and Rio take turns in giving out orders when needed with Kirin going MIA a couple hours of the day to take his little cat naps or cool off from the heat.

Law feels his shoulders finally loosen after Shachi gives him a list of their inventory count. “Already told Mitsu about the perishables and stuff.”

“Great. That means we can depart in a couple days.” Shachi’s shoulders slump, making a big show of hunching his back and everything. Law simply stares at him, “What?”

“Just a couple days?”

“We’ve stayed here for too long. We need to get a move on.” Shachi sighs out audibly but otherwise nods in agreement, despite the disappointment written all over his face.

 “Ah, goodbye alcohol.”

The brunette shakes his head, a quiet but amused huff leaving him before he waves a hand off in a silent order for Shachi to leave.

Once the door is closed, Kirin bursts in with Rio in tow. The brunettes’ gazes meet, immediately glaring secretly at each other as Kirin rummages through his wardrobe. “Don’t you have clothes back at the inn, Captain?” Rio asks, plopping down on the bed with a sweet sigh.

“Yes but!” He gives the taller man splayed out on his bed a quick glance, “The clothes I’m looking for aren’t slutty enough.” Law shakes his head, standing up from where he sits behind Kirin’s desk. “Your clothes literally consist of cropped or see-through shirts and short shorts when you aren’t already topless. What are you talking about, Kiri-ya?”

Rio hums, “Don’t forget the opulent fur coats and jackets.”

Kirin pauses and looks at Law directly. Without saying a thing, Kirin’s golden gaze looks at Law from head to toe. Then with a determined nod to himself, he mumbles, “Yup, not slutty enough.” Rio snickers.

“Well, whatever. I’m going back to the inn.” Kirin hums a happy tune at him while Rio flips him off. Law returns it, sneering at each other.

“Play nice, you two.” Kirin chastises them with his back turned. Rio sticks his tongue out; Law rolls his eyes at him before finally leaving the room.

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The night has settled in. And contrasting against the darkness of the sky above is the warm, bright orange glow of their growing bonfire.

There are a couple smaller fire pits made and being used to barbeque meat, the smell wafting deliciously in the air. The summer night air and horizon above has given them the universal permission to start partying to their hearts’ content.

Kirin and Rio are attached at the hip, with the shorter man’s arm loosely wrapped around his mate’s waist as they—mostly Kirin—stare down at the cooking meats with a pint of ale. “Slow down, all right?” Rio reminds his captain who simply nods as he starts his night off ‘lightly’.

Rio huffs out, a bit endeared before planting a kiss on Kirin’s cheek, telling him that some of the meat should be cooked in a couple minutes for him to eat alongside his drink. “You’re the best, Rio.” Kirin chimes, smooching the other man’s cheek in return, slipping from Rio’s grip to get a refill.

The night starts off with wild hoots and cheers, enjoying the coolness dusk brings, as opposed to the day where everyone's fuses are a bit shorter—some more than others—blood boiling with the heat.

The captains each take their own glasses and settle in their own spots. Law had taken refuge just a bit further away from the ruckus, still within earshot though, as he observed the way Kirin and Rio gravitated toward each other.

Eventually Reiji takes a seat next to him. Exchanging looks with subtle grins. They're shoulder to shoulder, basking in the silent company that the other brings.

Someone had started playing music, officially kicking off whatever "celebratory" party they threw tonight.  But after several or so songs, a slow one comes on. Both brunettes watched as Kirin excitedly looked up at Rio, snaking the hand that was resting on his waist to instead rest on his lower back as Kirin directed themselves to face each other.

It was a sweet scene to watch, Kirin being wrapped up in warmth and comfort from Rio, who Law may or may not have disagreements with from time to time, but still secretly and quietly appreciated the significance that his presence gave, not only to Kirin but to Reiji and himself as well.

Reiji sighs next to him, a slight haze settling in his gaze as he keeps watching the duo dancing in an embrace. Then, he leans closer to Law and plants a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth before standing. "I'm going to join them. You?"

Law chances a glance at Kirin and Rio and feels his heart throb and swell with emotion—though he prefers sitting back and relaxing just a bit for now, he subtly shakes his head at the older man's question. "I'm all right." Reiji's lips curl into a small but fond smile, wordlessly telling Law to come to him if he was needed.

He returns the smile with his own, nodding his head in the still slow-dancing duo's direction in a silent nudge for Reiji to get a move on. Reiji leans down and gives Law a kiss one more time before walking away.

Reiji gracefully places a hand upon the small of Rio’s back, and with his other hand, he takes Kirin’s into his own, kissing his captain’s knuckles as they lock eyes. Law sighs contentedly at the way Kirin visibly swoons, a light pink dusting his cheeks before it bunches up as he grins.

“You guys go ahead!” Kirin chimes, pulling Reiji up for a kiss before pulling away from them. Rio says something but Kirin reassures him—his words a bit quieter this time that Law isn’t able to pick them out—then walks away to the huddled circle of his and Law’s crewmates combined.

Reiji and Rio watch Kirin for a moment more before turning to face each other. Law hums, something akin to satisfaction settling in his chest at the way Reiji and Rio hold each other, the way they lock eyes. A thousand words held in comfortable, understanding companionable silence.

A silence that he has with Kirin and Reiji—and Rio, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it—too. And Law is glad to have such a connection in his life. To be able to have them this close to his heart, held near and dear.

Kirin swirls the rum in his glass around, listening idly of the voices surrounding him. Taking in the camaraderie—a family. Their family combined.

It’s all pleasant and idle chit-chat, increasingly drunken laughter and light teasing. Kirin scans the people around him, spots Reiji and Rio pulling away from their little moment together with soft smiles on their faces. He spots Law drinking and people-watching, not too far away but not too close either, enjoying his little bubble of quiet, partial self-isolation.

Kirin sees Shachi leaning close then leaning away from Penguin, talking with cackling laughter that Penguin joins from time to time.

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve broken while having sex?” Shachi wiggles his eyebrows playfully, earning a light nudge from his counterpart for his cheek.

A little away from where the conversation was taking place, pierced ears perked up and strained to listen in. A curiosity that Law refuses to acknowledge.

Kirin rolls his eyes in return, sloshing the rum in his mouth a bit as he considers Sacchan’s question. Just as he feels that familiar warmth tingle down his throat, so too does the heat spread across his face when a particular memory comes to mind.

“Oh?” Penguin chuckles, a grin forming, “That's an interesting expression, Denkui. Care to explain?” Penguin throws his teases into the ring, Shachi giggling beside him. The redhead turns his attention to Rio, who’s passing by, before Kirin can answer, reiterating the question. Rio’s lips curl into a passive smirk around his cigarette holder, smugness and self-satisfaction painted on tan features as he blows a breath of smoke in the opposite direction.

“A man’s spirit, but it’s not exactly that difficult.” Kirin shoves him off the back of the bench where Rio was leaning with a huff, the latter bursting into cackles as he returns to his place by the bar.

“You know, you don’t have to share if it’s too personal, Kirin. It’s just a silly game to pass the time.” Ikkaku places a hand on his knee and Kirin allows himself a breath to relax, smiling appreciatively but waves it off all the same.

“It’s not that, it’s just a little—embarrassing.” Kirin licks his lips, rolling his eyes at the memory, “And stupid.”

“Like she said, there’s no pressure to share anything you don’t want to. You can ignore this idiot’s questions where you see fit.” Penguin chimes in, gone with the mischievous grin, pinching Shachi's side while the other squeals in protest, yet still gives the other captain an apologetic look and sheepish smile.

“It’s not that big of a deal! Listen, I just—” Kirin considers it for a moment, that treacherous blush having crept all the way up to his ears at this point. “I broke a guy’s hip once while riding him, alright?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, painfully aware of raising eyebrows in the room and temporary lulls in other chit-chats between nearby Heart Pirates. 

He can’t help but feel he said that a lot louder than he should’ve. Kirin's own crew members however are entirely unfazed.

Penguin nods with a hum as if it’s the most natural thing to hear before abruptly pausing and backtracking. “You what?” Shachi bursts into wild cackles next to him, clapping his hands and wheezing as Penguin struggles to be heard from all of Shachi’s wild cackles, “You broke a guy’s hip while riding him.” It’s repetitive and definitely doesn’t need to be reiterated no matter how wild the thought and image that conjures up in his head is, but by this point Penguin’s joined in on the mix of astonishment and cackling confusion. 

Kirin feels the heat of his face become hotter, smiling awkwardly. He shrugs. “What can I say? It was good.”

When Kirin looks off to a certain spot, his lips turn down subtly. Law left, the spot he’s been occupying for most of the night suddenly empty. Amber eyes scan his surroundings, recognizing a certain, tall, tanned brunette’s silhouette talking to Reiji who each give glances at Kirin’s way.

They share a firm nod then Law’s walking up to Kirin, steps long and unhurried yet he’s standing right in front of him within seconds—or was it just Kirin blinking too much that he missed most of Law’s pace toward him? 

Either way, heat suddenly builds up from within, whether it’s from the summer air or the rum, or even the little story he’d shared just moments prior (which he’s sure contributes in some way), Kirin finds himself hot . Hot under Law’s gaze and the way he’s standing so casually yet so alluringly. 

The glass in his hand is taken away, Kirin can only watch as Law throws back the rest of its contents, watches mesmerized at the way Law’s Adam’s apple bob when he swallows, and with his other hand, Kirin’s wrist is held.

Nobody really seems to bat an eye when their two captains leave, the sly grin that Penguin sends their way is barely noticed.

.

.

In their shared room, Law pushes Kirin up against the door the moment it's closed, lips brushing across the expanse of his neck, biting and licking that sends heat down Kirin’s spine.

Panting breath and small moans filling the air between them. There, pushed up against the door, Kirin watches as Law carefully kneels down in front of him, lips pressing kisses on exposed tanned skin. Tattooed fingers gently tracing lightly, from Kirin’s exposed thighs up to where his mesh-top stretches over his chest.

A breathy little bubble of laughter leaves him as Law unbuttons his shorts, taking his time as he trails up and down his stomach, warm breaths leaving Kirin shivering with delight.

Once his shorts are pushed down, Law doesn’t hesitate, lips ghosting over his growing erection. Licking his lips, Kirin buries his fingers through black locks as Law’s tongue licks him from the base to the tip.

Then without any preamble, Law takes him, not completely but enough that Kirin finds himself not only weak in the knees but pleasantly gasping for breath. Dizzy with the rousing atmosphere consuming them both. 

Taking him as far down his throat as he can, the brunette feels the way Kirin hits the back of his throat and the way it lingers whenever he comes up for air—the pleasant scratch at his throat and weight on his tongue the only thing on his mind, his hands wandering up and down the legs bracketing him, thighs trembling and knees trying their best to stay straight.

With a deep inhale through his nose, he dives down and swallows. Kirin's elbow hits the wood behind him as he hisses sharply, his chest heaving. Trying his best to quench the sudden dryness of his throat as Kirin watches the way Law’s head bobs, his tattooed hands gripping him by the thighs only contributing to the haze of arousal enveloping him.

.

.

A shiver overtakes his entire being, sending straight down from his spine to his toes, causing them to curl against the bedsheet. Law breathes out, heavy and stuttering as he puts his forearm over his eyes, covering half of his face in a last ditch effort to keep his wits and thoughts coherent. Anything to keep himself present and in the moment.

Kirin pouts, draws his hands up from where they were cupping Law's waist, moving up steadily, grounding and comforting the brunette. "Doctor," Kirin calls out in a whisper, practically cooing as he’s leaning closer. 

Kirin hovers above him, their chests just centimeters apart, the warmth radiating from their skin sending slight shivers down their spines. "Law," Kirin purrs, voice still soft and gentle despite the warning underlying his tone. "Look at me."

Law clenches his jaw, teeth grit as he sucks in a breath through his mouth. Slowly, he removes his arm away from his face, a small smile greeting him. "There you are," Kirin coos, tucking a strand of his white hair back, then he finally bridges the space between them, pressing their chests as close as their physical bodies could allow.

Lips locked, tongues dancing, it's breath-stealing, mind-numbing; filled to the brim with passion and unspoken but very precious romantic affection for one another.

When they pull apart, they're briefly connected by a drawstring-thin saliva that breaks and trails down Law's heaving torso. Eyes unable to look away as Kirin pulls back, a pause as they both try and catch their breath, then Kirin thrusts, deep and hard and perhaps a bit soul-stealing too.

Kirin keeps his thrusts paced, but hard to the point that Law can feel the burning slap at the back of his thighs and ass, his body pushed and pulled by Kirin's movements, only grounded by the bruising grip that he has on his waist and hips.

"Kiri-ya," Law somehow manages to say in the haze of sweat soaked skin and passionate sex. Kirin doesn't say anything, instead humming in acknowledgement because he's the same, drawing closer and closer with each deep shove he buries himself in into Law. Drawing out soft moans and breathless groans.

There's no warning other than Law desperately moving his grip on the sheets to his partner's hand instead. Kirin reciprocates, taking his hold off Law's hip to the hand tugging at his fingers.

Their palms pressed together, sweaty and clammy but their grip is hard, solid, their fingers laced together as Law cums, shuddering and breath pausing, a broken moan turning silent. Kirin follows not too long after, his body bending forward as shivers travel down his spine, jolting at the way Law clenches him tight and warm.

Catching their breaths and despite the haze still hanging over him, Law somehow manages to chuckle albeit breathlessly and broken. "I think," he licks his lips and swallows, breathing through his nose, "I think you just broke my hip, Captain."

It takes a few seconds for Kirin to respond in any kind of way but when he does, it's with scattered panic, followed by a nervous, tinkling laugh when Law reassures him of no harm actually has been done with both hands on his cheeks, their soft chuckles and fond smiles slowly turning full-bodied laughter where their shoulders are bouncing and Kirin's trying so hard to hold his joy in.

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It shouldn't come as a surprise that when morning comes, they're hit with the hottest day ever. So hot to the point that Kirin, before the sun even rose beyond the horizon, had stripped down to nothing and ran to the bathroom, soaking himself in water to cool off.

Only for him to bemoan about how sticky the water's become after a few minutes or so of soaking, the cool water mixing with his sweat that Kirin doesn't fail to grumble about.

Looking practically dead to the world, lifeless and limp in the bathroom. With just one slight movement, there's suddenly sweat coating Kirin's entire body, reducing him to just slumping in the bathroom.

Law himself has taken to keeping his shirt open but still as decently dressed as one can be in the summer heat.

A knock comes to the door before it bursts open, Rio walking past the brunette with a brief glance between them, stopping in front of the bathroom door, he gives it a soft knock followed by a soft call of Kirin’s name.

Law decides then to pay attention to the three others who came in after Rio’s entrance. He and Reiji exchange looks, with Reiji’s expression slightly shifting to one of worry and nonchalance, wordlessly telling Law his suspicions.

“We can’t leave, can we?”

"Low tide." Penguin sighs.

Izzy confirms this with a nod, "Not just that but there's barely any clouds and wind outside. We can leave, however it would most likely take more than an hour to fully leave the island's vicinity. We can row the ship—…" Izzy trails off and Law nods in understanding.

"But we risk giving the crew heatstroke."

Reiji gives him a crooked little one-sided smile, “Looks like we’ll be staying for more than just a couple days.”

Penguin hisses out ‘yes’, pumping his fist by his side, his shoulders and back hunched as if he’s done a successful job at hiding his excitement.

Well, at this point, Law thinks to himself, it’d be best to just accept things as they are. He won’t admit it—over his dead body more like—however when he overheard Shachi and Penguin (and even Bepo) 2 days prior rejoicing for some longed Rest and Relaxation, who was he to deny his crew their right to recuperate?

The crew is gathered in the attached bar of the inn they’re residing in, some eating while some are already on their second tankard of alcohol which is quickly ignored when Law and Reiji announce that they’ll get to stay for more than just a day more, their cheers deafening.

When night fell, Law scoffs at someone remarking how now they truly have a reason for a party .

[medicus-mortem]

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   Law watches the fire as the light from it’s flames dance across Shachi’s face. His friend has taken to using the eerie glow to help enhance the ambiance of his tale. Problem is it won’t make his story any better. It’s still a little rushed to get to the violence. Still filled with small pauses as Shachi forgets a plot point or isn’t sure which character is doing what. It’s a bit endearing how he gets so into the telling though. Definitely still entertains the rest of the crew.

   Ikkaku sitting beside him snuggles into his side, wanting to leech some more warmth from her captain. This sort of closeness is all around them. Members of the Hearts leaning against each other and muttering about the story being told. Just a regular story night around a campfire that involves the casual affection that permeates this crew.

   Grinning, Law drapes his arm around his engineer. He leans closer to her and presses a protective kiss on top of her head. His hold is teasing, motions making it clear that he thinks her need to be close is less about the weather and more about a need to be protected from the spooky story. It isn’t. Shachi tale is hardly enough to be nightmare fuel.

   “Don’t you worry,” he whispers into his engineer’s hair. “I’ll protect you from the poorly described hook man.” He straightens a little, brow furrowing in mock contemplation. “Or is it a lobster man? Do hooks make an ominous clacking sound?”