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licorice-tea · 11 months ago

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I Think I Love You!

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader, Platonic Straw Hats & reader

Content: Strawhat!reader, cursing/strong language, kissing, Law has trouble with accepting his feelings, reader is a schemer and plotter fr, misunderstandings / miscommunication but more funny than angsty, fluff, idiots in love <3

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: this is a song fic based on “I Think I Love You!” by the Partridge Family lol, so the indented parts are song lyrics! also i wrote this between like 2 and 5 am… please forgive me for any grammar mistakes😭

This morning

Law cannot stand being a guest on the Thousand Sunny. He wakes up in the library- he must have fallen asleep there last night- and can already hear shouting from above deck. Why are they causing such a commotion this early on in the day? To him, the reason is simple: because the Straw Hat Pirates are inarguably the loudest, most annoying, chaotic bunch of-

thump thump thu-thump thump… knock knock!

Pushing the door to the library open with your back, you carefully turn while entering the room to reveal a serving tray in your hands.

Your voice rings out in the mostly silent room- save for the noise coming from the deck of the Thousand Sunny. “Hey, Law? Sanji made coffee for the girls and I, so I had him make you a cup t- oh.”

You smile to yourself upon seeing the ally captain, Law, fast asleep at one of the library desks. (Or at least, he looks like he’s asleep.) Wordlessly, you set the tray down beside him.

“He looks cute like this,” you think, “calm.”

On your way out, you pause and grab a sticky note from a drawer in another desk. You decide to jot down a little note rather than wake him. But, unbeknownst to you, Law is already awake and staring at your back.

Ok, so… there might be one exception to his feelings of contempt toward the Straw Hats.

And maybe it’s because he wants to let you fulfill your kind mission, or maybe he just panics, but when you turn around he closes his eyes again. You stride back across the library to his desk makeshift bed, and stick the note on the tray as quietly as possible. Law can feel the soft exhale of your breath fanning over him, knowing you’re probably smiling. Soon after, he hears the door open and close softly, and decides it’s safe to sit up and open his eyes again.

I woke up with this feeling

His tired eyes scan over your words with the tiniest hint of a smile: “Sanji made coffee! + There’s milk and sugar in separate cups, b/c I’m not sure how you like it. -y/n :)”

To think, you went out of your way to ask that dumbass cook to make a cup for him, too? Then you had arranged it so neatly- and written the sweetest goddamn little note… Well, it was really just a simple explanation of the tray sitting before him, but it was cute because it came from you. He knew you wrote it out of care and concern for him, not to mention your own kindness. And- as he allows his mind to wonder while staring at his untouched coffee- he thinks that maybe you did it out of love.

“Wait, no, that’s crazy.” All this time around Straw Hat and his crew must be getting to him. Law tries to remedy his outlandish idea that you might feel for him the way he does for you by starting on the coffee you brought him. He doesn’t usually take milk or sugar in his coffee, but since you went out of your way, he adds a splash of the former and a small cube of the latter. And suddenly, his mind is wandering again…

What a kind thing to do for someone. This makes him feel sure of his previous notion once again- that you just might love him. You have to. Because he’s falling in love with you, slowly but surely, and…. oh. Fuck. He loves you.

Law curses himself. Realizing he’s falling in love is NOT how this day should start. Or any day, for that matter.

I didn’t know how to deal with

Though he got at least 6 hours of sleep (which is around 3 more than usual for the surgeon), and drained his coffee cup, Law’s head is aching. It’s a result of stress, most likely. Because, ever since he came to the terrifying realization that he’s falling for you, he can’t stop thinking about it (love, you, etc.)

Your smile is one of his favorite things, for example. It ranges anywhere from bright (like on the night he cracked a single joke while the two of you kept watch from the crows nest, and suddenly you outshone the stars while laughing) to sweet (when you accept a compliment from the love cook with a shy expression), with at least a dozen more variations.

And your eyes… God, he needed to stop thinking about you. He can barely concentrate now; what did he even plan on doing today?

Law decides then, that if he’s to get anything done at all, he’ll need to push all thoughts of you to the backburner.

And so I just decided to myself

“This is a foolproof plan,” Law thinks to himself, “one of my best yet.”

He’s most definitely lying to himself, but is it really lying if the liar themself believes the lie?

“Shit. Even that doesn’t make sense.” Whatever, he just needs to concentrate on something- anything other than you.

So Law, stubborn as ever, uses this trait to his advantage by becoming dead set on not thinking of you at all. He does so by ignoring you when you pass by each other in the halls of the Thousand Sunny, not meeting your eye when you offer a friendly smile over dinner, even straight up ignoring you once when you knocked on the door to his room. He knows it was you because you have this habit of making a short tune out of knocks-

No! He absolutely can’t think of you. Law has already made up his mind, and under no circumstances can he backtrack.

I’d hide it to myself

Law is very obviously hiding something, you’re just not sure what.

It’s like his demeanor toward you changed overnight. Before his switch up, the two of you had been spending a large portion of your days together. And sure, there aren’t many people to choose from for company when you’re at sea, but you took pride in the fact that Law still wanted to be around you.

It had taken a little time for the Captain of the Heart Pirates to open up at first- which you didn’t mind at all, some people are simply more reserved than others- but once he did, your purely physical attraction to the man grew into a head spinning crush. So, once you gained the confidence, you began flirting and showing him how you felt in careful ways.

And it had seemed like it was working! He engaged in meaningful conversations with you, started sharing sly compliments and jokes and looks, would always sit beside you at dinner- or directly across from you if both adjacent seats were taken- and didn’t seem to mind trading in his late night reading for keeping watch from the crows nest with you. All signs had pointed to him at least thinking of you as a friend, if not reciprocating your feelings for him.

So why the hell is he ignoring you all of a sudden? Whatever the reason, you intend to find out.

And never talk about it

After consulting with your team (Nami, Usopp, and Robin- the most emotionally intelligent people and/or those with the most relationship experience on the crew), you decide to confront Law. “It would be best to be straightforward and honest,” is the consensus the four of you came to.

But, it proves to be harder than you thought since he is still avoiding you. You’ve taken to hanging around the kitchen because everyone has to go there at some point, as everyone gets hungry or thirsty, but Law never shows. How is he getting his morning coffee if he never goes to the kitchen? It bewilders you; how he’s managing to sneak by you on your own ship. (On the second day of trying to catch him, you realize that he can, in fact, use his devil fruit abilities to avoid walking around the ship and simply teleport into the kitchen instead.)

The next day, you decide to hang around inside the kitchen. Sanji doesn’t mind one bit, and you think that Law is sure to pay a visit at one point or another.

And he does! You don’t even have to wait long, because early in the morning- around 6:30 am or so- he teleports in with a flash of blue light and greets Sanji with a nod. However, he doesn’t take notice of you sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Just as I suspected.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for your sleuthing skills.

Law walks to the counter to grab a mug and pour a steaming cup from the pot the chef had just brewed, when you speak up.

“Morning, Law.”

He nearly drops his mug before turning around to see you, sitting at the kitchen island, with your own cup of coffee. (He notes how yours is a much lighter shade, and you’ve added ice and whipped cream. It fits you, he thinks, to prefer something sweeter. Great, just another reason why you could never like him the way he likes you.)

Law had purposefully been using his devil fruit and any other means to avoid you these last couple of days; yet here you are, looking at him with your knowing gaze. He was sure that you had caught on to his avoidance, because you’re perceptive like that, he just didn’t expect you to outsmart him like this. It’s enough to drive him crazy inside; like everything about you drives him crazy. (In some strange and foreign way that makes him yearn to be around you, but forces him to push you away.)

He mumbles out a quick “Morning.” and tries not to look as caught as he feels.

This is where you realize the flaw in your plan to confront Law: Sanji is also there. And despite the love you have for your crewmate, you don’t really want to do this in front of him.

So, when Law leaves just moments later, you follow.

And didn't I go and shout it

“Law! Wait up!” You call from a few paces behind him.

Though he doesn’t wait, he responds, “What?”

“What do you mean what? You’re being weird, and I want to know why!”

Law finally slows down, but only to open the door to the library, “I’m not being weird. Go away, y/n.” He states simply, then tries to close the door, but you hold it open.

When you walked into my room

You follow Law into the library- the room he has begun to frequent and sort of staked his claim on ever since he became a guest on board the Thousand Sunny.

With equal fervor, you respond; “Then why are you avoiding me? And straight up ignoring me when I try to talk to you? Because it’s really fucking rude. We’re friends, you know, and I thought-“

“We can’t be friends.” his voice is cold.

“Oh… Oh.” You think you understand now. “That’s so dumb, Law. Like, really stupid actually. Our friendship doesn’t depend on this alliance, if that’s why you-“

“It’s not!”

“Stop cutting me off! Ugh, just…” you sigh, clearly frustrated, “just tell me what’s going on then, please.”

He looks at you, your arms crossed and jaw set tightly. One might take your expression for angry upon first inspection, but there’s just a hint of sadness in your eyes and furrowed brows. He doesn’t want to ever see you like this- especially not because of something he’s done.

“I think I love you!”

This is it. He’s going to confess his feelings to you and ruin everything. You’ll probably hate him, never want to see him again, and that will just make it a hundred times harder to endure the remainder of his alliance with the Straw Hats.

“Well.. We can’t be friends because I…” Where was confidence and blatant disregard for the opinions of others when Law needed it?

You tilt your head and quirk a brow, giving him a quizzical look. The knowledge that you would never judge him so harshly; nor do anything to purposely hurt him, wasn’t doing much for his nerves right now, but it would have to do. He just needs to spit it out and get this over with now.

“I think I love you.”

You blink a few times as your eyes widen in clear surprise. Are you upset… or happy? He can’t tell, so he quickly corrects himself; “Uh- I’m falling in love with you. I think.”

(I think I love you)

Your frown grows into a small smile before the curve of your lips opens up into a much happier, brighter grin. And you laugh in a way that’s practically melodic to Law, which allows him to finally release the breath he’s been holding.

“I… I think I love you too, Law. Or I’m falling.” You emphasize the word like it’s an inside joke, just between the two of you. “It’s hard to tell.”

“…Yeah.”

“So… that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I’m, uh, sorry. I didn’t-“

Law stops when he feels the gentle press of your lips on the corner of his mouth. It’s barely a kiss, but you’re so incredibly warm and soft that he really doesn’t care that it only lasts 3 seconds. (Though, he would very much like it if you did it again. He makes a mental note to kiss you back with more certainty, should he get the chance.)

“It’s ok.” You tell him after you pull away.

He nods slowly- it’s probably the first time you’ve ever seen him in such a flustered state- before hesitantly leaning in again to close the distance between your lips. He tilts your jaw with one hand, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. But he waits for you, like asking for your permission, which you grant him by parting your lips slightly. Then Law finally kisses you; it’s slow and a little unsure at first, but he quickly gets caught up to speed. You both find yourselves lost in the other as the whole exchange becomes more passionate, albeit a little aggressive and clumsy.

And this time, the kiss lasts much longer than 3 seconds.

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belvedia02 · 1 year ago

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I think I love you

Wednesday tenía sus brazos cruzados mientras miraba la hoja en su máquina de escribir. Llevaba 10 minutos en esa pose, hay algo en su mente que no la dejaba escribir fluidamente. Thing sintió curiosidad cuando no escuchó el rítmico tipear de Wednesday y se subió al escritorio. Tocando con su índice la superficie de madera varias veces.

—No estoy molesta — Respondió Wednesday a la pregunta que le hizo Thing mediante la lengua de señas.

Thing volvió a preguntarle.

—Todo está bien con Enid — Wednesday decía la verdad, durante la semana, todo fue casi perfecto, lo único que le irritaba era ver la sonrisa de Yoko Tanaka, el día de su onomástica, como diciéndole que sabía todo acerca de su relación con Enid.

Thing volvió a dar golpes en el escritorio.

—No, tampoco puedo darle ajo a Tanaka — Enid solo el día anterior después de su noche de películas le confesó que le contó todo a su amiga y le prometió que guardaría el secreto. —Le juré a Enid que no haría eso.

Thing intentó una vez más averiguar que era eso que molestaba a Wednesday.

—Para ser solo una mano, eres bastante inteligente — Wednesday no podía poner en palabras el sentimiento que la acongojaba durante estos días.

—Ya no volví a revisar esa libreta — Wednesday olvidó por completo todas las ideas y los pasos de su plan para confesar sus sentimientos a Enid, no después de su primera cita, ahora solo estaba disfrutando del momento, sin embargo, hubo un detalle que olvidó por completo en su cortejo.

Thing ofreció su ayuda.

—Lo haré más simple esta vez — Wednesday no dejaría pasar un día más sin oficializar su relación.

Thing solo empuñó su mano con su pulgar arriba, estando de acuerdo con la determinación de Wednesday.

Ordenó su escritorio y fue a buscar su violoncello, volvería a tocarlo en el balcón de su habitación.

— Está en la habitación de Tanaka, es su noche de chicas, todavía no sé que hacen exactamente, pensé que estabas invitado. — Thing estaba en el atril buscando la partitura de la canción que le pidió Wednesday.

Thing le contestó usando una vez más la lengua de señas.

—Es raro que no te quieran ahí, con lo que te encanta el chisme — Wednesday se acomodó en la silla sosteniendo el instrumento entre sus piernas.

Thing golpeó las hojas fuertemente.

—No te enfades conmigo, puedes preguntarle a Enid que te arregle las uñas. — Wednesday agarró su arco con su mano derecha, la que estaba perfectamente curada y revisada por la enfermera, solo por petición de Enid.

Thing no hizo ningún otro comentario y volvió a acomodar la hoja de la partitura.

— Concéntrate — Le dio la breve instrucción y Wednesday comenzó a tocar su violoncello.

Wednesday no supo cuanto tiempo había pasado desde que salió a tocar su violoncello, se detuvo porque sintió la mano cálida de Enid en su hombro izquierdo, tenía los ojos cerrados mientras movía su arco sobre las 4 cuerdas.

—Enid — La miró suavemente.

— Willa — Enid movió su mano hasta el otro hombro y besó la mejilla izquierda de Wednesday.

—Esperaba que llegaras más tarde — Wednesday abrió el estuche y guardó el violoncello y el arco. Vio el atril y Thing no estaba.

— Digamos que me llamó tu encantadora melodía, fue como una serenata — Enid se alejó de Wednesday y apoyó su espalda en el muro de concreto para mirarla.

— Solo estaba practicando, pero cuando desees puedo dedicarte todo un concierto — Wednesday ahora que estaba segura de los sentimientos románticos hacia Enid, la música la sentía distinta, no solo seguir las notas de la partitura y una ejecución perfecta, ahora le agregó amor.

—Revisaré mi agenda para ver cuando tengo libre y te aviso cuando te cobraré la palabra — Dijo medio en serio y medio en broma.

Wednesday se levantó de la silla y también se apoyó en el muro mirando hacia el cielo estrellado.

—¿Te pasa algo Willa? — Enid conocía bien a Wednesday, sabía que no era una gran conversadora y sus palabras siempre estaban cubiertas con una pizca de sarcasmo, sin embargo, ahora puede decir que hay algo que la preocupa.

— Nada grave, es solo que olvidé algo importante — Wednesday no sabía muy bien como iniciar esa confesión.

—Es extraño, nunca olvidas nada, menos si es importante. — Enid también estaba mirando el cielo.

—La emoción de estos días, quizás sea la culpable.

— Todas las noches has dedicado tu hora a la escritura de tu novela y en las clases que compartimos siempre estás atenta y cumples con las tareas.

—En eso tienes razón, es otro asunto totalmente ajeno a lo académico.

— ¿Qué es? — Enid no tenía la menor idea.

Wednesday se giró hacia su izquierda para mirar a Enid, quien a su vez también hizo un movimiento para mirarla directamente. Wednesday sujetó las manos de Enid entre las suyas.

— Enid, no conozco los códigos emocionales de los adolescentes, ni las reglas, ni el tiempo que se tienen que cumplir para formalizar una relación, porque antes de conocerte solo estaba interesada en las distintas formas de aplicar tortura, de resolver misterios y escribir mi novela, la que se resume en que, la protagonista solo está enfocada en su trabajo, sin tener en ninguno de los 3 volúmenes un interés amoroso. Es por esto que no sé que tan pronto será adecuado para expresarte lo que verdaderamente siento. — Wednesday hizo una pausa, sin desviar su mirada de Enid, la que sentía su corazón latiendo fuertemente y un nerviosismo inundarla por completo.

—Enid, creo que te amo — Wednesday se rectificó de inmediato, después de oír un pequeño grito de emoción proveniente de los labios de Enid. —Enid estoy segura que lo que siento por ti no es un simple “me gustas”, sino que te amo profundamente.

Wednesday acarició la mejilla izquierda de Enid y delineó con su pulgar sus cicatrices, hasta que sintió la primera lágrima de Enid rodar por su cara. Sin decir nada más, porque un gesto vale más que mil palabras, Wednesday dejó su mano en esa mejilla, mientras que la otra se posaba en la otra mejilla y acercó el rostro de Enid para acortar la distancia entre ellas y besarla, más profundo que otros días e imprimiendo todo el amor que es posible transmitir ante tal acto de demostración de ese afecto.

Enid que superó la conmoción del primer instante, rodeó la cadera de Wednesday y la trajo hacia ella, para eliminar toda distancia. Con valentía profundizó el beso y fue un momento sublime cuando sus lenguas danzaban en armonía.

Varios minutos después, se separaron y Enid apoyó su frente en el flequillo de Wednesday.

— Willa para nosotros no hay reglas, ni tiempos establecidos para formalizar nuestra relación, porque nunca las sigue, ni me gustaría que lo hicieras, porque te amo tal cual eres. Y me moría cada vez que no podía decírtelo, porque hace mucho tiempo supe que para mí eres la persona que amo intensamente. — Enid se separó algunos centímetros de Wednesday para mirar esos bellos ojos marrones.

—Enid — Wednesday sintió que su garganta se cerraba por la emoción, pero hace mucho tiempo se había jurado que no lloraría otra vez, no después que rompió esa promesa por un ensangrentado y moribundo Thing. Así que sonrió como nunca antes lo había hecho en su vida.

—Willa, por dios ¡tienes hoyuelos! — La abrazó fuertemente y Wednesday le devolvió el gesto.

Se separaron unos minutos después.

— Lo adecuado sería preguntarte si deseas ser mi novia — Wednesday volvió a sonreír.

— Supongo — Se encogió de hombros, también tenía una brillante sonrisa dibujada en su rostro.

Wednesday se aclaró la garganta.

—Enid Sinclair, ¿te gustaría ser mi novia? — Sujetó su mano derecha.

—SÍ WILLA — Contestó gritando.

Wednesday besó los nudillos de Enid, iniciando una relación de amantes, la que esperaba durara toda su vida terrenal y en el más allá.

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