#one piece x you

[grandline-fics]

Hey, can I get op boys>reaction to a child or anybody else hugging you,the way momonosuke hugged nami. It's okay if you don't want to do it.

DESCRIPTION: Their reaction to a child stealing your attention and affection

WARNINGS: slight insecurities/jealousy I guess but nothing serious

CHARACTERS: Shanks, Luffy

WORDS: 1,564

A/N: Hey there and thank you for sending in this request. I had a lot of fun thinking of how to make this scenario work and decided to just stick with two characters this time. If you want to request any other characters, please do. I hope this was to your liking 😊

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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SHANKS

It was a sure bet that everyone would naturally go to Shanks. It was a given that he was the most popular member of the crew. He was the Captain after all and any island you stopped at, he just had a way about him that charmed practically everyone in the vicinity. Ordinarily that was the case. Today it was almost the same, apart from one exception to the norm. You had an admirer and Shanks never had a problem with that because you always let them down kindly but firmly, only having eyes for him. This though? This was uncharted territory. You were staring at your clingy admirer with the warmest smile and his eyes narrowed. This was war. 

Abruptly Ben nudged his shoulder and he looked as his right-hand man and closest friend pulled up the stool beside him. Shanks scoffed at Beckman’s unbridled amusement at his Captain’s sulking and very clear displeasure at what he was witnessing. From across the room your laughter drifted up and Shanks’s gaze snapped immediately to you, his glare sharpening. Nothing could be that funny, not without him. “Cap…relax. They’re-”

“A snake. They know exactly what they’re doing.” Shanks muttered, lifting his drink to his mouth as he glared at the snake in question, stealing you from him.

“They’re one, Shanks.” Beck reminded his Captain with his grin broadening. “You aren’t getting insecure because of a baby are you?”

“This food better be worth it.” Shanks grumbled. Stopping here was only because everyone was hungry and wanted to eat and drink together before separating to begin gathering supplies for the next leg of the stretch at sea. When you all entered you were met with a friendly but very stressed woman, trying to manage serving customers while also looking after her son. Her son in question stared with wide eyes at the arrival of the Red Haired Pirates, shy but curious. Then his gaze fell to you and he squirmed in his mother’s hold while stretching to get to you, immediately besotted. 

You had no issue with helping keep the baby entertained since it helped his mother out and meant you could all still get something to eat and drink. As you held the baby close you couldn’t help but smile when the little boy let out a long yawn, using his fist to rub at his eyes. Finally you took a seat on the other side of Shanks and settled in the hopes he’d fall asleep. You finally broke your gaze away from the adorable little face to look at Shanks and Benn. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Yeah, adorable.” Shanks forced out, eyeing his tiny rival with a scowl. “Why don’t you let me take over?”

“I don’t mind, plus he’s falling asleep I don’t want to unsettle him.” You smiled, watching Shanks as he reached his hand out. The baby in your arms, half-asleep eyed Shanks with equal disdain. With an incoherent but very obvious noise of rejection, the baby’s fists latched tightly into your shirt and he nuzzled his head into your chest. “See? He’s comfy.”

Shanks knew better than anyone how comfy it was to lie against you and be wrapped in your arms. His eyes narrowed when the baby threw him one last look- pure smugness, Shanks saw-before he closed his eyes and feel asleep. Seeing the baby drift off and still maintain his vicelike grip on your close made you all but melt. “Shanks, how long are we staying on this island for?”

“We’re leaving as soon as the ship is restocked.” 

“So soon?” You asked in surprise. Ordinarily you all stayed to relax and interact with the locals. Even short stops on islands would be a few days. It had been a long time since Shanks had made a decision like this. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah just really itching to get back to sea is all. We can’t laze around when we’ve got treasures to find and adventures to have.” You arched an eyebrow at Shanks’ explanation. When he turned his head to grab his drink you looked over his shoulder to throw a questioning look to Beck. Subtly the man dropped his gaze to the baby in your arms and mouthed ‘jealous’ making you grin.

Rolling your eyes at how the most laidback man in the world you decided to fall in love with could be so ridiculous at times. Shifting your chair closer you lay your back against his side and reached up to press a soft peck against his cheek. “Love you, you big baby.”

“Love you too.” Shanks grinned down at you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you closer. “Make sure to say that again though when the little brat wakes up. He needs to know I’m the winner.” 

LUFFY

“Hey you little brat let go of them!”

“Make me!”

“I. Said. Let. Go.”

“Nuh-uh! You’re not the boss of me. Just go away and leave us alone, stupid hat!”

“Stupid hat?!” Luffy repeated with an angry glare, looking to you sharply with wide eyes, silently checking if you heard the added insult to him. It was nearly as bad as the fact some little kid was clinging to you happily with their arms tightly around your neck with no sign of letting go. You could only shrug and smile, it was just a little kid. You’d been the one to save them from an attacking enemy so of course they would be more attached to you than any of the others on the crew. The boy was harmless but Luffy was acting like he was top of the list of people he wanted to beat on his quest to be King of the Pirates. “Say it again brat! I dare you!”

“Stuuuupid haaaat!” The little kid leant further in to Luffy’s face, stretching out the insult with a taunting grin and defiance in his eyes that would have been something Luffy would have respected had it been directed at anyone else. Satisfied, the little boy relaxed back against you and stuck his tongue out at your seething Captain and boyfriend. Luffy snarled and grabbed the child’s ankle, ready to pull them off of you. The boy only let out an overly dramatic squeal and tucked their head under your chin. “No!! Stop him! He’s scaring me!”

“Luffy, c’mon be nice. Please?” You asked settling your hand soothingly over Luffy’s hand to make him stop immediately. This was meant to be a party to celebrate another victory for the crew and for some reason Luffy was getting confrontational with a child instead of enjoying himself and eating all the food on offer. “They’re only doing it because they know it’s annoying you.”

“But-”

“I know, I know.” You spoke softly, lifting your hand from his to affectionately run your fingers along the rim of his hat. “I love your hat, it’s not stupid to me.”

“It’s only stupid because he’s wearing it.” The little boy muttered sourly, turning his head to glare at the fact you were giving Luffy a compliment. “It’d look great on you though.”

“Awww thank you.” You smiled, relieved that they hadn’t been too scared by Luffy. It was no wonder he was acting up, after finally being free from the group of pirates terrorising his home he was finally getting to act like a child again and not have to worry about living in fear from you or the rest of the crew. “I think you’d look cool with a hat like Luffy’s too.”

“He can keep his hat.” You held back your initial urge to laugh but still you grinned when his arms tightened around your neck. “He gets his hat, and I get you!”

“Wh- WHAT?!“ Luffy shouted, the calm you’d managed to evoke with him disappearing faster than the food in the fridge when Sanji’s back was turned. “You can’t have them, they’re mine!”

Once again the shouting picked up and you were stuck between the two, listening to the fight and bicker over you with vicious possessiveness. You were jostled when the little boy moved to perch himself on your back, shouting over your shoulder as Luffy’s arms wrapped around your body so he could get into  the kid’s face as they argued back and forth about who you were going to stay with, not that either of them thought to ask your opinion on that fact. Having no choice you were helpless and just had to stand there as these two equally persistent energies until finally they both tired themselves out and in unison they fell asleep, slumping over but keeping their grips on you as tight as ever. Sighing you managed to drag yourself over to an empty seat and awkwardly sit down despite the hinderances having two people clinging to you brought. 

Eventually the boy’s mother came across your predicament and managed to lift her son off of you, leaving you to just have Luffy hold you possessively but that was something you were used to at night. Alone you smiled at your boyfriend. Yes it was childish of him to take the little boy’s infatuation with you seriously but it was reassuring that if he fought for you this fiercely then it meant you really had nothing to fear if anyone else came sniffing around you. 

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[inseobts]

Time Travel

trafalgar law x reader

what would happen if law finds himself back in the past where the person he secretly loved for years is still alive?

word count: 5.6k

tags: d3ath, time travel, angst, romance

masterlist // ko-fi

The battle had been hard fought, but victory was theirs. The crew of the Polar Tang had emerged victorious against a powerful enemy, though not without their wounds. Law stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes scanning the horizon, his mind too tangled with thoughts to focus on the quiet after the storm.

He wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

The sharp crackle of energy, a distortion in the very air around him. Before he could even react, the world around him swirled into a blur. His ship, his crew, the ocean—all of it seemed to twist and bend in on itself, until everything went silent.

Law staggered back, the strange sensation of time ripping apart around him leaving him disoriented. He couldn’t even register the shock of it before the world shifted again, and suddenly—

He was back.

But not back where he expected. Not where he was, not on the Polar Tang with his crew.

No.

He was on a ship—but not the one he’d been aboard moments ago. The crew around him was… different. Younger.

He looked around, taking in the familiar faces of his old crew. The same crew, but so much younger than he remembered. Shachi, Bepo, Penguin, and… his younger self.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. This wasn’t just an ordinary flashback. This was something else entirely. The situation was surreal...impossible, even. But there they were.

He was back in the past. The year when you were still alive.

The crew sense someone behind them and they all turn alarmed and see him, a familiar but different face. They gather on deck, buzzing with questions. Law stands with them, trying to appear composed despite his inner turmoil. His younger self stares at him with wide eyes, as confused as the rest.

“So… what exactly is going on here?” Younger Law demands, still clutching his sword, his eyes darting between the older version of himself and the others “You… You’re me, aren’t you?”

Law rubs his temples, trying to gather his thoughts. He can’t reveal too much, he doesn't know what happened and why he was there, but one thing he knows is that he can’t change anything that would affect the timeline.

“You could say that” he replies quietly “But I can’t tell you everything. It could alter the future in ways I can’t predict”

The crew watches, sit all around him, eager, full of questions. But Law can’t answer them. Not really.

"You don't look good Captain. It looks like something happened that changed you" Bepo says with a worried face "you look sad and dull"

"Yeah" Penguin nods looking between Law and his younger-form "did something bad happened? To us?"

"I can't say anything, I'm sorry" Law answers.

“Why are you here, then?” Shachi asks, his eyes suspicious but full of curiosity. “If you can’t tell us about the future, why show up? And you keep looking around like you're searching for something”

“I… I didn’t have a choice” Law’s voice is low, strained “I was brought here by someone or something. I can’t explain it. But I’m trying to make sure certain things… stay the same. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you"

Law clenches his fists at his side, wishing he could just tell them everything. But the risks were too high. There was no way to undo the damage if he did.

He shifts uncomfortably “Some things… are better left unknown. It's for your own good too”

Penguin watches him for a moment before lowering his head in understanding “I get it. It’s a lot.”

You, meanwhile, looked at the scene from afar. You were in the usual spot you used to hide in, watching quietly. You’re studying Law with an odd curiosity, but you’re noticing how different he looks from the man you knew.

Eventually, the questions begin to fade away, and the crew starts to break apart for the evening, everyone heading off in different directions.

Law feels a presence behind him and turns, seeing you walking toward him.

As you walk toward him, you see his face completely change expression, becoming one full of sadness and regrets.

He stands up abruptly.

“You’re not gonna run off, are you?” you ask, a small smile playing on your lips.

He blinks at you, surprised “I wasn’t planning to”

You tilt your head, studying him closely “It’s a little… overwhelming, isn’t it? All these questions, all these things you can’t talk about”

He stares at you, unsure how to answer. The weight of seeing you alive again is heavier than he could’ve imagined. Your smile is just as he remembers. Your eyes—the same ones he fell for so long ago—hold a curious warmth.

You break the silence again, your voice softer now “So… I promise I won't tell anyone. What happens to us in the future?”

It’s like a punch to the gut. Law wants to tell you. He wants to share everything with you... to make sure you know how much he loves you, how much he regrets never telling you before. But the words stick in his throat. He can’t risk changing anything. If he tells you too much, it could cause a ripple that would undo everything.

“You know I can’t say anything” Law says, his voice quiet, almost strained “I wish I could. But I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to change anything.”

You nod, almost as if you knew that would be his answer. You glance down at your hands, your expression thoughtful.

“Right… So I guess I won’t get any answers” You look up at him again, eyes searching his face for something “Well, there’s one thing I can ask that’s… probably safe.”

Law blinks, confused “What?”

You hesitate for a moment before asking softly, “Are we together? In the future, I mean. Are we… together?”

The question hits him like a bolt of lightning. His heart races, the truth weighing on him like a ton of bricks.

He realizes, suddenly, painfully, that he never really knew for sure if you felt the same. He never got the chance to know because he lost you before he could even confess his true feelings. And now, here you are, asking him, and he can’t give you the answer you deserve.

It was always a mutual love, but he never knew it. Not until now.

Law opens his mouth, but no words come out. He’s too caught up in the truth of it, in the painful realization that he should have said something sooner.

You smile, regret in your face for asking him that. You look down to avoid his eyes "I take it as a no..."

“I… I don’t know” he mutters finally, his voice barely above a whisper “I don’t know what happens.”

You smile faintly, as if you believe his lie “It’s okay. I guess… I guess I’ll just have to live to find out later on, right?”

He watches you for a moment longer, the pain of it all almost unbearable. You smile again, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

Later that evening Law walks quietly through the ship, his mind racing. He stops at the railing and looks out at the ocean, his thoughts heavy.

He wishes that you could survive, that you don't have to die the way you did. But how can he change the past without destroying everything else? Is it selfish of him if he is actually thinking about destrying the whole future to let you live?

Then he sees it—his younger self, standing on the deck, staring at you from a distance. The longing in his eyes is so clear, so painfully obvious.

Young Law’s gaze lingers on you, a soft expression on his face. He’s too scared, too silent, too unsure to say anything.

Now that Law knows about your feelings he wants to push his young-self into doing what he's so scared to do. Even if he can't change the future he wants the two of you to talk your hearts out so that in the future you won't die with the regret, so that he himself don't have to live with the same regret. Maybe the time you two have together isn't a lot but it's enough for living your love just a bit.

Law approaches him quietly, careful not to interrupt his thoughts. “You need to tell her,” he says softly “Before it’s too late.”

The younger Law turns, surprised, but doesn’t ask for clarification. He just looks back at you, still holding back, unsure.

“I can’t make you do anything, but if you wait, you might lose your chance forever” Law continues, his voice low, filled with the pain of his own unspoken words.

The younger Law says nothing, his gaze still focused on you. But after a long pause, he nods, a soft resolve settling in his eyes.

The next few days pass in a haze for Law. He tries to focus on the mission at hand, hoe to go back to his timeline and on the reason he was sent back in time—something about the crew’s safety and preventing a dangerous chain of events. But all he can think about is you, and the heartbreaking truth that he can’t tell you.

The most painful part is knowing that he’s already seen your death. He’s already lived through the pain of losing you, but now, seeing you alive again—alive in this timeline—he feels a gnawing desperation. He doesn't want that future to happen.

Later, on deck Law finds himself standing near the railing, staring out at the vast ocean as the crew moves around the ship. His thoughts are dark, clouded with regret, and he can’t seem to shake the image of you from his mind.

That push on his younger self wan't enough, but he can't risk more. His younger self, as always, is keeping to himself, sitting off to the side, hands on his sword. He’s quieter than usual, his eyes often drifting toward you—toward the woman he loves but hasn’t yet realized if and how to confess.

Law can’t help the sigh that escapes his lips. It’s a sharp, frustrated exhale, the weight of all the things he wants to say but can’t. It’s a constant battle in his head, fighting against the rules of time and destiny.

“Everything okay, Captain?” Shachi’s voice breaks through his thoughts.

Law turns to him, forcing a tight smile “Yeah. Just thinking”

Shachi looks at him, clearly sensing the tension, but doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he glances toward where younger Law is sitting, looking at you from a distance.

“Hey, what’s up with the kid?” Shachi asks “He’s been acting kind of… strange, lately.”

Law looks over, his gaze following Shachi’s. His younger self is staring at you, his expression distant but soft. There’s something in the way he watches you, something that Law recognizes all too well—longing, fear, hesitation.

“He’s… figuring things out” Law mutters, his voice heavy. He’s been hoping that his younger self would listen to him—that he would understand, act before it’s too late. But part of him still feels a lingering doubt.

“You think he’s gonna do something about it?” Shachi continues, raising an eyebrow “It’s kind of obvious he, or you for what it can mean, is in love with her”

“I actually don't know but I hope so” Law says, more to himself than to anyone else “I hope so”

Shachi nods and is about to leave when Law stops him "Tell me... was I always so obvious?"

He looks shocked to hear is Captain asking this but compose himself into a soft smile "We all knew from the beginning that you love her, you started acting different as soon as she arrived here. On the other hand y/n is more difficult to read"

This makes Law lose himself in thoughts again. The whole crew knew, this means they have a lot of regrets as well for what happened to you, to the both of you.

Later that nigh, the crew sits around the table, sharing a quiet meal. You’re there, of course, laughing with the others, the familiar warmth of your presence filling the room. Law can’t help but glance at you from time to time. He’s only allowed to watch you from a distance now, but it’s a sharp, painful reminder of everything he never said.

He catches sight of his younger self, who’s watching you too. This time, however, there’s something different in his expression. His eyes aren’t just filled with longing, they’re filled with determination.

His younger self stands suddenly, pushing his chair back and leave the crew confused. For a moment, Law feels a surge of hope. His younger self is acting on it. He’s going to do something.

On deck, under the stars, Young Law walks toward you, the weight of what he’s about to do heavy on his shoulders. You’re sitting by the edge of the ship, looking out at the night sky, lost in thoughts. When you hear him approach, you turn, offering him a warm, friendly smile.

“You sure you should be out here alone?” he asks, his voice hesitant “It’s a bit… quiet.”

You tilt your head, a teasing glint in your eyes “Isn’t that the point of being alone? You should try it sometime.”

He pauses, taking in your words, your smile. His heart beats harder in his chest, unsure of how to proceed. He’s always been like this—silent, holding back, afraid to say the things he really feels.

But now, after hearing Law’s advice, he knows what he needs to do.

“I… I need to tell you something” he says, his voice quieter than usual.

You raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued “What’s that?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He’s scared, but the truth has to come out “I… I like you. I like you more than just as a friend. I’ve always… I’ve always liked you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. But then, you smile, and it’s so bright, so genuine, that his chest aches with relief.

“I’m glad you finally said something” you reply softly “I… I’ve always felt the same way.”

His heart stops. The words hit him like a wave crashing over him, drowning him in warmth and hope “Wait… you do?”

You laugh softly, your eyes glimmering in the moonlight “Of course. It was pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

Young Law smiles, a small but relieved smile. He’s never felt this light before, this certain. For the first time, he’s no longer holding back.

Present-Law watching the scene from afar with the crew. Tears in his eyes because now he knows you got the chance to love each other even if for a short time.

Suddenly there's a blinding light and a few moments later when Law opens his eyes again he finds himself laying in a bed in the nurse of the Polar Tang. His mind is spinning..

He returns to the Polar Tang, to his crew, to the present. Was is all a dream? What actually happened?

Bepo at his side, sleeping.

He gets up waking him up and confused, the first thing Law asks "Did I ever got the chance to confess my feelings to y/n?"

"Captain are you okay? Why suddenly ask that?" Bepo says panicking.

Law sigh and firmly add "Just answer".

He's scared, he's scared it was all just a dream. Scared you died without knowing about his feelings just has it actually happened. Scared that maybe you actually never reciprocated his feelings, his love.

"Of course you did"

Law's eyes widened, his heart beating fast as never before. It wasn't a dream. He was actually able to change that small but important part of the past. You died knowing about his love. He lost you but not without giving you his full love.

He gets up and steps onto the deck.

There you are. Standing right in front of him, alive, vibrant, and here.

He stops, unable to breathe for a moment. His mind races. This can’t be right. He’s seen you die. He’s seen your body fall—he’s seen everything. But now you’re here, smiling at him like nothing ever happened.

“y/n?” He barely manages to choke out your name, his voice filled with disbelief.

You smile at him, a familiar, gentle smile “You finally woke up. What’s wrong, Captain? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Law’s world tilts on its axis. He can’t understand it. He doesn’t know how this is possible—how you’re alive in front of him now.

But there’s only one explanation: the confession. His younger self’s confession. Somehow, it saved you.

He watches you, stunned, his chest tightening as emotions flood him.

“I—I thought I… I thought you…” he stammers.

You tilt your head, noticing his confusion “What’s the matter?”

The weight of it all is too much for him. He can’t speak, can’t form the words. But deep inside, he knows this is it—the moment when everything changed. The future he thought was set in stone, the future that broke him, had shifted. And you… you were still alive.

He shakes his head, trying to collect himself. He knows he’s seeing you right in front of him, alive, as if the death he witnessed in the past never happened. He swallows, his throat tight, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming rush of emotions.

“You… You’re…” He struggles to speak, but the confusion weighs him down. It’s not just the shock of seeing you alive—it’s everything that led to this moment, everything that shouldn’t have happened.

You raise an eyebrow, stepping closer to him “What happened? Is something wrong?”

“No” Law says finally, his voice hoarse “No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just… I don’t understand.”

“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice soft with concern, breaking through the tangle of thoughts in his head.

Law doesn’t know how to respond. He doesn’t know what to say to you, not when everything feels like it’s slipping through his fingers. He’s terrified that this shift in fate—this small change—could lead to something even worse.

“I’m fine” he says, forcing a smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. His mind is still racing, trying to process what’s happened. He doesn’t know how this happened—how the timeline could have been altered so drastically—but he knows one thing for sure.

“You’re here” he repeats, as if the words will make sense of the situation “You’re alive.”

You blink, a little confused by his intensity “Well, of course I’m alive, Captain. Why wouldn’t I be?”

A sharp pain stabs at Law’s chest as he recalls the past—the version of the future where you were dead. It had been so final, so irreversible. The pain of losing you had been one of the deepest regrets of his life. But now? Now, there’s a chance, maybe a small one, but still a chance, that things could be different.

The realization crashes over him like a tidal wave.

He looks at you again, this time with a weight that wasn’t there before. You’re alive. You’re here. And he didn’t have to lose you, not like before. His younger self had given him a second chance, and now… he has to hold on to that. He has to protect it.

He runs to close the distance between you two and hugs you like he never has. You're too schocked to move at first but then you put your hands around him.

Later, in the crew’s quarters, Law lies awake in his hammock, his thoughts spinning out of control. How could things change so quickly, so drastically? He can’t understand it. He should have never interfered, never given that advice to his younger self. But then again, he couldn’t let you die "again" without knowing that you were loved.

A soft knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts. He doesn’t need to ask who it is.

“Come in” he says quietly.

The door creaks open, and there you are, standing in the doorway. You look at him with a slight frown, your arms crossed over your chest.

“You’re still awake” you say, your voice gentle “Everything okay? You’ve been acting… different.”

Law sits up slightly in his hammock, his heart racing again. He’s never been good at hiding his feelings, and right now, his emotions are a whirlwind. How could he explain to you what he’s feeling? How could he tell you what’s going on in his head when he barely understands it himself?

“I’m… fine” he says, though it feels like a lie. He’s anything but fine. “Just thinking.”

You step into the room, closing the door behind you, and sit down on the chair across from him. “About what?”

“About… everything” he mutters “About how things are different now.”

You look at him, studying him closely. You can tell something’s weighing on him “Different how?” you ask, your voice soft but insistent.

He looks at you, torn between the need to protect you and the crushing urge to be honest. But he’s afraid of what that honesty might cost him. He’s afraid that if he tells you too much, it will change everything again.

“You wouldn’t understand” he says, his voice low. He can’t bring himself to explain the truth, at least not now.

You fake to be offended with a funny expression, and he loves when you do that because it makes you even cuter. You study him for a moment, your expression unreadable. Then, as if deciding something, you stand and walk over to him. Without a word, you reach out and gently place your hand on his arm.

“I understand more than you think” you say quietly, your fingers warm against his skin “You don’t have to carry all this on your own. You don’t have to hide from me.”

The softness in your voice, the warmth of your touch, cracks something deep inside him. His chest tightens, his breath catching in his throat. How could he have been so blind to what was right in front of him all this time?

He looks at you, really looks at you for the first time since he arrived in this timeline, and suddenly, he sees it all... the way you care for him, the way you’ve always been there, despite the unspoken distance between you. He realizes that he never really understood the depth of your feelings until now, and maybe that’s what changed. Maybe that’s the gift he was given, a second chance to finally get it.

“You’re right" he whispers, his voice thick with emotion “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

You look at him in surprise, your eyes widening slightly “What do you mean?”

He swallows hard, gathering the courage to say the words that have been buried deep inside him for so long.

“I… I love you” he says quietly, but with absolute certainty. The words feel like a weight lifted off his shoulders, the truth finally out in the open.

You smile, a small but genuine smile, and take a step closer to him “I think I’ve known that for a while”

You both sit in silence for a moment, you studying him while he's still lost in his thoughts. The weight of the admission must hit you differently, given all the strange tension and confusion his behavior has caused since his return to the present. But then you speak, and your words pull him back from the edge of his spiraling thoughts.

“Well, if it’s any comfort, I love you too” you say, your tone light but sincere “I mean, you’re kind of an idiot sometimes, and you’ve got this whole ‘broody loner’ thing that’s exhausting to keep up with, but… yeah. I love you, idiot”

The way you say it, so unguarded, so natural, he didn't realise how much he needed to hear those words until now, even though they come from you here, in this altered present.

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair “You really don’t make things easy, do you?”

You smirk, stepping closer to him, your arms crossing over your chest “That’s part of my charm”

Law shakes his head, the corners of his lips twitching upward despite the heaviness still clinging to him. For the first time since he returned to this timeline, he feels lighter—like the crushing weight of regret and grief that had followed him for years is finally lifting.

But there’s still a lingering doubt in his mind. Did he truly rewrite the future, or is this just a fleeting moment of borrowed time? And if things really have changed, how much has been altered?

You notice him deep in thought again, so you lean in and press a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek. The sudden gesture pulls him out of his thoughts, and he turns to look at you, his expression of surprise. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Captain, why the shocked face? We’ve done worse than this” you tease, offering him a playful wink as you start walking towards the door “Sleep well now.”

On the Polar Tang, it doesn’t take long for the crew to notice the shift between you and Law.

“Uh, are you two… okay?” Shachi asks, looking back and forth between the two of you as you stand side by side on the deck.

You raise an eyebrow “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Dunno. Maybe because since the day he fainted, Captain here looks like he saw the ghost of his past mistakes?” Penguin says.

“Enough” Law snaps, his voice low but firm. He doesn’t need the crew making a spectacle of this, not when he’s still trying to make sense of everything himself.

You, on the other hand, seem entirely unfazed by their reactions. You smirk, leaning against the railing with an air of casual confidence. “What’s the matter, Captain? Wanna give them something to really talk about?”

Law groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You’ve always had a way of getting under his skin, but somehow, it feels different now, lighter, even.

“Don’t you all have work to do?” he mutters, turning his back to them and stalking off toward the ship’s interior.

But as he walks away, he catches the faint sound of your laughter behind him, and for the first time in a long while, it doesn’t sting.

Later that evening, Law finds himself alone in his quarters, staring down at a stack of charts and papers he’s been meaning to sort through. But his mind isn’t on his work, it’s on you, on the way your presence has started to fill the cracks in his carefully constructed walls.

He still doesn’t know how this timeline shift works. Did his advice to his younger self truly rewrite everything? And if so, how much of the past is still the same? Did your future really change or is it just temporary?

His thoughts spiral as he recalls the moment his younger self finally confessed to you. It was a subtle nudge, a small push in the right direction, but it had changed everything. If his younger self hadn’t listened, if he hadn’t acted, would you still be gone? Would you have died with regrets, with unspoken feelings left between you?

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts, and he looks up to see you standing there, leaning casually against the frame.

“Captain” you say, your tone light but teasing “You’re brooding again.”

He sighs, gesturing for you to come in “What do you want?”

You step into the room, closing the door behind you “Just checking on you. You’ve been acting really weird lately”

Law leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest “I’m fine now”

“You always say that” you reply, walking over to stand in front of his desk “But we both know it’s not true. So what’s really going on?”

For a moment, he considers brushing you off, keeping the truth locked away like he always does. But then he looks at you, really looks at you, and he sees the concern in your eyes, the genuine care that you’ve always shown him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

And he realizes that maybe, just this once, he doesn’t have to carry the weight alone.

“I…” he hesitates, the words catching in his throat “I was afraid I’d lost you.”

Your eyes widen slightly at his admission, but you don’t interrupt, giving him the space to continue.

“There was a time when you weren’t here” he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion “And it was… unbearable. I didn’t know how to fix it, how to stop it. And now…” He looks down at his hands, his fingers curling into fists. “Now, you’re here, and I don’t know if it’s real or if it’s just another cruel trick.”

You take a step closer to him, reaching out to place a hand on his arm “I’m here, Law,” you say softly “I was always here with you and I'll always be. Whatever happened, whatever you went through… I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he sees is the same fierce determination that he’s always admired in you.

For the first time since his return to the present, he feels a flicker of hope, hope that maybe, just maybe, this new future is something he can hold on to.

Most of the crew is asleep, leaving Law in the solitude of his quarters. He stares out of the small circular window, his mind a battlefield of thoughts. He knows he should be relieved, grateful, that you’re alive, but a part of him can’t let go of the fear. The fear that this could all slip away in an instant.

The soft creak of the door pulls him from his thoughts. He doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s you.

“You’re still awake... again” you say, your voice quiet but firm.

He sighs, his back still to you “I could say the same to you.”

“Touché.” You step further into the room, and the door clicks softly shut behind you “You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous” he mutters, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself.

You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it “Funny. But seriously, I’ve been thinking about… us.”

That makes him turn. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

“What about us?” he asks, his voice low.

You take a deep breath, stepping closer to him “I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday. About how you were afraid you’d lost me.”

His jaw tightens, and he looks away “I shouldn’t have said that. It was selfish.”

“No, it wasn’t” you say firmly, closing the distance between you “It was honest. And I don’t want you to think you have to keep all of that to yourself anymore.”

Law exhales, running a hand through his hair “You don’t understand,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper “I’ve seen what it’s like to lose you. I’ve lived with it. And I don’t know if I can do that again.”

Your heart aches at the raw vulnerability in his voice. Without thinking, you reach out and place a hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“You won’t lose me” you say softly “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. There’s so much he wants to say, so much he wants to explain, but the words catch in his throat. Instead, he reaches up, his hand covering yours where it rests against his chest.

The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken emotions. And then, almost imperceptibly, he leans down, his forehead brushing against yours.

“y/n…” he murmurs, his voice trembling.

You close your eyes, leaning into him. “I’m here, Law. I’m right here. We chose a life that’s unpredictable as pirates. I know that. But that doesn’t mean we can’t allow ourselves to love. Do you think it would hurt less if we didn’t use the time we have together to love each other? Because I don’t think so. In fact, I think the opposite.”

Something inside him breaks at your words, the walls he’s so carefully constructed over the years crumbling in an instant. He tilts his head slightly, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss.

The contact sends a jolt through both of you, and for a moment, neither of you moves. But then you press closer, your hand sliding up to cup his face, deepening the kiss. It’s not hurried or frantic, it’s soft and deliberate, a silent promise that neither of you is willing to let go of this moment.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathing heavily, your foreheads still pressed together.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits, a small, nervous laugh escaping.

You chuckle softly as his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You smile, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he feels like the weight of the world isn’t resting on his shoulders.

“I mean it, Law” you say, your voice serious now. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He nods, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you” he murmurs against your hair.

For the first time in years, he allows himself to hope, for you, for him, for a future that no longer feels so uncertain.

[imsryyimlate]

he falls first: lonely is a man without love

— side story of slip

❥ pairing: zoro x f!straw hat pirate

❥ nsfw

❥ summary: zoro struggles with his feelings about you after another sex to destress night.

— @lamentationsofalonelypotato for romance bingo

you were a distraction - someone to help zoro forget about the world, if only for a little while. just a fuck buddy.

at least, that’s what he told himself.

but as he lay there the morning after, staring down at you curled up against his chest, he wasn’t so sure anymore. his arm rested naturally under your neck, his hand draped over your shoulder. your breathing was steady, nothing like the ragged gasps and moans from the night before.

zoro shifted slightly, his gaze lingering on you longer than he wanted to admit. his mind was restless.

are you really just that?

before he could chase the thought any further, you stirred against him, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“you okay?”

“it’s morning, dumbass,” he muttered.

your eyes fluttered open slightly before widening in realization. “my plants!” you groaned, attempting to sit up.

zoro let out an exasperated sigh and caught your forearm before you could escape the bed. “hey, they’re not gonna die on you.” with a firm but gentle pull, he rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, pinning you beneath him.

your lips parted as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “zoro…” you whispered, but he silenced you with a slow, deliberate kiss.

one hand braced against the mattress, supporting his weight, while the other trailed along your jaw, down your body. his rough fingers found their way between your legs, his thumb circling your clit as a finger slipped inside you.

you exhaled a shaky moan against his lips. “mmm, still stressed?”

“yes,” he muttered, sliding another finger in.

your head fell back against the pillow as he worked you open, the sensation making your body arch toward his touch. his grip shifted, capturing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, teasing you by dragging it along your entrance.

zoro moved to his knees, pushing into you slowly, feeling you clench around him the deeper he went. a low groan rumbled in his throat as he rolled his hips, grinding against you to add friction. letting go of your wrists, his hands traveled down your body - one steadying your leg while the other caressed the length of the opposite thigh.

his lips followed the path of his hands, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. you gasped, gripping the sheets beneath you.

he didn’t let up. his pace turned ruthless, pounding into you while his fingers dug into your skin. the sting of his bite mixed with the pleasure, sending waves of sensation through your body.

“you piss me off,” he muttered against your thigh, his voice rough with frustration.

your breath hitched. “don’t mean to,” you murmured, though you didn’t bother asking why.

of course, you didn’t mean to. you don’t know how i feel.

zoro shifted his grip, one hand anchoring himself on your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple before pinching it between his fingers.

“you’re a distraction,” he grumbled, his thrusts never faltering. “and that stresses me out.”

a teasing smile ghosted your lips. “oh?”

zoro stilled. his sharp gaze met yours, dark and unreadable.

your smirk only deepened.

and just like that, his frustration reignited.

[averyjadedemerald]

is it really an ace fic if there's no angst?

The Daughter's Return: Month 5

The Road to Love

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This idea was sent to me by Anonymous! CW: kinda long but it's from Ace's perspective! Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 5.2k

From the moment Ace heard your name, he was intrigued. 

“It’s a crazy story,” Thatch said as everyone sat down around him. “The Clandine Incident was one of the main reasons Y/N’s bounty skyrocketed. She’s got one of the highest bounties on the ship, especially for her age.”

Blamenco chortled. “She’s only got a big bounty cuz-”

“Though she’s always been a legend,” Marco said, cutting off Blamenco and ignoring his words. “The Navy has been trying to figure out who keeps ruining their plans for years. They just never expect it to be a teenage girl. It’d be higher if they knew everything she actually did.”

“Right,” Kingdew laughed. “They underestimate her because of her reckless appearance to them. They think she improvises everything she does.”

Ace raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

Izou hummed, knowing that the crew’s praise for you would have repercussions. This new crewmember seemed a little too interested in you. Still, Izou decided to indulge him. It’d be interesting to see where this all went. 

“The Clandine Incident is the best example,” Izou said. “The Navy had captured about forty of our men. It was looking bad. However, they had captured non-devil fruit users, so they were all in metal cages for transport.”

Marco interrupted and took over the story. “Because so many of Whitebeard’s men had been captured, almost all of the Navy’s forces had been called back to escort the prisoners to ships to be hauled off to Impel Down. Which left their defenses low, and we could launch an assault on our actual target and free a royal member of an island we watched over. They didn’t even have time to call reinforcements before the prince was released.”

“She and Marco led the operation to free the prisoners.” Thatch grinned ear to ear, staring at the first division commander. “I heard things got quite messy, but they got in and out without any fatalities.”

“Messy?” Ace inquired, nudging his friend to tell him more. “How so?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marco grumbled. “Just a few messes I had to clean up.”

Thatch cackled. “If I recall, it was Y/N who did the cleaning up, not the other way around!”

Marco rolled his eyes. “She’s always the one to make the sacrifice play, and she got mad when I wouldn’t let her do it. I swear she’s careful with everyone’s life but her own. ”

Ace could relate, which only made him even more interested in meeting you. “When’s she get back?” he asked, unable to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. 

The whole table erupted into laughter at his question. 

“She’s off limits, dude,” Vista said, giving Ace an empathetic pat on the shoulder. “If you try anything, Pops will kill you.”

“Pops wouldn’t get the chance,” Thatch said. “Marco would get you first.”

“Sorry man, they’re right. I know you’re my brother-” Marco smiled and shook his head. “But she’s outta your league anyway. Don’t even try it.”

“Look at him getting all protective!” Fossa bellowed, and the table erupted in laughter again. 

Ace gave a confused smile, looking around the table. It was clear he was missing something. Something obvious that everyone else seemed to be aware of.

“Go check the bounty poster room,” Curiel whispered, giving him a little nudge. “You’ll figure it out.”

Newgate. You were a Newgate. There was no chance in hell you’d ever even look his way. And if you knew who his father was…No, Whitebeard would never allow the son of his rival to date his only daughter. 

And yet, as he stared at your old bounty poster, he couldn’t help but think there was so much more to you than a name. 

--

Months later, Whitebeard stood towering over Ace. He had been called in for a meeting with his captain, and Ace was worried that he had screwed up big this time. 

“There’s something I should probably tell you, Ace.”

His voice didn’t sound upset, and Ace relaxed a bit. “What’s up Pops?”

“My daughter is returning home soon, which is quite a joyous occasion-”

Ace nodded. “I’m excited to meet her.”

Whitebeard watched the second division commander carefully. “There’s something I should warn you about.”

“Oh, Pops, don't even worry about that.” Ace’s cheeks were hot, embarrassed where this was going. Of course he knew about Ace’s flings and flirtations on the ship. Of course Whitebeard didn’t want him anywhere near you. “I’m not like that anymore. Besides, everyone has already told me.”

Whitebeard’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Told you what?”

“That Y/N is off limits. I shouldn’t interact with her or-”

Whitebeard laughed, his jolly expression returning at the absurdity of Ace’s comment. “Ace, son. I don’t care what you do in your free time. I don’t care what she does in her free time. My daughter is an adult. She can make her own decisions. I trust her with that ability. If I didn’t, she wouldn’t be my most valuable strategist.”

“Oh.” Ace suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. He had never read a situation more incorrectly than he had in this moment. “Then what did you want to talk about?”

“My daughter,” Whitebeard said, still chuckling. “She can be…intense. And unfortunately, I believe she may take out some of that intensity on you.”

It was Ace’s turn to be confused. “Why?”

“Well…” Whitebeard’s eyes flicked towards the door nervously. “I promised her the second division commander spot before she left. But clearly, that’s been filled since she’s been gone.”

“Oh!” Ace said. “I can step do-”

“No.” Whitebeard's voice was firm and final. “You are the second division commander. But I am placing her under your command.”

Ace’s mouth dropped open. He hadn’t been expecting that. He had expected Whitebeard to keep you as far away from him as possible. “Are you sure?”

“I believe you are most equipped to handle her.”

Ace laughed nervously. “Surely Marco. Or Thatch. Or Izou-”

“Are you not comfortable with it? I’d prefer she stay in division two for a few days to try it out. Would you like me to move her now instead?”

“No!” Ace rushed to say. “I’m honored to take her in my division. She’ll be a major asset.”

Whitebeard chuckled. “And a major pain in the ass at first. Give her some time, as a favor to me.”

Ace gave a nervous smile, unsure what exactly he was signing up for. “Sure, Pops. Anything-”

Suddenly a young woman burst through the door, storming up to his captain. Ace tensed, unsure of who you were or what was about to go down. 

“Y/N,” Whitebeard smiled, and Ace could feel himself start to sweat. He hadn’t expected this to all happen so soon. “You’re-”

“You bastard!” You screamed, pulling out a kunai. “You promised!”

Ace could hear the hurt in your voice, and he felt sorry for you. And then he started to feel sorry for himself. You couldn’t be the girl Marco had raved about, the cute girl in pigtails, who would do anything for a piece of chocolate. You couldn’t be the girl who had the skill set of a thousand men. 

You were far too rude to be the girl he imagined. Nobody talked to his father like that, especially not some entitled girl who thought it was her birthright. 

He threw a knife at your kunai, knocking it out of your hand. When you shot him a glare, he returned one back. He wasn’t going to let you intimidate him so easily. 

“Stay out of this, newbie,” you snapped at him. If this was how mad you were about a kunai, he didn’t want to imagine how mad you’d be when you found out about the position. 

You reached into your pouch and he lunged at you, grappling your wrists. He wouldn’t let you hurt or even attempt to intimidate his father, the person who saved him and called him his own. You had no idea how selfish you were being or how good you had it, and it made Ace’s blood boil. 

“I don’t know who you are,” Ace said, trying his best to sound intimidating. “But you have no right attacking Pops the moment you get on our ship.”

“Stay out of my affairs,” you snarled back. 

His grip on you started to feel hot, and for a moment he was afraid he had let his anger get the best of him. And then it began to heat up so much that he had to pull away. You were simply too hot to hold onto. 

You gave him a wicked grin of satisfaction, as if you were boasting about your victory in the small battle you momentarily had. But Ace was confused. How had you burned him? Nobody had managed to do that in a long time. Marco and the other commanders had talked about your ability before, but he had assumed it was just another type of fire or heat ability. 

And then he remembered something Marco had said. How you had gone up against the lava vice admiral once, and you burned hotter than even him. A volcano fruit, Ace remembered. Your heat far surpassed him. 

Oh, the two of you would make an interesting dynamic indeed. He was beginning to see why Pops had placed you under his command now. Ace wanted to know everything about you, and wanted to use you and your ability to his full advantage. He couldn’t wait to see what you could do, and what he could learn from you. He just had to get you on his side. 

Which was easier said than done. You weren’t exactly thrilled to meet him.

And then the welcome party happened, and you all were stargazing when you had fallen asleep. He wanted to lay there forever, but Marco had eventually found you all. The first division commander picked you up and began to walk away before he turned back for just a moment.

“You’re going to fall in love with her, aren’t you?” Marco asked. 

Ace scoffed in return. “I don’t fall in love.”

“Good,” Marco said. “Because she’ll break your heart.”

“Who’s to say I wouldn’t break hers?”

Marco glared at him, clutching you tighter to his chest. “If you even think about it, I’ll carry you out to sea and drop you in the ocean.”

Ace gave a light laugh, but quickly realized Marco was very serious in his threat. “Noted.”

“I’m serious, Ace,” Marco whispered. “Leave her alone. It won’t end well.”

Of course, he hadn’t listened, he was too captivated by you. After the election of new subordinate captains were solidified, Marco began switching his tune from warnings to encouragement, and Ace grew hopeful that you were interested in him. Marco even encouraged Ace to invite you to a party. But Marco was still clear: just because you needed friends didn’t mean you needed Ace.  

And then Ace understood. You were about to lose most of your childhood friends, and you would need a new support system. Still, Ace got his hopes up that maybe you would feel something eventually. But for now, Ace would be okay with friends, as long as you stuck around. 

A few nights later, he had really fucked up. He had taken Marco's advice, invited you to the party, and even made a bet with you about going drink for drink. And now, you were curled up against his chest, your skin warm against his. Every time you shifted or stretched, he found himself alert. He couldn’t sleep with you so close to him, his mind racing at one hundred miles per hour. You had wanted to sleep with him. Even if you hadn’t actually wanted to sleep with him, you did feel comfortable enough to fall asleep with him next to you. He didn’t know what to do. 

He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to only belong to you. He had never felt this way about another person before, but he knew it was good and true and that he was yours. He would find a way to tell you and hope you felt the same way. You had fallen asleep in his arms, after all. That had to count for something. 

But the next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and you had made it clear that while you appreciated his gentlemanly actions, you wanted nothing more. And so he held his tongue and went to the meeting he was summoned for, sleeping through the entire thing, wishing he was still in bed. Wishing you were still in his arms. 

And then you had been offered a job by your father, one that would take you away from division two. Take you away from him. It took Ace every ounce of self-restraint not to question his captain. Why would he hurt him like this? Why would he let you and Ace get so close, just to take you away?

Instead, he went to you, begging for you to stay in the most vulnerable way he knew how. He would’ve done anything, answered any question if it meant you would stay with him just a little bit longer. The two of you had become friends. That’s how he felt, at least. He wasn’t sure how you felt, but he had to hope. And you stayed. You chose him, and his heart continued to burn only for you.

The subordinate captains’ goodbye party was a testament to your planning skills. It had mostly been for Whitey, but it wouldn’t have been obvious if he didn’t know you. And maybe he didn’t. After all, he didn’t pin you as the kind of girl to make out with just anyone after a game of shots. Not that he cared anyway. You had made it clear you didn’t want more than a professional relationship with him. 

And yet, he still felt rather irritated by it all. He found himself receding from the party, deciding to find a quiet place to lean against the railing and stare out to sea in thought. He tried not to think about you, but all he could see was that red-haired boy and your lips smashed together. It should’ve been him there doing 5 shots with you. It should’ve been him getting a victory kiss. Not that little red-haired punk. 

“Berry for your thoughts?” Whitey said, leaning on the railing next to Ace. 

Ace looked over at her, startled. Whitey hadn’t talked to him since their fallout. She hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. And yet here she was, talking to him. She had to be drunk. It was the only explanation. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Whitey griped, though she wasn’t looking at him. “I know I’ve been shitty. But I’m not here to talk about us. I’m here to talk about you.”

“I actually wanted to find you,” Ace admitted. “I’m sorry about everything I put you through. That wasn’t fair and-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Whitey let out a deep sigh and then continued. “You’re only apologizing because you know you might never see me again. And while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t want it.”

“It’s not because you’re leaving,” Ace corrected. “It’s because-”

Ace hesitated. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be this vulnerable with Whitey for multiple reasons. He didn’t want to open old wounds. He didn’t want her passing it on to you. He didn’t want her to laugh.

“Go on,” Whitey said, finally turning at looking at Ace. She didn’t look upset or angry. In fact, she looked like she knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“It’s because I know how you feel now,” he confessed. “And it feels really shitty. And I’m sorry.”

“We both wanted different things in that moment,” Whitey said. “I’m sorry for the part I played too.”

Ace shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yeah, I do.” Whitey laughed and took a long drink of her ale. “Hold on to that person that’s making you feel that way, though. She’s really special.”

Ace froze, worried she was going to tease him. But Whitey just gave him a friendly wink and left him alone.

Marco found him a few minutes later. “Commanders and Strategists. Let’s roll.”

Ace frowned. He wasn’t ready to see you again. He was still upset about your public flirtation with someone else. Maybe you were his karma, but he still hated it. 

“Come on, lover boy. It’ll be fine.” Marco chuckled, pulling Ace back to the party. He was going to have to face you sooner or later, he knew that. 

Luckily, the evening only went up from there. 

--

Less than 24 hours later, the two of you were off on an impromptu mission. It was just the two of you, really. Kala and Mihal were coming too, but you all wouldn’t be together for long. 

He would get you all to himself. Away from your father’s watchful gaze, Marco’s interference, and any boy who might have a crush on you. It would just be the two of you. 

It had been fun, until women began crowding him, asking for dances. His heart broke a little bit when you told him to dance with them, but he listened. He had come here to spend the night with you, not with these snobby women who were dressed in gowns that were worth more than all the money he ever had as a child. But every time he looked for you, you were there, looking as beautiful and radiant as he had ever seen you.

Then you disappeared, and his heart beat out of his chest as he broke off a dance to search for you. He found you being led away by some pompous asshole who had been staring at you all night, and his stomach churned at the thought of what that man would try to pull once you were alone with him. 

He hadn’t meant to make a scene. He was just so upset. He should’ve never left you sitting alone at that table. To hell with all of those women. To hell with everyone here. You were the only one who mattered to him. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and the hairs on Ace’s neck stood up. 

And then you slapped him. Hard. Like you really, truly meant it. And as you began screaming at him, he slowly realized he would now have to be the decoy. 

Some Marines grabbed his arms and hauled him away, but he couldn’t take his eyes from you, burying your face in that horrible man’s coat as you sobbed fake tears. 

They set him in a chair and an official sat across from him. Ace had no idea who it was. If you were here, you would’ve been able to tell him his rank, name, weakness, and everything else he needed to know. But you were tucked away somewhere upstairs. Safe, hopefully. 

“Listen son,” the man said, and Ace gritted his teeth. The only person who could call him son was Whitebeard, but he kept his mouth shut. The man didn’t seem to notice Ace’s seething rage, thankfully, and he continued. “I’m sure there was just a miscommunication. Why don’t you give me your commanding officer and we’ll get it all sorted out.”

“Commanding officer?” Ace questioned. He didn’t know any names. How could he have forgotten to do this? He should’ve paid more attention as you were pointing people out. 

“And your name and rank.”

Ace hadn’t thought of any of those things. He hadn’t expected you all to get caught. Or at least, he had expected you to do all the lying for him. 

“Kaclin McGrought, Captain,” Ace said. It was the first thing that came to his mind. “My Commanding officer is…”

Shit. Why could he only think of Garp? That would give him away immediately. Plus, Garp was here. They could just go ask him, and his cover would immediately be blown.

“My commanding officer is Clemence,” Ace tried to sound confident, like he knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Clemence?” 

“From the East Blue?” Ace asked, raising his eyebrow. “Sir Clemence the Second? Surely you know him?”

The man nodded at a pair of lieutenants by the door, and they swiftly exited the room. Ace didn’t have a good feeling about any of this. He could only hope they weren’t heading to find and capture you. He could only hope you had come up with a better cover story. 

A few minutes later, one of the lieutenants came back and bent down to whisper something in his interrogator's ear. 

“So McGrought…” The man stared at Ace long and hard, and he knew he had been caught. “You and your commander don’t seem to exist. Why don’t you tell us who you really are?”

Ace swallowed, trying to clear the lump in his throat. He wasn’t so nervous for himself, but he hated not knowing about your status. “Who I really am?”

One good thing would come out of this, at least. The Navy would know his name now. At least they would know his power, and his position. He wouldn’t be some “failed rookie” amongst their conversations. 

“Son-”

“Portgas D. Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.” Ace erupted into flames, and most of the people took a few steps back from the heat. “And don't call me son.”

With that, he threw off his shirt, turned, and jumped out the stained glass window. He wanted the last thing they saw to be his father’s symbol.

As he burst through the window, he only had one thought on his mind: he had to get to you. He had to make sure you were okay. 

That was the first and last time Ace underestimated your strategy ability. Even as you all spoke to his grandfather, even as you raced through the woods and spent the night in a borrowed house, he couldn’t help but admire just how brilliant you were. 

As the two of you walked through the town and snuck onto the beach, as you changed your plan on a dime and found a way to make it work, as you taunted a Vice Admiral, he couldn’t help but smile giddily, knowing you were his. And he was yours. 

He would have to tell Whitebeard, of course. He should’ve been more concerned about his fate, but he felt invincible, watching you as you slept on the boat ride back to the ship. You were together. Nothing could stop him now. 

Standing in front of Whitebeard was a much different feeling. But he needed to tell him. Not just because it was protocol, but because Whitebeard was one of the few men Ace respected in this world. He deserved to know.

“We’re dating.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at either of your faces when he spoke the words. He didn’t want to see his initial reaction, and he didn’t want to see your wrath. 

Whitebeard sent you out immediately, which was probably the best outcome. Ace could probably handle one angry Newgate. But there was no way he’d survive two of you angry at him. 

Ace could feel Whitebeard’s eyes on him, but he refused to look back. He was afraid of the disappointment he’d see if he looked. 

He stared at his feet instead. “I like her quite a lot, Pops. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Ace. Son. Look at me.” 

Ace looked up, and was shocked to find Whitebeard staring at him with a glimmer in his eye. He looked…proud? No, that couldn’t be. Ace was so certain that he would only be met with pushback and disgrace. 

“I told you when she first got here,” Whitebeard smiled. “My daughter makes her own decisions. She’s old enough to do that, and I’ll respect whatever decisions she makes.”

Ace couldn’t find the words he wanted to express. A part of him wanted to cry. A part of him wanted to ask a hundred questions. 

“I’ll never hurt her,” Ace swore. “I’ll always protect her, I swear.”

Whitebeard chuckled. “You can’t promise both of those things in the same breath, son. So be careful with your words. Because she will hold you to them. She never forgets a promise. So don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“Yes sir,” Ace said, silently cursing himself for promising such grandiose things. “I will keep that in mind.”

“There’s one thing I’d like you to avoid mentioning to her, though. Just for the time being.”

“Of course, Pops! Anything!”

Whitebeard hummed and scratched at his mustache. It was clear he didn’t like what he was about to request, but it had to be done. 

“Don’t tell her about the circumstances around your birth.”

Ace blinked. He was about to respond, but Whitebeard continued. “If it comes up naturally, you can tell her about it. But don’t tell her unless she asks.”

“Sure, Pops,” Ace said. A piece of him was relieved he had a reason to keep that information from you. He knew you didn’t like Roger much, and he didn’t want your opinion of him scarred by his father’s legacy. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s dangerous for anyone who knows of your heritage. And the more people who know, the more likely it is to get to the Navy. I trust my daughter of course, but I’d rather not put her at an unnecessary risk.”

“Of course,” Ace agreed. “That’s the last thing I want. I just want her safe. And I promise to do everything in my power to keep her from harm."

Whitebeard nodded. “Very well. Now, if we could go over the mission, I’d like a full report of last night.”

Ace’s brow knitted in confusion, and he glanced back at the door. “Is that really all? You don’t want to-”

“I told you, son. I trust my daughter. Whatever decisions she’s making, she’s thought of every possibility and every outcome. I’m not going to question my best strategist about her personal life.” Whitebeard let out a laugh. “But she does tend to fabricate awkward events, and she does it very well. Which is why she’s waiting on the deck and you’re in here. So, a full report of last night.”

Ace suddenly realized what a full report would mean. His cheeks began to burn, and Whitebeard let out a roaring laugh. “See, Ace? I knew you were the right man for the job. Let’s hear it.”

The only thing that got Ace through that report was the thought of you on the other side of the door, and the embrace he could finally give you once he got out. 

--

Months went by, and you and Ace got closer every second you were together. You moved in with him in less than a month, having your own dresser and your own decorations sprinkled throughout the room soon after. He helped you hang up the flowers he had handcrafted for you, which felt like a lifetime ago, and he cleared off his desk so you had a place to work. 

The two of you got a cat, and though Jinx didn’t take much of a liking to you, the three of you were your own little strange form of a family. The Whitebeard Pirates were still his family of course, but you and Jinx were the family he had chosen to be his. The family he cared for so deeply, the people he could never bear to lose. He hated being away from you, and he never got tired of you being around. Where others found you brash and intense, he found you endearing and confident. 

--

You were in the crow’s nest, staring at the night sky when he realized it. 

“I love you.”

You blinked, unsure if you had heard him correctly. You turned your head to face him, but he was still staring at the stars. 

“Me?”

Ace gave a soft chuckle and then turned his head to look at you. His dark eyes reflected the stars shining above you, and you swore you could see the universe in his eyes.

“Who else would I be talking to?”

“You love me?”

A smile danced across his lips. “I love you.”

You scowled at him. “No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Ace-“

“I know it’s love because I think about you all the time. Every time I see you, I smile and I swear my heart feels like it’s going to burst. The moment you leave I already start to miss you. When you wake up before me and slip out of bed to get coffee, I wake up in a panic, thinking you were just a dream. Because I swear you’re too good to be real. I love you because you’re the one person who I know I can always go to, no matter what, and I know you’ll help me in the way I need. Even if I don’t know how to help myself, you know how to because you know me.”

“Oh.” He had given a pretty solid argument, but you had felt all those things too. You had never felt them with anyone else, though. Just Ace. 

Sometimes, you missed him so much your chest hurt. He was always the first person you searched for in a room. He was the person you looked to when you laughed, the person you wanted to always be near. 

“I love you too, I think.” 

Ace laughed. “You think?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before.” His confession had been so poetic. Yours felt embarrassingly weak as a follow-up. 

“Me neither,” Ace admitted. “That’s how I know.”

If that was the case, his words made you certain now. Your heart quickened at the thought of confessing. You had already done it once, but the words held more weight now that you knew. 

Your fingers found his, quickly interlacing with one another. You took a deep breath, still staring into his starry eyes. 

“Then yeah, I love you. Because nobody has ever made me feel quite so happy with life as you do, Portgas D. Ace. Nobody has ever made me smile so early in the morning, or made me excited to go to bed. Nobody has ever made my life so infinitely better that I think I would probably die without them. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. Nobody but you.”

You would die for him. And you knew he would do the same. It wasn’t fair, but it was the way you were now. Every decision you made was to keep him alive. And every decision he made was to do the same for you. 

But in a pirate world, death was always around the corner. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. And every time you thought about the possibility of him being caught or killed, it made you physically nauseous. 

Little did you know, that possibility would become a reality much sooner than either of you could have ever expected. 

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Pizza Rolls

Modern! Ace x Gn! Reader 

Synopsis: Having a model boyfriend is great, until you realise that he doesn’t play about his off days, or how badly he wants to ‘eat’ you. 

Set to the song sweater weather

The warmth of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. You stir slightly, blinking against the light, only to feel strong, familiar arms wrapped securely around your waist. A slow, sleepy smile tugs at your lips as you press back into the embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of Ace’s chest against your back.

His grip tightens slightly, a lazy squeeze at your hip that sends a ripple of comfort through your body. Turning over, you’re immediately met with his face—his warm eyes bright despite the lingering traces of exhaustion from his flight. His lips curl into a grin, mischievous and adoring all at once, as he watches you wake up.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, voice still laced with sleep, fingers ghosting over your spine.

You chuckle, stretching out as you press your forehead against his, savoring the quiet hum of the moment. After a few blissful minutes, you both finally decide to get up, peeling back the covers with sluggish movements. He helps you strip the sheets from the bed, his toned arms flexing as he tugs at the fabric. And then, with a smirk, he tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it into the growing laundry pile.

You let out an appreciative whistle, eyes raking over his sculpted torso. 

His laughter is rich, filled with the kind of ease that only comes from being home, from being with you. You step closer, placing your palms against the warmth of his abs, fingers tracing the hard lines like you’re committing them to memory all over again. He grins down at you before leaning in, kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—his love mapped across your skin with every press of his lips.

You giggle, brushing your own kisses against his jaw before peeling your own top off, leaving you in just your little high-waisted shorts. His hands immediately find your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin like he’s trying to ground himself in the moment. You return the favor by tugging at the waistband of his shorts, shaking out the pockets before tossing them into the wash with yours.

Now, the two of you are dashing through the house, all bare skin and laughter, the golden glow of the afternoon painting you in warmth. It’s playful and wild, the kind of love that exists in unguarded moments. Ace suddenly catches you from behind, his arms snaking around your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, pressing a kiss to your neck before tumbling onto the couch with you still in his arms.

You yelp before laughing breathlessly, landing sprawled across him, your head tucked against his chest. His warmth seeps into you, familiar and soothing, but the AC hums in the background, making you shiver slightly in contrast. Ace notices immediately, eyes glinting as he shifts. He reaches for the abandoned sweater from last night’s laundry pile, tugging it over his head.

You tsk, knowing exactly what he’s doing before he even smirks at you.

He shifts again, pressing you closer, his hands slipping into the oversized sleeves before linking his fingers through yours. Your hands are caught in the fabric, and before you can protest, he’s tugging you chest-to-chest with him, his ever-warm hands smoothing over your back.

‘Better?’ his eyes murmured, voice hushed and fond.

You hum in contentment, nodding against him. But just as you’re about to relax fully, he brings your captured hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before sinking his teeth playfully into your skin. You squeal, jerking slightly, but he just chuckles, pulling you in even closer. 

‘Missed you,’ his cheek murmured against your wrist, voice carrying that soft, intimate weight—the kind you only recognize when you’ve lived it, when you’ve had love wrap around you like a second skin. You press a kiss to his collarbone, letting your smile bloom against his skin. 

‘Missed you too, Ace.’

His beauty always manages to take your breath away. 

Those freckles, his skin, warm eyes, cheekbones, nose, his goofiness, soul—

Just all for you. 

He doesn’t mind if there isn’t much to say in these moments because the silence allows his mind to drift off to other places, guiding him so far away to a future where he could see you both united forever, never having to worry about other people. Not that you should ever fear someone taking him away from you—he’d always return to you. 

Goosebumps start to raise on his arms after imagining that, a life married to you, and the minute his left hand meets your waist, you stop playing with his fingers before turning to him as he watches your face.

Using his right hand, Ace pokes your cheek, and you stick your tongue out at him. You go back and forth like that, teasing and testing each other, before you bite his finger playfully, swiping at it with your tongue, loving the taste. A delighted warmth spreads in your chest as you tug him closer, squeezing him so tight he’s momentarily breathless and shocked before melting into you. 

Your hearts adore each other, both beating harder for the other. Outside, you hear a crack of thunder, and then it starts to pour. But here inside, it’s safe and warm. The rain comes down harshly, but neither of you bothers to peek through the curtains to see it—you’ve got your sunshine right here.

Wrapped up in each other, the storm outside is nothing more than a distant hum. Here, in the quiet comfort of your love, you are home.

One love, two mouths, one house—no shirt, no blouse, just the two of you. There’s nothing Ace wouldn’t want to tell you. That’s why he’s here. You shiver slightly and lean in closer to your boyfriend, letting your full weight rest against him. He accepts it easily, happiness swelling in his chest in a way he could only describe with a loud whooping noise. But then he notices the living room is too cold for you now. 

With shocking ease—those abs aren’t just for show—he picks you up like a little koala and takes you into the kitchen, where the warm glow of the oven greets you. The scent of pizza rolls drifts in the air, the timer still counting down.

But Ace doesn’t sit you down on the cold counter. Instead, he just holds you, his strong arms keeping you securely against him as you both wait. You tangle your fingers in his raven hair with one hand, and he holds your left hand within the hole of his sweater, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

After a moment, he raises one leg to balance you better, his warmth bleeding into your skin. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he tugs the bottom of his sweater over your head, pulling you flush against him, skin to skin. Heat blooms between you, soft and encompassing, your face now hidden in the crook of his neck as he holds you even closer. 

The storm rages outside, but inside, in his arms, it is nothing but peace.

The timer dings, pulling you both from your warmth-induced daze. You wiggle slightly in his grasp, signaling you want to be let down, and he groans, reluctant to part with you. With a heavy sigh, he finally sets you down, only to wrap himself around you from behind once more. You giggle, reaching for a bowl and handing it to him before gathering your favorite sauces. He grabs a spatula, expertly scooping the pizza rolls into the bowl, his warmth still lingering against your back.

Just as you’re about to turn, you feel a playful tap on your butt, and you squeak, spinning around to swat at his asscheek. Ace smirks, eyes twinkling as he feigns offense before leaning down to steal a quick peck on your nose. You roll your eyes, grabbing drinks and snacks—though he only lets you carry the sauces, ever the dutiful boyfriend. With laughter spilling between you, you both retreat back to your shared bedroom, the air buzzing with warmth and playfulness.

You kick the door of your bedroom in and flick the lamp on to avoid the blinding overhead light. Ace follows, looking like a certain chef friend as he sets the food down gently on the bed before tugging you into his lap. 

The warmth between you both was something beyond physical, beyond the heat of fresh pizza rolls or the soft cocoon of blankets surrounding you guys. It was in the way Ace looked at you—like you are his whole world, the only thing that ever made sense no matter where he was or how many places he’d traveled. The way his freckles caught the dim glow of the bedside lamp, how his messy hair framed his face, made him look boyish, even as his strong arms hold  you close, safe.

You both sit cross-legged on the bare mattress, tangled up in each other, sharing the bowl of pizza rolls. It wasn’t some extravagant meal, but at this moment, it felt like a feast. You reached for one at the same time, and Ace smirked, effortlessly snatching it first, popping half into your mouth before you could complain. His thumb brushed your lower lip, lingering for a second too long, and just when you thought he’d lean in for a sweet kiss, he suddenly nipped at your cheek.

You gasped, nearly choking on your half-chewed bite as he pulled back with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. His chuckle was deep, warm, wrapping around you like the very sweater you were snuggled into. You swallowed quickly, giving him a playful glare, but before you could say anything, he picked up another pizza roll and held it to your lips. You parted them, hoping for a normal bite this time—only for Ace to bite into the other half at the same time. His mouth brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that sent warmth to instantly pool in your tummy.

The second you finished chewing, he tackled you backward, the bowl safely abandoned as he hovered over you, pinning you to the mattress with the sheer weight of his affection. His lips ghosted over your skin—your forehead, cheeks, your jaw, down to the hollow of your throat. Slow, deliberate kisses peppered across your collarbones, trailing lower, tracing invisible paths down your chest and over the soft planes of your stomach. 

He wasn’t in a rush, savoring you like the most delicate thing, his most precious treasure. His hands rested on your waist, fingers stroking circles into your skin, capturing you in the moment.

Just as you felt your breath hitch, anticipation tightening in your belly, he grinned against your skin and made his way back up, resting his weight against you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you again, pulling you so close you could feel his heartbeat against yours.

The warmth of Ace’s body against yours was intoxicating, the steady heat of his skin a contrast to the cool air of the room. As you lay there, curled up together, he finally tugged off his oversized sweater, tossing it aside without a care. You let your hands roam over the familiar planes of his back, the strong lines of muscle flexing slightly under your touch. He hummed, amused, before grabbing another pizza roll from the bowl and holding it up to your lips.

You took a bite, savoring the crispy, molten goodness while Ace watched you with a lazy, affectionate grin. The rest of the pizza rolls disappeared between the two of you, eaten in peaceful silence as he spooned you from behind, his arm draped protectively around your waist. The feeling of his body pressed against yours, the slow rise and fall of his chest, made your heart feel like it was floating. His large, calloused hand wandered down, fingertips tracing over your hip, squeezing lightly before sliding down your thigh and back up again in a slow, teasing motion.

Then, without warning—his teeth found your neck.

You shriek, the sudden sharp nip sending an unexpected jolt through your body. Ace burst into laughter, barely dodging your flailing hands as you twisted in his arms, determined to get revenge. Your fingers found his sides, and the instant you pressed against them, his entire body jolted.

“No—wait!—”

It works.

The mighty Portgas D. Ace, fearless top model and menace of your heart, was ticklish.

His laughter erupted from his chest as he squirmed, trying to grab your wrists, but you were too quick, slipping from his grasp and bolting off the bed. You ran, breathless and giggling, through the halls, Ace hot on your heels. The sound of his footsteps pounding behind you sent a thrill up your spine, the playful chase making your heart race.

But then—your foot hit something.

The world tilted, and you stumbled, landing with an unceremonious,”Ooof!” into the laundry pile.

Ace was on you in an instant, crouching in front of you, his hands on your knees as he scanned your face with worry. “Hey, you okay?” he almost asked—but before the words left his lips, your hand brushed against something hard in the pile.

You looked down.

A small, black box.

Your heart stuttered. Slowly, you picked it up, turning it over in your fingers, the weight of it settling heavily in your palm. You looked up at Ace, confused, and were met with the rare sight of him completely, utterly red.

From his ears down to his shoulders, his usual confidence had crumbled into a mess of nerves.

He doesn’t say a word.

You swallow, the realization dawning on you, and with a teasing smile, you break the silence.

“I guess this was for after the pizza rolls?”

Ace blinks. Once. Twice. Then, with a choked laugh, he nods—before lunging at you, knocking you back into the pile of laundry as his lips crashed into yours.

This kiss was different. It was everything—every ounce of love, devotion, and promise he’d been carrying, poured into you in a way that left you breathless. His hands found your face, holding you as if you were something sacred, something he never wanted to lose. Because he doesn’t. 

And just like that nothing else matters.

You have everything you need right here.

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside, you were warm, wrapped in the only person that had ever truly felt like home—

Ace.

@1chaerry, Pizza rolls are in the oven my love!

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boy next door.

sanji x f.reader

05. PRAYING FOR MY DOWNFALL

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- nami isn't really against the idea of yn and sanji dating, she simply wants to avoid yn getting hurt/them going to fast and loosing the spark too soon because of it.

- Sanji is definitely going to put the seafood risotto back on the menu just to get on yn's good side. he just has to think of more seafood dishes so it will be profitable to buy seafood.

- when yn teased him about knowing when she went to the restaurant, Sanji almost panicked thinking he had fucked up.

- zoro likes to mess with sanji, but he's happy he's moving on after his last ex made a mess out of him.

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tumblr praying for my downfall like Zoro for Sanji's. the amount of times I had to fix this chapter cause tumblr kept acting up is crazy. first, it posted it when I was trying to save the draft, and there was one pic missing on top of that. then, I delete the post and start a new one, but every time I finish editing the post and add the "read more" thing the whole thing just gets messy and the pics get all over the post. let's hope this time it works.

also I'm gonna be honest, I wrote and rewrote this chapter a couple of times. originally he was gonna ask her out, but considering they've started talking very recently I thought it would be too soon. so yeah.

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[sanjisleggy]

the siren and the sun (portgas d. ace x reader) [pt6]

a/n: this was truly a test in writing fear and grief :D do let me know if i succeeded or failed

contents: graphic descriptions of bodily wounds and assault bc good times never last :’)

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part 5

drip.

drip.

drip.

thump.

you aren’t initially alerted by the noise, still bleary-eyed from sleep as you leave your room, on the move to the galley solely due to the dryness of your throat. Ace had been stirred awake by you wriggling yourself free from underneath him just a minute ago.

“don’t go…” he’d slurred, long fingers grasping weaky at your shorts. you told him you were too thirsty to fall back asleep and that you’d be back before he knew it. now, as you make your way to the open deck, you wish you’d listened to him.

on the ground lays a limp body surrounded by a pool of thick, red blood. the life-sustaining substance seeping into the very grooves of the same wooden planks you’ve stepped on every day for nearly three years now. your blood runs cold when you recognise that signature hairstyle.

Thatch…?

his skin is deathly pale and his body completely unmoving as he lays face-up on the floor. even through the darkness of the night, you can see faint bruises forming on the exposed parts of his skin and the countless gaping wounds decorating his torso. the one in his chest is so large you swear you catch a glimpse of his ribs. his cold lifeless eyes are blasted wide open as a lone knife lays near his feet, drenched in blood.

“Thatch…?” you murmur, the name slips past your lips but you’re suddenly so breathless it barely comes out as a sound. “Thatch?”

he doesn’t respond.

a handful of seconds stretch into an infinite number of years as an unimaginably cold feeling washes over your entire body and goosebumps ripple over every inch of skin. you feel yourself begin to sweat in spite of the frigid night air as your lips part to make way for a cry for help.

but before any sound comes out, a loud bang reverberates through your head just a split second before you feel something hard collide with the back of your skull. the impact knocks the wind straight out of your lungs as you fall to your knees. unable to get your bearings in time, you feel yourself get flipped over as effortlessly as one would do with a ragdoll before your assailant slams your head against the deck as one large hand covers your mouth while the other clutches your throat.

you flail your arms and legs as panic sinks into your very bones, your eyes burning with tears not only from grief but also fear. your vision begins to blur at the edges as the grip around your esophagus tightens slowly but surely and though you try your best to make out the face of your attacker, it’s only when he speaks do you fully realise who it is.

“it’s nothin’ personal, kid,” Teach whispers as he pins you underneath him. “yer just at the wrong place at the wrong time… but now that i think about it… we wouldn’t be ‘ere if ya just gave me the Fruit, would we?”

it was during a recon mission with Ace when you found the Devil Fruit. it had been sitting so innocently on the ground–partially hidden by blades of grass–that you nearly missed it entirely had it not been for its distinct colour.

word that you’d found a new Devil Fruit spread across the Moby Dick like a hungry blaze the moment you stepped foot on deck with it cradled in your arms. while many either congratulated you or joked lightheartedly about how unfair it was that you’d found two, others were inclined to give bartering a shot, seeing as you “couldn’t eat this one anyway.”

as much as you were tempted by their offers of taking up your night shift for the rest of your life or being your personal bodyguard–Ace in particular had a big problem with that one–you quickly decided it would simply be a gift.

“i can’t just give it to anyone,” you replied with a laugh when Teach asked if you could perhaps give it to him. “it’ll have to be for someone special. it could potentially be so life-changing, y’know?”

he agreed and didn’t push any further.

Teach grins down at you when he catches how your eyes widen at the revelation.

“that’s right, girly,” he sneers almost gleefully, “you got Thatch killed, didn’t ya? ya wanted so badly to make it some sentimental present but instead ya doomed him the moment you gave him the Fruit.” 

you try to shake your head as the sheer overwhelming grief at the accusation wracks your brain while your lungs continue to fight for air that’s so painfully out of reach. fresh, hot tears gather at your eyes even faster than before as you fight to stay awake against all odds.

“if ya just gave it to me like i asked,” Teach leans down closer to your face, pinning you even harder against the cold wooden floor, “i wouldn’t even have thought of killin’ ‘im.”

“are you sure, (Y/N)?” the head chef asked, eyes widened almost comically at the sight of the Fruit sitting in your hands as you offered it to him. “i don’t feel like i deserve something so special,” he admitted as he scratched the back of his head.

“don’t be silly,” you replied, shoving it into his hands. “you take such good care of all of Pops and all of us. i know you’ve always been interested in having Devil Fruit powers yourself so here’s your chance.”

“thank you, (Y/N). truly.” Thatch pulled you into a tight hug, nearly squishing the Fruit in between your bodies. “i’m touched you think so highly of me.”

“of course i do… and now you won’t have to be jealous of Marco, Ace and me anymore either!”

“hey now.” he pulled away with a smile on his face before he reached out to pinch your nose lightly–a gesture he adopted soon after you first joined the crew. “don’t say the truth so loud.”

“take one last look, (Y/N).” Teach jerks your head abruptly to the right so that Thatch’s body is in plain view. “this is my farewell gift to ya before i go.” although your vision is blurred by the never ending stream of tears, his bloodied face flashes across your eyes as clear as day. 

Thatch… i’m so, so sorry.

“tell Whitebeard this is what’ll happen to his precious family if anyone comes after me, got it? that’s if ya live, ‘course.” Teach lifts your head off the ground just to slam it back down against the deck.

once. 

twice.

after the third time, you feel something warm seeping into your hair. it’s only when he lets you go do you realise you’re not lying in a pool of your own blood.

gasping desperately for air, you choke and writhe as every breath sends an unbearably sharp pain down your throat and through your skull. your vision blurs in and out of focus as you feel as if the world is spinning on its axis. you slump onto your side, the warm wetness of your blood staining your cheek as you stare straight ahead at your friend’s body.

a fresh wave of anguish washes over your entire being and, against all common sense, you begin to inch closer to Thatch, your bruised muscles screaming at you to stop. broken sobs force their way out of your crushed esophagus and you nearly pass out from the physical agony alone.

“please…” you croak, “please, Thatch… wake up.” unable to move any more, your body slumps uselessly as you lay on your side, just an arm’s length away from Thatch’s body.

“wake up…” you babble repeatedly as the realisation that he’s truly, actually dead because of you begins to fully sink in. “wake up. wake up. wake up.”

in midst of your grief, you fail to notice the familiar numbing, tingling sensation from your Devil Fruit ability blooms across your tongue.

“wake up… please, you can’t be dead… wake up!” you raise your volume with every syllable, as if death was simply something you can startle someone awake from. 

before you know it, you start screaming.

“wake up w̸a̷k̴e̶ ̵u̶p̵ ̸ẁ̸̧a̷̙̓k̶̹̓e̴͎̎ ̴̢̅u̸̡̕p̷͍̊ ̴̰̀W̸̬̾͑A̶͜͝Ḵ̷̯̌͆Ę̶̺̊͠ ̶͙̪̀Ṷ̵̀͗P̶̦̓͝ NOW”

a searing pain rips through your throat as you begin to cough up blood. a loud ringing noise reverberates through your brain and you nearly begin to choke on air from how sudden the sensation hits you. you’re used to your Devil Fruit ability wearing down your throat but never like this.

thump.

Thatch’s dead body jolts for a split second before it contorts almost violently as he sucks in desperate sips of air through gritted teeth, pausing only when his head turns and his bloodshot eyes meet yours.

“Thatch…?” you whisper hoarsely as a deathly chill runs down your spine. 

tears begin to well up in his eyes as he struggles to move his arm, barely shifting it enough so that his cold hand brushes against the tip of your nose. Thatch attempts to say something, his bloodstained lips shivering as they open and close. “... (Y/N)...” is all he manages before the light leaves his eyes once more.

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[yoyomomiko]

This is so cuteeee 😭

Zoro with a younger girl who is like his little sister who has been beside him for years headcannons plsss and maybe his reaction to her x luffy?

Miss Roronoa

Zoro with a Lil sister headcannons

Zoro x younger sister! Reader

Reader x Luffy

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❥ First and foremost, like almost all older brothers, Zoro would be protective of his lil sister.

Anywhere she wants to go off the ship, he's coming along with. Not because he doubts she could take care of herself but because, and I quote, "I don't want you getting lost or something." To which he'd get a 'Thats some bs' look from not only you but from anyone nearby who heard.

❥ Ussop and Nami side-eyeing from the side.

❥ Before the both of you joined the crew you'd work as sort of the nurse whenever he'd get injured in a fight or even during training, even when you were little kids. So ofcourse he'd pay back the favour by teaching you how to fight too -mainly because he doesn't want you getting picked on by other kids and also as a form of bullying you himself.

"C'mon, pick up the sword and fight me!"

"Why don't you drop the other two swords and we can have a fair fight?"

He'd just stare at you, mind piecing together a heinous plan. His grin widening into an evil one.

"What if I give you a little tap then?"

"MOOMMM! ZORO'S TRYING TO FIGHT ME AGAIN!"

❥ Remember that interview he had when he was asked how he lived before joining the crew? Where he'd say he'd kill the sea king and eat it whole. He'd give you a tiny portion of the share. Just to tease you. "You didn't kill it so you don't decide how much you'll get." Meanwhile he placed another larger portion when you're not looking.

❥He wouldn't say "I love you." to you. Brothers don't usually do that. He'd probably laugh at you when you do something dumb or fall over and if cameras were around at that time, he'd take a picture before helping you up

Or say something like:

"Tell me if someone's bothering you. I'll handle them."

❥ Siblings look the same one way or another. So let's just say one of the many things that shouts out that you two are related is your green hair. People who've heard rumours are already scared enough of the name Roronoa Zoro but they tremble even more when they find out he has a sister just as dangerous. Maybe even more.

❥ Sanji. Just that would be a whole case for Zoro.

Sanji treats you like a princess as he does for all women. But the moment Zoro even comes to his line of vision he's a certified hater.

"You're always so beautiful!!" ♡(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)♡

"Thank you Sanji, you're beautiful too." (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

"I did not just hear you call that Cook "beautiful"" (ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ)

"You say "Cook" like it's a slur."

❥ And Finally like most brothers, he definitely disapproves of any xy chromosome.

When you were still little, he'd chase off any boy who even dared to look at you romantically. Maybe even glare at anyone who went inside your personal space. It wouldn't be in an overbearing way; he'd understand that you wanna live your life.

So when he could see something brew between you and his captain, he was cautious. Don't get it wrong, Luffy is his friend and captain, he'd trust the rubbery man with his life. But you're his sister and he'll still look out for you. Maybe knock some sense into Luffy about some things just in case.

''Luffy.''

''Yeah, Zoro?''

''Hurt her and I'll-''

''Wouldn't dream of it.''

❥ Sanji would be sulking in the corner, tissues and tears at the fact that Luffy got a girlfriend before him.

[haerenven]

YO. I’m working on three shots for three different characters, I swear if I didn’t see a lot of comments and a lot of support I’ll d!e

[4rticbolt]

Sleepy Stalls |Master-list|

Trafalgar Law x !GN!Reader, Fluff, Crack, soft!law, unironically sweet, head-cannons, reader is a mechanic here, overprotective!law because secretly he cares too much, stubborn reader, comfort.

The Heart-Pirate Captain with an s/o who struggles with sleep...

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1st of all, this is insomniac central. Law cannonly has nightmares, so you could definitely infer he struggles with sleep himself. Most likely kept up by whatever's gearing through his mind.

So he'd be incredibly understanding with you.

Law's the type to put you before himself. So no matter how tired he was he'd always check up on you. Whether you're working in the engine room, eating lunch, or relaxing in your room--he'd quietly seek you out. He was keen, and he would be very observant of your habits.

The surgeon wouldn't be overly concerned--but he would worry. You're his precious crew-mate, and lover, so he's over-protective. Not in an annoying way, but selflessly.

And since Law is a doctor he would have a lot of sleep-aid, from herbal properties to medication--he'd give you anything that you needed. Even if he doesn't himself, overall a hypocrite in the process--so he'd act nonchalant and impassive about it. But deep down it'd really get to him.

Though, knowing the masks he upholds, Law would 100% have chill out time with you in his office. His presence soothed your restlessness much like his own, so be prepared to snooze off in each other's arms or space. If you'd cuddled him or sat close by, he'd be out like a light, leaving his head to gently bonk against your shoulder or thigh.

You wouldn't expect him to be the clingy type, but if you're there--he'd prefer you much closer.

He would find comfort in your pulse, especially when you're asleep. As it wasn't often you were. Law would take in your form and put his finger's to your wrist, slowly nodding off as the slow thump..thump, thrummed against the pads of his fingers. His touch would be uncharastically gentle, and unnoticeable, just another calm gesture to his line of attributes.

If you ever had a bad night he wouldn't push you to talk about it, but he'd offer his presence to let you rant if you wanted to. Law just wanted you to know he'd be there. And that no matter what he'd never take it as a burden if you'd relied on him or asked for a break--which was ultimately needed for the both of you.

Law isn't officially 'cold' or 'uncaring' when comforting you, he's just an awkward dude who isn't the best at it... but he is an amazing listener. He would stick close and let you recline, gently running his hands through your hair.

However, if you'd ever been stubborn about your sleep, he'd meet your pettiness with his own. He'd scold and lecture, but it was never meant harmfully, he was only frustrated that he couldn't solve your issue faster.

Law would never make you feel bad or ashamed about it, because it's not always your fault. There could be thousands of things wrong, but he wasn't going to let himself be one of them. He wouldn't bullshit you, and it might come off rather blunt, but he just wanted to get straight to the point. He didn't want you getting hurt, not on his watch, or in general.

"____-ya, I don't need my star mechanic running on nothing. Nor' do I need you passing out on my sub. You're tired, and you can't even pull through a shift in Nav. I need yo--If something happens I need you, I'm not losing you because of your recklessness. So just take it easy. Alright? You're on rest for the day, and that's final, don't make me babysit you. I trust you that I don't already have to."

Despite his lectures and 'harsh' words, they were true. But of course you felt the need to prove yourself...leaving you to fall asleep on the floor as you'd been trying to clean up. Law found you covered in oil and dirt--pathetically snoozing off on the engine floor.

His gaze softened, but he was frustrated. Law knew you were doing your best. Trying to prove yourself, even if you didn't need to. Because you already had, to him and the crew, your skills far surpassed their own, and he'd been immensely grateful for you.

Law would carefully pick you up, bringing you to his office as he'd wiped your grime covered hands and face with a warm cloth, taking off your shoes as he'd tucked you into his couch. Watching you with tender eyes as he always did, ending up into another lecture when you'd woke up. But you'd been used to it by now.

Your captain had always been adamant about your health, no matter your argument or overwhelmed nature--you were one of his top priorities. Not in a tasking way, maybe at times--but he was just an awkward idiot showing his care for you.

. . .

Though no matter your difficulty or his own, he'd stick up for you. Your atrocious schedule had been acknowledged by the crew, which initiated light-hearted teasing. They'd seen you variously asleep across the sub, in the most awkward positions and places, along with the bags under your eyes. Everyone knew you'd been trying to do it alone, especially since your room was closest to the engine room--dealing with valve tweaks and motor-issues. You hadn't thought twice about the conversation. It'd simply flown over your head beside your captain's.

Shachi had used his dark humor, joking about putting night-aid in your drink so you'd to finally get some well-earned rest...

The joke seemed a little far-fetched, but it wasn't meant weirdly. It was...in a way of concern, because he knew you were stubborn. And Shachi had wanted you to get proper rest...though it wasn't the smartest thing to say. Especially with your captain in the room.

The comment created laughter, despite the cold angry glint in your lover's eyes. A dangerous feeling was directed towards Shachi, and he paled, hiding behind his greatest weakness. Using you as a shield.

It seemed Law hadn't taken the joke like everyone else, he'd taken it literally.

"Yeah, you go ahead and do that and you'll find a shit ton of laxatives in your coffee." he threatened, pointing his fork at his subordinate.

"Woah--haha, only joking Cap!" He laughed, hitting your back, knocking you forward slightly. "Right ____? All fun here, I'd never," he continued, patting your shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, only jokes..." you said absentmindedly, withholding a mouthful of food.

Law only deadpanned, rolling his eyes at your clueless expression before laying off. This man does NOT play around with you, no matter the joke or tease.

[pampushky]

Foot of the Gallows

trafalgar d. water law/reader - chapter 6 - 2.3k

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6.) willow's tears

the concentrated syrup made from the sap of a swamp willow. to wound these trees is considered treason, so every drop of this substance is precious, and harvested when the rare occasion arrises that one must be cut down, or when one has fallen in a storm. the fully processed syrup is potent, and is known for helping wounds heal faster, as well as warding off infection.

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It’s ungodly awkward for a day. You’re making tea in the kitchen and ignoring Law as he shuffles through the living room. Oddly enough, he has a box with him, and as he sets it on the low table in front of the couch, you realize that he’s placing things along the shelves and on the plant tables in front of the windows. Little idols, you think at first and don’t really care. It’s only as you’re watering some of the plants that you get a closer look at them. 

They’re idols, yes, but of a story that Law had always adored. You remember him constantly babbling about it. A kingdom with five children who worked as mercenaries by night and royals by day. You’d always thought it was silly, but never told him that, just happy to let him talk about it whenever he wanted, because it made him so happy. 

Gertrude lifts one of the little idols carefully when you put it down, as if your own careful look at it wasn’t enough. Some of their leaves rustle, as if they’re disgusted. You have a few idols— the Earth Mother, Grandfather Rivers, the Lady Lake. All tied to your practice and worship, the same of your family. All deities you whisper prayers to as you hike to gather your herbs and mushrooms. 

“Why is Gertrude lifting up my figurines?”

Law’s voice makes you jump, and you swing around to look at him, your watering can nearly tumbling from your hands. Law is wearing one of his new tunics, the yellow hooded one with embroidered details in black thread…. Predominantly one with Corazon’s personal crest across the chest. 

“We’re just… looking at them.” You mumble, eyes fixed on the crest. The circle with the toothy grin and simple black dots for eyes and a nose.

“My eyes are up here.” Law covers his chest, scowling at you, making the crest wrinkle, now looking distorted. “Looking at my tits,”

“Fuck off, you don’t have any.”

“I resent that, because I worked quite hard to get them!” Law then looks at the pothos plant that has quickly become his nemesis. “Don’t you dare, you overgrown weed!”

You look over your shoulder and find your beloved plant, wondering what on earth could be making Law so prickly.  Gertrude is still holding a figurine, but rather carelessly. As if threatening to drop it.

“Gertrude, please don’t, I just swept the floors,” you sigh, and hold out your hand for the plant to place it on your palm, which they do, begrudgingly. “Thank you, darling,” 

Law hates how the plant seems to shake, almost smugly. As if rubbing in his face that you’re fond of them, and not him. 

“Brave Warrior of Sora, really?” You tilt your head, examining the figurine. It’s honestly rather beautiful. Well carved and painted, with quite a bit of care put into its making. “And here I thought you’d taken up worship of the gods.”

“Absolutely not,” Law snatches the figurine from your hands, checking it over for any damage. “Bepo brought them over. They’re working on bringing my stuff over, for the room. And to set up a proper practice.”

“You mean just continuing to do the shit that almost got you executed?” 

“Well–no, but—” Law pauses, and looks at the figurine. “Maybe? Okay, don’t give me that look—”

“You’re lucky I don’t punch you,” You take a menacing step forward, and Law steps back, holding the figurine protectively. “Have you learned nothing?!”

“I have learned! I’m not getting caught this time!” Law snaps, and has the audacity to look at you as if this is the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh my gods, I fucking married you,” You throw your hands in the air, before dragging them down your face, “I fucking married you to save your ass because I thought, ‘ Oh! He’s such a good doctor, the people need him and he’s so smart!’ Only for you to go and prove to me how dumb you are!”

“You think I’m a good doctor?” Law blushes, looking at you with wide eyes, holding one of his hands to his chest, almost appreciatively.

“That’s what you gathered, from my shouting?” 

“You also think I’m smart.”

“I’ll kill you with my own hands. Right now.”

“No takebacks, you know that!” Law takes a step back, but he’s grinning as you glare at him. “You complimented me! Twice!”

One menacing step forward. Another step back. Using the figurine to point at you like some sword. You look utterly annoyed with him, hands on your hips, which is when Penguin and Shachi decide to walk in on all of this, both holding boxes in their arms, looking a bit shocked at what they’re witnessing. Gertrude shaking unhappily amidst the entire scene. 

“Should we… give you space?” 

“She called me a good doctor!” Law trumpets proudly, crossing the room to Penguin and Shachi, and taking one of the boxes. “And she thinks I’m smart!”

“That is not what I said!” You snap, and Penguin looks over at you, almost empathetic as if he can relate to the fact that your husband is twisting your words, much like his own does. “You proved to me what a dumbass you were! You’re starting your practice again!”

“What else did you expect him to do?” Shachi frowns, as you turn on your heel to glare at him. The ginger pales a bit, but holds the box he’s still holding tightly to his chest. “Hey— you keep that wild weed of yours away from me!”

“Gertrude,” Law supplies, his voice echoing slightly from his separate room, until he pokes his head out again, grinning. “Their name is Gertrude.”

“Oh, gods, what have you done to him?” Shachi looks rapidly between the two of you, with his eyes wide. “You’re insane. You’ve changed him!”

“Obviously not enough to steer him away from what nearly executed him.” You mumble bitterly and stalk down the stairs. “If he gets arrested, don’t call me! I’m using volatile powders today, and you all need to use the back stairs to move his shit in.” 

So for the next four hours, you only hear the scrape of furniture being moved. Things set onto the ground and the clinking of large bottles being placed together. You twitch. This is not how you wanted to do your work. Your work was important. Volatile powders, however dangerous, were important. A single drop could change the dosage. Make a medicine kick in quicker. But how Law had reacted to the lion’s bane yesterday— it makes you wonder if perhaps your medicines even need the volatile powders. 

The swirling pale yellow of the liquid of the changed state of the powder draws your gaze. Powder was the best way to store willow’s tears. The tears of the empire. Only permitted to be harvested by the Empress herself. The product of treason, if done by human, yet the blessing of the gods when nature deemed it be necessary that some be harvested. 

So you throw in the towel and carefully pack everything away. You can’t focus. There are too many things that are wrong today. So you can’t work as you normally would. 

Why not check on Law if you can't do anything for yourself?

Law has quite a bit more pep in his step as he’s sweeping up the floor of his room. All of his equipment is in order and placed where it feels best. You stand at the doorway, frowning. It almost seems a bit cramped, like he should have more space. 

The bed he’s sleeping on certainly takes up most of the space, pushed into the corner of your former childhood room, exactly where it had been when you still slept there. Sturdy shelves hold volumes upon volumes of medical journals and grimoires, some of which you can see Law’s handwriting on the spines. He’d written those himself, likely with dozens, if not hundreds, of breakthroughs for treatments. 

Your throat tightens, almost sharply, like a wire is wrapped around it, when Law turns back to look at you when he’s done sweeping. He almost looks a bit shy, staring back at you, and holding the broom like a thin, flimsy shield.

“Looks… cramped.” You cough into your hand, trying to wave the tension out of the room, as though it were gathered smoke, thickening in the air until it nearly choked you.

The wire tightens around your neck, mentally making you shudder for a second, a hand fluttering to your neck. Law’s gaze narrows, and he takes another step forward. He drops the broom with a clatter, and the tension around your neck snaps, gone in a second. 

You hadn’t realized your knees had hit the ground. Or that you’d fallen, your palms pressed to the ground as you try to steady your breaths. Law is beside you, one hand on your back and the other on your chest. Make sure you’re breathing. He’s shaking too. Sweating. He looks clammy as he examines you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice has a note of worry. Heavy anxiety. He’s worried about you.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, chest heaving. “It felt like— like a wire. Around my neck.” 

Law stiffens at that. His touch grows a bit tighter on your back and front. Not quite crushing. But enough that you feel yourself tightening, your lungs constricting, as though dozens of razor-sharp wires are wrapped around them. You gasp, the panic already turning your normally so calculated movements uncalculated and random. Like a worm pierced on a hook.

“ Leave her out of this! ” Law’s grip becomes unbearable on your chest. On your back. He’s screaming in your face. Just like he had nine years ago. Looking down at you. “ Doflamingo! ”

You can feel the mud on your skin. In your throat. Sliding down the hollow organ that supplies you with life-giving air. The same organ that helped you take place in your first act of life— a breath inward that was your first wail. Squirming and writhing.

Now you shake. Unable to move. Being screamed at as Law looks into your eyes, holding onto you with his hands on opposite sides of your body. Roaring. A string of spittle connecting the teeth in his mouth.

You see seventeen-year-old Law and twenty-six-year-old Law in the same way as you writhe in pain and simultaneously freeze in place. A baby, a teen, a grown woman in the same body. The wires around your lungs snap as you force yourself to breathe. The mush of your anxiety still clouding the way you’re looking at the world around you.

A strange blond man, far, far from you, collapses, one of his wrists shattered. Pink-shaded glasses crumble from his face. The room around him sounds as though hundreds of strings are being cut. 

The thin, invisible line of wire around your neck forever leaving a perfect circle of red that only seems to enrage Law more. There’s nothing there anymore, except the bleeding circle. It’s such a shallow cut that it likely won’t even scar, as long as it doesn't keep opening. 

Wide, furious eyes look at you. Storm-cloud grey. He’s still screaming at you. Your throat tightens. The mud is sliding past your lips. A new birth, a new first act of life.

“Please stop,” The mud isn’t there. It never was. This seems to snap Law from his furious trance. But it feels like your tears are clearing tracks down your face. The imagined sensation of the dried clumps on your skin are enough to utterly lock down any self-defense. 

A second act of your new life after the rebirth. You sob, collapsing onto Law’s lap, as his chest heaves. You’re terrified of him. You want him to leave and never show his face to you again. Yet you don’t want him to leave again. You never want to be parted from his side. Wanted to make sure his fury was never turned onto you again. 

“Fuck,” Law holds you closer. Both hands on you— one cupping the side of your head as he adjusts you to lay against him. His other hand is on your hip. You can feel his lips against your temple as you stare off into the distance. 

He’s warm. 

“Please,” Your voice is hoarse. As though you’d been screaming for hours upon hours until it bled. “Please don’t scream at me like that.”

“I’m so sorry.” Law’s lips move against your skin. Slightly damp. Or is he crying?

There is a presence at the back of your neck, right where your head and neck join together. Full of regret and something that feels like fire. 

Love. 

“It hurt.” You whisper. Recognizing that you’re disassociating and that nothing will feel real for a few hours. “Like a thread. Tightening.”

“What?” 

“Around my lungs. My—My neck,” You can’t move your hands. But you blink. There’s a texture on the walls you’d never noticed before. The hidden, slightly-raised texture of a deer that your mother had painted for you is barely visible under the dark green you’d repainted it when you were sixteen. A year after Law had hurt you. 

Law’s hold on you tightens. 

“We— we need to talk.” His whispers. The dampness on your temple grows. It’s tears, you realize. “This is all my fault. The wires, I mean. I…. I owe you an explanation. For the past nine years.”

He’s not sure if you’ve heard him. But he’ll make it up to you, somehow. 

[grandline-fics]

Law Single red rose pleaaaase!!! 💕💕

DESCRIPTION: Single Red Rose- When your date goes wrong, they come to your rescue

WARNINGS:  none

CHARACTERS: Law

WORDS: 984

A/N: Part of the Valentines Day Event! There's already so many requests so thank you all so much for the positive response so far. Thank you @obsessivemuch for being the first request and I hope that this is to your liking.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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The atmosphere in the island was warm and friendly, civilians held no fear of the Heart Pirates at all. From the moment they surfaced the Polar Tang and all through the day as they gathered supplies and stretched their limbs while enjoying the fresh summer air and sun that they’d greatly missed while traveling under water. Taking advantage of the hospitality of the island and its inhabitants, with there still being so much the crew had yet to see and do, they begged Law to stay an extra couple days. Trying to remain firm, Law told them they would only stay on land for the night and in the morning everyone would be allowed the day to explore or shop, using the time as they saw fit but he wouldn’t allow any longer to distract them from their journey. With bellies filled with delicious food and now everyone enjoying drinks, Law felt himself relax in his seat just happy to sit back and talk with the others while still observing his surroundings. 

As he drank slowly his eyes fell onto the table you were sat at. At first he didn’t know why a table with what was obviously a random couple having a date would capture his attention but then he realised what it was. Your body language just radiated tension. Not a shy nervousness that would show in the beginning of a relationship, or a tense anticipation that you were expecting something like a proposal. Your whole body was tense with restrained annoyance. As Law finished his drink he caught you glancing towards the clock on the wall while forcing yourself to give your date a polite nod in response to whatever it was he was saying. You were trying to gauge when you could bail on this date without seeming like the bad guy. From the way your foot idly bounced under the table when the date laughed at his own joke, it was clear you were reaching the end of your patience. Poor you, but it wasn’t his problem.

Law rose and walked to the bar to get a new drink. While he waited for it to be served he couldn't help but have his attention slowly drift back to your shipwreck of a date. From this angle he now had a clear view of your face and now he couldn’t look away, immediately drawn further into observing the interaction you were having with your date. Law watched as you opened your mouth, actually excited for the first time that he’d seen to say something in response only for your date to talk over you. Immediately your bright eyes sharpened and cooled, your jaw tightening and fingers curling into a fist against the table. Honestly, what kind of idiot had you agreed to go out with that couldn’t even pick up on your unhappiness? Were they that self-absorbed? 

His own dark gold eyes watched as your date got up from the table and headed for the restroom, Law didn’t miss the disappointment in your eyes to see he wasn’t going for the exit and smirked. Grabbing his drink he approached your table and came to a stop in front of you. You blinked and for a moment thought your date had unfortunately returned faster than you’d hoped, only to blink in surprise to see who was now in front of you. You’d heard pirates had arrived and you were familiar with this man’s face after having seen it in the papers more than enough times. You wondered if he knew that the photos and posters did not do his attractiveness justice. Deciding this intrusion was a lot more exciting than the torture that was your date you smiled at Law. “Can I help you?”

“Now that’s not fair, that was going to be my line.” Law told you with a small chuckle. “If you’re being held hostage by that guy just say the word.”

“Oh I’ve been warned against this kind of thing.” You hummed playfully. “Offers of help usually come at a price.”

“Can’t I just offer to be nice?”

“Aren't you supposed to be a pirate? Does being nice go against your code?”

“So long as the Marines don’t find out my reputation is safe.” Law explained, his smirk growing as you laughed. Honestly your date fell further and further down in his regard by the second. “So? Need my help?”

“We still haven’t discussed payment.”

“Nothing much, just a walk through the city?”

“Can’t say no to a fair exchange like that. You’ve got yourself a deal.” You conceded, sitting back in your seat. This conversation was the most fun you’d had all evening and you were curious to see what Law would do. You tilted your head when Law set his drink down and took your hand, pulling you to your feet and leading you to the door. “Really? Just walking out is your big idea?”

“I’ve had your date trapped in the restrooms since he left the table. Didn't you wonder what was taking him so long?” Law explained, grinned at your shocked expression. As a precaution he’d had his room ability activated from the second he and the crew entered the bar, just in case any of them needed to make a quick escape. When your date was away he’d shifted the large boxes from the alley outside to block the restroom doors. All Law had really needed was your say-so to continue spending time with him. He dropped his gaze down when you looped your arm through his as you both walked through the busy nighttime streets. “So where to first? You’re the local here, not me.”

“Well the city’s pretty big. I can’t exactly show you everything in one night.” You explained lightly with a smile. 

“Well aren’t you lucky? My crew and I won’t be leaving for a few days.”

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[merbear25]

Hello ~ It's been a while, but i'm happy to see you more active again. I hope you're doing well too ^^ I came here to ask for the Valentine event, you know wich character hihi <3 Caesar Clown with quote 7 : " You're just a distraction...That's it ". SFW - younger fem!reader, after the event of WCI and the formation of NeoMADS ? if possible of course

Art by BILIKEN

*clears throat and taps on mic* I would like to make an announcement: I cannot help what forms of inspiration this man sparks.... that is all.*drops mic and exits left stage*

You’d been given the opportunity of a lifetime. Working alongside one of the greatest minds of your time was something so many young scientists could only dream of. Once Caesar took you onboard his team, you couldn’t imagine having taken any other path. He was known to the world as a villain, but you couldn’t disagree more. Not being able to sort through what was reality and what was a figment of your fantasies, you didn’t notice the gap between the two growing more cavernous.

CW: SFW, fem!reader, angst

What never was can never be (Caesar)

The extension of a hand was all it took, and you were pulled into the swirling clouds of madness and cruel intent. A young woman with a promising future: you turned your nose up at the ridicule for throwing it all away to serve this war criminal who chose to recognize an ounce of your potential. Although given sparingly, praise meant more coming from him than anyone else. An outstanding scientific mind like his plucked you from the batch of aspiring young scientists struggling to make a name for themselves.

Special—you knew you were. After all, you had the talent to prove it, didn’t you? With the scattered compliments came the critical undertones. Though masked as a means to help you soar to new heights, seeds of doubt were planted deep within the soils of your soul. It was in his nature that was what you told yourself, because you made the conscious decision to turn a blind eye to his less favorable side to bask in the welcoming glow that seldom peaked through.

However, those moments overshadowed the ones less becoming, for in them came the racing of your heart beating so fast you feared it would burst. Sitting close, his hand guiding yours, the laugh coming from him when your nerves caused an accident: he was clouding your better judgement. His dastardly flaws grew paler by the day, dangerously unpigmented representations of who he was behind the charm. Daydreaming of him transported you away from the chemical spill you were left to clean up by yourself.

An unlikely duo that managed to slip through the fingers of the colossal foes—a team. That was the term he used, but you were the one holding it close to your heart. After having spent so much time together, it couldn’t be helped—this hope that he would reciprocate your feelings. However, those rose tinted glasses distorted the pricking thorns as rounded edges.

How could you have known? His gratitude for your overwhelming sacrifice to help push his vision into the light of day was what kept your spirits high. Would you have suddenly had a change of heart if he’d given himself away? The little chats you shared with the occasional praise tactfully tossed in were what got you smiling. Was it possible to erase the image of him you’d built up in your head? The rosy world shattered, showing a bleak reality through the sharded gaps.

“You’re relieved of your duties.” The non bothered delivery disbursed the images of you and him that were floating in your fantasies.

Dumbfounded and at a loss for words, you stood in a daze, as if attempting to gather the romanticized figments separating further and further from one another. “Why?”

A simple question that didn’t go unwarranted but writhed under his skin all the same. “Well, for starters you cause more messes from your head being in the clouds than you do achieving results. And let’s not forget how much you dilly dally at cleaning up said messes.” The hint at your crush ripped your bleeding heart bare of its poor excuse for a disguise.

The flush on your face burned with a hot intensity. You wouldn’t have thought he was keeping a tally on each screw up you made or that humiliating dreamy look on your face. “We’re a team, aren’t we?” 

He huffed in amusement, remembering his own words perfectly well. “Even the most iconic teams cannot last forever that of which we were not.” The extra jab was unnecessary, and yet he couldn’t resist wielding its blade.

A threat of tears stung your eyes. “Why did you even choose me? Out of all the others, why me?”

Deep down there was a reason, but he’d buried it so far beneath his surface there was a chance it would never reach him again. “A lapse in judgement,” he chuckled.

Moments you shared, both of the good and the bad, flooded your memory. It couldn’t have been just you who’d felt companionship if nothing else. You continued to push, refusing to accept that this was all for naught. “No, no, that’s not true.”

"You're just a distraction...That's it.” The spiteful words pierced through your thick skin, their venom coursing through your veins and paralyzing you.

Choking back the emotion bubbling in your throat, the heartache was regrettably evident. “You don’t mean that.”

He turned towards you swiftly and with just one step, he was towering over you. “Oh, don’t I?” That wicked grin he wore so well spread across his pale face. “And I suppose you were expecting me to beg you to stay, hm? To tell you that I love you?” 

Striking you through your heart, the taunting lured out the doubt he’d planted. It sprouted through the newly formed hole like the weed it was. Completely distraught after having your world turned upside down, you were beside yourself. 

He gritted his teeth to offset his purple lips quivering more noticeably. “I’m afraid you’ve been reading too many romance novels, little girl.” Leaning away, he shooed you with a flick of his wrist. “You served your purpose. I don’t need you anymore.” He casted you out, his back turned to you, so he wouldn’t witness your departure out the metal doors. 

The bitter cold of the room finally reached you, causing you to shiver in the shadow he’d abandoned you in. Left to question the memories, the fondness illuminating them now beginning to dim. Left to question how you saw him, the man standing in front of you now a ghost of his perceived former self. Left to wonder if any of it was sincere, now too broken to tell anymore. Tears rolling down your cheeks offered the only warmth left to give.

“Surely you must have felt something towards me…” The murmur was a feeble attempt at holding onto that last shred of hope that Caesar Clown was capable of conjuring something other than deceitfulness.

His back remained to you, the shadow somehow growing more isolating. “Now you’re just embarrassing yourself,” he scoffed. He didn’t move, nor did his mocking tone falter, but his eyes shifted in an attempt to gauge your presence in the room. The sound of your footsteps hurried out of the door, and with them carried the muffled sobs of a broken heart.

The slam echoed through the room, magnifying his seclusion. An agitated frown plastered on his face and his eyes narrowed; your exit left an unpleasant mark on him. Only the faint hissing of the old pipes and clicking of the keys now accompanied him. His brow twitched for a moment, but he let out a long sigh to settle the prickling nerves. This was how it was meant to be—him alone with his work…alone with his work.

[robinsb8ngs]

It should've been me

Eastuss kid w/ stress relief + ftm!reader

This mission was a gonna be a pain in the ass. Kidd has been pacing all day, the ship was almost there and making him pissy. All day he's been louder, yelling at everyone- pretty normal. Killer had noticed the boss was more tense than usual, this would be really bad if he didn't calm down.

Kidd knew that too, he may not be smart, but he isn't stupid...okay maybe a little. Because all could think about is taking his stress out on something as if that'd help. There was at least an hour before they got to the island.

Kidd stopped pacing, slamming open his door when he remembered you two had been dating. It's official- you were his, and he was yours. His sweet little boy, sometimes a little to kind to be considered a pirate.

He stood behind you, watching as you leaned over, looking into a barrel for some supplies for this mission.

"...babe.."

You let out a squeal, hitting your head on the barrel as you tried to whip around to fast. You looked at him shocked, as if you didn't think he'd call for you. Hands steady on the barrel- noticing how his eyes drifted down to how nice your ass looked in this position. Your hips were leaning on the barrel enough to pop your ass out like a fine meal.

"hey, you feeling alright"

Kidd felt if he started to explain he'd explode in anger. Instead, he picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder before Storming off to his room. You gripped his coat, looking at killer as he watched you two walk by.

"Eustass?"

He didn't say anything, kicking shut the door before dropping you on his bed. If this was going where you think it was...have mercy on your pussy.

"I...I just need to be inside you. Before I fucking kill someone"

Yep. Have mercy on you. Your throat clenched, whole be body tensed as he tugged you by your ankle until your lower body was hanging off the bed. He was quick to yank down your pants, groaning at the sight of your pussy. All squished between your thighs, showing him only your folds. All soft and wet.

"Fuck- I don't think I'll ever get use to this.. My pretty boy having an equally pretty pussy. All for me"

Kidd didn't even notice the low growl in his voice. Gripping your legs roughly as he spread your folds with his thumbs, ignoring the small whine from you. He couldn't get enough, kicking your legs open he watched as your folds parted for him. What a sight.

You all wet and sloppy, dripping slicky arousal onto the floor, wetting his boats. Maybe if he was in a worse mode he'd make you clean then for that. But instead, he ignored to. Too focused on how your pussy sucked in his fingers. He moaned, slowly pumping his fingers to stretch you out some. He didn't have enough time to do all be wanted.

He wanted to flip you over and kiss you till you couldn't breathe- to fuck you over and over till you were overspilling with his cum. But he only had so much time.

With a grunt he pulled out his fingers and tugging his pants down just enough to get his cock out. Stroking himself before lining up to your hole.

"deep breaths baby,"

You followed his command. Taking a deep breath as he pushed. It took a moment, his tip slipping first. When his dick finally pushed in you gasped- legs going tense and arms shooting up under you. Though the moment was short lived when he slammed you back down on the bed. An annoyed huff coming from him.

"No, your gonna lay here and take it. Got it."

It wasn't a question, a demand that had your clenching down on him with a whine. His loud groan didn't help you any, pussy adoring his sounds. He but his lip as he shoved in till his hips pressed against your ass.

"fuck-..fucking whore! You like me being rough? Do you get wet when I yell at you?"

You didn't get time to answer when he started moving. The slow drag of this thick cock stroking your walls so intoxicating. Your Mewls reached his ears, making him started to move faster. He wasn't slamming into you, taking his time to feel you so good wrapped around him. Like a warm wet hug. His hips speed up, grunts starting to echo from him. Your moans got louder, knees giving out, only his hands were keeping you up.

His metal hand was harsh, digging into your heated skin and cooling it down until it felt like ice was biting you.

His cock was far from small, having to bully into you dude to it's size and girth. His height added to his dick. It was painful, stretching you wider than any man ever will- but god- did it feel so good once you were use to it.

His thrusts got harder, slamming into your hips as if you've wronged him. Your back arched, legs starting to shake and pussy clamping down as your moans got louder. He grinned wildly, moving his hand off your back to find your clit.

"Come on, baby! Cum on my cock. Come on..."

He was so impatient, dragging one of your legs up into the bed too reach deeper in you. There it goes.

"There you go... Atta boy.."

You cum soaked his dick- forming that beautiful water foamy ring around the base of his cock, dripping onto the floor below. He was a little ashamed that the cum was wasted on the floor when it could've been in his mouth. But there's wasn't much b he could complain about when his dick is so far in you.

He heard one of his crew yelling at him that they were there, huffing as he hunched over your form. All breathes coming out like a deep huff. His hand stayed pressing on your clit all firm, keeping you shaking and weak under him.

He came with a loud moan, pressing into you as deep as possible, hips against your ass so deliciously. His metal hand came down, squeezing the fat of your ass.

You couldn't think, mind to mush- completely useless for this mission down. But you did feel him tug up your boxers, slapping your pussy with a laugh. Successfully keeping all his cum in you.

"Thanks baby, I'll make it up to you when I get back. Love ya,"

He gave you a big wet smooch on the mouth as he laid you down on the bed. Your pants where gone, and your boyfriend. You didn't get to think much of how your gonna yell at him when he gets back. Eyes falling shut as you passed out. Last thing you remember is a thick fur coat being placed over your body.

[inquisitor-runa]

Who fell first and who fell harder - One Piece edition

Zoro: He fell first and harder

Law: You fell first, he fell harder

Kid: He fell first and harder

Luffy: You fell first and harder

Ace: He fell first and harder

Shanks: You fell first, he fell harder

Crocodile: You fell first and harder

Mihawk: You fell first and harder

Buggy: He fell first and harder

Sanji: He fell first and harder

Sabo: He fell first, you fell harder

Marco: You fell first, he fell harder

Doflamingo: You fell first and harder

Rob Lucci: You fell first and harder

Corazon: He fell first and harder (literally and figuratively)

[portgasdbru]

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feat: luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, law, kid x f!reader

cw: strong language, crack, suggestive content

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