#one Piece law

[inseobts]

(Accidental) PDA

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace, kid

words count: around 300-500 each

masterlist

Roronoa Zoro:

The crew is gathered at a lively tavern, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the wooden walls. You’re seated next to Zoro, who, as usual, seems more focused on his drink than the conversation. His arm is draped casually along the back of the bench, and at some point, probably without realizing it, his fingers start lightly tracing circles on your shoulder.

It’s absentminded, subconscious, but you notice.

And so does everyone else.

You don’t say anything at first, just letting yourself enjoy the rare show of affection. Zoro isn’t exactly the touchy type, so the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers against your skin is something to savor. You lean into him just a little, and his grip unconsciously tightens.

Then, Sanji snickers “Didn’t take you for the clingy type, Marimo.”

Zoro’s fingers stops instantly.

You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he replays the last few minutes, piecing together what just happened. His arm stiffens, and when you glance up, you find his face frozen in mild horror, like his own body has just betrayed him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His voice comes out a little too sharp, too defensive, which only makes Sanji smirk wider.

“Oh, nothing” The cook takes a drag of his cigarette “It’s just cute, that's all. Didn’t think you’d be the type to get all touchy in public.”

Zoro yanks his arm back so fast you almost fall sideways “I wasn’t!” He groans, rubbing his face like he can physically scrub the moment from existence “It wasn’t on purpose.”

You stifle a laugh, reaching up to pat his arm “Relax, Zoro. It’s fine.”

He glares at you, but there’s a bit of redness creeping up his neck “I don’t do that stuff in public.”

Sanji hums, clearly enjoying this way too much “Mhm. Sure. Just keep telling yourself that.”

Zoro grumbles something under his breath, clearly ready to die on this hill. But even as he crosses his arms and scowls at his drink, his knee remains pressed against yours under the table.

Accidental or not, you’ll take what you can get.

Vinsmoke Sanji:

The sun is setting over the Sunny, casting golden hues across the deck. Dinner is long over, but most of the crew lingers, full and satisfied. You sit beside Sanji near the railing, listening to the breeze and the distant laughter of the others. He’s in a good mood, smiling as he talks to you about a new dessert he’s planning, something with caramel and sea salt, he says, because “a contrast of flavors makes things more exciting, mon amour.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname but don’t bother fighting it. Sanji flirts like he breathes, and by now, you’ve just learned to go along with it.

Then, it happens.

You’re mid-sip of your drink when Sanji, without thinking, reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

It’s so natural, so smooth, that it takes you a second to process what just happened. The conversation around you continues, but you feel frozen, heat creeping up your neck.

Sanji, of course, remains utterly unaware. He keeps talking like nothing’s happened, his fingers lingering near your ear for just a moment before pulling away. It wasn’t even a grand gesture, just an absentminded, casual thing. But the way it makes your heart stutter? Absolutely unfair.

Unfortunately, someone does notice.

“Oi, Sanji,” Usopp teases, leaning over the table with a shit-eating grin “Didn’t know you were already at the ‘tucking their hair back like a romance novel protagonist’ stage.”

Sanji blinks “Hah?”

Nami chuckles “That was smooth, even for you.”

Sanji frowns, clearly replaying the last few seconds in his head. His hand twitches, as if only now realizing what it just did. He looks at you, at your slightly wide eyes, at the way you’re still holding your drink midair like an idiot, and then… it hits him.

“Oh—!” His face erupts into red “I—I wasn’t—! That was—!”

He immediately buries his face in his hands, groaning “Shit… I didn’t even notice I—!”

“You touched their hair, Sanji,” Usopp deadpans, grinning. “That’s practically a confession.”

Sanji sputters, waving his arms dramatically “It’s not like that! I— I just—” He stops, then sighs, rubbing his temples. “Mon dieu…”

You watch him, amused. The smooth-talking, ever-flirty Sanji, reduced to a blushing mess over one small gesture.

You smile. Maybe you didn’t mind it so much after all.

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

Trafalgar Law doesn't do public displays of affection. The man acts like love is a classified disease, and he’s the only doctor qualified to handle it.

Which is why the Heart Pirates are absolutely living for this moment.

It starts small, Bepo makes an offhand comment about how you and Law seem weirdly close today. And by that, he means Law has casually draped an arm around your waist while reading his book.

Then it escalates.

Law, your usually grumpy, no-nonsense captain, absentmindedly feeds you a bite of his food at dinner. Like it’s nothing. Like this is normal.

The crew goes silent.

Then whispers.

Then snickering.

Shachi elbows Penguin “Did you see that?”

“I felt that” Penguin whispers back, eyes wide.

“Are we being punked?” Ikkaku mutters “Is this a medical experiment or what?”

Meanwhile, Law, completely oblivious, keeps eating... until he notices just how unnaturally quiet everyone has gotten. He glances up, fork mid-air, only to be met with a table full of smug grins and barely contained laughter.

“…What?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

Bepo smiles innocently “Nothing, Captain. Please, continue being adorable.”

Law blinks. Then slowly turns to you, as if just now realizing what he’s done.

You, being the absolute menace that you are, grin and open your mouth again, waiting for another bite.

A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“You’re enjoying this” he mutters.

“Oh, immensely.”

Law exhales through his nose, looking between the crew and you. For a second, it seems like he’ll retreat, go full grumpy captain mode,

but instead, he smirks, leans in, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

The chaos that erupts is instant.

Shachi falls out of his chair. Penguin screams. Bepo claps. Ikkaku nearly chokes on her drink.

Law, of course, acts like nothing happened and goes right back to eating.

But the red tips of his ears? Oh yeah. That’s a win.

Portuguese D. Ace:

The bonfire crackles, casting a golden glow over the Whitebeard Pirates as laughter and conversation fill the night air. You’re sitting next to Ace, comfortably close, the warmth of the fire mingling with the heat radiating off his skin.

He’s relaxed, grinning as he chats with Marco, one arm casually slung over the back of the log where you're sitting. It's nothing unusual... Ace has always been a little touchy without thinking much of it. But at some point, his fingers start absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair, twirling and tugging in slow, lazy motions.

You blink.

The conversation continues like nothing’s happening, and Ace doesn’t seem to notice what he’s doing. It’s almost endearing, the way he’s so comfortable, so unaware, until Thatch smirks over his tankard and loudly clears his throat.

“Well, well” Thatch drawls, tapping his mug against Marco’s “Didn’t realize we were in the middle of a romantic drama. Should we leave you two alone?”

Ace freezes mid-twist of your hair.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly before he slowly lets the strand slip from his grip. The realization crashes down on him in real-time, his freckles disappearing under the deepening red of his face.

“Huh?” His voice cracks slightly “I...That’s not...”

Marco chuckles, sipping his drink “You’re adorable when you’re oblivious, yoi.”

Ace immediately throws a handful of sand in his direction, scowling. “Shut up!” His voice is a little too high-pitched to be threatening “I wasn’t—! It wasn’t on purpose!”

“Sure” Thatch grins, wiggling his eyebrows “Accidental flirting. A classic.”

Ace groans into his hands, looking very much like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. You, on the other hand, are biting back a laugh as you lean in slightly.

“Didn’t know you liked playing with my hair” you tease, just loud enough for him to hear.

His head snaps to you, wide-eyed, before he grumbles something incoherent under his breath. You’re pretty sure you catch the words never living this down.

Still, despite his embarrassment, he doesn’t move away, his warmth lingers beside you, a silent contradiction to his flustered protests.

Eustass Kid:

The atmosphere in the tavern is loud and chaotic, just the way the Kid Pirates like it. The crew is drinking, shouting, and causing their usual brand of mayhem while you sit beside Kid, with your drink. He’s in a rare good mood tonight, smirking as he argues with Killer over some pointless bet.

You’re just relaxing, letting the warmth of the room settle into your bones, when you feel it... Kid’s hand resting on your thigh.

Not just resting. His fingers drum absently against your skin, his grip solid, like it belongs there.

Your brain short-circuits for a second. He’s not the type for public affection. Hell, he barely acknowledges feelings exist, so the fact that he’s touching you like this, so casually, is… unexpected.

And the worst part? He doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.

You glance down, then back up at him. He’s still engaged in his conversation with Killer, completely unaware of the way his thumb is now slowly tracing circles against your leg.

It’s fine. It’s totally fine. You can just pretend like this isn’t affecting you...

"Oi, Kid" Heat suddenly snickers from across the table, eyes gleaming with mischief "y/n is so red that it like they're about to explode. Didn’t know you were the handsy type."

Kid pauses mid-sentence "Huh?"

He follows Heat’s gaze, straight to where his hand is resting on you. His fingers twitch. You feel the exact moment his brain catches up with his body, the slow realization creeping onto his face.

The entire table is watching now, grinning like they’ve just witnessed something hilarious.

"Shit," Kid mutters, yanking his hand away like he’s been burned. His face twists into a scowl, and his cheeks—just barely—tinge red "I wasn’t—!" His voice raises, defensive. "It was just—!"

Killer snorts "Yeah, sure. Just absentmindedly groping them in the middle of a crowded tavern. Totally normal."

The crew erupts into laughter. Kid growls, kicking Heat’s chair out from under him, sending the man crashing to the floor "Shut the hell up!"

You bite your lip, fighting back a grin.

Even as he huffs and glares at his drink, grumbling about stupid bastards and their stupid comments, his knee remains firmly pressed against yours under the table.

Accidental or not, he’s not moving away.

And neither are you.

[honeyshiddendesire]

ugh the scowl on Kid's face 🤤🤤😍😍

The bois

[roguedoodles]

Tall clown and his feral kid now colorized

[sen-ya]

like a lithograph | working boy

(next part’s a big ol time skip, u can read ahead on my ☕️)

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 22

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You’ve spent a year with Law and the Heart Pirates now. Law is still pressing to unlock the full capabilities of your devil fruit powers as a mythical zoan type, but you’ve got other things on your mind. You’ve uncovered Law’s plan to kill Doflamingo, but you’ve resigned to not stop him and accept the way things are meant to be. He needs you. Your heart lies half with Law, but half at home with the Straw Hats. 

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @airwolf92 @nothing-but-brass @tuskjohnny 

WC: 2500

TW: SMUT WARNING!!! (Hehe) 

Burning Hearts Chapter 22: A Danger to the Group

— — 

Another two hours go by. 

You had cried yourself out awhile ago and you were feeling less warm now. You hated to admit that Law was right about cooling down eventually… he was always right about everything. You move to sit up in the scorched, black patch of ash on the cave floor you were laying in, but the moment you raise your head your vision swims and you feel sick…

“Law…” You croak out and try to brace yourself with your palms on the ground, but the cave walls started to spin like a tilt-a-whirl around you. 

“Yes?” Law, who had been gradually creeping closer to you over the past few hours as your body returned to a safe temperature, was now hurrying right to your side. “What is it?”

“I don’t… I don’t feel so good… dizzy-y-y…” You manage to slur out, but you slump forward and close your eyes to try and avoid seeing triple. 

As you fall forward, Law catches your forehead with his hand and leaves it there for a moment. 

“Shit… you’re still way too hot and your body is too weak to tolerate any more of it… it’s going to fry your brain if you don’t get cooled off soon. I have to get you back to the base. Now.” Law stands up and frantically rips off his navy, fur-lined coat. 

“Wait, stop.. I don’t want to burn you!” You protest with the last little bit of energy you had left in you. 

“I don’t care-“ Law starts rolling you up in his giant coat. “-and it doesn’t really look like you’re in a position to protest right now.” Law adds with a smug little smirk as he ties the sleeves his coat together across your waist, securing you in your makeshift fluffy straight-jacket. 

If you weren’t sure it would push you into unconsciousness, you would have rolled your eyes. 

Law slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“Oof!” You’re jostled into awareness a bit more by the sudden, gruff hit to your gut. “Not a bridal-style guy?” You grunt out. 

“Shut up. You need to save your energy for trying not to pass out.” Law retorts. Suddenly you’re bathed in a familiar blue glow. “Didn’t really peg you as a ‘Damsel in Distress’ type, though, babe.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

“You know you aren’t as charming as you think you-“ 

“Shambles.” 

“-AAAH… fuck…” You catch your breath after being teleported instantly to the front door of the Heart Pirate’s base. You hear Law push open the huge metal door just enough to squeeze the two of you through and starts rushing down the hall. Law’s brisk pace caused you to jostle around on his back and you feel the corners of your vision turn to black… 

“Captain you’re back-!”

“Get the ice packs from the surgical supplies and meet me in the shower!” Law shouts over his shoulder. 

“How many, captain-“

“All of them!” 

You groan, trying to stay conscious as best you can but you find yourself fading in and out. Your eyes fall fully closed for a moment…

You don’t remember entering the bathroom or Law putting you down, but you’re sitting up now. You’re naked again. Your eyelids are still too heavy to open, but you must be in the shower as you can feel the cool tile beneath you and the smooth glass against your back. You twitch when you feel the shock of the freezing cold water of the shower hitting your face and chest. 

A hand grips your chin firmly. 

“Hey! Talk to me, you gotta stay awake here…” 

Your eyelids flutter open as you feel a bit of energy return to you. 

“Captain I have the- oh my god is she okay?” You hear Ikakku’s voice and can barely make out her yellow boots standing behind where Law was kneeling in front of you. 

“Other than the fact her brain is going to be scrambled eggs unless you start packing those ice packs on her, yeah she’s fine!” Law spits as he grabs handfuls of the activated cold packs and starts applying them to your body. 

Ikakku starts laying them on your shoulders and chest as she crouches at your side, soaking herself under the shower with you, completely saturating her clothes with the water. 

Your clarity begins to return to you and you’re able to pick your head up from its position lolled at your shoulder. 

“Hey friend…” You rasp out with as much of a smile as you could muster. 

“Oh D, thank gods you’re okay… you really scared the fucking shit out of us…” She chuckles nervously. Her tone changes a bit. “I mean everyone’s really-“

“Ikkaku.” Law interrupts. “Thank you. I can handle it from here.” This was Law’s attempt at telling her to ‘shut up and get out’ without you picking up on it. “Continue with the structural repairs for now and I’ll be out to assist shortly.” 

Ikakku hesitates for a moment. 

“Yes, captain.” She says softly before retreating out of the bathroom. 

You finally start to feel normal again as your temperature returns to a safe level. You blink your eyes open wider as you regain full consciousness. Your body still ached but you were able to stretch your ankles and wrists.. but not much more, you were still too weak. 

You were met with Law’s concerned eyes scanning over your face, checking for any changes in condition. 

“I’m okay.” You say softly with a smile. 

With a massive exhale, Law flops backwards and leans up against the opposite shower wall with his legs out, parallel to yours on the shower floor. He looked exhausted. 

“Thank fuck.” Law sighs as he takes off his wet hat and chucks it somewhere else in the bathroom. He reaches his hand up to the knob and turns off the shower, satisfied that the cold packs were doing their job. His hand drops tiredly to your calf and his thumb strokes your skin softly. He knocks his head back against the glass and closes his eyes, catching his breath. 

Once again, Law had saved your life. 

You break the silence. 

“You’ll catch your death if you stay in those cold, wet clothes, you know.” You say softly, still getting your voice back. 

Law smiles but doesn’t open his eyes. 

“Hah, you know that’s a myth, right?”

“Yeah? What are you, a fucking doctor or something?” You say with a chuckle. 

Law can’t hold in his laugh. He raises a hand limply and a blue aura enveloped you both. Before you could register what he was doing, the room was gone and he had shed himself of his soggy jeans and t-shirt. He was still in his underwear. 

“Happy now?” He asked you. 

“Hmm… you still seem a bit overdressed…” You tease. 

“Back from the dead and you’re already looking to get me naked? Didn’t know you were such a pervert…” Law smirks. 

“Oh I’M a pervert? You’re totally hard right now.” You nod your head, gesturing towards the prominent bulge in his briefs. 

“It’s the adrenaline, it’s a very common physiological response to extreme mental pressure or stress.” Law sounds confident but you don’t miss the way he moves his right hand across his lap to hide his obvious boner. 

“Right. And it’s totally not because my tits are out.” You say. 

Law bites his lip and his eyes move downward. 

“Maybe it’s partially because your tits are out.” He admits, still staring at your chest. 

You took this moment to admire him. His pale skin adorned with jet black ink was still sparsely littered with water droplets slipping down his rippling abs. His chest still rose and fell heavily, trying to calm himself from the intense series of events that just transpired. His face was flush, pink from both shyness and physical exertion. 

You had to have him now. 

You didn’t know why the urge to have him inside of you was hitting so hard now, perhaps it was the same adrenaline pumping through your veins that Law claimed was causing his own arousal… 

You shook the ice packs off your chest and abdomen and started to crawl forward on your hands and knees. 

“You really should- what are you-“ Law tries to scold you, but you were too quick to invade his space. 

“I’m fine.” You lean forward over Law’s tired figure and kiss his lips gently. “You saved my life again… it’d be a shame if I didn’t repay you…” You pull back from his lips and purr seductively. 

“D-Daisy…” All of Law’s confidence and smarmy aura had dissipated once again and he was putty in your hands. You pressed your mouth to his again, but with more fervor this time. 

You slid him down to that he’s fully on the shower floor on his back and you straddle his hips without breaking the kiss. You move your lips from Law’s and trail kisses through his stubble and down his neck, suckling on the sensitive skin above his collarbone. He lets out a whine. You feel his hands fumbling below you to shuffle his boxers down to his calves before they return to threading themselves through your hair and raking themselves down your back as you worshipped him. 

You reach underneath your center and grab Law’s hard cock, quickly lining him up with your soaked entrance. You slowly sank down on him, leaning back and throwing your head backwards as you felt him stretch you out. 

“Fuuuck.. yes…” You sigh out as your pelvis meets his. It was even better than the first time you had laid with him… your desire somehow so strong now… 

“Holy shit-“ Law gasps as his hands grip your hips tightly. 

You began to grind yourself again him as you searched for the perfect angle to reach your peak. You looked down and were met with truly the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. Law looked up at you with wet hair plastered to his forehead, lust-blown pupils and mouth agape. He let out soft little moans and pants with each strong movement of your hips against his, pushing his cock deeper within you every time. 

You braced yourself with your hands against the shower glass over Law’s head and speed up your pace, desperately chasing your orgasm. 

“Fuck- baby… slow down.. you’re still-“ Law tries to warn you of your fragile condition, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Ah! Fuck!” You cry out as you rode him hard, tongue almost lolling out of your mouth. 

Despite his protests, you feel Law’s hands grabbing you harder and dragging you back and forth on him instinctively despite never having a woman on top of him like this… You drop your head back down and meet his gaze. He was still looking up at you with adoration. 

“Gods damnit… you’re so fucking pretty like this…” Law huffs out as he brings one of his hands to grip the back of your neck tightly above him. He pulls you down forcefully into another messy kiss. 

He bucked his hips up into yours as you ground yours down into his, creating the perfect pattern of friction to have you moaning into Law’s mouth without half a care for who else could hear you. You feel your peak approaching and you begin to speed up your movements even more. 

“Fuck— there!” You cry out and let the feeling overtake you. “Ah!” You moan and shudder on top of your lover before limply twitching your hips to try to get him to reach his own end. You were violently overstimulated but your brain was filled with nothing but-

Law 

Law 

Law

And that was all you wanted right now. 

You mustered all the strength you had left and rocked yourself up and down on top of Law as he whimpered and pressed himself up into you impossibly far. 

“Shit- I’m going to- You gotta get off-“ Law says through groans and pants as he releases your hips from his grasp. 

Instead of heeding his warning, you leaned down and smashed your lips into his again and sped up the pace of your riding. With one final slam of your hips onto his, Law moans out loud profanely and you feel him shoot rope after rope of hot spend inside your womb. You grin stupidly, finally feeling satisfied. 

After the last twitch of his cock inside you, you slide off of him and kiss him sweetly, like you didn’t just milk him for all he was worth on the floor of the shower. 

“You’re terrible.” Law grits out though heavy breaths. 

“And you love me anyway.” You smile and kiss him again. “We have to get back to the crew and finish repairing that big-ass hole I made in your bedroom ceiling.” 

“No, I have to get back and repair that big-ass hole you made in my bedroom ceiling.” Law responds as he rises to his feet and moves to grab towels and clean clothes from the bathroom cabinet. “You’re going straight to your room and going to bed. You almost died.” 

You stand up and accept the white, fluffy towel that Law was offering you. You wipe the last of the water droplets from your body and take a few swipes between your legs to clean up the sticky mess that was dripping out of you. 

“It isn’t fair if I don’t help clean up the mess I made.” You say sternly as you toss the soiled towel into the hamper. “It’s my fault that-“ 

“You need to rest.” Law looks at you with a serious demeanor. “You’ve seen me dismantle half a building in 30 seconds, I don’t need you help fixing the roof.”

He was right again. With his devil fruit power, the job would be done within a few minutes… and the tiredness was beginning to set in to your bones. 

“Fine… I’ll go to bed… but promise you’ll come see me before you turn in?” You say as you pull the spare off-white jumpsuit over your body and zip it up. “I.. don’t really want to sleep by myself for too long..” You couldn’t make eye contact as you admitted this. 

Law fixes his own clothes and steps towards you. 

He brings his hand to stroke your cheek. 

“I promise. Now get some rest. Please.” 

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HEEEEEY HOPE YALL LIKE IT PLS SEND FEEDBACK

[elinormakara]

Sketchbook: Law sketches! Besides, My Hero Academia, I'm also a One Piece fan, previously watched to the dressrosa arc. I've started watching the anime from the beginning (currently on episode 101 and the Ace love has returned hard *ahem*) I've been debating doing a tiny comic slide video of Law. I have the script for the panels written up but I have so many other projects right now that I wanna do, where does the time go? lol ((I don't know what I was trying to do on the top right, maybe snake Law?))

[bugsinmyhoney]

here are some laws for the new year !!

[coldsprings]

One Piece official art

[mugiwaraboyyy1]

One Piece - Trafalgar D. Law and Bepo

-Credits: @mito3131 on X (twiiter)

[fennecco]

Hey law, I love you! :)

[prince-raisins-art]

been thinkin about those endearingly tacky 90s picture frames lately

[soaked-doors]

the pinoy piece is real. you reckon he listens to eraserheads in the OR

[qekouu]

Wano Law

[pinoppll]

some laws (he’s def not my favorite and i hate him)

[brokenclockgears]

i love you !!

[sen-ya]

:^)