#rockstar!law

[whoo0isthatgrl]

The studio was quiet except for the soft hum of the speakers and the occasional click of your mouse as you worked through the mix. Law sat behind you, half-slouched on the worn leather couch with a drink in hand, watching you like he had something to say.

And, of course, he did.

“You know, if you actually balanced the reverb properly, it wouldn’t sound like shit,” he muttered, tilting his head.

Your jaw clenched. “I literally just started adjusting it.”

“Well, you’re doing a terrible job.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, turning just enough to glare at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Mr. ‘Plays-the-Same-Three-Chords’ was suddenly an expert in production.”

Law raised a brow. “That’s rich coming from Miss Overcomplicates-Everything.”

“Oh, screw you,” you snapped, pushing away from the desk and standing up. “You think you’re a genius because you can criticize, but what do you even contribute, huh?”

“I contribute the part that actually makes people want to listen to our songs,” he shot back, standing too.

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh my God, your ego is insane.”

He smirked, stepping closer. “And your attitude is exhausting.”

You stepped forward too. “You are so full of yourself.”

“And you are incapable of taking constructive criticism.”

Now you were chest-to-chest breath short, shoulders tense.

Your eyes burned into his—furious, challenging. “I swear to God, if I have to hear your voice for another second—”

“What? You gonna cry about it?” Law’s voice was low, teasing, but there was something else beneath it.

Your hands curled into fists. “Oh, I hate you.”

“Right back at you.”

Silence.

Your breaths mingled in the narrow space between you, fast and shallow. Neither of you moved. Neither of you backed down.

You saw it—the way Law’s gaze flickered down to your lips for the briefest second. Barely there, but enough.

Wait.

Were both of you leaning in?

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, your lips collided—hard, desperate, like you were trying to shut each other up in the only way that would actually work.

Maybe you’d regret it later.

It was messy, all teeth and tension, but neither of you pulled away. You weren’t sure who deepened the kiss first—him or you—but suddenly, it wasn’t just a collision. It was a battle.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin like he was daring you to push him off. You didn’t. Instead, you fisted the front of his shirt, yanking him closer, because if he thought you’d be the first to pull away, he was wrong.

Law’s lips curled against yours, like he was smirking—even now, even like this. “Kiss like you mean it, smartass,” he muttered, voice low, teasing.

You bit his bottom lip, almost in retaliation.

Law inhaled sharply, grip tightening. “Figures. Always so aggressive.”

“Shut up.” You crashed into him again, walking him back, except—

Your foot caught on the edge of the producer’s desk.

And suddenly, you were falling.

You hit the desk with a dull thud, tangled together in a mess of limbs, papers scattering everywhere.

Law let out a breathless chuckle. “Oh, great. You can’t even make out properly—”

You shoved at his chest. “Maybe if you weren’t in my way—”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you right back against him. “Oh, please. You’re the one who tripped.”

You were so close again, noses almost touching, breath mingling in the dimly lit studio.

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You should shove him away. You should.

Instead, you kissed him again.

Law groaned against your lips, flipping you so you were the one against the table now, his hands bracing on either side of your body. His mouth moved with yours in that same relentless, challenging rhythm—like you were still fighting, just without words.

Somewhere between gasps and half-bitten insults, you managed to mutter, “You’re—so—fucking—annoying—”

Law grinned against your lips. “And you—talk too much—”

You barely had time to glare before he grabbed your hand and pulled you—

Straight into the recording booth.

You stumbled inside, nearly knocking over the mic stand. The door swung shut behind you, muffling the outside world. It was just the two of you now, the dim LED glow casting blue and red across your skin, your breaths uneven, hearts racing.

Your back hit the padded wall of the booth, and Law was there again, bracing himself over you, gaze dark—like he was still debating whether to keep kissing you or start another argument.

Your tongue darted briefly over your bottom lip, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “If you have something to say, say it.”

Law studied you, eyes flickering between your own and your mouth, fingers brushing against the side of your neck. His voice was quieter now, rougher.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, lips ghosting over your jaw, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Maybe I just like pissing you off.”

You exhaled sharply. “Congratulations, then. You’re great at it.”

Law smirked against your skin. “I know.”

And then he kissed you again—slower this time. Deeper. Like he was really tasting you. Like he had all the time in the world.

You hated how dizzy it made you feel.

But you didn’t stop him.

You didn’t want to.

Not yet.

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

Rock Star Kon AU

A comment on my first Rock Star Kon AU post inspired this little thing :]

Meet the parents? Kon doesn’t know Tim’s secret identity as Red Robin, Tim is immediately able to figure out that Kon is Superman’s son he didn’t know about. Clark had suspicions about being somehow related to Kon, the teen star on TV just had to many similarities to him for them not to be. (I’m giving them a health relationship because I fully believe that Clark would never, and I mean never abandon someone innocent, especially if that someone is technically his kid.) Clark gave Kon his kryptonian name, and supports him in his dreams of being a rock star instead of a full fledged hero. Clark’s mainly ok with it because it’s much safer than being a hero, plus it makes Kon happy, so win win. Don’t ask about how the law works with them, it’s all magically fine at the moment.

So we have post adoption Tim, who knows Superman’s secret identity, and Superman knows his and Batman’s secret identities. All sitting down at a dinner table, at a super nice restaurant, with a super villain, who only knows Superman’s secret identity, and a teenage rock star. Clark and Bruce have to pretend like they aren’t besties fr and are totally normal civilians, Lex (I like to think of Lex as the distant dad who puts in at least a little effort, especially after realizing he can’t control Kon) absolutely hates Clark’s guts and fully thinks Bruce “what type of animal is Tony the Tiger?” Wayne is annoying, and Bruce is full Brucie Wayne mode, and actively trying to not strangle Lex.

Kon thinks the tension is because he is dating a guy (although Lex doesn’t care that his son experiment is dating a boy, his problem is that he’s dating a Wayne.) Tim knows exactly what the tension is about and is actively dying inside.

[sanjisboyfie]

rockstar ! trafalgar law headcanons

trafalgar law x male reader ; he might seem ooc but he isn't, trust me. this is how law is supposed to be perceived, i talked to oda himself and sorted this all out with him before publishing.

-> listened to brooklyn baby by lana while writing this...hehehehheheehhehehehehe ps. i think that is my favorite photo of manga law ever oh my fuking godhes so hot.

rockstar ! law . . . did not get famous overnight, but also did not get famous on purpose...if that makes sense. like his ass was up posting his guitar covers on youtube for years before someone reached out to him on joining a proper band. but also he wasn't posting those guitar covers with the intent of getting noticed. he just wanted people to see how SICK he was on guitar (he's a not-so-secret narcisst). but also another reason he posted them was because of you, his boyfriend who he had been in a relationship for a year at that point, was encouraging him to do so. your support for him and his talent was really assuring and fuelled him to be confident enough to post them online. (he was kind of against the idea at first, probably saying romantic shit like, "i want only you to hear the songs i play," but eventually was swayed when you spent many minutes convincing him to)

rockstar ! law . . . when he finally goes on tour with his band, he is pretty insistent and headstrong in allowing you to come with. he doesn't care if he needs to pay out of pocket money to fund your stay with him and his bandmates, he will if he has to. because he's not leaving you for months on end, pursuing the dream that was only possible because of how you supported him through it. there's absolutely no way he's going on tour without his boyfriend.

law's tattooed arms were crossed over his wide chest as he listened to their manager and a team of people tell him and his band about their upcoming plan for their first ever tour.

after the end, when it was about time for everything to wrap up, law calmly asked, "what about bringing significant others?" this makes the executives share looks with one another before apologetically smiling at him.

"sorry, another person added onto the travel, boarding, and all that will not be able to fit into out budg-"

"then i'm not going," law says simply, already getting ready to storm out of the room. but the manager stops him by his wrist.

"n-now, let's not get hasty! this was not something we accounted for-"

"well you should've, i'm not going anywhere without him. i'm not gonna leave him." law states stubbornly, glaring down at the man that was much shorter than him, "he's either coming with us or i'm not going at all."

a silence passed over the room and his bandmates were internally praising law for having the balls to stand up to these powerful guys so carefree like that.

maybe that's what had made him such a good rockstar.

his passions that he was not willing to back down for, he'd settle for his desires being fulfilled or nothing at all.

what they didn't know was that all of those passions were singlehandedly fuelled by his immense love for you.

"a portion of it will have to come out of your pocket, then. we really don't have the funds to bring on another person. so if you can't-"

"i can manage. if that's all, and we're all good. me and [name] will be ready by the designated time and meet you all at the location with all of our things," law easily says, walking out of the room with his broad shoulders being the last thing the executives saw.

"wow, law is so cool!" a memeber, stage-named penguin, said with stars in his eyes.

"don't get any ideas." the manager immediately cuts them off before they can gush further.

rockstar ! law . . . is very openly gay for you <3 doesn't really care that people are expecting him to act a certain way because he is a rockstar, he could care less. he's said time and time again that the only reason these fans of his have the oppurtunity to appreciate him to such an extent is because of you. had it not been you encouraging him to post his covers, he would not be standing on that stage for them to admire. so he can be as shameless as he wants in displaying his affection for you. naturally, law isn't the most into pda, but when he hears annoying people batter him for being so into you, his boyfriend, he feels the need to piss them off even further.

law's calloused fingers were playing with the flesh of your waist as he held you close. it was dark in the after party room so he made sure to keep you secure to his side so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd.

there were a bunch of celebrities that attended their recent show scattered around the room, but he didn't care for them. not when he had you on his arm. plus, he didn't really like these after parties that much - he'd much prefer to be on the tour bus cuddling with you.

feeling unimpressed with the party, he turned to you to feel some comfort. when he saw how you were just taking in the view of everyone, he leaned down to kiss you, surprising you at the sudden affection. but soon, the both of you were just pressed against the wall of the room and blatantly making out with each other. his raven hair was messy by the time you two pulled away from each other and that knowing smirk of his was proudly plastered on his face.

the next morning, the internet were ripping law into pieces for still being in a relationship with you despite having access to as many beautiful women, handsome men, and alluring people that he could have wanted. he was a talented, well-known name in the scene with a handsome face and charming demeanor. he could have had anyone. and some were frustrated, for some reason, that he was still with you.

five years going strong in your relationship wasn't enough for the press to believe he was satisfied and completely settled down with you, for some reason...

he groans the moment he sees the headlines, throwing his phone to the mattress and turning into your side to be comforted by you once again. the only person capable of calming him down still remains to be only you.

"love you," he says against your skin, making you laugh at the sleepy confession.

"love you, too, law. you know i don't care about the stupid shit they say," you comment, making note of how tight his arms were around your waist.

he doesn't acknowledge what you say, only peppering more kisses to your bare skin.

rockstar ! law . . . kinda perfectly fits the rockstar bf aesthetic to a T. he's wearing the leather jackets and the other staple fashion pieces that scream "rockstar boyfriend." it doesn't help the way the clothes so perfectly fall into place on his body. he enjoys matching with you too, even if your aesthetics may not match. if he's wearing a heavy jewlery piece, like a necklace, ring, or bracelet, he buys a matching one that you would like and would be able to style. he doesn't mind discarding his iconic leather jacket for you if you are feeling cold. and of course, he's attentive, protective, and caring for you (and only you) - perfectly fuelling the fantasies many people have of that "rockstar boyfriend persona"

law was not known for being hot-headed. there were never any stories of him giving customer service people a hardtime, or of him trashing hotel rooms like many others in the same genre as him were guilty of doing. his overall attitude was off standish, but polite.

with a slight difference whenever he was seen with you. still off standish and polite, but specially doting and careful when he is with you.

his arm is always slithered around your waist or shoulders and he is always seen attentively listening to whatever it is you're rambling about. his eyes focused in on you, and only you, show that he is blocking out the rest of the world and listening to you intently.

the way he almost, kind of, definitely glares at people that interrupt your time together before he softens his gaze the moment you catch him making faces and scold him. he's completely wrapped around your finger, despite his seemingly intimidating and threatening persona, he's complete mush with you.

his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders as he protectively stood behind you. tonight, the two of you were at the bar and watching the live performance of the local band of the town you were in. due to your begging, he agreed to get off of the counter stool and dance and sway to the music with you.

his arms are resting in front of you as he holds your hands in his, completely engulfing them with the size difference. the jacket around you is practically drowning you as well.

he's rocking you back and forth, occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering sweet nothings to you. your cute moment unfortunately comes to an end though. some drunkard knocks into the two of you and spills their entire pint of beer on you and your clothing.

your first reaction is to take off law's jacket to spare it from reeking of the beverage, but law's first reaction is to push you behind him and size up the guy that knocked into you.

"the hell is your problem, man?! it was an accident!" the man defends himself when he feels threatened by your boyfriend.

law's one hand is holding your own, wanting to make sure you stay close to him some way, while the other is clenched at his side to form a fist. noticing how he was very close to landing a hit on the idiot's face, you pull him back by his shirt, "c'mon, people are staring,"

"don't care, this guy has got his head so far up his ass," law simply says, genuinely not caring at all that people were looking at him as if he were crazy.

"law, let's just go," he turns his head to you, his gaze softening as he turns.

he waits a couple seconds before speaking in whispers, "do you really want to go? i can just take care of him-"

"i do, really. let's just go, babe, it's alright, it was an accident," you continued trying to convince him.

"he could've done it on purpose, he could be a complete, total asshole,"

you laughed at his reasoning of giving the guy a lesson, shaking your head, "let's just go and get out of here."

law doesn't seem satisfied with having to let the guy go without any reprecussions, but if law is anything: he's a boyfriend that listens to his boyfriend.

so he walks away with you close by, tight grip on your hand, and silently cursing the asshole the entire ride home.

rockstar ! law . . . very casually dedicates the most romantic, sensual, loving, etc. songs to you when he is on stage.

"this one is for the man standing at side stage, waiting for me,"

"i've been with the same idiot for 5 years now and this song is for him,"

"this is [name]'s favorite, by the way. so if you don't like it, you can fuck off,"

rockstar ! law . . . who doesn't understand the way some fans really idolize your relationship. he loves you a lot and he's glad that they're accepting of that fact, but why are people on the internet asking him and you to adopt them...? or why are they calling the both of you their "daddies"? he's confused. he at least pieces together that they're being supportive, but he doesn't truly understand what they mean when they say stuff like "i wanna go to paris" underneath his posts of you and him on his instagram.

rockstar ! law . . . whose favorite audience is still you. he loves playing his guitar for you, just in the quiet of your room (when you're finally home for tour) and with you on the bed with his strumming as background noise to your reading, or whatever hobby you commit to.

his fingers move with such familiarity he can easily take his eyes off of the neck of the guitar. he looks at you with such love and care that it would make any onlookers vomit at how sweet he was being.

the song that he was playing was faintly resembling "can't help falling in love" by elvis, with his own personal twist. the moment you recognize the chords and notes, though, you look at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

he smirks, tilting his head, "what?" he'll ask with that annoying knowing look on his face.

"you're so cheesy," you comment with an eye roll.

"oh, don't be an asshole now,"

"not being an asshole, just being honest!"

law puts down the acoustic guitar, walking over to where you were and planting a kiss to the top of your head. clearing his throat, he begins to mimic the singer with exaggeration. it spurs you into laughter at his impression, which he only grins wider at. your laugh still remains his favorite sound in the whole world.

this soft side was only shown behind closed doors with you. and you liked it that way. no one else got to see your usually intimidating boyfriend with his walls completely down. how sweet and doting he actually was. polar opposite to that persona he put on whenever he walked onto those grand stages.

he was just yours right now.

and as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you can smile against his with comfortability. and warmness spreads throughout both of your chests as he smiles back.

and finally, rockstar ! law who definitely gets your name tattooed somewhere on his body. probably on his hands or arms tbh because that is the most visible body part of his that gets photographed and noticed due to how he plays the guitar. that way if anyone wants to take photos of him in his element, they'll see a small part of you that he carries with him everywhere.

[mysteryinkkat234]

Trafalgar Law Rockstar Headcannons

This was an idea I got from this post, and my friends and I came up with some fun ideas. And then I thought of maybe writing one-shots or a full chaptered story of a Rockstar Law x Reader.

Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for one shots, One Piece related, my DMs are open

DISCLAIMER: these headcannons have talks of drug addiction, Doflamingo and his bullshit, and NSFW topics such as bondage and dirty talks

Hope you enjoy!

* grew up with his parents wanting him to become a doctor, instead he started a rock band, called the Heart Pirates with Shachi (Bassist), Penguin (Keyboard and 2nd Guitarist), and Bepo (Percussion) and a bunch of other people

* He’s both a guitarist and singer, playing mostly Hard Rock, Prog Rock, and Alternative Metal like Blue Öyster Cult, Queens of the Stone Age, Slipknot

* They mostly play at underground stages, bars, Law tries to keep it indie and not spread too quickly

* They do start getting fans, but also majority of them, mainly feminine individuals, who really like Law. I mean how can you not? Tattoos, tired eyes, nice voice, chill attitude.

* Law’s family is actually pretty stacked, his mom and dad being both Doctors and his sister Cami studying to be one. He doesn’t really tell people about his family though

* As he was going to medical school he sadly fell into a bad crowd, following them to a group called the Donquixote Family. He soon was kicked out of school. He couldn’t tell his parents about it either, being homeless for a while.

* He soon meets Rosinante, a DEA agent and Doflamingo’s, the head honcho of the Donquixote Family, little brother. He lets Law live with him in his apartment, helping him with rehabilitation.

* Sadly, he’s unable to get him out of Doflamingo’s debt, Doflamingo asks for Law to work for him once in a while, playing music and entertaining guests at his local clubs and casinos, all while doing doing his Heart Pirates band, now with an ‘anonymous’ sponsor

* How Law meets the reader was a classic meet-cute. A record store, the reader was organizing records and bumps into Law. They bond for a bit, banter.

~~~

“You know I play guitar, in a band.”

(Sarcastic)”Seems that every guy that comes to me says they’re in a band.”

“Hehe, yeah sorry, did they invite you to their shows?”

“No, they say ‘we’re still looking a place to let us play’ and then forget about me.”

“Trust me when u say I have a band that has done a bunch of shows, lots of underground places if you’re interested.”

“Mayhaps~”

~~~

* and that’s how Law and reader met, and soon fell in love. The Heart Pirates get introduced to them, they rag on Law for being a softie but the reader likes them, they’re good to her.

* As Law and the reader are dating, she lets me sit in the green room, watching on a TV of the show, cheering for their boyfriend without the sound of other people gooning for him.

* Does Rosinante know about Law’s partner? Yeah but also he’s out of the house most the time, they’ve never bumped into each other before. Law tells his partner that they’re roommates and that’s all.

~~~

NSFW Headcannons:

* He doesn’t tell his fans that he has a partner, stuff like crazy fans trying to fight them in real life

* He’s heard some wild stuff at concerts yelled out by people. And in the back of his head, he’s reminded of his partner… and all the naughty stuff he’s going to do when he goes home

* Law likes the dirty talk, and the praise. “Every time I’m on stage, I think of fucking you in the green room, and no one would know.” “You’re the only fan I’ll fuck, and I’ll fuck you good. You have all of me, and I have all of you.”

* He likes fingering their partner while wearing rings, he likes to see them shiver from temperature play

* And bondage, loves tying his partner to the post of his bed, or partner tying HIM to the bed.

* Sex has never left the apartment, there have been some heavy make-outs in the green room and some perverted touches but he soon kept it cute and sweet in public in front of his friends.

* Shachi and Penguin will recommend the wackiest kinks to then get beat by Law.

[helianthus21]

Daniel, Louis and Lestat in s3 @ the vampire community are literally like

[snapeysister]

Just another of your random Barba/Esparza appreciation posts. Bow down to this rockstar. 😎✌🏽

[hihileesworld]

the others better watch out 'cause the boy is mine!!!!😏😏

[riveatstoes]

hello analogical side of tumblr i am not one of you but i have. so much respect and i’m so happy for the crumbs you got in the recent vid !!!

[fortherkives]

･:⋆｡𖦹🪐°⭒👽˚｡⋆:･ﾟ

[smuckygoobs]

my crackship quota has been filled

[keoxxy]

Fem law heatstroke

[indialadina]

🐯(🧑‍🎤)x👒(🎤)I saw @/artu_lwl punk rockstar Law and mmm..... 💕💕🖤❤️💞

[theredcuyo]

Gotta love how everyone in the fandom has just accepted that you can’t mess with Trucy “My parents, half long lost older brother, cool aunt and adopted sister are lawyers and my cool uncle is a policeman” Wright-Edgeworth (Gramarye-Enigma?)

[etherealher7060]

[pynkhues]

S3 rockstar Lestat era confirmed, Louis should return to his mid photographer phase on tour, they should kidnap Daniel to ghostwrite The Vampire Lestat and also be their reluctant couple’s therapist while Claudia haunts the narrative and Armand tries to sabotage the (world) tour

[adriheavymetal]

mr Kai Hansen