#this is cheesy and cavity inducing but im feeling soft for this boy

[whatstheoccasion]

"You are the rock on which I stand, Steady me, please take my hand, Hold me now until the break of day."

— Charles Wiles.

Pirates don't help people, he used to spit. I was not born into this world to help anyone.

Yet, as the fabric of your shirt softly shifts up your skin making you shiver, Law finds himself unable to stop the hand raising his blanket, keeping you warm.

You're not just people, though, he poorly excuses himself. You're more than just anyone to him.

Which is why he pretends to not notice how clingy you get when the sun's barely peeking through the windows, warm and bright enough to make out the shape of your face, features he awkwardly traces with the tip of his fingers, finding himself needing the intimacy, this closeness with you.

He cherishes these slight pieces of yourself you only show him. Asleep, vulnerable and soft to the touch, trusting this callous man to keep your dreams safe, Law has to bite his tongue to hold himself from repeating the same three little words to you like a fool.

He chastises himself for even thinking about it.

And then you start to wake up, with bloated cheeks and messy hair, your eyes still fighting sleep, and God, it's useless, Law thinks. It's an urge too hard to resist– but he refuses to say it out loud. He's content with protecting you as it is, tightening his blanket around you and trying to fix your hair.

Will it be too much for you, he wonders, impatiently waiting for your eyes to fully open, if he physically gives you his heart to keep, to protect?

"Law?"

You shove your face further down his neck, eyes scrunching in a tender way that makes Law's hands clench and unclench with the need to touch.

He hums low on his chest in response, bringing your body closer to his. When you don't continue, eyes closing again, he grumbles out, "Morning."

He feels your smile on his neck, one sleepy kiss pressed against it. "Good morning, love."

It hurts.

Up to this day, Law's guilt clenches with a vice-like grip around his chest, reminding him how he doesn't deserve this warmth, this forgiveness you give him.

It's a hole his heart still aches to fill– this disgusting need for affection, a need he can't allow himself to ask for out loud, but one he desperately looks for anyways.

When you're out and about on a new island, linking pinkies and pressing your side against his, teasing him for his pink cheeks and burning glare.

Aflot in the Polar Bear, dragging his tired self up deck to get some much needed sun in his system, his palms tingling where your hands held him.

On nights he's blessed with your pleasure, where he's insatiable until he makes you his– unsatisfied until every part of you is marked with his name, his traces.

So when you pull him closer to you now, he doesn't say a word. He doesn't tease you like he would any other day, doesn't call you out on how your body seems to always gravitate towards his– today he's not sure if his good intentions would come clear enough, and what if one last remark is what pushes you to finally leave him for good?

Law instinctively holds you closer, letting your body soothe his restless mind. You're here. You're staying. You love him.

You hug him even tighter in your sleep, entwining your legs together, impossibly closer to eachother. He's usually not positive for anything, but you're for sure a gift from his loved ones up above, because only those who cared for him enough could guide you to him.

He has one final thought before dozing off again, as the tiny fluttering of your eyelashes on his skin and the slight rise from the waves of the New World lull him to sleep, carrying so much fondness he doesn't even put up a fight when his eyes start to drop.

His heart is staying right where it belongs.

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

birthday boy - jean kirstein

jean kirstein x gn!reader

summary: it’s jean’s birthday, and he wishes for nothing more than spending the day with you.

warnings: none, enjoy this cavity-inducing fluff :D

word count: 518

notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN U DESERVE THE WORLD!!!!

also HEY! this is my first jean imagine so i hope it’s not too ooc!!

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your eyes lazily blinked open, registering the gentle warmth from the window hitting your skin. soft breaths brushed against your neck, emanating from the brunette resting his head on your chest.

the way his lips parted softly to exhale made you audibly coo. you carded a hand through his soft locks, smiling as he nuzzled against the gentle affection.

as you admired the sleeping boy, you suddenly remembered what day it was. you gasped, pressing a chaste kiss against his forehead.

his eyelashes fluttered, revealing sleepy brown irises. “wha-?” he mumbled sleepily.

“happy birthday, my love!” you wrapped your arms around him in excitement.

“you don’t think i’d like to sleep in a bit on my birthday?” he grumbled, annoyance waning as he noticed the adorable smile painting your face.

you huffed. “well it’s not like i was trying to wake you up, it was just a little kiss,  jeanboy.”

you grunted in surprise as a pillow fell onto your face, halting your speech. “don’t call me that, you sound just like my mom.” you heard jean groan in disgust.

“oh yeah?” you removed the offending object from on top of you, tossing it aside. “is that really such a bad thing?”

“not when you do it, i guess,” he sighed deeply, curling back into your chest.

you loved how grumpy jean always was whenever he woke up early. he was so very clearly not a morning person, which made for some very entertaining, half-asleep early morning banter between the two of you.

even more than that, you loved how cuddly he could be. not that he’d ever tell anyone - especially the suicidal maniac, god he’d kill him if he ever found out - but jean loved to be the little spoon. he would go to sleep, wrapped protectively in your arms and wake up with his face smushed into the pillows, an arm haphazardly thrown around your waist.

you loved how honest and vulnerable he always was with you. jean had a bad habit of constantly putting up a tough, confident exterior, leading others to believe he’s always at the top of his game, prepared for any situation that could possibly face him. upon meeting him, you quickly saw through the false over-confidence but, instead of ridiculing him like he feared you might, you helped teach him it was okay to feel scared and to let his guard down once in a while, which he greatly admired you for.

but, as they always say, the sum is greater than the parts, and that’s how you felt about jean. he was loyal, handsome, intelligent, funny - just about every quality you’d desire in a partner. sure he had his moments, everyone does, but your love for him was unwavering. he felt the same about you, of course; in fact if you asked him, he’d tell you he was utterly encapsulated by you the very moment he met you.

“jean?” you asked quietly, hoping he hadn’t yet fallen back asleep.

“yeah?” he murmured, his stubble tickling your throat as he spoke.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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I KNOW THE ENDING IS CHEESY IM SORRY IDK HOW TO END THINGS

this is the first i’ve ever written for any aot characters, so feedback is appreciated! mwah <3

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