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onepiece-writting-forest · 7 months

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I know what I will be binge reading. I only read two chapters and it’s already so good. I love how you depict Killer and Kid so far. Can’t wait for more! 🖤🔥

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❀ Kid x F!Reader ❀

❀ N.SFW ❀ 73.9k Words ❀

❀ Modern AU ❀ Ongoing ❀

❀ Serial Updated Every Other Monday! ❀ ❀ A two week break every 5 chapters ❀

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❀ Chapter 1 - "I Wanna Be Yours"

After years apart, Kid is reunited with you, his first love since childhood. You flaunt yourself in front of him, reminding him of why he wanted you for so long. However, the glaring reminder of why he never acted on his feelings walks in the door.

❀ Chapter 2 - "Brutal Hearts"

Kid wakes up on the couch to you sneaking back in after your dates. Once you steal his shirt and clean up, you both reminisce and catch up, stirring up his feelings as you open up about the painful reason you left your ex-fiance. Can Kid keep his hands to himself, or are you the one who spurs him on?

❀ Chapter 3 - "Ashes"

You and Kid fuck. That’s it, that’s the chapter.

❀ Chapter 4 - "Post Break-Up Sex"

Morning afters are totally great when one wakes up alone. In the sobering light of day, you and Kid have to confront what happened, and Killer…

❀ Chapter 5 - "You Could Be Mine"

You and kid set some ground rules and began a friends with benefits arrangement on the DL. Even still, he seems just about ready to drop anything to come see you, even if his roommates find it suspicious.

❀ Chapter 6 - "Through the Dark"

It’s Shitty Cinema Sibling Night, and Kid is invited. A night of food and spa treatments, and Kid and Killer wrestling for no real reason. The three of you settle in after Kid wins rights to the recliner. Killer falls asleep, you make a bold move to cozy up to Kid with your brother still in the room.

❀ Chapter 7 - "My Desire"

When Killer hosts a backyard barbecue for his friends, and yours tag a long, Kid starts to show off his body rather blatantly playing sports with the boys. None of this goes unnoticed, but Killer’s blood starts to boil when someone starts to show more than a friendly interest in you.

❀ Chapter 8 - "Chronicles of a Fallen Love"

Caught red handed, Bon Clay and Bonney convince Kid to come out with you to the club with the looming threat of exposing your secrets. You do your best to try and get kid to enjoy himself, but can he get over the secret being out?

❀ Chapter 9 - Candace to Arms/The Scotsman

The day of the Highland Games has arrived, and Kid is in a terrible mood. Between jealousy and awkwardness, he seems to struggle through the day. But it is when a bombshell of information lands in yours and your brother's lap that really sets the day off.

❀ Chapter 10 - Up The Spout

You and Killer have not talked to anyone in a week since you found out about your Step-Mom's pregnancy. Kid comes over with some beers to find Killer in his feels, and the two get down to business with more drinking. In a drunken state, Kid confronts you in the middle of the night on some fears he has.

❀ Chapter 11 - Pressure

While telling you about some recent developments with his roommates, Kid notices you are distracted. He is surprised to find someone from your not so distant past is bothering you, and takes it into his own hands to comfort you.

❀ Chapter 12 - Leave Me Alone

Kid answered your ex's phone call, and after taunting him and sending him into a near blind rage, Kid gets an idea of how to torture your ex further when you get out of the shower.

❀ Chapter 13 - Paint it Gold

Killer has a big choice to make that he confides in you for. The two of you spend a nice evening together and talk, which makes you start to realize that you have your own elephant in the room to address.

❀ Chapter 14 - Hero/Heroine

With your brother out of town, Kid wastes no time in being at your side for time alone together. When Bon Clay invites both of you over for a fancy dinner at his place. A handsome stranger makes Kid come to the realization that he needs to tell you how he feels, and asks for advice from an unlikely source.

❀ Chapter 15 - Follow Me Back

Kid’s time alone with you is like a dream come true. No sneaking, no hiding, no secrets. Planning an elaborate evening, he plans on finally telling you how he feels. However, when face to face with the truth and the reality, he struggles on whether or not he can do it.

❀ Chapter 16 - Hellfire

Your long romantic weekend with Kid comes to a close when you have to return to work. Nobody likes Mondays, especially when your terrible boss forces a meeting at the end of the day. Thank god you have Kid to distract you from your work.

❀ Chapter 17 - Fools In Love

With your meeting over, you take a page from Kid's book and decide to take matters into your own hands, doling out a fair and just punishment. In the aftermath of your bliss, the two of you come to the reality that there really could be something more between the two of you.

❀ Chapter 18 - Unfold

(Coming 11/06/2023)

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onepiece-writting-forest · 7 months

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Helping s/o to study

Got this request from @miyud04 🖤 Since I'm drowning in studies yet again, I thought thas was quite fitting. I could need that sort of support as well hahah, hope you enjoy.

Ace

-hasn't studying anything in a while so it's hard for him to empethatise with your situation, however he's still very supportive by nature

-he's careful with not disturbing you too much, yet at the same time checks on you regularly. He keeps bringing you snacks and refills whatever you prefer to drink.

-Ace also keeps check on your breaks, to your surprise. If you haven't had one, he gently asks you to do so. He tries to get you away from your desk for a few minutes, maybe suggest a shower or a quick tea break with him.

-If he can he will help your review your studies, ask you about it sometimes quite randomly during the day to quiz your knowledge. He will also let you ramble about the topics even if he heard it a billion times by now. As long as it helps your memory.

-overall a very sweet and gentle support, who learns a thing or two with you while helping you out. [Click here for more Ace content!]

Law

-Very supportive since he knows well how hard stuying can be. Even if he doen't take care of himself ideally, when it comes to you, he takes taking breaks and getting a healthy amount of sleep very seriously

-Law would even help you out making a study plan if that's to your liking. He might even give you a few tips on methods he likes to use, but doesn't push anything. He knows everyone studies differently.

-He will suggest to study together, as in study in the same space. He doesn't mind your company and is careful with not distracting you. Same goes to you however, better not distract him.

-Law is a generally curious person and will ask you about your studying topics. Besides it satisfying his cursiotiy, it also makes you repeat whatever you spend hours on and refresh the memory. Law is quite smart and subtle in his way how he helps you.

-He doesn't want to interfere too much with your work, however he will offer his help to you whenever you seem to need it. [Click here for more Law content!]

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onepiece-writting-forest · 11 months

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MACCHIATO [KILLER X READER]

[SUMMARY] killer drops by on one of his regular visits to the cafe, though this time he comes with a question. [PRONOUNS] gender neutral [GENRE] modern + coffee shop au [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 1129 [CONTENT] fluff | light flirting (?) [A/N] belongs to this one shot collection

“Can I get a large macchiato with whipped cream?”

The somewhat odd order caused you to look up from your screen, a smile flashing to your lips upon spotting the man before you. “Morning, Killer! Hot or iced?”

“Hot, please. With a straw.”

You hummed and tapped on the screen. “Anything else?”

“I’m here to pick up an order, too.”

You nodded and glanced down at the notepad that sat off to the side, the list of orders needing to be picked up and their recipients’ names written in Sanji’s elegant handwriting.

Eyes narrowing you leaned down to get a better look, a slight frown tugging at your features. “I don’t see your name on here, let me go ask Sa-”

“No need, [Name]-chan!” Sanji’s boisterous voice interrupted you, drawing your attention from the paper. He had pushed his way into the coffee bar from the back, a large, pristine white box in his arms and cigarette in his mouth. “I forgot to write it down, that’s all.”

You let out a quiet sigh in relief, turning back to smile at Killer. “The regular?”

“Same as always.” He nodded. Although you couldn’t see his mouth due to the blue and white striped medical-style mask covering the lower half of his face –nor his eyes, thanks to his incredibly soft-looking and bushy blond bangs– you knew he was returning your smile. “And in return…” He swung the military-esque backpack from his back and dug around in it, eventually pulling out three bags of different kinds of pasta.

Sanji excitedly took them from him, looking at the names of the pasta before nodding with a pleased hum. “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

“Likewise.” Killer nodded, and Sanji hurriedly made his way back to the kitchen, probably to get started on some sort of spontaneous pasta dish you knew would be absolutely delicious.

You finalized the order and prepared it for payment, flipping the screen around for him to see the total. “Cash or card?”

“Cash.” He shouldered his bag and pulled his wallet from one of the back pockets of his jeans, leafing through it for a moment and then pulling out a wad of bills. He glanced at the screen and then stopped, hand with the money freezing over the counter. “Ah, [Name], I think you put the order in wrong. It’s showing up as less than usual.”

You tried your best to hide the playful smile that begged to be seen, and focused on writing his order on a cup. “Oh, no, I just applied the friends and family discount. No worries.”

You could sense him frown. “There’s no need for that.”

Despite your attempts, you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting in amusement. “I know, but I want to. You’re a friend, aren’t you?” You looked up from beneath your lashes and smiled, sweet and demure.

It was obvious to everyone except Killer that you’d developed some sort of feelings for the guy. Despite only working at the cafe for a little over a month, you had easily integrated yourself into the group and had gotten to know all of the regulars (and semi-irregulars, too) and began building what you would call friendships with most of them. Killer, in particular, had struck your interests, the pasta shop owner arriving every Monday and Wednesday at nine forty-five in the morning without fail to pick up a drink and sometimes his order of cannoli for the store. He and Sanji had created some sort of barter-and-trade system, with Killer supplying the fellow blond with gourmet pasta noodles in exchange for the pastries.

You’d asked Robin to make sure you were scheduled for morning shifts on Mondays and Wednesdays after figuring out the schedule, much to the teasing of your coworkers and Sanji’s heartbreak.

“Hm, I suppose so.” There was a hint of hesitancy in his voice, but you simply continued to smile and took his payment, completing the transaction and handing him back his change. He cleared his throat and shoved the bills into the tip jar. “Is it just you today?”

You chuckled and shook your head, making your way over to the espresso machine, Killer following from his side of the counter. “No, it’s just been slow today so Usopp took his lunch early. He’s in the back for another, hm, ten minutes or so.” Your eyes flickered to the front door and then throughout the cafe, pleased at the small number of customers happily enjoying their drinks and pastries at the small tables.

“Have you taken your lunch yet?” He asked as you poured the milk into the frothing pitcher.

You shook your head and began prepping the espresso. “Not yet. I was going to take it after Usopp got back.”

“Would you…” He cleared his throat and you paused, lifting a brow as your hand hovered over the machine. “Would it be alright if I joined you for your lunch?”

Well, that you weren’t expecting.

It took a minute for his words to register, but when they did your expression shifted to the brightest and biggest smile you’ve ever conjured. “I’d love that.”

Again, despite being unable to see his expression, you knew he was smiling.

You pressed the button to pull the shot and began steaming the milk, feeling Killer’s eyes on you the whole time. Your heart fluttered rapidly in your chest, heat rushing up your neck to color your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You knew you must look like a flustered mess, but that could be considered part of your charm, right?

You topped off the drink with the requested whipped cream and popped on the lid, grabbing a straw and sliding both over to the masked man who easily managed to hold both the box of cannoli and the drink.

“Thanks, [Name].”

“Any time.” You beamed.

“I’ll, uh, wait for you at one of the tables.” He grunted, awkwardly nodding to one of the empty spots.

“Okay, I’ll head over as soon as Usopp comes back.” You rocked back on your heels, suddenly shy. “Can I get you anything to munch on, in the meantime?”

“No, that’s alright.” He shook his head. “I’m more than happy to wait.”

Another wave of heat rushed up your neck. “O- okay. Well, I’ll be over in a bit, then.”

Killer said nothing else and simply nodded, steadily making his way over to the table you knew was pushed into the farthest back corner, almost completely hidden from view from the bar.

Unable to contain your giddy smile, you went about cleaning off the steam wand and rinsing out the pitcher and shot glass used to collect the espresso, attempting to keep yourself busy until Usopp got back.

Ten minutes couldn’t go by fast enough.

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onepiece-writting-forest · 1 year

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what are we?

☆ characters: trafalgar law

☆ up next: tbd!

☆ summary: you drunkenly hook up with your captain one night. it happens again, and then again. but can you both truly continue with no strings attached?

☆ a/n: midterms just started! so i'm a little stressed but i will have another fic published by next week! requests are open so feel free to suggest ideas! currently working on some yummy zoro stuff... >:3

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law’s standards are straightforward

he has to know what goes where, when things happen, and how to deal with them

he’s a surgeon, after all.. procedure is his main priority, order is necessary

so when the two of you are alone and buzzed, and law acts on impulse… his entire world is turned upside down

You two were the only people awake on board.

A combined total of 4 beers and 3 drinks of whiskey between the two of you was creating a palpable tension in the room.

You and Law were playing a card game, laughing and giggling as you made up rules along the way.

You sat next to each other, and your chairs had gotten progressively closer with each empty beer bottle.

Your knees were touching now, and you looked up at Law, admiring the rare smile that sat on his face.

“This your card?” he asked, flipping it over to show you a four of clubs.

“Mmm.. I don’t remember. Probably not,” you giggled.

Law laughed with you, and placed it back in the deck.

“Let’s try again,” he said, shuffling through the cards, “Alright, I learned this one when I was a kid. Choose a card without showing it to me, then put it back in the deck.”

He held the cards out to you.

You followed instructions and placed the queen of spades back into the deck.

“Ok, now you shuffle ‘em.”

You scoffed, “No way, Law, that isn’t possible.”

He giggled, “It is! I swear.” He held his hand up.

You took the cards from him and shuffled, handing them back to him when you finished.

He flipped through the cards, and stopped near the end, pulling one out.

“This! This is your card!”

He turned the card to show you a jack of clubs.

You laughed out loud, holding your stomach.

Your eyes were closed and the sound of your laughter was like music.

Law’s gentle smile grew even larger, and he placed the cards on the table. Tucking the queen of spades, your actual card, into his back pocket.

Maybe he was drunk, or stupid. Or both.

But he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, crashing his lips against yours.

He kissed you with a completely unexpected passion, it was full of fire and want.

Like he’d been waiting for years to do it.

His mind suddenly cleared and he quickly pulled away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. His mind was racing. His heart was pounding inside his chest.

That was a terrible idea.

Your eyes were wide when he pulled away. But you leant forward and brought your lips to his, placing sloppy kisses against them.

“Y/n, wait- wait,” Law breathed, gently placing a hand on your chest to push you away.

You pulled back, a concerned look on your face, “Sorry, sorry. We probably shouldn’t.”

Your cheeks were pink and your lips plush.

You sat back onto your chair, neither of you making eye contact.

Law nodded, agreeing.

“Probably not.”

It was quiet again. The room felt stuffy and packed with tension.

You got up, still wobbly on your feet.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Captain.”

Law suddenly reached out to grab your wrist, you stopped mid-step.

You turned to look at him, and he stood up, unsure of what was going to come out of his mouth.

“Maybe,” he started, hesitantly, trying his best to think this through before it took a turn for the worse, “Maybe just for tonight.”

You pulled him toward you and the two of you kissed like it was the most important thing in the world.

Stumbling over and onto each other you made it to your room reaching for the door in between kisses and touches.

There was no break in your contact.

Even when entering the room Law kept his hand firmly around yours.

He pressed hot kisses against your neck as he pushed you up against your bedroom door.

His hands wandered up and down your body, indulging in every curve and soft spot on your body. You moaned into the kiss, pressing your chest against him, running a hand up through his hair.

His breath caught in his throat at the sensation, your minds blurred by the taste of beer and whiskey on the other’s lips.

He reached behind you and locked the door.

You pulled away from the kiss for air, and as though time had completely frozen over, you both stopped and smiled at each other.

your late night ‘hang outs’ became more frequent

this scared you to no end- you knew your captain

you’d go to bed with him and wake up alone the next day

when you were around each other it was awkward and law refused to acknowledge anything about the night before, was he embarrassed? ashamed?

you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to take this push and pull from him

what was he to you? your captain and friend? or your lover? and what did you want to be for him?

Law woke up about two hours after he’d fallen asleep, your warm body cuddled into his chest, your ass fit snugly against his pelvis.

He stayed still for a moment, mindlessly indulging in how your breathing was syncopated. You inhaled as he exhaled, and breathed out and he breathed in. It created a comforting rhythm that nearly lulled him back to sleep.

Instead, he blinked his eyes open and gently moved his arm out from under you, careful to not wake you up.

His chest ached but he knew it was best.

These hookups were mistakes and if they continued the consequences would be unrelenting, the only thing worse than doing this again would be to wake up by your side in the morning.

So he slipped on his shirt and made his way to the kitchen to grab you a few things before he started his day ready to make a half-assed attempt to forget the night before.

He knew, from previous experience, that it would be impossible.

He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, leaning against the counter, still groggy with sleep.

What is this supposed to lead to?

He concentrated on trying to visualize a future for the two of you but drew blanks. His mind was busy with getting across the Grand Line while keeping everyone alive- he had more important things to worry about that his crewmate he slept with when you both got too drunk.

I guess we should put a permanent stop to it. I think it’s called a boundary.

He groaned internally at the thought of stopping. He was failing to control his thoughts.

I don’t want to.

I like her but it’s too messy- Everything could go wrong.

It’s my job as captain to stay professional.

Ugh, I miss her already.

Last night was the last time.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a steady trickle of water that poured out of the overflowing sink dripped onto his socks.

He turned off the water and drained the sink, making his way back to your room.

He looked down at his hands before gently pushing the door open.

Advil and water? What the hell am I- Her boyfriend?

He told himself it was because he was the doctor of the ship. This was his job and you’d dranken far too much. He didn’t want you to wake up with a headache- that’s the last thing anyone on watch needs.

But as he set down the glass of water and painkillers, and snuck a look at your sleeping face, he was reminded that he’d gone back to see you again.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You slowly blinked your eyes open to shut off your alarm clock.

4:00 A.M.

You rolled over, suddenly very awake when you felt the emptiness of the bed next to you.

You sat up and turned on the lamp that sat at your bedside, the covers were drawn back and you realized you’d woken up alone. Again.

A glass of cold water sat on your night stand, with two advil next to it on a yellow post it note.

Doctor’s orders, it read.

You ignored both the water and the pills and made your way to the shower, ready to wash yourself of last night and get ready for the day.

you both should’ve considered the emotional consequences but you’d jumped into it headfirst and here you were now

friends, occasional lovers, and crewmates

you knew better than to hope for affection or romance but every time you woke up alone you were left with a bitter aftertaste for the night before

law can feel himself falling for you more and more and he thinks it’s the worst thing in the world

he promises himself that every time will be the last, but all it takes is one look at you for his resolve to completely crumble

so he does the only thing he can- distance himself

You somehow knew before he even said anything.

He wasn’t good at handling socially uncomfortable situations and with the way he shuffled into your room and refused to make any kind of eye contact with you, you figured you were in for one.

“You okay?”

He held up a hand to stop you talking.

You were admittedly taken aback- was he really… shushing you?

“Just- Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” Law said.

Great way to start, you thought, but you held your tongue and let him continue.

“We need to stop seeing each other. It’s a terrible idea to continue.”

You concealed your hurt by matching his tone, “Kinda hard to do considering we live together.”

“You know what I mean. The hooking up, the late nights, sleeping together- everything. It has to stop.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling embarrassment start to heat your face up.

That kind of raw pain that comes before crying started to spread throughout your throat.

If this wasn’t heartbreak you didn’t know what was.

You could feel a surge of heavy-hearted emotions building up in your chest, sadness, anger, frustration.

But worst of all- understanding.

You knew this was bound to happen sooner than later, and it would take a while to say out loud but this probably was for the best.

“Okay,” you said, finally breaking the silence

Law looked up at you for the first time since he entered your room.

He looked confused, and pissed.

“Okay? What, that’s it?”

Anger started to take over, you could cry later.

“Fuck off, Law. What do you want me to do? Beg that you stay?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Please!” you mocked, “Please don’t leave me! I’m so in love with someone I mistakenly slept with a few times! Is that what you want to hear?”

Yes, he thought to himself. Please, ask me to stay.

He stood up and brushed past you.

He lingered by the door.

It has to stop because I’m falling in love with you. I would do anything for you. It scares me. I can’t lose you. Ask me to stay. Please.

“I regret it,” you whispered, as he finally walked out.

“Glad that we finally agree on something.”

He slammed your door shut behind him.

The next few weeks were agonizing, for everyone, really

It was obvious something had happened between the two of you and the tension aboard the submarine was suffocating

You sat in the lounge area with Shachi and Bepo, helping them build a lego set they’d been saving up for and finally managed to get their hands on at your last stop.

“Ok, I’ll do the red part over here,” Shachi said, gathering the little plastic bricks into his hands.

“Y/n, you do these outer parts since they go down first,” Bepo said, pushing a pile of bricks toward you, pointing to the reference image with his paw.

“Ok!”

The three of you built in silence for a while, listening to the playlist playing from Penguin’s speaker you’d ask to borrow while you built.

Bepo was surprisingly good at it, but struggled to click the pieces off of each other because of his paws. Luckily, you had recently manicured nails and they proved to be perfect to unstick the peskier blocks.

“Why do girls get their nails done all the time?” Bepo asked, “Won’t they get ruined?”

“It’s a woman thing, buddy,” Shachi said, “What I don’t get is how much it costs!”

You laughed, and held your nails out for them to look at.

They agreed that they liked the glitter, and asked if you would do blue next.

You agreed.

The three of you got an impressive amount of the lego building done within the hour and were happily chatting until Law walked in.

Your back was to the door but based on the way your two companions tensed up, you knew who’d walked in.

He was quiet and didn’t say anything. He just went to sit in the corner, and quietly flip through a book.

You felt how the attention in the room shifted toward you.

How were you going to react?

You sighed and continued to build your part of the legos.

You knew this was Law’s silent way of asking for peace, and decided it was best to accept.

After a few minutes the tension had dissipated and Law suddenly felt a very deep sadness pour into his body.

You’d accepted.

You’d accepted that the two of you were over.

He left after another few minutes, part of him hoping you might be angry with him again.

Law doesn’t know how to process jealousy, especially if it’s romantic or sexual

When he’s around you he feels it often

He knows he’s overreacting and curses himself for it, but he can’t help it when you’re just so pretty!

The few emotions he can process are limited to strictly professional relationships, so when he’s confronted with his own feelings toward you there’s no question that he’s left just as, if not more, confused than he was before

Like when the crew ran into an old friend of yours a few weeks after your argument…

“Ace!”

You called out to the pirate proudly boasting a Whitebeard tattoo on his strong back, tossing the bags of supplies you were holding to Shachi, who just barely managed to catch them.

The boy turned around, and a beaming smile spread across his face as he ran toward you.

“Y/n!”

He picked you up and spun you around a few times, his arms wrapping around your waist, pressing your chest into his.

Law had stopped in his tracks and was watching silently from where he stood.

When Ace finally stood still you were dizzy and your hair fell messily around your face.

He looked up at you, still smiling, “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Would you believe I’m a pirate now?”

He laughed, “You’ve always had the reflexes for it. And the morals.”

Penguin whistled at the two of you, “Ok, lovebirds.. We’ve still got a ship to load.”

Ace gently placed you down, “Let me help.”

Penguin and Shachi exchanged glances, not daring to say anything until Law did.

“Sure,” Law said, barely loud enough to hear.

Immediately the two were upon him, forming a noisy chorus of questions,

“Is Whitebeard as terrifying in real life?”

“What’s the coolest thing he’s ever done that you’ve seen first hand?”

“Are Marco’s flames really blue or did someone make that up?”

“How did you meet Whitebeard?”

“Do you think he’s the strongest?”

“How much does Whitebeard drink in a d-”

Law cleared his throat, interrupting the barrage of questions that had already started to fluster poor Ace. You finished loading the Polar Tang within the hour, and finally took a break to enjoy the drinks Bepo had set out for when you finished.

You and Ace sat next to one another, talking and laughing.

The others were buzzing with excitement at Fire Fist Ace, debating amongst themselves how to nonchalantly ask for an autograph.

“So how do you two know each other?” Law asked, hoping he was coming across inconspicuously.

(He wasn’t)

The rest of the crew quieted down to listen.

Law felt his chest tighten and a nauseous feeling climb up his throat when Ace told the crew that,

“Y/n and I used to be intimately acquainted,”

and jokingly wriggled his eyebrows at you.

He tried to ignore how the feeling worsened when you blushed as you rolled your eyes at the pirate and hastily told the crew he was over exaggerating the nature of your relationship.

Law knew better than anyone that he had no right to feel any kind of possession toward you, yet the biting jealousy he felt as he watched you laugh and talk with the freckled boy was unrelenting.

“We met when she stole a very important relic from my that Pops had asked me to bring him,” Ace continued, “And she would’ve gotten away with it had she not-”

“Had you not decided to issue a reward for it.”

You stealing?

Law’s brain scrambled to try and picture you doing any such thing but he was drawing blanks.

“Well, long story short I exchanged the cash for the item, yada, yada, and everything was good.”

“And then a month later, I pickpocket the same freckled kid and he’s just as clueless about it. I feel kinda bad and in the hopes of getting another generous cash offering, I try to help him out.”

Ace smiled at you as you told the story, adding in, “Is it wrong to say I still feel flattered that you had a change in heart and decided to tell me you stole?”

You rolled your eyes again, and Law felt his heart sink even further as you failed to hold back a smile.

“Anyway,” Ace finished, “She decided to help me become less susceptible to sticky fingered pickpockets and we became…. friends!”

He put an emphasis on the word that made Law’s stomach ache.

Ace answered questions and signed posters, entertaining himself with the rest of your crew as you sat back and finished your beer.

For the first time that day, you made eye contact with Law.

You seemed almost apologetic, and offered him a half-assed smile.

He looked away and stood up, making his way toward his room.

following this unexpected, and unwelcome, fit of jealousy, law reconsidered several things regarding your relationship (and probably cried himself to sleep)

he understood how dangerous it was to try and pursue something not just for the both of you, but for the crew

it wouldn’t be fair to create a situation that could possibly cause a huge rift within the crew, if something ever happened or you ever broke up

but was it a risk he was willing to take?

instead of taking time to think about it, law found himself headed toward you

A dim yellow light poured out from below the door to your room, gently illuminating the hallway floor in front of it.

Two feet planted themselves in front of the door and nervously shuffled from side to side.

With a hand in the pocket of his sweats, Law reached up and gently opened the door.

He figured the two of you were past knocking.

You were sitting in bed, braiding your hair.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked.

“Of course, not,” you answered, patting the bed next to you.

He sat down, stretching as he did so.

His form fitting shirt lifted slightly at the hem, revealing the ink that covered his lower abs and upper pelvic area.

A flurry of butterflies danced in your stomach.

He settled himself onto your bed, a familiar and welcoming place of rest for him.

You finished braiding your hair and turned to face him.

“Something you wanted to tell me?”

He lazily smiled at you.

“Know me that well, huh?”

“Sort of.”

He sighed and sat up straighter, tugging at the collar of his shirt before he spoke.

“I know I’ve been a complete ass, and I don’t expect this to make it right,” he started, the dull throbbing in his chest growing by the second, “But I care for you in a way that- that I don’t for anyone else.”

You wrapped your pinky around his, and looked down at where your hands touched on the bed between the two of you.

Silence filled the room.

“Every second I spend not knowing where you are or what you’re doing is completely agonizing. I think about you all the time and if I’m not doing that then I’m praying to god that you’re thinking about me.”

Heavy tears gathered on your waterline and you blinked up to look at him, shaking your head.

“We both know how this ends, Law,” you said, “Tomorrow you’ll tell me you weren’t thinking straight. That you were out of line and we need to stay professional. And I agree.”

Law wrapped his fingers into yours, squeezing your palms together.

“Maybe,” he said, “But this is how I feel right now. How I’ve felt for weeks. I can’t- I can’t sleep another night without you by my side.”

A tear fell down your cheek, and you let him drag a gentle thumb across your face to wipe it.

“I love you,” you murmured.

He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

“I love you too.”

Tomorrow was uncertain.

If he didn’t wake up with his brain foggy with guilt and regret, then you would.

But there was a chance you both held on to with all the strength you could manage.

There was the possibility that you’d look past professionalism and worn out excuses. That you’d be able to hang up your pride and dive headfirst into uncharted waters.

Maybe if you could just focus on the feeling of your captain’s hands around your waist, the feeling of his chest breathing in and out against your back, the smell of him filling all your senses as you fell asleep in each others arms, limbs tangles and bodies pressed together- then just maybe it would work out this time.

Sleep pulled down your eyelids and slowed your thoughts.

You’d have to find out in the morning.

#emotionally stunted ass man

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