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cebwrites · 3 months

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Hello !! Love the way you write the heart pirates 🫶 if it’s okay to request, would you be able to do head-cannons on the silly hearts with a reader who tends to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere around the polar tang?

They don’t do it on purpose- honest! But they don’t realize how tired they are and fall asleep on instant contact with anything comfy :’) ((inspired by my own tendencies to crash on the couch or floor with a simple pillow or soft blanket, the occasional chair if the sitting position complies))

No need to write if it’s a little silly!! You can take it any direction you want, have the bestest of days and keep on writing your awesome work, take care!!

a/n: eepy gang rise up!! i have a habit of getting very sleepy after eating too of course it's okay, this is just about what i need rn actually _〆(´Д｀ )

for anyone new here, here's the hearts name guide <- i use for them!

Heart Pirates with tired Reader

masc reader, they/them law word count: 1.4k

At first, it's just after a hearty dinner that your peers catch you on the verge of falling asleep—Bas, Laeno, and Dorie pride themselves on making such good knock-out food—but slowly they notice how you're seemingly able to pass out anywhere and everywhere you can find a comfortable enough position to curl into

Provided it's not during an important briefing or otherwise Heart-related meeting, since nodding off during those tends to make your captain quite upset and you've crossed them on the singular instance of doing exactly that before, the crew knows to leave you well enough alone

You pride yourself on never falling asleep on duty, at least

On occasion, someone will wake you for additional work at Law's behest if you've already finished or call you down for supper or Penguin and Shachi have the mischievous inkling to do something prank-related; either they're dragged away by someone more responsible or get chewed out by Law for putting you in ridiculous poses to take pics of while you were asleep, upset about something along the lines of potential injuries

The more you get to know your crew and the stronger your bonds become over the years, the more you start to lean on other Heart pirates for your impromptu naps instead of just cozy inanimate objects; none of them have ever beaten the sheer comfitude of the weighted blanket in your quarters, though

Bepo is the easiest suspect being as big and soft as he is, and the friendliest too, Ikkaku is more than happy to lend a shoulder as the resident "big sister" (although she's younger than half the other members), and hell even Pen and Shach were comfy enough pillows once you got them to swear not to pull any funny business while you slept - lest you made balloon animals out of them

The others all warm up to you on their own time, depending on whether you've been there from more or less the start or you're a relatively new member to the crew

Ani is reluctant for physical contact, it takes you getting to know them a little more before she's willing to shake you awake or spend a while sitting next to you taking a nap in comfortable silence, gay uncles Bas and Laeno with the addition of Fang have dubbed themselves the unofficial official "carries you to bed" squad

The other gay uncles (Marl and Gul) are content to leave you where you are whenever you drift off but always bring a blanket when it looks like you're getting cold or you don't seem like waking up any time soon - Dorie and Hoki try taking you to bed but Dorie's always too loud and ends up waking you before then and Hoki, well, Hoki can't quite seem to pick you up as a taller, heavier man

By god he's trying his best, though that also has the unfortunate consequence of waking you up; you once overhead Hoki training with Fang with the express purpose of getting strong enough to carry you to bed like "everyone else" and you genuinely didn't know whether to be flattered or mortified

Uni's content enough to let you lay your head on their shoulder (arm, because frankly he's huge) for a short while, though eventually he gets antsy and needs to move but since you're there he can't, but also Uni needs to move while not waking you up, like a cat asleep on its owner's lap trapping them for all eternity; other crew members have found him in this predicament every so often and find it hilarious/a perfect photo-op while he can't avoid the camera's embarrassing lens

Some of these pictures have both of you napping together (he accepted his fate and fell asleep sitting up, their back makes them regret it later)

You're awkward around Jean Bart at first, as you were with everyone else in the beginning, though you did puff out your chest a little at the thought of being someone's senior much like Bepo, and slowly as you took the initiative to spend more time around him, you'd find yourself falling asleep with his knee as you pillow every now and again, sometimes even with his very large hand over your back as a blanket; Jean Bart too would fall victim to the pictures taken while he was at the mercy of your slumbering form, unable to flee

Clione and Hake, as much as you adore them as friends, have the unintended affect of activating your sleepiness once they go on another one of their longwinded rambles about a topic of special interest; you've apologized time again that it's not because they're boring you, not at all! Their voices are just so easy to listen to, hearing them talk at length about things important to them, it's a comfortable backdrop to doze off to

Hake laughs this off with light teasing, flattered that their voice is as soothing as you claim it to be, Clione has to be coaxed with a bit more than that, but usually gives in after you agree to buying him a treat of his choosing at the next island they drop anchor at

The captain themself—you aren't quite sure how to act around them, you were sure that they'd been upset by the first and only time you fell asleep during that crew meeting, making it a point to never do that again in the hopes of avoiding Law's ire, and although it didn't seem like they'd been that upset with you again, being around them still set the hairs on the back of your neck on edge; like you were being watched

To your defense, you were, but not necessarily in the way in the way that you would've assumed

It took nearly a year of being in proximity with and hardship with each other for Law to finally ease up being around you and another year for them to fully let you in - you realize in that time that the staring is just something Law does with everyone, their crew, strangers on the street, marines they're supposed to be on watch for, it was just something your captain tended to do

Plus, observation wasn't the only reason for their keen eye on you, at some point, Law had developed these—day they say, absurd—feelings, for you, and were at a loss for what to do; so, without consulting anyone else like the massive dweeb they were, decided that intense soul-burning eye contact was the way to go instead of just talking to you and getting a boyfriend that way

Some days it was an attempt to get you to make a move before they did, other days it was trying to blow you up with their mind for daring to make them feel this way, and on the days you felt like you were ignored by your captain even more than before? Those were the one where Law doubted their feelings the most, wishing to hide them away and feeling if you looked too closely, you'd catch onto their "true" intentions and they would simply dissolve under your gaze

A bit unfair, but when has Law ever been anything but?

Now, comfortable with the relationship you've built with one another, Law calls you into their office often to sleep on the couch there, or take a nap on their bed while they worked tirelessly still at the desk in their room; whenever they needed a break or you'd call them over, they could simply recharge in the comfort of your arms and you'd get a warm body to slumber against

It does seem, however, that once the both of you got together Law started being a bit more scrutinous about your random cuddles with other crew members whenever you fell asleep per usual, almost pouting when you gave your attention, albeit unconscious but still physical, away to other people

You tease them about it once other Hearts inform you about this very interesting behavior and turn scowls into kisses with light laughter

The only person seemingly exempt from this "cuddle = angy Law" rule is Bepo, but that's only because he's the baby and Law is unwilling to give up their cuddles on their precious bear either, so the both of you will sometimes just nap on him together, sometimes to Bepo's chagrin when he needs to move just like Uni

Bepo obviously clears, but at least now it looks like there's finally someone to challenge your weighted blanket <3

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swampstew · 5 months

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I saw this and thought of you--

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even like mushrooms but I'll do it for the aesthetic! Send me the recipe💘!!!!!!!!!!!!

#raven answers #cebwrites #not ask #spoopy recipes #moots being cute <3

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opheartzine · 1 year

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chloeleau · 1 year

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Chloe and Kirin discussing their scrunkly boyfriends and sharing hair care tips 🥰 Thanks for the amazing drawing @cebwrites !! Everyone go follow him, he and his oc Kirin are incredible! ❤️🔥

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lovinglawzine · 4 months

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Brightening up our OC/X Reader section is @cebwrites! Looks like Kirin and Law are enjoying themselves.

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n3on-graveston3s-calling · 4 months

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When You Move, I'm Moved

COMMISSION: @cebwrites Characters: Kirin ( OC ), Law, Penguin, Shachi, Reiji ( OC ), Izzy ( OC ) Ship: LawRin Word Count: 5,228 Rating: E Warnings: None; just a fun bit of action & smut. Author's Notes: For my first time writing Law in a long form piece, I'm p happy. Thank you for letting me play around with Kirin <3

The sun was high in the sky by the time they dropped their anchors. The island appeared to be relatively uninhabited- at least, on this side of it. As long as the shoreline appeared empty, undisturbed- that was good enough of a sign for the pair of crews. Kirin stretched languidly, almost cat-like, as his crew mulled about, trying to decide whether they wanted to feel the sand beneath their feet or take this time to rest. He could already see Penguin and Shachi on shore, the latter chasing the former across the white sand. Perfect. Swinging his legs over the bannister, he settled onto the gangplank with a soft ‘thunk’. The board bounced with each step, causing him to hurry along just a touch, even if the dock didn’t look any more promising.

The dock they’d settled at was old, he noticed; brows furrowing as he crouched down to study the wood. No one had used this in years- at least a decade, if he were being generous. The wood hadn’t been treated in far too long, threatening to give beneath his weight if he didn’t balance properly. The sound of footsteps drew him from his curios thoughts; Law approached, a brow raised, the silent question of what the fuck he was doing evident. “Old dock. Needs work,” he explained, rising to his full height. “I’m surprised it’s holding either of us, really.”

“I’ll make sure Bepo doesn’t get on it,” Law murmured, their gaze flickering to the Polar Tang. “Though, he’s more likely to just jump into the water.” The thought of Bepo taking a step onto the dock, the wood splintering beneath, and Bepo falling into the water in a near-comical fashion almost brought a smile to their lips.

“Can’t let you fall in, can I?” Kirin murmured, a hint of a smile curving his lips as he walked alongside Law, bumping his arm against their own gently. His hand twitched; the urge to take hold of Law’s own flashing through his mind before he quickly set that aside. Not here, not now.

Penguin screamed as Shachi tackled him. To the winner, the spoils.

“Funny, ha, ha.” Law huffed, rolling their eyes as they stepped off the dock, settling into the sand. They study their surroundings for a long moment, hands stuffed into the pockets of their jeans. “… Do you think if you released enough electricity at once, you’d turn the sand to glass?”

“What, like how lightning does?”

“Yes.”

Kirin fell quiet at the question, his head tilting. Now THAT was a question, one he hadn’t anticipated- nor really thought much of, really. “You know… I’m not sure. Never paid much attention to that.” His gaze flickered from Law, to the sand, to Law once more, a slow smirk curving his lips as they groaned at the familiar mischief that had taken over his gaze. “Wanna see if we can? I mean, you’re the one who’s supposed to know everything, aren’t you?” He teased lightly, stepping closer to the other Captain. A glance around their surroundings to ensure that no, no one was looking at them in the moment. Perfect.

“Hold on-” Law sighed, hands held out, palms facing out- the universal sign for fucking wait you overgrown puppy dog. “When we cross over into the New World- it’s going to be different. There will be stronger fights, more danger than anything we’ve experienced- both together, and apart. It isn’t going to be easy.”

“You say that like I don’t know that already.”

“I’m saying this because I need to get stronger.”

“… Oh?” Attention sufficiently caught, Kirin dropped the taunting tone for the time being. “You’re afraid something will happen out there that you can’t handle, right?” Law’s brow twitched. Bingo. “So you wanna take this time that we have now before we head in to… Get stronger?” No answer, not verbally. Sometimes, getting Law to talk was almost like pulling teeth. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, love.”

Ah, that did it. Law groaned, dragging a hand over their face, fingers dragging against the stubble that had settled along their jawline. They hadn’t shaved that morning. “I don’t want what happened to the Straw Hats-ya to happen to us,” came the admittance. What happened on Sabaody had been a shitstorm and a half. “And I need to be able to take care of it. Of everyone.”

“So, let’s think. You have your sword, yeah? And obviously, your Devil Fruit.” Kirin murmured, slowly pacing through the sand as Law watched him. “And I have my electricity-”

“Kirin.”

“Wha?”

“How does that… Work, exactly? The electricity.”

“Well…” He shuffles his feet in the sand, watching as a crab skittered away towards the water. “I dunno, really. I can just… feel it, you know? Like, you know when a storm is brewing? And you’re standing on the top of the Tang, watching the clouds gather? You can feel the air cooling, and there’s this… This charge in the air? Ozone, I guess you could call it. That moment before lightning strikes- when your hair stands on end and you realize that there’s a current flowing through? I can feel that- all around me. In me, too. In you- everything.”

“In… Me?”

“Yeah, so- if I were to stand close to you like this,” his lips curved into a slow, small smile as he stepped closer. “I can feel it even stronger. And really, if you think about it- really think about it,” his voice softened; a conversation just between the two of them. “It’s just a matter of learning how to harness that energy, to make it… Bend to my will.” A subtle brush of his fingers against Law’s arm had the Doctor stilling, their breath catching in their throat. “But if anyone can figure out how that works, it’s obviously going to be My Doctor, right?”

Zap.

The small jolt of electricity drew a sharp hiss out of Law as they took a sharp step to the side, their gaze narrowing as they studied Kirin for a moment. “I have an idea, then.”

“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Kirin feigned innocence as he raised his hands, lips curving into a wicked grin more befitting a predator about to pounce upon their prey. “Dunno what you’re talking about, Captain.”

Without warning, Law struck out, for once choosing physical hits over using their Devil Fruit. Their hand connected to Kirin’s palm, whose fingers closed over their fist, but they used that to their advantage. With a shove forward, Kirin stumbled back one step, then two, then three.

The fight began.

“There they go,” Reiji sighed, settling down in the sand beside Izzy.

“Pen and Shach are “sparring”, too.” Izzy muttered, an arm tossed over his face as he essentially sunned, lazing on the warm sand. If this got Kirin’s pent up energy out? Good.

“I won’t go easy.” Kirin warned with a smug smirk, watching the way Law straightened up, their brows furrowing over their gaze.

Their hand raised, head tilting to the side slightly as they watched Kirin shuffle around in the sand. “I’d be insulted if you did,” they countered, followed by the command of “Room!”

Kirin leapt to the left, watching as the blue aura settled over the area he’d been mere moments before. Law cursed beneath their breath as they followed through, dumping a few stray rocks off to the side in an annoyed movement. If they wanted to get out of their comfort zone and get stronger? Then he’ll drag them out, kicking and screaming. He lunged forward, taking Law by surprise, tackling them to the sand.

“Bastard!” Law wheezed, grabbing onto Kirin’s shoulders, hips rocking up to roll him over- a movement that normally worked, but now? Teeth gritted, they tried to force him to move, to roll, but Kirin was locked in place, knees in the sand, one arm braced against their chest, the other hand holding his weight. An annoying, and rare, grin spread across Kirin’s lips, baring sharp teeth.

But he wasn’t the only one with tricks.

Law fell still, studying Kirin for a moment before his fingers twitched. “Room!”

“Shit!” Kirin scrambled back, but it was too late, the aura settling around both of them.

Law lurched forward, grabbing his arm, only to get a sharp pulse of electricity coursing through them. A muffled yell escaped as they released Kirin, stumbling back as the aura broke. This was why they liked fighting from a distance, rather than up close and personal like they currently were. “Stop that!”

“Make me.”

“Damn brat.” Law ducked as Kirin spun, a kick that certainly would have done damage just barely skimming over their head. Kirin’s heel was directed into a small boulder- or, what was once a small boulder, as the rock cracked. Law backtracked quickly, putting as much distance between them as possible as the rock fell to pieces. So much power in one movement; it made them wonder what would have happened had that connected with their skull.

No, nevermind. Not something to focus on now.

“Room!” No hesitation could be found within their movements as they turned their hand over, catching Kirin off guard. “Shambles!” The aura dissipates as Kirin is sent spinning through the air, much to his annoyance. Law watched in barely hidden amusement as he flailed about in the air before landing none too gently on the sand. Almost like a cat. If a cat were less graceful. Maybe a rabbit would be a better animal… Law took the moment to grab hold of the hilt of Kikoku. The weight felt comforting in their grasp, a reminder of what they could do.

“C’mon, Captain!” Kirin hollered as he rose up to his full height, rolling his shoulders and neck. Electricity crackled along his skin, sparking across his knuckles, over the tip of his tongue as he swiped away a bead of blood from his lip. “Get over here.” Sand clung to their legs, to their arms, hands. Wasn’t fair that they were the only one covered in dirt.

“How’d you say it again? Oh, right,” Law hummed, shifting their stance. “Make me.”

Bloodlust began to sing within twin veins; hearts racing within chests as they met in the middle, the blow strong enough between the scabbard of Kikoku and the fist of Kirin. The shockwave generated was certainly enough to draw attention, followed by the one after, and again-

“How many is that?” Penguin asks as he wanders his way back over, Shachi trailing behind, brushing sand off of his cap.

“Six.” Tetsu hummed as he leaned back against the trunk of a tree, enjoying the shade it offered with its fanned leaves. Another shockwave; a near pulse of electricity danced through the air. “Seven, actually.”

“Get used to it.” Izzy spoke up, though he didn’t bother to open his eyes as Shachi plopped down to his left. “If you think this is bad, imagine how it’s gonna be when we cross over into the New World.”

“You think it’ll be worse?” Penguin asks, attention flickering between Izzy and Ikkaku, who had waved Bepo over to comb sand out of his fur. Izzy let out a snort, rolling over onto his front. Might as well get an even tan. “Oh, I know it’ll be worse than this.”

“Great. Awesome.” Penguin muttered, scrubbing his hands over his face, wincing at the sound of Law yelling. “At least the captain's enjoying themself…”

“Give up yet?” Law asked, panting heavily as they stood across from Kirin. Their hat had been set aside mid-fight after falling off.

Kirin wiped at his nose, smearing crimson. “Like hell.” He lurched forward as electricity crackled like lightning across his skin, reaching for Kikoku but falling short. Using the momentum of his fall, he struck out with his leg, tripping Law as they backed up. They didn’t fall, but that’s fine.

He slammed his palms upon the ground, watching as electricity crackled across the surface, racing towards Law who couldn’t dodge it, not this time. A muffled yell escaped as they went to their knees. To their right, a tree cracked as the remainder of the electricity discharged into it, the trunk splintering up the center.

Kirin surged; four large steps had them tackling Law forward into the sand, effectively knocking both Kikoku from their grasp, and the air from their lungs. As they wheezed beneath him, he looped his arm around their neck into a sleeper hold; cautious too keep it loose, just in case. Law fell still within his grasp, their breaths rattling.

“Yield?”

A beat of silence. Kirin tightened his hold subtly, feeling the way Law’s jaw clenched. “I yield.”

“What was that?” He taunted smugly.

“I yield, get off.” They grumble as Kirin releases them. With the grace of a newborn leopard cub, Law clambered to their feet, grimacing at the way their body ached in this aftermath. Sand clung to their cheek; they brushed it away with the back of their hand before reaching down for Kikoku, slinging the blade over their shoulder, which sang with the threat of a pulled muscle.

Kirin did a damn number on them, but it felt good. So good, in fact, their jeans felt a touch snug. The joys of bloodlust; the warrior’s true drug of choice. Speaking of Kirin…

Blood swiped away with the flick of a tongue draws their attention first. Kirin grimaced at the way his lip stung; Law fought the urge to reach out to grasp his face, to turn it this way and that way to study the damage that had been dealt. The feeling of sun warmed skin beneath their palms still lingered, fingers twitching as they turned away from their lover to study the beach.

“You made glass.” They break the silence, kicking a piece of what had once been sand, turned glass, towards him. They walked over to where their hat had been placed and took hold of it, shaking off the sand that clung to the fabric. They settled it back onto their head, shielding their gaze from the sun overhead.

It's too warm here.

Kirin leans down, grabbing hold of the glass with curious fingers. “Well, ain’t that neat?” He mutters, pocketing the glass as if it were some souvenir he’d found at a shop rather than a random beach in the Grand Line. He watches as Law rolls their shoulders; their lips curve into a grimace. “I know that last one hurt, Law.” He sighs as he steps closer, smoothing a hand over their back, feeling the way they tense before relaxing- sort of. “C’mon back to mine, lemme rub it out?”

“… Sure.” For once, they agree; they can feel the way the muscle is wanting to tense, and there’s only so much they can do themself. Walking ahead of Kirin, they catch a glance of Penguin and Shachi ducking behind a small rock formation. Ikkaku had settled down on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. Further back, Tetsu in the midst of a conversation with Hake that looked far more animated than Law wanted to even try to decode. Izzy almost looked like he was sleeping.

Huh.

“Oops,” Kirin murmured, gaze settled on a new cut on the back of Law’s arm. “Think when you took that fall, you hit a rock.”

“Did I?” Law huffed, raising their arm to look at the underside, brows furrowing at the sight of dried blood. It wasn’t anywhere near deep enough to leave a lasting scar. “Blame you.”

“Me?” Kirin gasped, though no heat was found within his tone as he stepped ahead of Law. “And to think I'm inviting you onto my vessel…”

Law hummed, gaze openly roving over Kirin's back; the way his muscles flexed beneath tanned skin, how sweat and sand clung to him. A quick shower would do them both some good, really, but something was lingering beneath the surface. their gaze trailed lower; Kirin had such a nice waist, that much was obvious. To feel the way their fingers settled on his skin, how his skin always felt so warm. Alive.

They swallowed roughly around nothing.

“Anyway,” Kirin continued; they realized that he’d been speaking this whole time. Oops. “Let me look at your arm while we’re here, yeah? I wanna make sure it isn’t too bad.”

“Mm.” Law hummed in agreement, climbing over the railing to settle on the deck.

Kirin smirked, reaching over to tug Law closer by one of their belt loops. The sudden pull surprised them, a soft grunt escaping as they collided with their lover’s chest. “Everyone’s on shore,” he murmured, ducking his head down to steal a quick kiss. He could feel the way Law had frowned at the display of affection- still so openly. “We’re alone on my ship. Alone. Completely.”

“You’re insatiable.” Law muttered, despite the way they, too, were craving their lover. It’d been over a week since they’d last been able to even sleep in the same bed, let alone anything more physical. Their fingers twitched as they moved further in, casually heading towards Kirin’s quarters. “C’mon.”

“Really?”

“I’ll change my mind.”

“Fuck, no, get in there.” Kirin’s voice dripped with excitement, a velvet purr that sent chills across Law’s skin and excitement pooling at the base of their spine. They reached out as Kirin passed by, grabbing hold of his waist and pushing him against the wall with ease. They pressed close, leaning on their toes to offer a kiss against his throat. “Law,” Kirin whined softly, brows furrowing at how easy it had been for them to move him.

“Could take you right here-”

“Don’t tempt me,” Kirin breathed, excitement beginning to take hold once more, mingling with the bloodlust that still sang for more. More violence, more grappling, more of feeling Law so close, their skin beneath his hands-

“-but I’d rather see your face.”

“Fucker.” Kirin muttered, though he didn’t try to shake Law loose. Rather, he shifted his hips, pressing back against Law, head tilting to the side to offer more space. His hand reached back, cupping the back of Law’s head, playing with the soft strands of onyx at the base of their skull. The press of lips against his skin had a soft sound of pleasure escaping as Law’s hands roved. Their fingers settled over his chest, thumbs brushing against sensitive nipples in a teasing manner. “Fuck, Law,” he whispered, eyes falling shut as the sharp sting of fingers pinching, twisting, shot through him, only adding to the pressure that had begun to build at the base of his spine, to the heat that was taking him over with each little ministration from their talented hands.“C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”

“You look good when you beg,” they murmured against the side of his throat, teeth catching against skin, offering a soft bite that had a keen escaping Kirin’s throat.

“You gotta try harder if you want that, then.”

Law took that personally. Their hands gripped his hips, pulling him back against their chest. “Room,” they murmured, “and Shambles.” Kirin didn’t even have a chance to tense before the pull of being essentially pushed through space, only to land in Kirin’s room, took hold. It was always a touch disorienting, his head swimming as their hands left his hips. “Bed.”

“Bossy.” Kirin snickered as he turned, tugging his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, smoothing his hands over his chest. The ache that settled in the muscles came from that one hit Law managed to get in. A soak in a bath could help that, later.

Law descended upon him quickly, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his skull while the other settled on his hip as their lips met in a none too gentle kiss. A hiss escaped Kirin at the feeling of Law’s teeth nipping at his lip; he could feel the way Law was smirking at the reaction.

Two could play at that game.

Kirin’s fingers ghosted along their sides, sparks of electricity dancing over the thin shirt that Law wore. A stuttered gasp spilled free into their kiss as they tensed, much to his glee. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured against his lover’s lips, reaching a hand up to pluck the hat away from their head, taking care to set it aside out of the danger zone. “Just give in, Captain.”

“Kirin,” the muffled groan of his name was all the warning he received before Law was pushing him back, back, back, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Down he fell with a soft laugh, gaze roving over Law, drinking in the flush in their cheeks, the way their chest rose and fell with quick breaths. The heat in their gaze was more than enough to confirm Kirin’s suspicions regarding their earlier activities.

“Why’re you pausing?” He asked, brows furrowing over a golden gaze that was darkened with lust. His hands roved, fingers drifting across his nipples, tracking the way Law’s gaze followed every movement.

“Enjoying the view.” Law replied, their lips tilting into a small smirk.

“The view’s better up close.”

“Brat,” Law muttered with a roll of their eyes. Their shirt was tugged off, tossed aside with little care to note where it landed. They settled between Kirin’s thighs, hands smoothing along the still-clothed appendages. “I could leave. Just go back to the Tang.”

“No, you won’t.” Kirin reached out, fingers dragging down their chest, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. Law groaned, the sound music to his ears, as they shuddered. “C’mon, Law. I want you, I need you.”

Law huffed, fingers making quick work on the first of Kirin’s belts, internally cursing their boyfriend for having a complicated wardrobe. They had half a mind to simply tear the clothes, but decided against that just as quickly. Kirin lifted his hips, helping them as they tugged their pants down once, twice, three times before they were falling to the floor. “Someone’s worked up,” they taunted, a smug smirk curving their lips as Kirin groaned, eyes rolling in annoyance. They always did this, teased him until he was near delirious with want and begging to just be fucked.

“I can and will kick you across this room if you do not-” Kirin’s complaints fell quiet at the grip Law had on his thighs, nails digging in as they leaned close, pressing a kiss to the large scar on his left thigh. “Oh,” he sighed, head falling back against the bed. Law descended upon him, then; tongue drifting against damp skin, toying and teasing in ways that had Kirin’s fingers smoothing through their hair, tugging on the short strands. His hips canted up, but each time, Law would draw back with a shake of their head.

Damn them.

A chorus of whines and half-formed begs later, Law had settled high between his thighs, their own pants half-tugged down in their haste to be close, to touch, to feel their partner. The need to feel his skin against their own, to feel the way he reacted to each small movement, each grind. How each press of lips to heated skin was driving them closer and closer to an edge they weren’t ready to dive over just yet. “There’s somethin’ I wanna try,” they murmured as their hips slowly rutted forward, the head of their cock bumping against his piercing over and over. “Trust me?”

“‘Course I do,” Kirin huffed, reaching out to cup their cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin. He’ll comment about how fucked Law’s hair had become later, even if it looks damn good like this, currently. “Whatever you wanna try, Law.”

“Good boy.” Law sighed as they adjusted, brows pinching inwards as the head of their cock caught on his entrance. They groaned as they sank into the tight heat, eyes falling shut as Kirin whined beneath them, his thighs tightening on either side of their hips. It was a stretch each and every damn time, regardless of how often they found themselves tangled together.

“Been too long.” Kirin whispered, worrying his bottom lip as he shifted his hips subtly, glad they remembered to put a pillow beneath his hips. It certainly made all the difference, now. “God, you’re so deep already,” whining, he opened one eye, only to feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight he was greeted with. Law, with their eyes shut, their jaw slack, chest rising and falling with heavy pants. What an ego boost, he thought to himself, a breathless little laugh escaping as he rolled his hips experimentally, listening to the way Law grunted at the movement, dragging them back to the present.

Hint taken, they reached down, grabbing hold of his thigh to press up, up, up- knee to Kirin’s chest, intentionally spreading him wider. “There we go,” Law muttered as they rocked forward, pelvis rutting against Kirin’s piercing, drawing free a warbling moan.

“Shit, Law, that’s- oh, God, you’re deep,” Kirin reached out, gripping onto the back of his own knee, holding it against his chest as Law began to move. It felt as if the air were getting punched out of them with each one, moans catching in his throat as he reached out to grip onto Law’s shoulder with his free hand. Nails dug into the flesh, creating crescent moons from how hard he gripped onto them. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, please.”

“Since,” Law grunted, slowing their pace to a slow grind, hips canting upwards to press just right, “you asked so nicely, I won’t.”

“Wha, like you had plans on stopping halfway through?”

“I could edge you.” It was a warning; a threat. They would. They had before.

“That is… Cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I dunno, sweetheart. Do you deserve to be punished?” Law all but growled out as they slid down to the hilt, leaning over their boyfriend who nearly yelled with the sudden movement. A smug chuckle escaped as they stole a kiss. Kirin’s hand found its way to their hair, tugging on the short, dark strands. “I think you do.”

“No, no, no,” Kirin begged, head whipping back and forth in desperation. “Please, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good, Law, please-”

“Dunno. You threw me around a whole lot out there. That wasn’t nice, was it?” They taunted, enjoying the way Kirin grew rapidly more desperate with each taunt, each faux threat. “God, you got even tighter around me just then. Do you want me to stop? To leave you here, unsatisfied? Not let you come like you’re begging me to?”

“Law!” Kirin gasped, hand slipping between their bodies- only to be batted aside by Law’s own.

“Tsk, greedy little thing.” They mumbled, though their concentration was beginning to slip. Kirin was so warm, so wet, drawing them in with each stroke.

His hands reached out, smoothing across Law’s chest, up towards their throat, fingers trailing against the sides in the ghost of a proper hold- but it was enough.

They groaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder as their hips rutted against his; they wouldn’t last much longer, not like this, not with how good he felt wrapped around their cock. They could feel the pressure building at the base of their spine, could feel the way Kirin pulsed around them, hear the desperate pitch in his tone. “Fuck, I love it when you beg,” muttering against their collarbone, they press open mouthed kisses along the warm skin before them. “Remember what I asked? If you trusted me?”

“Yes?” Kirin answered, a touch breathlessly, as they continued to punch the air out of his lungs with each thrust. The strain on his thigh was starting to wear on him; he shifted his hand, letting go to allow his leg to splay to the side. “Right there, right there- ‘m so close, please!”

“There we go,” that’s what they needed to hear, pushing back up to settle back on their knees, dragging Kirin’s hips up onto their lap as if he weighed nothing to them. Ragdoll; their little toy to use in that moment.“C’mon, come for me.” This was the fun part; their thumb brushed against where they joined. If they were right with this idea, then it would be the best god damn orgasm either of them had had in their lives.

“Countershock.”

Kirin stiffened up, a scream of pleasure tearing free from his throat as his climax fell over him in a startling crash, like a wave crashing over rocks during a swell. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what had happened; it felt as if electricity had come from Law, as if they had localized it to where they had been joined. His heart felt as if it had stopped; head swimming as Law stilled within him, spilling with a startled cry of his name.

Law sighed as they leaned forward, resting their head against Kirin’s chest. They couldn’t move even if they had wanted to at that moment. Everything was shaking, vibrating. It was like Kirin had shocked them- and truthfully, they think that he did, just a little, adding onto the charge from Countershock. They hadn’t anticipated coming from it, but they certainly came. Subtle rocks from their hips extended the pleasure for both as Kirin whined from the borderline overstimulation.

“How did you…?” Kirin asked after catching his breath, fingers brushing against Law’s spine slowly as they shifted.

They were careful as they pulled out, mirroring Kirin’s grimace at the drag. “Figured it out a few weeks back. Wanted to see if it’d have the same reaction that your little tricks do.” A smug smile curved their lips as they pushed themself up, gaze meeting Kirin’s own. “I guess it does.”

“Oh, you asshole,” Kirin huffed despite the smile that spread across his face. He reached up, smoothing a hand over their cheek, up into their hair, ruffling the dark strands even more. “You know…”

“Hm?” Law hummed, eyes closing as Kirin’s fingers offered a gentle scratch against their scalp, prompting chills to erupt across their skin. Just like a big kitty, Kirin thought to himself, amused at how easy it was to get Law to just relax when they were alone. “Ship’s still quiet…” He trailed off, leaning up to press one, then two, then three slow kisses along the expanse of Law’s bared throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, dragging out a shudder from his lover. “And you’re still hard.”

“Kirin.” That was a warning.

But warnings were suggestions, in Kirin’s mind. Grinning against their throat, he used his larger mass against Law’s slighter form and rolled them over, settling victoriously above them with a grin more akin to a wolf staring down at its prey. “Tell me you don’t want it.” He taunted, hips settling over Law’s own, grinding slowly. Law’s hands settled on his hips, squeezing the flesh there. Not pushing- no, pulling him closer, pressing harder, dragging a moan free from him.

“Show me what you got.” Law’s voice was hoarse, strained with lust, but the look in their eyes was nothing short of challenging.

“Yes, Captain.”

#one piece #Trafalgar law smut #Trafalgar law x oc #Trafalgar law x kirin #ship: LawRin #kanon's comms #they/them law #electrostimulation #fighting turns to fucking lowkey #good for them tbh #shachi one piece #penguin one piece #one piece oc #unholy scripture [ n s f w ]#one piece smut

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exzireart · 1 year

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A lil slasher fun with the boys 💀🪓🩸

{Ft. Maren @mew-ya & Kirin @cebwrites }

#one piece #fanart #oc #opfanart #one piece oc #op ocs #x drake #trafalgar d law #charlotte katakuri #Maren #Kirin #Ras the Thunder Beast #others oc

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fairyvearths · 8 months

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I'm in the @op-xreader-zine ! Keep an eye out for X Marks the Spot, dropping September 1st. I've written a piece for Bellamy, but if he's not your cup of tea, there's a lot of different characters, by a ton of talented writers and artists as well!

And massive love to @cebwrites for being my spot artist for this fic. Love the way you've drawn my mans :,,) I want to bite him so bad

(Oh—and the zine is free!!)

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #bellamy the hyena x reader #op x reader zine.#zine.#zine work.#pspspsps bellamy lovers it's time to wake up

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mamamittens · 7 months

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Spooktober 2023

Here will be the masterlist for the 2023 Spooktober event where I intend to link all the fics I post for it with the requestor tagged so they may find this post easily.

Please mind the tags on each post and titles may change. (If the summary sounds wrong for your fic, please message me so I may clear up any misunderstanding on my summary list)

(Vampire) Of Noble Blood - @sabo-has-my-heart

Astra never expected to be swept off her feet by a charming man at a Halloween party, but she's not against it either. But Sabo has a secret he's been keeping from her--and it's only a matter of time until someone endangers them both.

Vampire!SaboXOC(Astra)

(Werewolf) Room for One More+18 - @marco--the--phoenix

Marco and Ace are two lonely werewolves hoping to fill out their alpha/beta/omega trifecta. And they believe they've finally found him, whether he knows it or not. Now it's only a matter of finding out if the transformation blesses them with an omega of their own.

Marco!Alpha!WerewolfXAce!Beta!WerewolfXOC(Omega!Werewolf!Ray)

(Siren) High Note of a Punchline - @idiashroudds

Anna had never heard such an enchanting voice. And Buggy had never met anyone who genuinely liked his song.

Siren!BuggyXOC(Anna)

(Serial Killer) STALKED IN THE WOODS (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) - @raptures-finest

Andreas, wild at heart, only wanted to explore abandoned places with his friends. But this time, while venturing into the woods to find a forgotten mansion, he seems to have bitten off more than he can chew. And his list of friends shrinks as their corpses start piling up.

The Blair Witch Project (1999) inspired SaboXKoalaXKakuXOC(Andreas!Urban explorer)

(Dullahan) Don't Lose Your Head about It - myself

Thatch supposed he should ease up on the partying if he always ended up lost somewhere away from his body. Though he'd argue that this time, at least, it wasn't his fault. He's been found by a very helpful and lovely lady though, so really, he has no room to complain until that bastard Teach decided to come finish the job. Hopefully he can reunite with his body before it's too late.

ThatchXOC(Nikia)

(Mob/Gang) High Price for a Date+18 - @spitfire-of-the-sea

Saki's considered a lead in her field of research in the secretive government sector. Classified information is basically all she's handled for well over a year now. But apparently not all of it. Now she's seen something she shouldn't have and has to book it into arguably more dangerous territory. The Whitebeard Gang's territory, to be specific. Where she finds herself in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the city. Sparks fly and she finds he's more than willing to pay for her safety, in exchange? A date... and maybe something more.

(Kraken) A Great Big Family - myself

There are many dangers at sea. You've known this all your life and had lived to tell the tale. This may be where you meet your match though, as everyone knows how ferocious krakens are. As well as territorial. Now, if only someone told them that they're not supposed to be territorial over people.

You're not dead, but at what cost?

Sweet Child Reader & Kraken!WBP

(Old God) Dreams and Rebirth +18- @bookandyarndragon

She'd dreamed of a song her whole life. Faint and distant, it called to her with such beauty she'd been compelled to follow. But he had been patiently waiting long enough. Now that she was in his grasp, it was time to claim what has always been his, and start his family anew.

Marco!OldGod X F!Reader

(Demons) Prosperity and Sacrifice+18 - @cebwrites

An investigator follows the trail of misfortune and murder across an entire continent. And when they finally reach the end of the trail--they realize this is one mystery that should have gone cold.

Law X OC(Kirin!Demon)

(Ghost) Beetles and Juice, Tricks and Treats - @flamingoblubber

Beetlejuice had gone all out for what was arguably the most important holiday for himself. Thankfully, his sweetie, Jay, is willing to reel him in so he doesn't toe the line too hard or scar the neighborhood for life. He still stands firm that a few sand worms would really liven up the place.

Beetlejuice (1988) X OC(Jay)

(Scarecrow) A Heart Made of Straw - myself

Being a professional scarecrow is honest work. And Nikia has contracted with the Whitebeard farm for a few years now with no complaint. The job would be easier if she wasn't so fond of one of Whitebeard's sons, but it wasn't like she expected anything to come of it. Unfortunately, it appears as though he may be onto her... but she'd quite literally rather die than give herself away. So, who will win this stalemate? An honest country boy or an awkward introverted scarecrow?

(Boogeyman) Nothing to be Afraid of (Every Reason to Run) - myself

You never quite liked the wardrobe your new family got you. For weeks you could have sworn something was watching you from it. Stefan and Kotatsu both raising their hackles anytime it creaks open. But you didn't want to raise a fuss. But maybe you should have--if you had, then you wouldn't have been stolen from your bed in the middle of the night.

It's okay though, Echo says they know the way out.

(How our Seeds Grow) child!reader & OC(Echo)

(Mummy) Piece by Piece, You'll Come Back to Me - @sunken-diver

For thousands of years, Zoro has had an uneasy rest. Cursed to never die for his traitorous desire, he waits. Until one day he is awoken and finds he no longer has to wait to reunite with the object of his desire. They're right here. Ripe for the taking.

Mummy (1999) inspired Ft. Mummy!Zoro and AMAB!GN!Reader.

#spooktober 2023 #one piece #one piece smut #one piece yandere

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op-xreader-zine · 8 months

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❌SFW SECTION REVEALS❌ In order to separate art/fics easily they're divided by the pronouns used by the reader! Female - she/her Male - he/him Nonbinary - they/them Gender Neutral - No pronouns

We hope there will be something for everyone in the zine! It releases in three days, so stay tuned!

Artist Credits: @cebwrites @/reylayneart (twitter) @chloeleau @/mimscosara (twitter)

#one piece zine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece xreader zine

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skylerfox26 · 9 months

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Commission for my friend @cebwrites with his oc Kirin and Reiji and their partner Law💖

#one piece #onepieceart #art #commission art #commissions #law #trafalgarlaw #trafalgar law #tragalgar law one piece #ship

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cebwrites · 2 months

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hi cev! 💕 I'd like to request a katakuri x g/n reader drabble where they go on a date and reader requests that he not use observation haki! I think that has a lot of silly/cute potential

a/n: hey mew!! yeeeeesss i'm delighted to make more kata food for you >:3=

dates without haki (katakuri)

gn reader word count: 0.8k

You fix your appearance in the mirror one last time, catching your husband's reflection making subtle—intentionally muted—motions you recognize as Katakuri chewing his lip behind his scarf again. If he wasn't so worried about appearances, you'd suspect that chewing would show on his otherwise perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Kata-kun," he perks up at the term of endearment, leans down when you gesture to pick a piece of lint out of his hair.

He glares at the offending particle, a blemish on his spotless appearance, yet his gaze softens when you cup his much larger head in your hands to turn his gaze to you. You're perfect as you stand before him, not a hair out place or crumb on your cheek could change that. Not the lines under your eyes from hard nights' work and especially not when you survive hard-won tummy ache battles.

And, in his eyes, he's wholly unworthy to stand at your side as the flawed person he is, putting up that faultless mask for the people around him.

"We'll be fine." You press a kiss to Katakuri's forehead, something unspoken beneath your reassurance.

It wasn't easy for Katakuri to agree to something like this; of course, he'd do anything to be the exemplary partner you deserved, but turning off a reflex that'd borderline become part of his identity proved to be more difficult than he'd like to admit.

The two previous dates "without haki" had gone as smoothly as he could manage; using his future sight once his nerves got the better of him on the first [just a little peek wouldn't hurt, right?], and being forced to on the second when the lovely picnic you had planned with him was crashed by wannabe rookie pirates stepping into the Tottoland territory without knowing what they were getting to.

They were easy pickings for him, let alone the both of you together, but because of that Katakuri wanted to make sure that this time, you'd get the perfect date you asked for.

[See: You didn't actually ask for "The Perfect" date, but he made a fuss in his own mind about it anyway.]

So you set out with him today, taking a pleasant stroll through private gardens on the quieter side of Komugi Island before making a detour through the town to pick up pastries you'd ordered the night before - it's brief, so ogling of Whole Cake's creme of the crop can be kept to an absolute minimum. You've gotten used to the usual stares and some glares from the fan club, but the only thing that matters to you is the look on your husband's face when he turns to check on you.

Katakuri is perceptive enough to notice unwarranted looks even without his haki, you ease his worries with a squeeze of his arm and a passive wave.

He is, however, slightly spooked by a fat orange tabby on the way out of town without his future sight. Kata's grateful that there's no one but you here to giggle at the blunder, only slightly huffy at the laughter that rises from your person as you give the clever creature scratches and praise.

The two of you don't really relax until you're in the safe, private confines of the mochi construction your husband typically builds to eat his merienda in. This time, it takes the form of a grand but sealed gazebo.

Peace and quiet for the next hour or so secured, you let lose to rummage through the giant treat basket you picked up in town. With an offering of kisses and a giant spoonful of pudding to his mouth, Katakuri doesn't take long to unravel either, tucking his scarf neatly aside and allows himself to be drawn into your presence, your warmth.

You spend much more time than intended in that secluded little gazebo, the amble bubbling of the juice river outside a comfortable faraway thought as you spend your afternoon with Katakuri, joined only by that cheeky orange tabby content to laze around cutely in exchange for short belly rubs.

At some point you find yourself half asleep on your husband's chest, kissing his scars and unwilling to so much as expend the energy to check the time. The cat's asleep on his other pec, you press your forehead against it, careful not to wake the man beneath you. Because you know it means going back to work, back to the not-so-hum-drum life of living in Big Mom's empire and conquering islands to grow her territory.

That darling man you'd sacrifice life and limb for, the man you married despite hell and high water and his batshit family because you loved him more than life itself.

Still, being a Charlotte was exhausting, Katakuri knew this more than anyone, so you chose to be selfish just this once and went back to sleep, disturbing nothing in this dreamy little fantasy you'd built with him for the one afternoon a month he was free enough to spend with you, his partner.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece x reader #katakuri x reader #katakuri #op katakuri #charlotte katakuri #katakuri headcanons #gn reader #x reader #yes i had to mention #trans katakuri #at least once. he's cannon to ME

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Blind Date Event - Law X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @cebwrites I'm sorry it came in so late but I literally could not stop coming back to it and adding more fluff. I hope you like it!

Mostly fluff, SFW, Law X Male reader, first blind date experience. WC: 1.1K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

The coffee shop was cozy and adorable as you eyed the bookcase and fireplace. It had a quaint and rustic feel to it which you appreciated. You wanted this date to go well and an intimate space between you and your match was exactly what you hoped for.

The bell over the door rang as Trafalgar Law stepped in. He closed his umbrella and took his puffy hat off, shaking it free of water. A light drizzle had begun to fall as the two of you pulled up to the coffee shop and being the gentleman he is, Law offered to drop you off so you wouldn’t get wet while he parked his motorcycle. It was a nice feeling, having someone be thoughtful towards you. You could get used to that!

You met him at the door, “Thanks again, you didn’t have to do that but the gesture is appreciated. Can I buy you a coffee?”

His warm, honey like eyes crinkled at the outer edges as a thin smile pulled on his face. “Sure, so long as you don’t mind me buying the food. I have a bread intolerance.”

You both put your orders in and walked to a corner table close to the fireplace. The window was splattered with tiny rain drops, the sun fighting desperately to break through the gaps in the clouds. Law sat up partially and pulled a folded pamphlet from his back pocket.

“Did you get one too?”

You nodded. You had read that pamphlet over and over from the moment you heard about your match. Trafalgar LAW. The most successful cardiac surgeon in the tri-state area. And somehow single? And using a matchmaking service? Nope – you’re not gonna question the universe for this delightful gift in the form of a dark, lean, heavily pierced and tattooed man. A man who was slaying in his custom jeans and black button down that somehow clung to his muscled body. His ass more defined paired with his heeled motorcycle boots. Something inside you fluttered.

You’d seen the billboards and magazines of the Surgeon Who Defies Death, the man who like Keanu Reeves, had seen tragedy after tragedy strike down his loved ones but never taking him. And in turn he gave back by saving lives. In honor of the ones he couldn’t save, for the ones who saved him. You had to pinch yourself to keep from tearing up.

“_____, you ok?” his voice brought you back.

“S-sorry! I did but I didn’t bring it. I think it suggested some ice breakers and topics of discussion?”

He nodded, a small grin appearing on his face. “These feel a bit stale. C’mon, truth or dare? Who came up with these?”

“I don’t know, some of them have merit! We can start with something different if you want.”

“Sure. How about we start with hobbies? Can you guess mine?”

You sure could not, totally stumped. As a last ditch effort, “uhhhh foreign coin collection??”

His lead leaned back as he laughed, “close! Commemorative coins.” You were surprised at that, letting out a giggle. “Ok my turn.”

The way he eyed you had you squirming in your seat. The waiter brought out your drinks and food, and you were shocked to find that rice flour made for a great substitute in pound cake. Talking and eating, you both became more relaxed as you got to know more about each other. It was fun learning about the surgeon who seemed so…professional and stoic in his many interviews. He was actually pretty laid back and funny with a witty, dry sense of humor that kept you laughing and giggling as the cake and coffee disappeared.

The rain had begun pouring and lightning flashed in the background. Law looked up and a frown turned his lips down.

“Hmm we may be stuck here for a while. I knew I should have taken the car. _____ want to move this party to the couch in front of the fireplace? I’ll grab some more coffee, or hot chocolate if you prefer.”

You immediately agreed. The couch was plush and you sunk in a little as you took your seats on the cushions. Becoming even more squished together as he moved to pull his phone from his pocket.

“Want to see pictures of my dog?”

The polar bear face phone case reflected the glow from the fireplace as Law scrolled through the actual hundreds of photos of his white Pyrenean Mountain dog named Bepo. You cooed and awed at the massive fluff, acutely aware of Law’s arm oh so casually wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

Afternoon turned to early evening as the rain wore on. You two however didn’t even notice. After going through every single photo and video of Bepo and your pets, you had just hung on the couch. Enjoying the aura of the cozy atmosphere, the closeness between you – Law conceded to play the ice breaker games just for the excuse to not move. It wasn’t until your stomach growled that he checked the time.

“I’m positive this place has actual food we can eat. I know most first dates don’t normally last,” he checked his phone again. “Six and a half hours long.”

“World’s longest first date,” you giggle, hand covering your face a little. “I don’t mind, it’s been the nicest first date I’ve had in a while.”

A warm smile spread on Law’s thin lips. “You’re cute when you try to hide your face, d’you know that?”

Your eyes shot open, fingers twitching to cover your face but you had enough self-control to stop the impulse.

His smile got wider; you could see the flash of his teeth appear. “Want to make it even longer? Or we can take a 10-minute bathroom break and begin a second date right here.”

“Why not just start the second date now? Unless you need a break?”

He nodded, “Yeah I do. Cause I wanted to end our first date with a kiss but I can’t do that if we jump from the end to beginning. You gotta give me some wiggle room.”

You were certain your eyes were as big as dinner plates. “Oh,” you breathed, leaning closer into him.

“Can I—” he started, pausing when your hand reached to tug on his sleeve. He didn’t miss the way your eyes were twinkling in anticipation. As he began to tilt his head, you tucked your head to lean into the crook of his neck. He wasn’t letting you off the easily.

Lips barely tracing your ear, “______, can I kiss you before we start our second date?”

You nodded furiously into his skin.

“Then you gotta stop hiding,” he chuckled.

That was incentive for your head to snap back up, meeting his eyes while yours slowly shut. Law closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours. He smiled as he heard your soft gasp, eagerly kissing him back. “Best first date ever.”

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #blind date event #trafalgar law x reader #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #one piece trafalgar law #law one piece #law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #op law #surgeon of death #one piece bepo #traffy #law x you #law x y/n #law x male reader

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