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The Only Exception

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Reader

Trafalgar Law, usually reserved and distant, has never been one for physical affection. So why does he let you—naturally clingy and warm—get away with it?

Word Count: ~3,300

tags: clingy reader, fluff, shy law

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The first time you reached for Law’s arm, it was instinctual.

You were walking back to the Polar Tang after a supply run—rain threatening in the sky, your boots slick on the muddy dock. He was a few paces ahead, as always, when you nearly slipped on a loose board. Reflexively, you reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his long coat.

His body tensed instantly, stopping in place.

“Sorry!” you blurted out, pulling back just as quickly. “Didn’t mean to—just almost slipped—”

He looked at you over his shoulder, unreadable as always, but his eyes lingered. His voice came cool and even. “Be more careful.”

That was all. No annoyed sigh, no irritated lecture. Just a flick of his gaze, then he kept walking.

But after that, he started walking beside you instead of ahead.

——

You were naturally affectionate, and Law had learned this within days of you joining the crew. It wasn’t flirtation, not always—it was just how you were. Warm. Familiar. Physical. The kind of person who bumped shoulders when walking, looped arms without asking, and leaned your head on someone’s shoulder without a second thought.

Tonight, after a long day at port, you dropped onto the seat beside Law in the ship’s library. He was already buried in a medical text, as usual. You nestled close without asking—your shoulder brushing his, your legs stretched beside his chair, your presence as calm as the sea outside.

Law stiffened slightly, his eyes flickering from the page. You didn’t see it, but the tip of his ear turned pink.

“Long day,” you sighed, yawning against his arm.

He didn’t say anything—just hummed faintly. The book lowered a little. Not all the way, just enough for him to glance sidelong at you.

He might not have known it, but the warmth of your presence seemed to calm him. In this quiet space, with only the faint sound of waves against the ship’s hull, he was willing to let you stay.

It was different when other people did the same thing. He’d immediately pull away or give a short, sharp remark.

The crew had learned that the hard way—particularly Shachi, who once tried to drape an arm around Law’s shoulder during a card game.

“Oi, get off me,” Law had snapped, clearly irritated. It wasn’t a playful tone, either. It was the kind of irritation that came from someone who didn’t like to be touched—especially by people who weren’t you.

You’d been watching, and when you saw Law’s discomfort, you’d laughed softly. He glanced over at you, eyes narrowed, as though trying to tell you, “Don’t start anything.” But you only smiled, your heart warm at the thought that, with you, it was different.

Now, when you reached to rest your cheek on his shoulder, he didn’t lean away.

Instead, his fingers twitched slightly against the edge of the book.

You didn’t need him to say anything. You could feel it—the way he held still for you, how he never once pushed you off. You weren’t sure if he liked it, but he let you do it.

——

The next day, you were helping Shachi in the storage bay, sorting spare tools and bantering back and forth. He said something stupid—something about using a wrench as a weapon in a bar fight—and you couldn’t stop laughing, slapping his shoulder and leaning against his back.

It was innocent. Harmless. Like how you treated all your close crewmates.

But someone else was watching.

Up on the walkway above, Law’s footsteps paused. He was heading to his quarters with a logbook tucked under one arm—but at the sight of you and Shachi, he stopped.

Just for a second.

Then, calm and deliberate, he called down, “Shachi.”

The crewmate straightened like a soldier. “Y-Yeah, Captain?”

“You’re behind on engine rotation reports. Five hours late.”

Shachi blinked. “Oh, I thought Penguin—”

“I said five hours late.” Law’s tone was even. Flat. Dangerous.

Shachi flinched. “Right! Right! I’ll get on that—sorry, Captain!”

He bolted from the bay, practically forgetting the wrench in his hand.

You turned toward Law, surprised. “Was he really late?”

Law didn’t look at you directly. “No,” he said.

You blinked. “So…?”

He adjusted the book in his hands, still calm. “Just tired of his voice.”

That was a lie. An obvious one.

Your brow lifted, but you didn’t press.

As he turned to walk away, his voice dropped—barely audible:

“Don’t lean on him like that.”

You stared.

But he was already gone.

And later, Shachi would mutter, “I swear I almost got Room’d into the freezer…”

——

Later that evening, the crew was winding down. You sat beside Shachi again, elbow-to-elbow, watching Bepo try to balance spoons on his nose.

Law sat at his usual corner seat—book in hand, drink untouched.

Then came the flash of blue light.

“Room.”

Suddenly, you were gone from the table and seated beside him.

The crew went quiet for a beat, startled. You blinked at your new surroundings.

“…Really?” you muttered, turning to Law. “You Room’d me?”

“You were in my seat,” he said blandly, not looking at you.

“This isn’t your seat.”

“It is now.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious.

Across the room, Bepo coughed pointedly. Penguin mouthed, jealous.

Law didn’t look your way, but his fingers tapped against the tabletop—close to yours.

You didn’t move away.

——

A storm rolled in that night—the Polar Tang rocked gently, water pattering against the hull. You found Law still awake in the infirmary, sitting near the window, watching lightning flash over the ocean.

He didn’t react when you entered, just glanced over.

“I thought you hated distractions,” you said softly.

“I tolerate some.”

You stepped closer, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “You can say you missed me. I won’t tell.”

His lips twitched. “I didn’t.”

You sat beside him anyway. For a while, you just listened to the storm.

Then, you reached out—slowly—and took his hand.

He didn’t move.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “You really don’t notice, do you?”

You tilted your head. “Notice what?”

He stared at your joined hands. “That I only let you touch me like this.”

Your heart stuttered.

“You think I’d let anyone else pull this clingy crap?” he muttered.

You blinked, caught off guard by the statement. “…I didn’t think you liked it.”

“I don’t,” he said immediately.

There was a pause. His mouth opened like he was going to say something else—then closed again. He shifted his weight, suddenly restless.

“…But I like you.”

The world seemed to slow.

You stared at him, wide-eyed. For a second, you weren’t even sure you heard him right. Law didn’t say things like that—not plainly, not easily. But there was no mistaking the way his gaze dropped, or the faint flush climbing up his neck.

“Wait—what?” you said softly, heart hammering. “Say that again.”

He stiffened, eyes snapping back to yours, and in that exact moment, you saw the regret flicker across his face. Like he wished he could suck the words back in, stuff them into a drawer and lock them away.

“…Say what?” he asked, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

“That you like me,” you said gently.

He turned his head away, one hand flexing at his side. “…You misheard me.”

A smile curled at the edge of your mouth. “Liar.”

A long, tense silence.

Then finally, he sighed. “You’re persistent.”

“I am,” you agreed, stepping closer.

He didn’t move.

“I’m annoying,” you added, pressing your palm to his chest.

He looked down at your hand. “Definitely.”

“And clingy.”

“The worst.”

You leaned up, whispering against his jaw. “But you still like me.”

He hesitated.

Then, barely audible: “Yeah. I do.”

You smiled.

“Then prove it.”

And this time, he kissed you first.

——

Not much changed after the confession—at least not in public.

You still clung to Law whenever you felt like it. When no one was looking, he’d reach for your hand first. He’d Room you to his side without a word. Let you nap on his chest, fingers tracing his tattoos like they were secret maps made just for you.

And one day, when you leaned teasingly on Shachi during a crew card game, Law didn’t interrupt.

He just walked over, placed a quiet hand on your shoulder, and spoke without looking at anyone.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone else.”

You turned, startled by the sudden words.

Law met your eyes. Calm. Certain.

“Only exception,” he murmured, so soft only you could hear.

You stared at him, heart skipping. Then you smiled—slow, warm, full of affection—and leaned into his side where he let you stay, unbothered and unwavering.

Captain Trafalgar Law might not have liked touch.

But with you?

He made room.

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Hi! I'm the one who asked for the Straw Hats' ideal types. I'm here to ask the same for other characters: Law, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, and anyone else you want; honestly, I'd read about anyone. Thanks for feeding me <3

Hello anon, thank you so much for your continous interest (●ˇ∀ˇ●) 💕 Glad you like my writing so much and shower me with compliments LOL And I'm so sorry for not replying sooner. I've been sick since Monday morning 🤡I'm still kind of feverish, but I'm recovering

Anyway, this was a lot of fun!!

Ideal Types

feat. LAW, ACE, SABO, SHANKS, BUGGY

Straw Hat crew's version here

LAW

Law needs someone who…

is honest, intelligent and kind

puts more weight behind their actions rather than their words

has a nerdy or geeky quirk

is willing to let him have his space and demands some independence of their own

Law can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-doubt

feelings of inadequacy

seeming cold-hearted (to others)

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

clinginess and being too emotional

Law sees you and knows, because you resemble him so much, that you’re misunderstood. You aren’t cold or arrogant, you’re just a little too… reserved. You naturally distrust people who haven’t proven themselves and he finds comfort in that, eager to do just that. And just like that, the image you’ve wrongfully earned yourself just melts away. Like him, you’re a deep thinker, introspective and self-critical without even trying but nonetheless very much skilled and a valuable addition to any crew. Law feels lucky to have you because it’s validating to have someone around who gets him, who understands every precarious situation and who’s able to see the bigger picture. You trust in his ability to make the right call, assisting him in every step of the way. You watch over him without expecting anything in return, you’re just loyal to a fault and want to show your gratitude. Your actions make him do a double take and he starts talking to you more often. And once your walls crumble, he realises that you’re actually… incredibly cute and kind of… what he’s been waiting for.

ACE

Ace needs someone who…

values family a lot; they need to love the Whitebeard Pirates and Luffy (and Sabo) unconditionally

lives in the moment, but regularly thinks about the past and the “what ifs” of life

wants to prove themselves or others wrong/ wants to achieve great things

is self-aware, caring and compassionate

Ace can help you cope with these character flaws:

self-loathing

impulsivity

people pleasing

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

arrogance and dismissiveness

Ace sees you and, at first, views you as a threat. Deep down, he still cannot come to terms with who he is, and thus believes that you’re the upgrade. You don’t carry the same baggage he does, which means being around you is actually pretty great – and Whitebeard thinks so, too, that’s why you’re on the Moby Dick and not just some random member aboard the grand fleet. Yet… once Ace digs deep and tries getting to know you, he feels terrible for treating you so horribly; you’re unlike anything he’s ever seen. Your hardships are a part of you, but you don’t let the past define who you are, you use it as a tool to improve the present. On top of everything, you don’t push him away after he’s opened up. If anything, you pull him even closer. He’s so, so grateful to have found you. Maybe – just maybe – he’ll learn to like himself… after all, if someone like you can love him so dearly, he cannot be so bad, right?

SABO

Sabo needs someone who…

lives freely without constraints, doesn’t care what other people think about them

pursues a deeply humanitarian dream

is just, hard-working and unique

thinks rather than feels

Sabo can help you cope with these character flaws:

being too idealistic

sorrow

perfectionist tendencies

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

different political ideology and laziness

Sabo sees you and knows you have what it takes. You’re unafraid of tension and you’re quite abrasive when it comes to the intolerable… and your track record is just as impressive. You’re a rare gem who doesn’t sell their principles to get ahead in life – you chose this path out of conviction, not due to a lack of options. Maybe that’s why he recommends you for a position much higher up the ladder where your potential would be seen, where your voice would be heard and matter… Eventually, Sabo would notice a dangerous flutter in his chest every time you worked together. He would linger around you longer than necessary and try to get you to talk about your personal life just to get closer to you. Your story is fascinating, he cannot help but be angry at the world for throwing you away. Well, kind of – you’ve landed right in his arms, so it’s not that bad now, is it?

SHANKS

Shanks needs someone who…

wants to go about life at their own pace

is outgoing, emotionally intelligent and warm

has the street-smarts and strength to defend themselves if it came down to it

hopes for peace and believes in equality

Shanks can help you cope with these character flaws:

procrastination

bottling up negative feelings

stubbornness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being too fragile and selfishness

Shanks sees you and doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so eager to be taken care of – you just sniff him out like a hound dog and nag at him about his terrible habits constantly. He thinks it’s sweet that there’s someone amongst his loyal crew members who still believes he would change his ways. They all let go of it at some point.

…Until you don’t let go of it at all. You shadow him and relentlessly pursue his heath and happiness. At first, Shanks wrongfully assumes that you’re trying to be the captain’s favourite, but he could only watch in astonishment as you pull the same stunt on all the others. “Benn, you smoke too much. Roux, why in the world are you lifting that crate by yourself, let me help. Yasopp, you will cook these beans before eating them or so God help us all.” – he hears your voice in his head echoing his own sentiments towards his friends. It suddenly feels too real. You’re just… like this. It’s in your nature to be warm. And you offer the same warmth to… Shanks. Larger-than-life, mythical, legendary Shanks. He’s just another man in your eyes… It makes him nervous.

BUGGY

Buggy needs someone who…

feels rather than thinks

engages in creative activities and has something that fulfils them

is loving, direct/ straightforward and clingy

reassures him and would be his anchor in life, an unshakeable constant

Buggycan help you cope with these character flaws:

deep insecurity/ self-pity

abandonment issues

competitiveness

An absolute dealbreaker would be…

being distant and indifference

Buggy sees you and knows that you’re different from the rest. Not unlike him, to be honest, but that might be wishful thinking. He just feels inexplicably drawn to you; he revels in your proud smile whenever he praises you for a job well done. Sometimes he thinks that you crave his approval just as much as he craves yours… once you tore down his walls, you’re all up in Buggy’s business. Worst thing is that he doesn’t mind at all. He likes having you around, you’re not half as much of an idiot as all the other troglodytes he keeps around. The thing that he doesn’t get is, though… you actually don’t think quite as highly of yourself. It’s not humility, you’re plenty humble, but it reeks of insecurity… and believe him when he says that he knows that stench all too well. Well, you might just need a proper hype man to tell you that you’re the most amazing person to ever walk this wretched Earth, darling! One day you’ll wear that title with pride.

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Op men and you saying ‘I feel safe’ to them.

Law

Wasn’t exactly expecting that to come out of your mouth and would find himself recognising what you said for a bit before he actually reacts.

It’s a small, almost missable smile spread across his face as he tips his hat down to conceal his eyes away from your prying ones, mainly so that you didn’t see the red flush that shot across his cheeks that would’ve been perfect ammo for your teasing.

‘It would good thing if you weren’t so stubborn and reckless half the time.’ Law would try to come across as unmoved by such words but his words were soft and light -a hint of humour almost- as he tried to ignore the warmth within his chest, something fluttering within his stomach and a newfound need to keep you safe and sound as best as he could.

You shrug. ‘I’ve got my captain doing double duty as a doctor to keep me healthy, so I’d say I hit the jackpot joining you.’ Law swore you were trying to kill him then and there with your words as the warmth upon his cheeks seemed to double, and the Surgeon of Death refused to look in any reflective surfaces in fear of just how blistering red his cheeks were, that and not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being under his skin.

Law may try to act indifferent to your words like he’s been told this a million times over, and yet there was a silent understanding between the two of you that it wasn’t true, and that Law was very much moved by such words and was trying to regulate his own emotions from the surprise and act accordingly.

You didn’t need to voice anything as your expressions gave you away to Law, telling him that you knew how he felt about being considered safe, having been privy to his past in the form of a late night conversation where neither of you could bring yourself to sleep. You were close enough to know and so you knew what saying those words to him meant, for it was intentional on your part to let him know that you would stay by his side, no matter how hard he would try to keep you at arms length.

He’s glad that he’s come far enough from where he’s use to be for someone to see him as a source of comfort, and he’s glad that that person was you in particular.

Ace

He smiles wide and would even take his hat off and put it on your head, pushing it down playfully so it would cover your face and just as you push it back up so you could see him again, his eyes were as soft as his smile as though he couldn’t quite fathom someone finding safety with him.

‘You okay?’ You’d ask, wondering if you had said anything wrong.

He’d chuckle and kneel in front of you and grasp your hand between his warmer ones -though not before kissing them- and his thumbs caressing your knuckles slowly and softly, as if he was trying to recognise that you were very much a real being stood before him and not a daydream he had made up on the fly one day.

‘I’m more than fine after hearing you say that sweetheart.’ Ace replied, kissing your hand once more, ‘I’m more than fine, like I could do just about anything.’

And he meant it! Your words brought forth a strength out of him that he didn’t think himself capable of having, yet he shouldn’t be surprised for recently he’s found that anything positive you said left him feeling as though he could move mountains. He felt as though he could accomplish the impossible, be more then what he thought himself as because you thought highly of him to do so, become more and recognise that you feeling safe with him was a sort of love within itself as to Ace it was entrusting him with you and everything that came with you.

He couldn’t be more happier knowing this, more prouder then he was, as he rests his head against your own. ‘I’m really happy and it’s all thanks to you.’

Zoro

He opens his eye to look at you for a moment before closing it again, bringing an arm over your waist and pulling you close until you were tucked into his side, protected and safe as you claimed he had you feel.

There’s no many words exchanged in the moment, mainly because Zoro was desperate for a nap after a vigorous training session and hadn’t left himself even the slightest bit of energy to even speak, he just wanted to rest and preferably with you cosily tucked into his side as you were right now with your cheek squished against his chest.

Yet the words that left your lips were enough for him to feel prideful of himself, to know that his constant training had proven itself to have paid off in keeping you safe, something that only told Zoro that he was even closer to accomplishing his goal then he was prior. Yet while his dream was one that took full presidency within his mind, so the idea that you were at your safest with him, withholding no fear of ever being hurt when he was nearby was a new revelation for the swordsman.

He didn’t doubt his ability to keep you safe before -he had done so many times in the past- but something about you actually saying it made all the difference to Zoro as his thumb caresses your side as his grip remained like that of steel. He felt as though making you feel safe had become a vow he had now taken upon himself amongst the many others that he has accumulated overtime, vowing to keep training in not only surpassing the greatest but also in keeping you and the crew safe from greater harm.

He didn’t take things light heartedly and to say he didn’t take your safety lightly either was an understatement. He found a sense of accomplishment in your words but also found himself wanting to exceed himself in making you feel such as way, in keeping you within that mindset of safety and security with him without it feeling overbearing or underestimating your abilities in keeping yourself safe; something he would hate if ever done to him, so he never dare do that to you either as it wasn’t right.

So while he might seem like he was ‘napping’ he was actually keeping a watch over you as you slept on his chest, keeping you protected from whatever he may deem a threat to your peace, squeezing your side or pulling you a little closer to him when he felt you weren’t close enough for him. He wasn’t boastful of his strength, he was rather humble and could see where improving could benefit him, never settling where others would think was their pinocle of strength.

So for you, for the crew, for himself and his dream Zoro would always strive to be stronger then he is the day before, for not only did he had a life long goal to achieve; but he also had you to keep from harms way and Zoro wasn’t one to half arse anything. You might feel safe with him now, but soon enough he hoped you’d feel protected by him in the future.

Buggy

Think you might’ve broken him by saying such a thing.

Someone feels safe with him? You feel safe with him? Buggy was torn between asking if you were mad and questioning your choices in who you saw yourself safest with, or just out right celebrating the fact that he was chosen first for once without feeling as though you wanted something out of it!

He might say some shit like ‘I’m glad you do because I would’ve questioned you if you didn’t feel safe with the flashiest fool in all the seas!’ But internally he’s second guessing himself on what this could mean besides the obvious positives, he’s more likely to make people laugh then ever make someone feel safe and sound within his presence, but Buggy wasn’t you and he couldn’t and probably wouldn’t be able to know where your mind was at when saying such things.

It’s sweet and genuine but it also came with an expectation for him to always make you feel safe with him, which he knew wasn’t your intention but it was just how his brain worked. He’s never been someone that people could look at and feel a sense of safety with, just a flashy clown that held no real threat to the likes of others of higher bounties, not that his bounty was something to scoff at either and he’s worked really hard to get a bounty that massive!

So your words left a tingly feeling within him that lingered after you left. Your words echoing within his mind for the rest of the day as he smiles with pride, knowing that even if he might be the laughing stock of the seas, Buggy was still the one person you would be safest stood next to no matter what; and suddenly having everyone’s eyes on him didn’t matter all that much anymore, not when the only eyes he cared about now having on him was yours and yours alone.

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indulge me i havent drawn for myself in like a month

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Trafalgar Law. And Roronoa Zoro. Two characters commonly hyped up as being the perfect examples of like. Cool strong aloof powerhouses or whatever.

When in reality, both of them are sooooo lame and soooooo pathetic (affectionate). They try sooooooo hard to look cool, but Law's a petty, uptight loser nerd who hangs out with a big teddy bear every day. And Zoro doesn't know left from right, is also petty, doesn't wash his ass, definitely an alcoholic. They're both easily embarrassed and they Will throw a public hissy fit when made fun of.

They're both so uncool it hurts, but they successfully fooled all of us into believing they're the resident gigachads and it's SO funny.

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Medics Trio at the arcade! 👾

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He's a dangerous criminal who has killed people, he absolutely will bite (especially when sleep deprived)

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"I love you."

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hellow^^ can u please write where female reader is jealous with Robin after she teleported next to Law on that one episode in wano? thank you!! :>

Shambles of the Heart

law × reader

a/n: this was fun to write ngl

words count: 5.1k

tags: jealousy, fluffy, soft law, wano arc

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The dimly lit passageway beneath Wano feels both ancient and mysterious. You trail behind Robin, Law, and Sukiyaki, your footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. The air is thick with history, each corner revealing remnants of a bygone era.

As you descend deeper, the path opens up to a vast underground cavern, revealing the submerged ruins of an ancient civilization. Robin’s eyes light up with scholarly excitement, immediately approaching the window at the end of the narrow corridor to look at the submerged city.

You can’t help but smile, watching her so absorbed. You’ve always admired Robin’s passion for uncovering history’s secrets. But then, a feeling begins to gnaw at you. You glance over at Law, who is walking beside you, hands stuffed into his pockets as usual, his expression unreadable.

Without a word, Law suddenly vanishes from your side, reappearing instantly beside Robin with a soft pop, courtesy of his Shambles ability.

Your brow furrows.

You feel your stomach twist uncomfortably, but you try to brush it off. It’s nothing, you tell yourself. They’re just really curious about ancient things. No big deal.

But then, as you look at them, you see how close they are in that narrow corridor, how their faces are so close, and the blue light of the sea filtering through the window. Their eyes are locked on the submerged city, their curiosity shared in that quiet, intimate way that makes something uncomfortable stir inside you.

Yup, this is making you incredibly jealous.

Couldn’t he wait and go there after her? The thought keeps repeating itself in your mind.

You feel a familiar heat creep up your neck. The jealousy isn’t rational, you know that. It’s just a small moment. But the way they stand there, side by side, engrossed in the same discovery, makes your chest tighten. You wish you were the one standing next to him. You wish he had walked over there with you first.

You bite your lip and try to keep your emotions in check. You turn your head, staring at the ancient walls, anything to avoid looking at the two of them.

After a long, painful moment, Robin turns back to the group. “This city is beautiful,” she says with wonder, taking one last look before stepping away from the window.

You exhale, the tension easing slightly, but you remain silent. You don’t look at Law.

Sukiyaki continues his explanation, his voice drifting in the background as you remain lost in your thoughts. You hear Law’s voice faintly asking something to Robin, but you don’t pay attention. You’re too busy trying to ignore the hollow feeling in your chest.

After a few minutes, Law glances over at you. He notices the distance between you and the rest of the group “You cold?” he asks, his tone soft, but there’s a hint of concern.

You don’t respond right away, not trusting yourself to speak. Instead, you take a step away from him and pull your coat tighter around your shoulders “No, I’m fine” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady.

He watches you for a moment, clearly sensing something is off, but doesn’t press. Instead, he turns back to the group. The rest of the walk feels awkward, and you can’t shake the feeling of being left out. Robin and Law fall into a quiet conversation, their voices too soft for you to hear. You trail behind, keeping your distance.

When you finally emerge from the underground ruins and return to the festivities above, the warmth of the Flower Capital feels suffocating after the cold, stone silence of the caverns. The vibrant energy of the crowd greets you, but you’re not in the mood to join in. You push through the throngs of people, not stopping to talk to anyone.

You spot Zoro leaning against a nearby wall, a sake bottle in hand, clearly in the middle of trying to relax after the earlier chaos. You make your way over to him, your steps quick and deliberate.

He looks at you as you approach, one eyebrow raised “What’s up?” he asks, his voice gruff but casual.

“Can I join you for a drink?” you ask, trying to sound calm, though your heart is still tight with frustration.

Zoro takes a long swig from the bottle before tossing it to you “Sure, but I’m not a bartender.”

You catch it and open the cap, feeling the familiar warmth of the alcohol. You take a deep drink, the taste sharp and bitter, but it helps clear your mind, even if just a little.

Zoro glances at you again, sizing you up “What’s bugging you?”

You shake your head, not meeting his gaze “Nothing.”

He’s not convinced, of course “You’re clearly pissed off. Who pissed you off?”

You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you take another drink. The liquid burns its way down your throat. Finally, you speak “It’s nothing, really” you mutter, “Just… tired, you know?”

Zoro shrugs “Whatever. You’re the one with the problem. But you’re not fooling anyone.”

You roll your eyes “I’m fine, Zoro. Just… give me a little space, okay?”

He doesn’t argue, instead turning back to look at the ongoing festival. You focus on your drink, taking another sip as your mind drifts. Law’s face flashes in your mind, his voice asking if you were cold, but you quickly push the thought away. You don’t need him right now. You just need to get through the night.

Later, you feel the vibrations of footsteps approaching, the soft sound of boots against the wooden floor. You turn slightly to see Law walking through the crowd, his eyes scanning for you.

You lower your gaze, pretending not to notice. You can feel his presence, even from a distance. He stops a few feet away, hesitating.

“Hey,” he calls softly, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd “Are you… okay?”

You don’t look up at him, just nodding slightly “I’m fine.”

He steps closer, but you take a small step back, avoiding him “You’ve been distant,” he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of confusion and concern “What’s wrong?”

“I said I’m fine” you repeat, a little more sharply this time, hoping it will make him stop asking.

For a moment, there’s silence. Law doesn’t say anything more. He doesn’t push you.

Finally, he sighs softly, his shoulders slumping just a bit “Alright… if you need me, I’ll be around.”

You don’t answer. You just take another drink, eyes trained on the distant lights of the festival.

The night stretches on, and you can feel the festival around you, but it feels distant. The laughter, the music, the clinking of glasses, they all blur into a background hum. You take another drink from the sake bottle, feeling the warm liquid settle in your stomach, but it doesn’t settle the discomfort inside you.

You can’t shake the image of Law and Robin standing together by that window, the way he teleported next to her so easily, so naturally. That small, casual moment gnaws at you, and the jealousy that stirred deep inside you now feels like a weight in your chest.

It’s not just that they were so close, but that they seemed so in sync in their shared interest. Robin, always the scholar, and Law, always serious about uncovering secrets of the world, their faces lighting up at the same things, discussing the ruins like they were the only two people who could understand the weight of history. You admire both of their passions for history, but right now, it makes you feel small. In that narrow corridor, they were a pair of like-minded souls, and you felt like an outsider.

And it hurts. You’re with Law. He’s yours. But seeing how deeply they connect over this shared interest stirs something in you that you don’t want to acknowledge. You can’t help it... it makes you feel inferior, insecure. It’s like you’re not enough for him when it comes to the things that matter most to him.

You take another drink, trying to drown the thoughts. But it’s no use. The image of Robin and Law, engrossed in conversation, their faces so close, keeps replaying in your mind. You were standing there, watching them as they practically shared the same breath, and it hurt.

Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe you’re being unreasonable. But you can’t deny the sting of seeing them so close, the way they were so absorbed in each other’s thoughts, their passion for the past so easy to share. Couldn’t he have waited for you? Couldn’t he have walked the few steps to the window like you did?

Zoro doesn’t say much after that, keeping to himself, but every now and then, he gives you a sideways glance, probably sensing you’re not fine. He knows better than to press, though. It’s one of the reasons you like drinking with him. No judgment. Just quiet company.

But then, just as you’re about to take another sip of your drink, you hear it – the familiar sound of boots against the ground. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat.

Law is standing there again, just a few steps away. You don’t turn to look at him, though you feel his presence as if it’s pressing against you. He’s silent for a long moment, his eyes lingering on you, and then he speaks in a voice softer than you’ve heard in a while.

“Can we talk?”

You don’t respond immediately. Your fingers grip the bottle tighter, your knuckles whitening as you fight the urge to snap at him. You don’t want to talk. Not yet. Not when your emotions are still raw and tangled up in confusion.

Finally, you take a deep breath and mutter without looking up, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Law’s voice remains steady, though you can hear the faintest crack of frustration beneath the surface “There is. You’re avoiding me.”

You feel a sharp pang of guilt, but you push it aside “I’m not avoiding you” you say, but even to your own ears, the words sound hollow.

“You are.” He steps a little closer, but this time, you don’t move away. Maybe you’re too tired to put up the wall again “You’ve barely said a word since we left the ruins.”

You don’t know how to explain it. How could you put into words what’s been eating at you all night? That nagging jealousy, that sinking feeling you couldn’t quite shake. You look at him, finally meeting his gaze, but even that feels like a betrayal. You look away almost immediately.

“I just need some space” you mutter, voice low.

Law stands still for a moment, his gaze unwavering. You can feel him searching your face, his expression unreadable. Then, quietly, he responds “Is it because of earlier?” His words cut through the air, simple and direct.

You stiffen at the question, the knot in your stomach tightening. Your lips press into a thin line as you look up at him again “You teleported next to Robin. You didn’t even wait a second. I don’t know, maybe I just—”

Your voice falters, and you stop yourself before you can say too much. You don’t want to sound foolish, even though that’s exactly how you feel. Your heart races, but you swallow hard, pushing through the discomfort “It’s nothing.”

Law’s brows furrow, his expression softening “It’s not nothing.” He steps closer, his voice lower now “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just… wanted to see what Robin was looking at. I didn’t think it’d bother you.”

You feel a strange mix of relief and frustration. Relief because he didn’t mean anything by it, but frustration because your feelings are still messy “It’s not about that. It’s just…” You let out a sigh, feeling stupid for not being able to explain what you feel “I don’t like seeing you so close to her. You two always talk about these things I don’t understand, like it’s something only you two can appreciate.”

His expression softens at your words, but it still doesn’t quite reach your heart “I didn’t think it would upset you, but you’re right. Robin and I… we share an interest in ancient history. But that doesn’t mean I don’t value you.”

Your heart flutters a little, but you’re still caught in the cloud of doubt “It feels like you’re always in your own world when you’re with her, and I’m just left out. You two get each other, and sometimes, I feel like I don’t.”

The words spill out faster than you can stop them. You can see the confusion flicker across his face, but it’s soon replaced by concern.

“I care about you,” he says softly, his tone earnest “You’re not left out. You never are.”

You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips “Then why didn’t you walk over to the window with me, huh? Why did you have to teleport next to Robin like it was nothing? Why do you both always talk about things I don’t know anything about?”

Law’s eyes widen at the accusation, and you instantly regret it, but the words hang in the air like smoke.

“You think I don’t care about you?” he says quietly, taking another step closer “That’s not it. Robin and I… we share an interest. But I’m not with Robin. I’m with you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, and the guilt begins to weigh heavier than the jealousy. You look away, unable to meet his eyes “I know. But it doesn’t stop how I feel.”

Law takes a deep breath, stepping closer still until there’s no more distance between you two “Listen to me,” he says, voice low and firm “I’m not going anywhere. And I want to share everything with you. Not Robin. You.”

You swallow hard, and there’s a long, charged silence between you two. Finally, you look up at him, your heart heavy with a mixture of insecurity and hope.

“I just need some time to get over it,” you say softly, the words coming easier now “I don’t want to feel like this, but I do. And I don’t want to mess things up with you.”

He nods slowly, his gaze steady “Take all the time you need. But I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

You nod, the tension in your chest loosening just a little. It’s not resolved, not yet. But for the first time in what feels like hours, you don’t feel quite so alone in the feeling.

The cool night air stings against your skin as you step out of the tavern, the laughter from the festivities echoing distantly. The weight of your conversation with Law still lingers, but it’s less suffocating now, more manageable. You’re still uncertain about a lot of things, but there’s a quiet sense of reassurance that wasn’t there before.

Zoro is leaning against the side of the building, the ever-present bottle of sake in his hand. He gives you a lazy glance when you exit, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Everything good?” he asks, his tone casual, though there’s a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

You nod, though you’re not sure if everything is truly good. It feels like you’re still in the middle of something, but at least you’re not hiding from it anymore.

“Yeah,” you say, taking a deep breath “Just…needed to talk things out.”

Zoro doesn’t press. Instead, he takes a swig from his bottle and hands it to you without a word. You accept it and drink, the sharpness of the alcohol grounding you.

As the silence stretches on, your mind drifts back to Law. You can still feel the weight of his words, and the way he said he was there for you. He meant it. You know that much. But there’s still that lingering uncertainty in your chest, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you’re not enough for him when it comes to these things he shares with Robin.

But you’re trying. You’re really trying to let it go.

“So,” Zoro says, breaking the silence again, his eyes flicking toward the crowd, “what’s your plan?”

“Plan?” you repeat, furrowing your brow.

“Yeah. I’m assuming you’re not gonna stay sulking for too long.”

You let out a soft laugh “I’m not sulking.”

“Sure you’re not,” Zoro says with a grin, clearly not buying it “So, what are you gonna do? You going to talk to Law, or…?”

You take another sip from the bottle, staring off into the night. The conversation with Law had helped, but you still felt a bit too raw to face him again right now. You wanted to clear the air, but your emotions were still a tangled mess, and you weren’t sure how to approach him.

“I don’t know yet,” you say after a moment “I want to… but it’s hard. I don’t want to make him feel like he’s walking on eggshells, but I also don’t want to ignore how I’m feeling.”

Zoro chuckles, a little too knowingly “You should probably stop thinking so much. Just talk to him. You two have been together long enough, yeah? He’s not gonna bite your head off.”

You let out a soft sigh, running a hand through your hair “I know. I just… I’m afraid it’ll happen again, you know? That feeling of being left out. Like I’m not enough when it comes to the things that matter to him.”

Zoro watches you for a moment, his gaze thoughtful “You’re being an idiot.”

You blink at him, surprised by the bluntness “Excuse me?”

“Look,” he says, straightening up and taking another swig from his bottle “you’re enough. Law’s not some guy who’s gonna run off because someone else shares a hobby with him. You should know that by now.”

You open your mouth to respond but stop yourself, realizing he’s right. He’s right, and you do know that. You just didn’t want to feel like a second choice, like you were in the background while Law and Robin got lost in their shared history obsession.

Zoro shrugs “If you want to fix it, stop thinking about what Robin and Law have and focus on what you have with Law. He’s your partner. Don’t forget that.”

You nod, the weight of his words settling in. It makes sense. It’s not about what Law shares with Robin; it’s about what you share with him. And maybe you’re being a little too quick to let jealousy cloud your judgment.

“Thanks, Zoro” you murmur, feeling lighter than before. Maybe it’s time to stop avoiding the problem and face it head-on.

Zoro doesn’t respond, but he gives you a small, approving nod as you walk away. You’re not entirely sure what comes next, but you’re determined to make it right.

Back at the inn, you find Law sitting at one of the tables, a glass of sake in hand. His usual calm demeanor is there, but there’s a subtle tension in his posture, like he’s waiting for you to approach him. You take a deep breath and walk over, stopping a few steps away from him.

“Hey” you say quietly, trying to keep the nervousness from your voice.

Law looks up, his gaze softening when he sees you “Hey,” he replies, voice calm but with a hint of concern “You okay?”

You hesitate for a moment, but then, with a small sigh, you sit across from him “I’ve been thinking about things. About earlier.”

Law places his glass down, his full attention on you now “You wanna talk?”

You nod “Yeah. I think I owe you that much.”

For a few moments, you don’t say anything, just gathering your thoughts. The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s full of unspoken emotions, things that both of you are still trying to process.

“I was jealous,” you admit, looking down at your hands “I don’t know why, but I felt… left out. Like I wasn’t enough when it comes to things you and Robin share. You two talk about ancient history, and it’s like you’re speaking a different language. I just feel… like I’m not part of that.”

Law is quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. You look up at him, unsure if you’ve said the right thing.

“You don’t have to be part of everything I share with Robin” he says gently, his voice low and steady “It’s not about you not being enough. It’s just that we have a shared interest in ancient history. But that doesn’t change anything between us.”

You feel a tightness in your chest loosen as he speaks, his words reassuring you “I know. I’ve been thinking about that, and I understand it now. It’s just… hard sometimes, seeing you two get so lost in something you both care about. I feel like I don’t belong in those moments.”

Law reaches across the table, placing his hand over yours “You belong with me, always. I never want you to feel left out. I’m with you.”

You feel your heart beat a little faster as you look at him, his gaze sincere and unwavering “I’m sorry for being so insecure about it. I don’t want to shut you out.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he says softly, squeezing your hand “You’re with me, and that’s all that matters. No one else matters in the way you do.”

You smile, feeling the last of the tension fade “Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

He smiles back, the weight of the conversation lifting “Anytime.”

For a moment, everything feels right again. The world outside fades into the background as you and Law sit together, knowing that things may not be perfect, but you’re in this together. And that’s enough.

The night is still young, and though the festival has quieted down, there’s a lightness in the air, a sort of magic lingering after your conversation with Law. You’re both standing in the inn’s courtyard, still feeling the warmth from your words, and it seems as if the night has opened up with endless possibilities.

Law glances at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes “Want to go somewhere? Somewhere quiet?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued “Quiet? What do you mean?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, with a slight smirk, he steps closer to you, and before you can react, he taps his fingers against your wrist. You feel that familiar pull of his Shambles ability, and in an instant, you’re no longer standing in the courtyard but somewhere completely different.

You blink, your heart skipping a beat as you take in the breathtaking view before you.

You’re standing atop a cliff, overlooking a serene valley, the sea stretching out beneath a starry sky. The wind brushes gently against your skin, carrying the scent of salt and earth. Far off in the distance, you hear the faint sounds of fireworks echoing through the air. But more than that, you can see them, the bright bursts of color lighting up the dark sky in a dazzling display.

You turn to Law, surprised “Where are we?”

His smile softens as he watches the fireworks light up the night sky “Just somewhere I thought we could be alone, away from all the noise. I thought it’d be nice to enjoy this… just the two of us.”

Your heart swells at his words, and for a moment, the world feels still, like time has slowed just for the two of you. The sounds of the fireworks fade into the background as you focus on him. The way his eyes glisten with the soft glow of the explosions above, the faint curve of his lips as he looks at you.

“It’s beautiful” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but his gaze shifts to you, catching your eyes. For a moment, neither of you says anything, words feel unnecessary here, with the connection between you stronger than anything you could say. The sounds of the fireworks continue to boom in the distance, but it feels like you’re in your own world, a quiet, perfect bubble where nothing can touch you.

You step closer to him, your heart beating a little faster now, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling around you. You glance up at him, finding him already watching you, a look in his eyes that makes you feel seen in the most comforting way possible. You can see the care in his gaze, the understanding, and beneath that, something more, a warmth, a tenderness that makes your chest tighten with emotion.

Without thinking, you take a small step forward and rest your hand on his chest, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his coat. His hand instinctively moves to your waist, pulling you just a little closer, the space between you vanishing in a single, quiet moment.

“Thank you,” you say, your voice barely audible, but the gratitude in it is clear “For bringing me here. For… understanding.”

Law’s expression softens, his thumb lightly brushing the small of your back “I’ll always understand you. No matter what.”

You feel your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. This moment, with him, feels like everything you’ve ever wanted and more. It’s quiet, simple, and filled with meaning. You could stay here forever, just standing with him beneath the stars, watching the fireworks paint the sky.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?” you ask, teasing him lightly, trying to ease the fluttering in your chest.

He smirks, a playful glint returning to his eyes “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You smile, relieved “Good.”

And just like that, the playful tension between you shifts into something deeper, something far more intimate. You lift your eyes to the fireworks again, but your attention keeps drifting back to Law. You’ve shared so much already, but it feels like this moment, right here, right now, holds something more.

Without another word, Law leans down, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss. It’s soft at first, just the gentle brush of his lips against yours, as if he’s savoring the closeness, the intimacy. You melt into him, your hands moving up to cup his face, feeling the roughness of his skin, the warmth of his breath against yours.

The fireworks burst above you, their bright colors flickering in the night sky, but all you can focus on is him, the way his hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, the way his kiss deepens as if to convey everything he’s feeling, everything you’ve just shared.

For a few moments, there’s nothing but him, nothing but the warmth between you two. The world outside disappears, and all that matters is the closeness, the feeling of being completely wrapped up in each other.

When you pull away, both of you are breathless, your hearts pounding in unison. Law looks down at you, his thumb brushing across your cheek in the gentlest of motions.

“You make it hard to think straight” he murmurs, his voice husky, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You smile back, your own heart still racing “Maybe that’s the point.”

You lean in to kiss him again, but the fireworks are still going, the sky lighting up around you, their bursts of color reflecting in his eyes. This moment feels like it could last forever. The world seems so far away, as if nothing could ever shake the peace you’ve found together.

And in the quiet after the kiss, with the fireworks still painting the sky, you realize something that you hadn’t quite understood until now, no matter the insecurities, no matter the doubts, there’s no one else you’d rather be with than him. You and Law, standing beneath the stars, are more than enough.

The fireworks continue to explode above you, casting colorful hues across the night sky, but it’s the quiet moments between you and Law that stand out the most. His touch lingers on your skin, his presence next to you like an anchor in a world that can often feel chaotic. The lingering warmth of his kiss, the softness in his eyes... it all feels like it’s just the two of you, with nothing else in the world mattering.

You pull away slightly, taking a breath, and then look up at him, your gaze steady and certain.

“You know, I never realized how much I needed this” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper “The peace. With you.”

Law’s eyes soften, a small but sincere smile curving at the corners of his lips. He leans in, brushing his forehead against yours “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve always needed you. You and me, together. Nothing else.”

For a moment, neither of you speaks. There’s no need to. Everything you both wanted to say has already been shared, in the looks, in the touch, in the simple act of being close. It’s all been said, and in this quiet, peaceful moment, you realize that all the doubts and insecurities you once felt don’t matter anymore. You’ve worked through them together.

The fireworks eventually start to fade, their last bursts leaving trails of light in the sky before dying out. But the two of you remain, standing side by side, your hands still entwined, the quiet comfort of the moment settling over you like a warm blanket.

As the sky darkens even more, you find yourself leaning against him, the soft sound of his breathing calming your racing heart. You feel safe here, in his arms, with nothing but the sounds of the night and the remnants of the fireworks in the distance.

“I think I’ve had enough fireworks for tonight” you say softly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his coat.

He chuckles, a low, rich sound that makes your heart flutter “I think I’ve had enough fireworks for a lifetime. As long as you’re here.”

You look up at him, meeting his eyes, your heart full of love “I’m not going anywhere, Law.”

And in that moment, under the stars, with the last traces of the fireworks fading away, you realize that this is what you’d always wanted. No more insecurity. No more fear. Just the two of you, together, facing whatever comes next. Because together, you can handle anything.

“I love you” you say, the words feeling more real than ever before.

His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin gently, before he lowers his head to press a soft kiss to your forehead “I love you too.”

And as the two of you stand there, alone in the night, you know that this is only the beginning of the journey ahead. No matter what comes, you’ll face it together, just like you always should have.

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⛥ﾟ・。 wedding

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- (after sample, before merienda) a sneak peak into the reception of your wedding, where a rather interesting conversation took place between the oldest charlotte siblings... the topic concerning you.

cw: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint, katakuri is a bit socially awkward, he is twenty-one (same as daifuku and oven), you are twenty (same as amande), cracker is eighteen, smoothie + sisters are eight, galette and poire are four, raisin is one, katakuri's got it BAD, oven and cracker are kinda skeezy.

a/n: took way too long pt.2 </3 i'm tearing up

"Never thought I'd see the day," Oven smirked, eyeing the Sweet Commander with an amused air. "My big brother... in a suit."

Daifuku chuckled in agreement, taking a sip from his glass with a tipsy grin.

"On his wedding day, no less," the Minster of Beans chortled, swirling his booze around. "I was almost certain he'd walk down the aisle in a leather vest!"

Together, they shared in uproarious, intoxicated laughter, though their noise was promptly drowned out by the particularly boisterous party going on a few feet away.

The party of the century... Charlotte Katakuri's wedding.

Every major player in the New World was in attendance, drinking, laughing, and dancing the night away at what was certainly a celebration for the ages.

Even members of the Charlotte family were joining in on the festivities, serious-types like Perospero and Compote taking a load off for once and enjoying the party.

Hell, Big Mom herself was quite drunk, having broken out into her thirty-second musical number of the night, both her and her screeching homies prancing about the roof of the Whole Cake Chateau with a look of happiness many hadn't seen in a long time.

But, if there was one person who wasn't in the highest of spirits, it was—to no one's surprise—the groom.

With a tired sigh, Katakuri rolled his eyes, ignoring his brothers' inebriated teasing as he hooked a finger on the neck of his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt.

He hated constricting clothes, and was certain if he kept the tie on for any longer, it would strangle him to death.

But, in the same sentiment, he hated everything about this damned wedding.

The bright lights...

The loud music...

The obnoxious party-goers...

Were it not for you—and the rather unscrupulous characters gathered around his family—he would have certainly slipped away by now.

But, alas, it was not in the cards; and he would not be able to truly retire until his mother announced that the party was over.

Which could be hours from now...

At the thought, the furrow in his brows only deepened, turning his gaze into a full-on glower.

"You're rarely this tense, big brother," Amande commented, seemingly out of nowhere, startling Daifuku and Oven.

Of course, Katakuri sensed her coming, and predicted what she was going to say before the words even came out her mouth.

"Should we have reason to to worry?"

Knowingly, Daifuku grinned, waving his little sister off as he poured himself another drink.

"No reason at all," he assured with a slightly teasing tone. "Our brother's just sulking, is all."

"Sulking?!" Cracker exclaimed, drunkenly interrupting the conversation. "At a party like this? With a wife like yours?"

He scoffed, the sound morphing into a boisterous laugh mid-way.

"You're killin' me, big bro."

Lifting his head, Katakuri glanced at his purple-haired sibling, analyzing his uncharacteristic sway and the uneven slur of his words before ultimately surmising that the boy was completely hammered.

'Looks like somebody got into the wine when no one was looking...'

"He does have a point," Oven chimed, thoughtfully, "The party is one thing, but you lucked out in terms of arrangment."

Unanimously, the five turned toward you, each one having their own reaction to the sight laid before them.

You were sitting at the kiddie table, smiling brightly as Smoothie, Citron, and Cinnamon took turns braiding your hair, Galette and Poire at your feet as they played tug-of-war with your veil, baby Raisin cooed softly in your arms.

It was a rather heartwarming sight, which assisted in combating some of Katakuri's tension, allowing his shoulders to sink slightly.

You were so... you that at times it truly baffled the man.

Amidst all this chaos and confusion, all this uncertainty, you still found the strength to remain open-minded and kind, never once becoming cold or changing your tune due to the circumstances.

It was an effectively enviable trait, and one that stupefied him to no end.

How could one woman remain so perfect all the time?

Oven smirked, eyeing you up and down with a rather seedy look.

"Coulda ended up with a lot worse."

Cracker scoffed, pouting like a child as he plopped himself down in an empty chair, dropping his head on the table with a defeated sigh.

"Tch. You can only go down from the top," he grumbled, the booze thoroughly loosening his tongue. "Most eligible hottie in all of Whole Cake... wasted."

Katakuri's jaw ticked at the rather crude comment, forcing him to send a subtle but sharp glare his brother's way.

"Wish Mama had given her to me," Cracker rested his cheek in his palm, donning a rather sleazy smile. "I coulda showed her a whole new world, if you catch my drift."

At that, Daifuku and Oven burst into a fit of laughter, tears welling in their eyes as they slammed their hands on the table, disbelieving of the boy's confidence.

"What would you know, boy?" Daifuku scoffed, thoroughly amused.

"Have you even had your first kiss yet?" Oven raised a brow, honestly skeptical.

Embarrassed, Cracker flushed, sitting up rigidly in his seat.

"Hey, I totally have!" the older teen exclaimed, voice slightly cracking. "I've been with tons of girls!"

"I'm afraid your biscuts don't count!" Daifuku snorted, the comment sending him and Oven falling out of their chairs with hysterics.

Mortified, Cracker turned red as a cherry, furious, as he abruptly stood from the table.

"Screw you guys!" he barked, pointing at the two.

At the pitiful scene, Amande rolled her eyes, face remaining expressionless as always.

"I'd rather she be with Katakuri than you savages," she stated in a monotone. "She's a sweet girl and—"

"Mama mama! Katakuri, tell me!" Big Mom chirped, her drunken footfalls loud and thumping as she made her way over to the siblings. "How is that new wife of yours? Is she enjoying the party?"

Remaining cool, the Sweet Commander simply nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back.

"She is well, Mama," he answered plainly, not giving her much to work with as to avoid any follow-up.

Sadly... it did not work.

"That's wonderful!" she beamed, her happiness that of a pleased child. "Pretty little thing, isn't she? I knew she would be perfect the moment I saw her!"

Suddenly, an idea popped in her head, one that instantly caused her face to brighten.

"As a matter of fact, where is she? I'd love to have a little chat."

The notion sent a cold shiver down the man's spine, the thought of you alone with his mother introducing a certain feeling in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Fear.

"Actually, Mama, I think (y/n) and I are going to retire," he seamlessly deflected, standing from his seat with effortless ease. "She has a rather early start tomorrow making your congratulatory doughnuts."

His face didn't betray a single thought running through his mind—most of which about all the ways his mother could kill you if you accidentally insulted her during a one-on-one interaction.

Somehow, he had no idea what he'd do were that scenario to occur.

In fact, the mere possibility of it suddenly brought him a sense of overwhelming and all-encompassing dread.

He needed to get out of there.

And fast.

At the mention of desserts, Big Mom's eyes went starry, all memory of what she was originally saying flying out the window.

"I see!" she squealed, suddenly incredibly excited. "Well, then, please! Take her! I can't wait for those sweets tomorrow!"

Curtly, he nodded, smoothly turning on his heel and making his way over to you.

"All right, then. Good night."

Crisis successfully averted.

Internally, Katakuri let out a deep sigh of relief, the tension building in his back slowly melting away the further he got from his mother.

How he was going to keep this up for the rest of his life, he didn't know.

But—as he looked up from the ground, eyes landing on your perfect form—what he did know was that you looked drop-dead gorgeous in your dress, its cut, style, and color embodying you better than he ever could've imagined.

You were so radiant, so naturally brilliant and bright that he often felt blinded by your looks, and effectively intimidated.

You had a certain way of gazing, and a certain way of speaking, that kept him hanging on to your every word—and rendered him suddenly unable to muster his own.

It was all a mess.

A large, political—if he'd ever admit it, romantic—mess.

But, if one thing was for certain, he was pleased to finally have a moment alone with you on your wedding day.

Even if, due to his crippling shyness, it was in relative silence.

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🏍 Gangs of the Streets 🏍

My piece for @kidpirateszine "P.U.N.K" + the additional Heart Pirates part. Always wanted to draw the Kids and the Hearts as rivalry biker gangs.