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My Angel (Part Three)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : Almost 4, 300 words

Warnings : nothing really, reader is upset and isolates herself, Jean comforting reader,

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

***Important Note***

Hello my dears, I’m sorry for going on hiatus HAHA, I was super busy with school and work, plus on top of that I had major personal issues that were just too overwhelming to deal with at the time; and I couldn’t even write at all until I got it solved. I was under a lot of stress and was feeling really down about a lot of things in my life so I stopped writing for a little while. But I’m doing better now and I started writing again! So here’s the long awaited chapter three :))) I’m legit just gonna be turning this into a series so stay tuned for more parts! I appreciate your support and patience! <333

“Y/n?” There was a gentle voice at your door, followed by a few quiet knocks against the wood. “Y/n, can I come in?”

Your head slowly lifted from the fetal position you had succumbed to, your vision still blurry with tears as they glanced across your bedroom to the entryway. Barely anything was visible in the dark expanse of your room, except the silhouette of a shadow under your door; a shadow you quickly recognized as Jean’s.

“Yeah, I guess.” You answered his request, quickly lifting your fingers to wipe away the tears littering your skin.

The door then opened slowly, allowing the light from the outside hallway to seep through; its piercing glow caused your eyes to squint after being in the dark for so long. Although, once you began to adjust to the brightness, you were able to make out Jean’s figure entering your room, along with a tray of food he was holding in his hands.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, a tender smile lining his lips as he walked over to your bedside; one of his hands then reached towards your nightstand to turn on the lamp. “There, that’s better. Did you turn nocturnal or something?” He teased, hoping to cheer you up in some small way.

Although, as his eyes glanced toward you, seeing no alleviation in your downcast expression, he realized it was going to take much more than a simple joke to bring you out of this fog you were enclosed in.

“I uh, I noticed you didn’t come down for dinner again.” Jean sighed and spoke with a gentle tone, awkwardly trying to change the subject. “So here, I brought you something.” He quickly stretched his arms outward to show you the tray of food he was holding, hoping it would improve your mood; even by the smallest amount.

You grinned faintly at his gesture. “Thanks, you can set it on my desk. I’ll eat it later.”

Jean’s eyebrows lowered at your words; that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for.

You said the same exact thing when he visited last night, and as he walked over to your desk to set your meal down like you asked, he realized it was foolish of him to believe you.

Already sitting there was the plate he previously brought you yesterday; the same one you promised you wouldn’t allow to go cold.

The food was uneaten, its texture now dry and spoiled after sitting out all night; even the fork he settled beside your plate was in the same exact spot he positioned it in before he left.

A disappointed sigh escaped Jean’s lips as he set the new meal down on your desk, knowing it would go to waste as well.

It’s a pity, had you not wasted it, Sasha would’ve been more than happy to eat at least half of your serving for you; just like she always did.

She used to demand to sit next to you for every meal, because you were the only one who was kind enough to let her steal your food. It started off as just a few bites of course, nothing too covetous, but, as time went by, she started unintentionally stealing almost half your plate.

She’d always apologize thoroughly for it though; she even began buying you a couple sweets from the local shop afterward to make up for it.

Sooner or later, it became a normal routine for you both. She’d eat her portion, as well as half of yours, then later she’d get you something in return. It was a fair trade, and it brought the two of you closer in the process.

Every meal since then was quite entertaining; not to mention loud. It always started with your thunderous laughter after Sasha, once again, scarfed down her food too fast that she ended up coughing. Following that was Connie’s usual “slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere,” comment that would always spark a brainless argument between the two.

Once their fight got more heated than just trivial little jabs, Jean would always step in and order them to cut it out. And every single time, almost like clockwork, Connie would call Jean his permanent nickname of “horse-face” that immediately had the whole table erupting in laughter; especially Eren.

Every meal it was something, and every single time you were doubling over in a convulsing laughter that you couldn’t breathe from. Between Sasha’s coughing, the silly arguments, and the non-stop jokes: the dinner table was always eventful, and your smile was always present.

But now, things had changed.

Ever since the catastrophe that occurred two weeks ago, you stopped attending dinner; and for once, the table was relatively silent.

With only one plate to tackle, Sasha didn’t eat as frantically as she used to. Because of that, Connie’s comments about her speed weren’t made anymore, and Jean didn’t have to play patrol officer and break up any more fights. There weren’t as many jokes for Eren to laugh at, or a noise problem that Mikasa could complain about.

For the first time, the dinner table was quiet, uncomfortably quiet.

Your seat remained vacant for the past two weeks, as did Reiner and Bertholdt’s; but no one needed to ask why, the reason for that was already blatantly clear.

It pained them all to sit at that table without you, to witness the way you isolated yourself, but they knew better than to confront you about it.

There was no point in discussing it, lest they wanted to rehash their grievances for the hundredth time.

So, Jean resorted to bringing your meals directly to you instead; that way you could still get the food you needed without having to interact with anyone before you were ready.

That in itself became a routine of its own: Jean would come to check on you in the early mornings when you’d skipped breakfast, bringing you something light to start your day with; and then at night he repeated the process.

And every single time he came to check up on you, your face wore the same grief-stricken expression as the day before.

Of course, he didn’t exactly expect you to be bursting with joy after what had happened; it was completely normal for you to be upset about it.

Reiner and Bertholdt were their friends after all; their comrades who they fought alongside for years. It was a stab to the heart to be betrayed by them, but, what’s worse is things didn’t stop there either. After the betrayal was the battle, the same battle that wiped out more than half of the military corps, including their trusted commander.

As if the betrayal itself wasn’t already agonizingly painful, the death toll that followed was more than enough reason to feel as dejected as you were right now. It was the bloodiest mission you’d ever encountered before, and the aftermath was beyond heartbreaking, especially since the enemy still managed to escape in the end.

Jean understood why you were isolating yourself; others did too for a little while. And though he wanted to, the reason he never pushed you about rejoining the land of the living was because he knew you were hurting; and the last thing he wanted to do was make things worse for you.

But as his eyes narrowed in on that plate of wasted food you promised him you’d eat, he realized he might’ve been too lenient on you.

You never ate a whole lot of what he would bring you, but you were still getting something, and that was enough for Jean.

Although now that you’d stopped eating altogether, that was officially his last straw.

“What’s the point in telling me you’ll eat later if you never do?” Jean suddenly spoke up, causing you to flinch slightly at the sudden noise.

His voice sounded stiff; almost as if he was frustrated at you. Your head tilted upward to examine the expression across his face, and sure enough, you realized your assumption was correct. His jaw was clenched together tightly, and his eyes stared you down with an irritated glare.

“Well?!” He asked once again, his tone increasing with annoyance as he awaited your response.

“I’m just not hungry right now.” You answered dismissively, as if he was foolish to even be asking such a thing. “I’ll eat when I wake up.” Your words were followed by a subtle roll of your eyes. Your hands then gripped the blanket lying next to you, petulantly yanking it over your shoulders as you plopped down onto your pillow. “Now, goodnight.”

You knew full well that you were acting a bit childish, especially when Jean was only trying to look out for you. But you were too fed up at this point to apologize for your stubbornness.

Every single time you saw anyone it was always the same “look who decided to join us” comment, or worse: a dozen or so questions that you didn’t feel like answering.

Most of them were the usual “how are you feeling?” or “do you want to talk about it?” However, there were always those irritating ones they just had to ask: the ones about Reiner.

As if you even had the mental strength to think about him in the first place, they were still expecting a full report on what you thought about his actions, or what you’d do now that he’s gone.

Their curiosity always seemed to far outweigh their regard for your feelings on the matter; that’s why you resorted to isolation. It quickly became too overwhelming to deal with the bombardment of questions they were ready to unload on you; so, you stayed away, refusing to give them the chance to do so in the first place.

But now Jean was doing the same thing: invading your barracks and asking those bothersome questions you didn’t feel like answering.

Maybe you were just emotional right now, and perhaps being a little too sensitive. Nevertheless, you just wanted him to leave; you just wanted to be left alone.

“Fine then.” You heard Jean scoff. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just closed your eyes, nuzzling your face into the blanket as you waited to hear the usual defeated sigh slip past his lips; along with the closing of your bedroom door that would follow soon after.

Just a few more seconds and he’d storm out; surrounding your ears with a jarring echo after he tumultuously slammed that wooden door behind him.

Any second now…

Just one more minute, and then you’d hear it; you were sure of it!

However, the seconds kept creeping by, and there was still no sound to indicate the opening of that door. Rather, an unexpected sound emerged from the silence instead.

You immediately turned around to see what the commotion was about, as well as to find out why he was even still here in the first place.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to see when you glanced over your shoulder, but watching Jean pull the chair out from under your desk and take a seat was definitely not what you imagined.

“What are you doing??” You groaned in annoyance.

He obviously wasn’t getting the hint that you wanted him to leave, or perhaps he was and just refused to meet your demands.

“Oh? Did you need something?” He asked, as if this was normal, as if you were the one disrupting his peace.

“I thought you were leaving.”

“I never said that.” He leaned back in your chair, extending his legs across the floor; almost like he planned on staying a while.

You stared him down with a glare, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his gaze was fixated out the window, admiring the moon’s captivating glow from the comfort of your dimly lit bedroom.

“Fine, stay then, I don’t care.” You snapped, laying back down with a dramatic huff; continuing your sulking.

Why was he being so difficult? You just weren’t in the mood to be around anyone? Couldn’t he understand that?

Granted, you hadn’t been in the mood to be social for the past two weeks now, but regardless, why couldn’t he just leave you be? That’s all you wanted.

“It’s not going to change anything you know?

“Huh??” You immediately turned back around, quite displeased at him.

If Jean was going to insist on staying, he could at least have the decency to remain silent so that you could sleep. Evidently, he didn’t agree with that notion.

“It’s not going to change anything.” He repeated.

“No, I heard what you said,” you groaned impatiently, not knowing how much more you could take of this. “But what are you talking about?!”

Jean’s voice was quiet but stern, his eyes soon looked over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “Isolating yourself, starving yourself, everything you’ve been doing for the past two weeks.” He paused momentarily, letting out a gentle sigh before speaking once more. “None of it’s going to bring him back, you know?”

Your eyes widened at Jean’s words, your breathing coming to a halt in your lungs. You immediately looked away from him, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the ceiling; trying to hold back those tears you could feel collecting in your eyes.

Jean was right.

None of your sulking or lack of eating would ever be enough to bring Reiner back; No amount of isolation could change the fact that he was gone.

Reiner had chosen to betray and abandon those who trusted him, those who loved him, and that was all there was to it.

He was clearly never coming back, and even if he did, things would never be the same between the two of you again; or anyone else for that matter.

There was nothing left to do except move on and accept the reality of your situation.

But even so, you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Despite the things he’d done, you still loved Reiner, and your heart still longed to be with him.

“I know.” You finally spoke up, “but I wish it would.” A gentle sigh jerked past your lips as you quickly turned back around to face the wall again, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject any longer.

Jean eyes lowered at your response, frustrated that you were shutting down once again; just like you’ve been doing for the past two weeks now.

He quickly slumped against the back of your chair with an enervated sigh, feeling like giving up on his efforts to pull you out of this darkness.

Jean had been trying his best to be gentle with you, to make sure you didn’t feel like he was pressuring you. He’d been patient with your stubbornness, he’d been calm and caring, but you didn’t seem to recognize any of that; all you were concerned about was the agony you allowed to cripple you from the inside, and it hurt to be a witness to it.

It hurt to see the way you were torturing yourself, pretending as if you deserved to be put through this pain. It was almost as if you were acting like this was your fault, like you had done something to deserve this.

But that wasn’t true; and Jean could see now that you’d forgotten that.

None of this was your fault, Reiner was the only one to blame here.

It was cruel of him to put you through this; to make you believe you weren’t good enough to make him stay, that you weren’t special enough to be loved by someone.

What kind of monster does that to a person; a person he loves especially?!

Jean couldn’t understand it, it angered him.

Did you truly believe you deserved to be abandoned? Left unloved?

Was Reiner the one who taught you to think that way? Jean’s blood was beginning to boil at just the thought of that.

It was all so frustrating, so heartbreaking. You weren’t the same person anymore, and Reiner was the cause of it.

Ever since his betrayal, Reiner had taken away a piece of you, the same one that used to laugh so loudly at the dinner table, the same one that contained your beautiful smile.

Your true self was withering away because of the crimes carried out by a man who promised to love you; but Jean refused to let it go without putting up a fight.

He wouldn’t stand by and watch the best part of you fall to pieces just because of some idiot who didn’t realize what he had before he threw it away.

You had to be saved from this, reminded that you didn’t need Reiner to be fulfilled, that you were already enough as you were.

You needed to remember all the good things in life that didn’t include Reiner, all the people that still cared deeply for you; people you seemed to forget about within the span of the past two weeks.

If you were ever going to be able to move on, ever going to heal from this: you needed to let Reiner go.

Jean sighed quietly as he stood up from the chair, attempting to try a different approach in hopes to get through to you.

He had tried everything he could think of without breaking any boundaries, but it got him nowhere. This was now officially his last resort, his final chance to rescue you from this darkness before it consumed you fully; leaving no trace left of the person you used to be.

If this didn’t work, then Jean could at least say he tried everything he possibly could; but hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

Jean inhaled nervously to prepare himself before he slowly made his way over to your bed; placing a tender hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?” Jean spoke in a quiet voice, trying his best not to make you feel overwhelmed or anxious. “Can you please look at me?”

You didn’t move at first, you didn’t want to.

You were fully aware he was just trying to help, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up again without breaking down; and that was the last thing you needed right now.

“Y/n please.” Jean’s voice was desperate and pleading, his hand gently rubbing along your shoulder to, hopefully, coax you into giving in.

You let out a gentle sigh, tempted to just unload everything at once now that the offer was standing. It was hurting to keep everything inside like this; bottling it up and hiding it away as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t feel like screaming until your throat became dry and sore.

It was becoming too much to bear; the burden was too heavy to carry on your own anymore, and Jean had obviously noticed.

As usual, he could see right through you; penetrating through every wall you built to conceal your true feelings.

Maybe it was easier to stop fighting him, maybe, you really should just give in.

“I just want to know you’re okay.”

Jean’s voice was kind and sympathetic; the gentle caressing of his hand against your shoulder matching that tender tone he was currently using.

He sounded so desperate, so genuinely worried about you; something you couldn’t just ignore no matter how scared you were to open up again.

“Please…”

He pleaded, and by the tone of his voice you could tell this would be the last time; that this was your last chance to accept his offer of confiding in him before he would give up.

Despite your reservations to it, you knew you couldn’t refuse this time, lest you wanted to sign the contract to submit to your grief eternally.

If you were ever going to recover, ever going to restore that old version of yourself that you missed so much, then you’d have to grab ahold of this opportunity before it slipped away forever.

A gentle sigh rumbled in your throat before your body slowly turned to face Jean, watching the way he retracted his hand from your shoulder as you moved.

“I’m not okay.” You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears already. “And I don’t know how to be okay again.” You spoke with a shaken tone, feeling your lip quiver gently as you stared at him.

Barely ten seconds into speaking and you were already struggling to keep it together; feeling your heart clench in your chest at the recollection of all those bottled up thoughts now resurfacing.

Jean’s expression lowered at the sight of you, as if it was hurting him to watch this.

His body gently kneeled in front of your bed, aligning his eyes with yours as he reached to stroke your shoulder once more. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone, no one expects you to.” He said reassuringly, staring at you with a sympathetic and tender gaze.

“I just-“ A sudden sob appeared at the back of your throat, choking the words you were trying to let escape. “I just don’t understand it. Why did he leave me?” You sniffled gently in between sentences. “Why didn’t he care about me?” A quiet sob slipped past your mouth, much to your dislike.

It was pathetic, embarrassing even; the way you were falling apart over this, not even lasting a good minute before turning into a crying mess.

Your eyes diverted away from Jean, cowering behind the blanket you were now burying your face into; hoping to muffle the sound of your sobs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I just…” Your words came to a halt in your mouth as your emotions quickly took over; preventing you from getting a proper word out. “I’m sorry…” You repeated, clenching your eyes shut in humiliation.

You expected to hear a sigh of annoyance right about now, or perhaps even the shutting of the door. However, your body jolted in surprise when you felt the sudden warmth of a person hugging you gently instead.

Your head quickly lifted from the blanket and your eyes widened to see Jean’s face so close to yours; almost making you blush awkwardly at the proximity.

A comforting smile painted across Jean’s lips when he saw you look up at him. “Sorry if this is weird.” he chuckled nervously and quickly let go of the hug; backing away in case you felt uncomfortable. “You just looked like you needed that.”

Your expression softened as you looked at him, feeling a sense of gratitude filling your heart at the way he was attempting to comfort you; even if it was a little awkward at first. “No, it’s okay.” You quickly shook your head in response, granting him a gentle smile in return; one Jean hadn’t seen in two weeks.

Your body quickly sat up and leaned forward, reaching off the bed to where Jean was kneeling and wrapping your arms around him to continue the hug. “You’re right, I do need this.” You spoke in a soothing tone, letting him know you were okay with what he did a few seconds ago; and that it hadn’t pushed you away.

Jean let out a gentle sigh of relief at your actions, a little flabbergasted at how well you were responding to him. Here he was prepared to face your stubborn and dismissive attitude for the millionth time and yet he was faced with a completely unprecedented outcome.

There were no more spiteful comments or hurtful glares coming his way, just a gentle gaze and a pleasant embrace he never anticipated receiving after the state you were in merely seconds ago.

For the first time in two weeks, it seemed the Y/n he once knew, the Y/n he always secretly harbored feelings for, was finally showing herself again; even if just by the smallest amount.

Jean grinned gently to himself, and his arms quickly wrapped around your back to return the unexpected hug. “We’ve all been worried sick about you, ya know?” Jean spoke softly as he tightened his grip around you, allowing his hand to gently caress your back in the process.

“I know,” You uttered quietly, your voice sounding less unhinged and imbalanced as it was before. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffled gently, your eyes clenching shut and your arms tightening around Jean’s neck as you leaned against him; wanting to stay in his comforting embrace.

Jean chuckled as he felt the way you clung to him; realizing just how desperate your need for reassurance was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” He said as he leaned the side of his head against yours, continuing the subtle tracing of his fingers along your back. “Just please don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded quickly, feeling the sting of tears pricking against your eyes once more. “I won’t, I promise, I’m really sorry.” You apologized again in an uneasy tone, feeling shameful of the way you’d been acting for the past two weeks.

This whole time Jean had been here trying to help you, but you’d just been too consumed in your own misery that you failed to notice the damage you were causing; the pain you were putting him, as well as everyone else, through by isolating yourself like this.

You’d been rude, selfish even; too hyper fixated on your own agony that you’d become blind to the impairment you were projecting onto everyone else.

You’d hoped it wasn’t too late to turn things around and make amends with the people you’d been neglecting for the past two weeks; and a part of you started to grow fearful that you’d missed your chance by now.

However, by the way Jean held you close and leaned his head tenderly against yours, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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i know (we all know) that the highlight of Monkey King: Hero is Back was the dadkong moments but

good GOD the transformation scene during the climax was everything

Hell, sometimes i need a moment because this man:

is also this man:

And it kinda fucks me up. Just a bit. Maybe a lot-

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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Bakugou Crushing Headcannons

Bakugou x GN!Reader

CW: cussing (it’s Bakugo, what’d you expect?)

—he eavesdrops

—because he eavesdrops, he’d prob know important stuff about you

—stares quite a bit

—in the slim chance that you catch him, he’ll just glare at you before looking away, leaving you quite confused

—shows he cares through acts of service or gift giving

—like if he sees your earbuds are falling apart, he’ll show up the next day and slam a box of new ones on your desk

—he’d prob say something like “I was tired of seeing you use those shitty ass earbuds. Was fuckin’ annoying *scoffs.*”

—or he’d see you do something and take over for you. “You’re really shit at this, just let me fuckin’ do it.”

—in the chance that you’re oblivious, all these acts of his would be super confusing, and he’d probably get really annoyed with you

—obviously he wouldn’t tell you why he’s annoyed… so then you’re just left more confused

—definitely did not ask you out. Was more of a demand.

—“Be my s/o, dumbass!” or “Go on a date with me!”

—nd yeah that’s all for now

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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ʟᴀᴡ x ɢ/ɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ. ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʙʟᴜʀʙ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɴꜱ 🥺

ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ 18+, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ.

"You're freezing."

The words meet your ears before two warm palms even touch your chilled arms. Leaning back into a lean, tattooed chest, your eyes slip shut as a soft, content sigh leaves your lips.

"It doesn't feel that cold," you murmur with a slight grin, letting your eyes open to glance up at the not-so-disappointed look on Law's face. You tilt your head a little more, letting the bridge and tip of your nose brush against his goatee before you ask, "What time is it?"

Law hums softly, moving his chin after your gentle nuzzle to press a warm kiss to your just as chilled forehead. "Late," he replies, moving his hands from your arms to wrap his own around your now slightly shivering form. "...Come to bed?" He asks after a moment, looking down at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You tease back, "only if you're actually going to be in bed with me," as you let your eyes shut again, the tips of your fingers brushing over the tattoos on his forearms, tracing his skin with little I love you's. He squeezes you gently with a low chuckle before nuzzling his nose into the side of your face.

"Of course I will. Just you and me tonight."

Your eyes open as you turn in his arms, your own wrapping around his waist as your cheek meets his chest just over his heart. "Promise?" You ask softly. He hums again, a small, loving smile washing over his lips as he presses a handful of quick kisses to the top of your head.

"I promise."

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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Ways That Law Wordlessly Says "I Love You"

Luffy Zoro Sanji Law Pairing: Law x reader CW: Mentions of blood. Fluff overall. WC: 1.2k

Leaning against the railings of the Polar Tang, the moon casting its gentle glow on the calm waters, you found comfort in the rare moment of the submarine surfaced on the open sea. Law joined you, and a comfortable silence settled between you, the only background noise being the ship's engines and the crash of waves.

“You know,” he starts, his fingers idly tracing the railings, “I’ve heard of these groups of islands on the Red Line, uninhabited and unexplored,” his fingers seem to trace circles into the railing, mimicking the islands as he continues, “I can see the entire crew living on one of those islands, just all of us together.” His fingers halt in their place, and his gaze shifts to you, “... and I see you there. I see you and me together, just living without a care in the world.” The atmosphere fills slightly with a tension and you sense a rare vulnerability in Law's demeanor.

“There's something about the uncharted,” he muses, his gaze fixing onto the stars above. “It’s just so pure and untouched. Not ruined by horrible people, and we would be the ones to shape its story.”

As he speaks, Law's demeanor softens, revealing a side of him rarely seen. His eyes hold a glimmer of anticipation, and the corners of his lips betray a subtle smile.

"I've seen enough chaos and battles," he admits. "What I want is to discover a future with someone I care about."

In the quiet between words, Law’s hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining. "I can picture it," he confesses, "a life where you and I are free from the constraints of the world. One where we can live freely."

The conversation drifts into the early hours of the morning, the shared hopes and dreams only giving way to the certainty of being together forever. You know Law loves you when he talks about a future with you in it.

- - - The dim light of Law's cabin barely illuminates the room as the submarine sails through the night. As a habitual insomniac, he found himself immersed in the quiet of the late hours. Papers, maps, and various other books are scattered across his desk, evidence of a night spent deep in thought and planning.

The first rays of sun begin to filter through the porthole of his quarters, Law, weary but determined, pushes himself to finish what he has already started. Knowing that you will wake up soon, Law decides to ignore the drowsiness that threatened to consume him. Without a word, he closes his books, tidies the clutter on his desk, and heads to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Law moves with purpose. He selects ingredients, and soon, the aroma of fresh coffee beans fills the air as he brews a strong pot for you. The soft sizzle of eggs hitting the pan accompanies the noise of the coffee dripping into the pot

Despite the evident weariness in his face, Law continues. He plates a simple yet thoughtful breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee.

Just as the sun begins to shine over the submarine, Law returns to his quarters. The signs of a long night are evident in the disheveled papers, the scattered books. Yet, on the small desk, there sits a neatly arranged breakfast tray, just for you.

As you stir awake, the smell of breakfast fills your senses. You look over to the source of the smell and your eyes land on the desk. There, you find the meal and right next to it, lays Law, who is sound asleep. You smile softly as you take in the sight in front of you. You know Law loves you through his silent acts of service towards you.

The smell of blood fills the air as the battle comes to an end. Law surveys the aftermath, assigning the uninjured members of the crew to tend to the more severely injured ones as his own attention turns to focus solely on you.

“Here, let me help you.” He commands in his usual stern tone as he guides you to a less chaotic area, the subtle urgency in his voice betraying the composed facade. He quickly starts his examination on you, not wanting to miss any bump or scratch.

As other more bruised and battered crew members come to seek medical attention from Law, he quickly dismisses them. "Give us some space," he declares, a firmness in his voice indicating that he is not to be disobeyed.

Law meticulously examines you and your injuries, his fingers tracing every cut, every scratch, every bruise on your body as he decides his next course of action. He determines that your injuries are only surface level, but insists on staying with you and patching you up himself.

His attention never wavers as he tends to each and every wound on you, making sure to give you extra care and love and attention. He knows the rest of his crew needs proper medical attention, but a lingering voice yells at him to make sure that you are completely taken care of before anyone else. As he applies the bandages, you can see the care and love for you he has in his eyes. You know Law loves you when he puts your health and wellbeing above others.

Law sits in a corner of his quarters engrossed in the latest issue of "Sora the Warrior." The glow of the lamp beside him casts a warm light on his face, emphasizing the focus in his features evident in the furrow of his brows.

You enter the room, your purpose being to look for something, but your gaze falls upon Law and the unexpected sight of him being lost in a comic. A hint of surprise crosses your face, quickly replaced by a playful smirk. Law, sensing your presence, looked up, his expression shifting from concentration to embarrassment.

Caught in the act, Law instinctively closes the comic, a poor excuse falling from his lips as he utters "It's not what it looks like," a rare flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. His attempt at nonchalance only fuels your amusement.

You can’t help but tease him. "Didn't take you for a comic book fan, Captain," you say, a playful glint in your eyes.

Law sighs realizing he can't talk his way out of this one. "Fine, yes I'm into comics." he confessed, embarrassment evident in his tone.

Out of curiosity, you encourage him to share more. "Really? I had no idea you were into this stuff. What do you like about it?" you asked, taking a seat beside him.

Law hesitates for a moment before launching into an unexpectedly enthusiastic explanation. His eyes light up as he dives into the storyline, the character development, and the battles. As he rambles on, the embarrassment melts away, replaced by a childlike enthusiasm.

He begins to show you the comic, pointing out details in the artwork, discussing plot twists, and even theorizing how the story might go. The more he talked, the more animated he became, his initial embarrassment transforming into genuine enthusiasm for the comics. You find yourself smiling in complete and utter infatuation as his more unexpected nerdy side comes out as he rambles passionately. The excitement in his voice and the sparkle in his eyes shows you a different side of Law, one that you hope to see more often. You know Law loves you when he shares his unexpected passions with you.

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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𝐁𝐅𝐅 & 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | random drabble MDNI

thinking about bestfriend! and virgin! yuji showing you his cock for the first time so that you'll show him what you look like underneath your clothes....

you had never seen a dick before and it somehow came out in conversation and your ever so eager best friend yuji quickly came up with a solution for your problem.

he wagered with you beforehand of course - telling you he had never seen a pussy (does porn count??) and well look at that! he had a dick.. you had a pussy... if only you both showed each other what it looked like.

and somehow the heavens granted him his wish and you were nodding, eagerly awaiting for his cock that sprung against his stomach - already hard from the idea of his best friend and long time crush seeing his pulsing dick - his tip pushing out a small bead of pre cum as your eyes shot open from the view.

"w-wow!" you said, studying his length a little too intensely. his stomach heaved and his cock bobbed along with it, coughing and spluttering as your face came closer to get a better look. his tip was red and his dick had one thick vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. you had nothing to base it off of but from your knowledge of your girl friend's gossip it had to be a pretty good looking dick. (not that you would say that to him. that's awkward... right?) it was long and decently thick....

"s-so..." yuji spoke, tucking his dick back into his pants; his cheeks a little red from your unexpected thorough inspection before sitting back onto the couch.

"oh.. right," you said, getting up yourself and sliding your pants and underwear down upon remembering your deal.

his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at what greeted him. your pussy was definitely the cutest he had ever seen (again, does porn count???) all soft and inviting...

"can i touch it?" he murmured and you slapped away his approaching finger.

"i thought we were looking and not touching... i didn't get to touch yours!" you whined at the unfairness.

"well... yours is hiding," he responded in a matter of fact way and you couldn't exactly argue.

"fine.." you grumbled, "but i'll do it," taking two fingers you spread your lips apart, allowing yuji to see the velvety skin of your labia. now it was your turn to become insecure upon watching your friend study your anatomy - his hands reaching to pull you closer by your hips; causing you to trip over your feet while he desperately tried to get a better look. you let him examine in silence, your heart beating wildly from the lack of words your usually chatty friend had. you took your fingers away before clearing your throat, "i think you have a good idea now..."

he nodded and you both sat in silence on the couch - unsure of what to say.

"well that was..." he began and you cut into his sentence.

"awkward."

"-nice," yuji coughed to cover up his answer. "y-yeah.. awkward." his hand reached to scratch the back of his head.

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misyelw · 2 months ago

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Heyy sunny, i just read the story about Law with his head bury on s/o chest and i was like: damn, that's hot. And i kinda think Law need more pampering like pat in his head, caressing his knuckles or something. So, since your request is open, can we get Trafalgar Law get pampered by his s/o?

If you didn't wanna write it, you can skip this one :0

TENDER

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, Law is whipped but also bad at feelings

Sometimes Law thinks he dreamed you.

When you thread your fingers through his hair after a long day, massaging his scalp while whispering sweet praise, or absentmindedly caress his knuckles, leaving phantom kisses against his inked skin—he doesn’t think you’re real.

You come to him when he needs you most, as if you know he desires a comforting hand, a friendly word, and he melts into you every single time. His defenses shatter—the wall he’s constructed all this life comes tumbling down, and you hold him through the carnage.

You’re everything his heart secretly craves—so tender-hearted and caring, and wonderful—everything he feels he’s not.

And God, does he wonder what you see in him. Wonders how he manages to attract the kindest people when all he has to offer is practiced indifference. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, doesn’t voice the things he feels, but it doesn’t deter you, and despite how brilliant he is, Law can’t make sense of it. He could spend a lifetime trying to figure you out and would never even come close.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours?” You inquire, your brow raised playfully as you stare down at him. “Can hear the gears in your head movin’.”

His head is in your lap, your soft fingers brush back mutinous strands of hair from his forehead, and he blinks up at you dumbly. It’s one of those rare peaceful evenings where the crew unwinds and breathes a sigh of relief as the Polar Tang slips through the sea, pushing you all towards your next destination with ease.

It takes a moment for your compliment to register—that pretty head of yours—and Law hates how his heart flutters. You say the most…outlandish things without considering their effect—flattery he never expected to like, but they always sound so lovely coming from you. The urge to look at anything but your pretty face almost overtakes him, but he fights his urges, keeps his dark eyes trained on you.

Instead, he arches a sharp brow at you and attempts to sound mildly offended, even though he’s certain you see right through him. “Pretty?”

You purse your lips, feigning thought.

“Would you prefer beautiful? Gorgeous?”

He rolls his eyes, but your soft teasing does little to calm the rapid beat of his unruly heart. When has anyone ever thought him pretty? Beautiful?

You say it as if it’s one of life’s simple truths, but he feels you’re much more deserving of such compliments, and he would shower you with them if he knew how to stop himself from biting his tongue.

Your free hand moves from its spot on his exposed chest, trailing upward until you’re softly cradling his jaw. You dip down, placing a tender kiss on his supple lips.

“Brains and beauty,” you murmur against his lips. “How lucky am I?”

I’m the lucky one, he thinks. To be cared for like this—to be treated like something worthy of being cherished and loved.

And maybe it’s the fear that makes the words catch in his throat, stops him from ripping out his bleeding heart and handing it to you.

He’s never had a good thing that lasted. Only fleeting moments of happiness, ripped right from under him just when he thinks tragedy can never reach him again. He’s lost so much already, and yet there’s always more to lose.

But you continue to smile at him, kiss years of self-loathing away, share your warmth and affection for as long as he accepts it, and Law allows himself to become a little hopeful—thinks maybe you’ll be the first good thing he gets to keep.

A/N: I feel like this kinda got away from me, but not in the "I wrote too much" way and more so the "I feel I deviated too far from the original prompt and am almost certain I was possessed while writing this" way. Despite that, I hope you enjoyed! I love love LOVE writing soft love for Law so this is a PSA to flood my requests with fluffy prompts!!!

Divider credit: @/cafekitsune

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misyelw · 3 months ago

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Hello, I love your writing!! Could you please write Zoro x f reader Fluff about Zoro trying to convince the reader that he really loves her? They have been friends with benefits for a while but the reader doesnt really trust men and is kinda afraid that Zoro will hurt her. Thanks❤️

Hi darling. Thank you so much! Oh. My. God. When I tell you this fkn hit a nerve or two (I may or may not have teared up reading this the first time lmao oops) This is also going to be a pretty long one

Trust

(SFW)

Warning: mention of being a slave, mention of past abuse, mention of past/current sex, fighting, body kisses, body worshiping?, mention of drinking, mention of being drunk, mention of fight, minor wounds, mention of blood

Summary: After being rescued from a lifetime as a slave of a Celestial Dragon, the Strawhats welcome you with open arms; one more than the others. And although you retreat from the taller members of the crew, this doesn’t stop Zoro from falling in love with you.

Word Count: 4,000

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There was a heavy creek to the ship as it rocked you over the ocean, drifting you asleep in Zoro’s arms. However, he stayed restless during these nights with you; basking in your presence. It was very rare he got the chance to have you so calm in the presence of someone like him; someone who would usually strike fear through you.

You never did well with larger men; even if it was members of the crew. You stayed clear from as many of them as you could, clinging to the archeologist, navigator, and young doctor most of the time. It became usual for the crew to notice your behaviour, staying clear for the most part, all except moments with Zoro.

There was a part of you that was intrigued by him and his rugged beauty; starting a blossom of feelings towards him you didn’t quite understand. You both felt drawn to another, one drunken night starting a wonderful marriage of pleasure.

On nights you spent with him it was if you were a whole different person. You were relaxed and pliable in his hands as he rocked himself through you. Your lips pressed onto his skin, dragging sweet calls of his name that pulled at his heart strings. There wasn’t an inch of fear in your body; his strong arms holding you so gently to remind you that you were safe with him.

He was unbelievably and unbearably in love with everything about you; he just wished you understood his intentions.

He wished to love you more than between the sheets.

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Zoro opened his eye to the sound of your laughter, moving his head abruptly towards your voice. His eyes trailed up to look at your face, twisted so elegantly as you laughed alongside the doctor through the shrubs of herbs you were planting. It was mid afternoon, he thought, watching how the sun peppered your skin in a radiance that could only arise from the summer sky. It cascaded down the apples of your cheeks, over the bride of your nose, adding a warmth to your already flushed face. Dirt kissed your skin like freckles, making your skin vibrant, and he thought to himself in that moment he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.

The door of the kitchen creaked open, his eyes moving towards the long slender frame as Sanji walked out; a tray of drinks in his hand. He watched the cook turn towards you, moving towards where you sat, your back facing him.

An uncontrollable growl burned the back of his throat as you flinched, Sanji’s arm outstretched over you as he placed your drink down beside you. Sanji’s love-sick conversation was muted out in the rage that overflowed, watching your eyes glass over like an animal in the light; wishing to escape.

“Why don’t you leave her alone, shitty cook!” He barked out, not rising from his spot under the tangerine tree. All eyes turned to him but it was you he was most concerned about. The horror you held vanished into gratitude; thanking him for your release.

“Why don’t you mind your business, marimo!” Sanji shot back, the venom in his voice making you flinch once again.

This time he rose, storming to the railing to fire back at him again; the added height adding to his advance. “She doesn’t want to talk to you!”

“And how would you know what sweet (y/n)-swan is thinking?”

“Just take a look at her! She doesn’t want anything to do with you!”

“Shut up, moss head!” He turned to you, bending down to your level “that’s not true, is it?”

His hand went to your arm, holding you still, wishing to reassure you he wasn’t offending you in any way. However his plan backfired, your face going pale; eyes shutting tight not wishing to look at his frame over you.

Zoro quickly hurdled the railing, landing onto the deck with a large thud. He swiftly made a beeline towards you, yanking Sanji away from you as fast as he could. He slammed Sanji against the side of the ship, quickly drawing his sword to lunge at the cook. Sanji quickly dodged his attack, his foot striking down against him in a colossal thud; shaking the ship.

“Stop it!” Chopper called out, his small voice shrill to be heard above them; useless in their rage. “I said stop it! You’re scaring (y/n)!”

Both the boys looked over at you, their eyes watching your shaking frame, too stunned to say anything. You looked towards the floor, attempting to ground yourself, the fight flicking your fear responses into a state of panic.

“(Y/n)…” Zoro retreated his swords, kneeling down in front of you. You refused to look up at him, not wishing to see the rage etched on his beautifully tanned face. He would never wear that expression for you, but the remains of his bitterness hung over him like a poisonous snake.

“I’m sorry” his voice was low and sincere, “I didn’t mean to startle you”.

“I'm surprised you even know what that word means... you should’ve just left us alone…” Sanji piped up, quickly lighting a cigarette “she was safe with me”.

Zoro clenched his jaw, holding back what he wished to say, not wanting to upset you more than he already had. If he hadn’t seen your state of despair he would have ripped the cook into shreds by now; knowing he would never lay a hand on you again. But instead he was here, watching you frozen from actions he made in your presence.

“I can go and get Robin?” Chopper suggested, his small body moving away from you.

Zoro grunted in disapproval, giving the doctor a stern look. “No”.

“I could run you a bath?” he suggested, looking back over to you; his face softening. His heart hammered in his chest, rapidly trying to remember how the archeologist would care for you; hoping he could help instead. Your eyes gingerly flickered up to meet his face, nodding slightly, appreciating his efforts to calm you.

Relieved, he stood up, letting you rise at your own pace; not wishing to rush you. He looked over his shoulder at Sanji, raising a shit-eating grin at him in victory. Sanji ignored his childish remark, walking back into the kitchen, mumbling under his breath.

“I’ll, um, meet you up there” he mumbled, turning back to you. His eyes stayed focus on anything but you, too embarrassed to look at you directly; knowing he made such a bold request in front of people.

“Okay” your voice travelled low and mouse. He smiled weakly at the sound of your voice, finally looking up to see you; your eyes watching him lovingly.

He held himself back, wanting more than anything to hold you in that moment; to have your body cradled against him. He wanted to protect you. He needed to protect you.

Instead, he turned away from you, fisting his hands to stop from reaching out; carelessly heading up towards the bathroom.

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You knocked quietly on the door of the bathroom, a long silk robe tied around your body. You wrapped your arms around your chest, waiting patiently for Zoro to open the door. It had stunned you earlier; seeing Zoro’s attack while being so attentive to your anxiety. You were aware the bitterness him and the cook shared, so the fight didn’t surprise you. It did, however, raise past memories you wished to forget; turning their simple fight into a theatrical performance of remembrance.

The door creaked open slowly, leaving enough room for you to slip inside the darkness. You wedged your way in, not yet looking up at the man who let you in; basking in the warmth of the room. The lights were off, soft glow of candles lined the basin to your left, letting enough light in to see where everything was. You walked over to the bath, dipping your hand in to feel the temperature.

“Is it okay?” Zoro questioned.

“Yeah”

You turned around to face him finally, letting him approach you in timid steps. His eye fanned over your features as he stood over you; however you felt an ambience of calm with him. You were aware how he held you between the sheets, how gently he could be with you; knowing you were safe in this room with him.

His hand came up to your face slowly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. As his hand fell back down it glided over your shoulder, sliding down the robe off you. He leaned down to the patch of skin, his lips trailing up towards your neck; stippling gentle kisses. You moaned slightly, leaning into his touch, enjoying how his hands snaked around your waist; holding you to him.

His breath danced under your ear, panting heavily, holding back from wishing to take you there. He wanted to show you he wanted you more than just sex. He wanted to worship you.

You moved your head towards him, softly connecting your lips, your hands tangling into his shirt, pulling him in. You both moved against each other, feeling each slow pucker of your lips embrace each other’s taste. Your tongues stroked cautiously at each other; not wishing to pursue any form of hunger. Zoro held you against him with more vigour, his arms encapsulating you in a strong cradle. Although his actions were domineering, you felt at peace; melting into him. His hands cupped at your body, letting you feel enough resistance to break from him if you chose to. You eventually broke free from his lips, gasping for air, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck.

“Join me” you mumbled sheepishly, your hand tangling deeper into his shirt. He nodded, attempting to catch a breath of his own. “Okay”

He gently let go, moving away from your body, allowing you to turn around from him. You slowly stripped out of your clothing; heading into the bath before Zoro. He cautiously slid in behind you, letting you move at your own pace. Once situated behind you, his arms folded around your front, holding you still; his lips pressed to your head. He cupped at the water, dragging it over your stomach and chest, slowly making his way to your back. You leaned forward, doing the same to your legs, letting him immerse you in the warm water.

His eyes lingered on the scars over your back; long and raised. He had seen them many times before, and each time just as heartbreaking as the first. Bending down he kissed over you scars, sending shivers down your spine. Once blanketing your past in his lips he turned you around, gently sliding you up into his lap.

Your arms slid around his neck as he sat you down, holding you gently; his fingers tracing patterns on your back. Your head went back with a slight moan, his lips exploring your décolletage; alternating between soft bites and kisses like it was the first time tasting you. You shut your eyes, your hand threading into his hair, keeping him against your skin; relishing in his softness. A deep exhale shivered his skin, your body melting into his touch, ignoring his preparation to confess to you.

“I love you” he mumbled, his lips vibrating against your skin.

“Hmm?” You opened your eyes in shock, tugging his head up to you “what did you say?”

“I love you, (y/n)” he repeated, his breath gently fanning you.

You grew quiet, leaning back away from him; letting his words echo in your mind. You had repressed your own feelings for the swordsman out of fear, not wanting to make what you agreed on more than sex. But you would also be lying to yourself if you denied you wanted more from him; just too guarded to move on. You knew how fickle your emotions could be, so distraught just by the slightest movement; you didn’t want him to be the cause of this. You didn’t want him to regret being with you; repeating the same song of apology over and over.

“You don’t have to say it back” he whispered, his voice breaking out of sorrow.

“I just don’t want you to live your life with regret”

“I would never regret loving you”

“You don’t know that…” your hands slid down to his chest, shaking against his skin “you won’t know in months or years time; how it feels to love someone like me”

“I do; I have loved you for many months we have been together” his hands came over your own “and they have been the most magical months of my life”

“But…” you fumbled for words “we only agreed to sex… nothing more than that! We made a deal!”

“Yeah but things change, (y/n). I never planned on falling for you like this but I did and I can’t change that. I can’t change how I feel about you”

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, letting a small whimper part from your lips. You shook your head, dazed by what he was saying; afraid to give yourself fully to him. Afraid to give yourself to someone who you loved just as much just to be hurt. His arms slid around to hold you once more, washing your back to occupy himself as you both sat there in silence for the remainder of the bath; not wishing to disturb the questioning ambience that hung overhead.

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You sat against the side of the ship, watching your crew party on into the night. There was a strong wind that picked up as the night went on, easing your overheated body from all the forced dancing by the young doctor.

You glanced up as a large body suddenly blocked your wind. Zoro slugged over the railing, grasping a bottle tight in his hand, his eyes shut. His body swayed to keep himself standing upright; clearly drunk from his chosen poison that night.

“Are you alright?” You questioned, his head turning towards your voice. He grunted, turning around; sitting down with a large crash. His head went back, pressing the bottle to his lips as he chugged the remaining liquor down; chucking the bottle over the side and into the water. Sighing heavily, his eye fell towards your own; making you look away quickly.

He slid down the wall, his head hitting the floor with a loud whack as he sprawled out on the cold floorboards, soaking up the cool breeze. His eyes never left you, fanning over your features, slowly savouring every inch of you. You pretended to ignore him, focusing on how the captain and some of your fellow crew still danced around the musician.

“You’re so beautiful” he slurred “I could stare at you for the rest of my life if you’d let me”.

“Don’t say that…” you looked away, hiding the blush on your face.

“It’s true” he insisted “everything about you is perfect; so perfect for me”.

“Zoro…” you sighed

“No, (y/n)” His hand traced up your thigh, alerting you enough to turn and look over at him. “Just listen to me, please”

You fumbled around to say something but he cut you off.

“I love you. And I know you don’t believe me, but I do. And I will do everything I can to keep you safe. I never wish to hurt you; to lay a hand on you like they did. I never want to betray your trust”

You both fell quiet, looking at each other, taking in what he said. His words struck you like an iron blade, not expecting to hear such words spoken from him. Not after the first time.

“You don’t want me…” you mumbled, looking away from him again “that’s not how you wish to live your life”

“Don’t tell me what I want, (y/n). We can make it work for us, I know it”

“But I’m-“

“I know you get scared and I know I fit every rule you have placed on yourself against people like me” he sat up, inching himself closer to you. “But I also know how in love with you I am and if you feel any feelings towards me we can make it work together! I want to protect you, (y/n)”

Zoro knew about your past; about the men that hurt you. He knew just as well as anyone else, if not more, about the pain they caused you; the marks on your body he kissed in bed. He knew about your fears and reservations with love; how unpredictable it could be and how men caused them to rise. He knew he wasn’t like that. He knew he was meant to be yours.

You looked back at him then, studying his face closely, reading his tranquil eye. You knew what he was saying wasn’t some drunken mistake; that wasn’t his style. Everything he said was sincere and respectful, knowing your boundaries. He licked his lips before continuing, his hand gently caressing your leg as he spoke.

“If I have to spend my life proving it to you, that you’re the person I want to be with for the rest of my life, than so be it!”

“You’re drunk Zoro… you can’t confess like this…”

“Sober thoughts of a drunk mind”

“A drunk mind speaks a sober heart?” You corrected.

“Yes! See, (y/n), you know what I’m saying is true”

“But you’re-”

“Drunk, yes I know that!” His hand moved to your face, gently cupping your cheek, working sharply before you had a chance to run.

“I-“ you fumbled again, lost for words, not knowing how to respond to his confessions.

“Just be with me” he mumbled “please”. He leaned in, his lips mere inches from you, waiting patiently for you to make the first move; wanting you to seal your declaration first. His breath ached of dry alcohol and lust, tempting you to lean further towards him; your lips almost touching, grazing gently as he breathed heavily against you.

“But you’re still this tall brutal man... you're a swordsman...” you whispered, your voice shaking “and I know I’m going to get hurt”

“But I’m not; I’m not them” he pleaded, his arms suddenly wrapping around you, pulling you in a tight embrace. His lips found their way to your neck, peppering soft kisses against your skin, mumbling soft pleas to understand him. To understand that he wasn’t your past. To understand that he wanted to be your future.

“I know…” you muttered “but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared of being hurt. You know that. You know what happened to me… I can’t let it happen again”

“Then what can I do to prove myself?”

“I don’t know” you admitted weakly, giving in, your body falling into his hug “I really don’t know”

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Pacing back and forth you nibbled at the skin around your finger, nervous for your crew to return from battle. It had been arranged you weren’t to step foot in a battle ground; knowing how easy you freeze under the stress of gruesome combat. You stayed aboard the Thousand Sunny with Nami, both keeping watch; her more on you than anything else.

“He’ll be fine, (y/n)!” Nami insisted, not looking up from her spot on the deck; basking in the sun overhead.

“Hmm?” You questioned, averting your attention over to her.

“Zoro” she clarified “he’ll be okay; he always is”

“How did you-?”

“It’s obvious” she rolled her eyes, propping herself up on her arms as she looked over at you. You stopped pacing, situating yourself near her, encouraging to continue.

“You both have feelings for each other and that’s okay; you can let yourself give in to him”

“But-”

“No” she cut you off again, not wishing to hear your excuses “he is brute I will admit to that… but he is loyal more than anything. The way he is to Luffy is something you have seen I am sure; it’s the same way he is with you”

You blushed, looking down at your hands, picking at your skin nervously.

“He loves you, (y/n), we can all see that. He would take all your pain away in a second if he could; he never wishes to make you go through that again. You don’t see it, but the way he watches over you is something almost alien to the way he is with everyone else. He would do anything to keep you safe”

You shrugged, not realising what she said was true, letting her words take time to sink in. You were well aware of his feelings for you; he had told you many times before. It was your guard that was holding you back. You needed to work this in your own pace; you needed time to heal.

She sighed. “I know the relationship you have with him is confusing but he would never go back on his word if something were to happen between you two; something more than sex”

“You may be right…” you whispered, wishing to cut the conversation short.

The call of your captain whirled your head back towards the side of the ship, watching as your crew finally made their return. Your eyes lingered on the sprout of green hair as Zoro rose over the side of the ship, taking in a big sigh of relief. His body was battered and bruised with scrapes and cuts which was usual for the swordsman; his usual buff skin leaving marks of his victory. Your eyes was the first thing he noticed, a wash of relief embracing him as he leaned against the side, his eyes darting over your body to make sure you were okay.

Once the full crew was assembled, Chopper began to shout orders, dividing the wounded into a group to be looked over. You cautiously made your way over, feeling confident to raise your voice with Chopper talking to Zoro.

“I’ll patch him”

With Chopper’s approval you eagerly made your way to the infirmary, ushering Zoro to follow you. He didn’t waste time following at your heels, just as excited to see you again.

The door clicked behind you as his arms looped around your body, crushing you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay” he mumbled into your skin.

“Of course I am”

“They were coming this way…” he admitted “Yubi’s Crew were heading straight for the ship… I don’t know what I would have done if I came back and you weren’t here…”

“I’m okay; I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me” you stepped back from him, his arms finally letting you go “now go sit down so I can clean you up”

He blushed, not expecting his mannerisms to finally be believed, following your orders to the edge of the bed.

Slowly wiping over Zoro’s chest you cleaned off the excess blood, rinsing off the cloth into the bowl of dark water. Your movements were careful, not wishing to inflame any of his wounds, his body staying still; giving no rise to any major damage.

"I think I'm just about done" you promised, sopping up the remainder of blood around his abdomen. Satisfied with your progress you took a step back, examining your work. Your eyes met up to his, ignoring the damage you were supposed to check over.

He sprung up from his place, stalking over to you, not wishing to be apart from you; the distance like a stretch of ocean between you both. He stopped as he reached you, his face dropping, licking his lips before speaking.

"I know you're scared and I know that our dreams and our pasts are different... that I’m so swordsman that deals with things you’re afraid of… but I don't wish to live this life without you by my side. Out there I was so scared that I wasn't going to come back to you here, but when I saw you..."

He fluttered his eyes, blinking away brimming tears; a mixture of sadness and overwhelming relief. You stepped closer to him, closing the gap, your bodies radiating off each other in a delicious heat that flushed your faces.

“Zoro, I…”

His eye searched your face, a sad smile gracing his beautifully cracked and bloodied lips. Leaning in you swiftly pressed your lips to him, hoping you wouldn’t have to say anything for him to understand how you felt for him. You didn’t know how to confess without fear bubbling away at you; eating away as you projected words you didn’t even realise you were saying. You needed action. You needed this kiss to seal everything he already knew; everything he wanted.

Cupping your face be broke away, failing to hide his delighted smile. “So does this mean you feel the same?”

“Yeah”

He let out a soft chuckle, pulling your lips back on his; his lips parting to allow his tongue to glide across your lip. Your hands fell to his chest, scratching him softly as your kisses grew hungrier; your tongues battling to taste one another.

Eventually, he pulled away, gasping for air, the smile on his face remaining unbreakable with delight.

“What do you need for this to work? I don’t want to push you”

“Time” you admitted weakly “just time for me to come to terms with this… with us…”

“I’ll give you anything you ask for” his hands worked down around you ass, cupping you as he slipped you up around him, holding you tentatively. “All I ask is I get to love you as mine”.

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misyelw · 3 months ago

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heyyy!!! can i request zoro nsfw in the bath?? your posts are so so so so so so good

Hey sweetie! I feel like I’ve been doing so much rough nsfw lately so I did something a little softer I hope that’s okay I also apologise this took me so long to post I was having trouble with the editing for a while

Relax

(NSFW)

Warning: bath sex, vaginal sex, f orgasm, m orgasm, cream pie

Summary: timid reader attempts to look after her crush Zoro by suggesting a bath; which takes a different turn than they both expected.

Word Count: 2,000

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Zoro leaned back into the hot bath; relaxing his muscles after a long day. It wasn’t usually like him to take your advice but his muscles were too stiff to ignore; he would try anything to get back into training. He felt almost idiotic lying there, basking in the hot water with nothing to do. That was until you knocked on the door sheepishly, popping your head in, a cup of tea in your hands “I thought this would help…”. He watched as you entered the room, soft footsteps floating towards him to hand him the tea. He wanted to deny your offer, knowing a bottle of alcohol would taste better, but how could he deny such a delicate request. Especially from you. You wore your heart on your sleeve, he could see that, and the sleeve you wore for him was always loving and kind. He could tell you wanted to look after him; keep him safe. The tea was set down next to his head, on the ledge, just in reach if need be. You sat down next to it, your elegant curves twisting as you sat on the ledge of the bath. Your eyes swam with worry like they always did after he trained, knowing too well he pushed himself far beyond his limits. “How is the bath?” You questioned, avoiding temptation to look beyond the bubbles that swam around him. “Fine” he shrugged. You sighed heavily, not really knowing what else you could do to help him. You cared for him deeply, for reasons known to your soul, but clueless to everyone around you. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked innocently, smiling down at him. He exhaled sharply; his lips curling into a devilish smirk. He had only one request.

“Join me”

You furrowed your brow at his request, not almost understanding it at first. His words echoed through your head a few times, falling into place to make sense. “Oh” was all you could manage to say, your eyes wide in shock. He watched you carefully, waiting for a better response, not taking ‘oh’ as a proper answer. Your heart raced in your chest, knowing you had already made up your mind. You were too nervous to say it out loud, nodding instead, hoping he would take that as a proper answer. He adjusted himself up, making room for you at the bottom of the bath, moving the bubbles aside for you. You rose from the ledge turning around; your back to him. He watched you carefully as you slipped your dress up over your head, admiring your figure. He couldn’t take his eyes off you; admiring every fold and curve that created your body. That created you. He didn’t think he could like you anymore than he did right in that very moment; watching you so beautiful and vulnerable for him. You held the dress still against you as your turned to face him, covering yourself, blushing “do you mind closing your eyes?” He nodded, following your command, hearing the light splashes as you finally entered the bath at his feet. With a weary sigh you plopped into the warm water, basking in the steam. Zoro finally opened his eyes, meeting yours as you sunk back, covering yourself in some of the bubbles. “Is this better?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. He thought for a moment, not knowing the proper response. Was it better you were here? Yes. Was it better that you were still so far away from him?

“No”

“Oh. Di-, did you want me to lea-“

“No; Come to me”

The words just slipped out of his mouth, not meaning to say them to you. But it was too late now, your face in shock again, not expecting his answer. This time he couldn’t wait for a timid answer back, he needed you now. He leaned forward, shifting his weight to get to you, his face inching towards yours. Slowly his lips met yours, warm and gentle, fitting against you just right. You sat there, letting him kiss you, not knowing at first what to do. Your hands shook with nerves, not expecting your crush to be so bold; and to you of all people. Even though he was a typical brute, he stayed gentle against your lips; waiting for you to reciprocate and give him permission to be rougher with you. You took a deep breath, pressing back against his lips eager to taste more of him; feel more of him. He hummed against you, finally feeling you ease into him; your lips snug against his. His large hands picked you up with ease, lifting you into his lap. You gasped as you felt his hardened muscles against you, not realising how big it was. His hand went to your forehead, brushing back the hair that stuck, tucking them behind your ear. His movements were gentle but you knew from the throbbing muscle under you he was holding back. He wanted more. You wanted to give him more. You felt a sudden urge take hold of you, feeling him pulsing against you, grinding yourself in his lap, pleading moans escaping your lips. This time it was his turn to be shocked, not realised how turned on you were; matching his energy. He growled against you, rocking you harder into his lap, feeling his muscle throb harder with need. The water around you started to slosh against the sides of the bath, creating waves to guide you to each other.

“Can I?” he mumbled, finally parting from your lips. “Yes, please yes” you whined a little too desperately. You squat, lifting yourself above the water, letting your core dangle in his eye level. He watched, licking his lips as he pushed his hips up, adjusting to you above the water, making sure you both were released from the friction of the liquid below. He spread your legs wide with his hand, rubbing his tip against you, attempting to inch himself up inside you. You whimpered against him as he finally slid in; the pressure of his cock splitting you open so beautifully painful. He was bigger than you thought; your walls clamping around him as you tensed up. “Hey” he cooed, resting himself inside you “ease up, it’s okay. Just relax for me”. You gently sat yourself back down, your lip trembling at the pressure. His large hands came around your waist, traced shapes on your back as he helped to lower you back down into the water. He soothed you under the warm water, letting you adjust to him, your head buried into his shoulder. Your body felt ill, not used to being so full, leaning against him for support as you slowly adjusted, not knowing how to cope with him inside you like this. You wanted it. You wanted him so bad. But suddenly feeling him inside you this way was light years from what you ever imagined it could be like.

Eventually, your body began to ease, allowing him to fit perfectly inside you; throbbing with need. You let out a shaky breath looking up at him, admiring his large grey eyes that stayed glued to you. It was very rarely you ever got to see Zoro be gentle and patient; and you appreciated it now more than ever. He wasn’t as brute or rash to fuck you as you imagined he would be; letting you catch up to him. You leaned up, connecting your lips to him, acting as a foundation as you rocked yourself on his lap. He groaned, his hands cupping into you, holding you to him against the water. The cocoon around you created the most wonderfully warm escape; helping to ease you both into each other. He began to thrust upwards, sloshing you above the water with every movement, his pace picking up as your moans got louder; encouraging him. Your arms slipped around his neck, pulling you to him, edging him to fit deeper into your walls; desperate groans calling for him. The room filled up with sounds of the water as it rocked around you, carrying your moans out into the air. Your head went back in pleasure, your eyes shutting tight as his cock throbbed against your walls, brushing in such a satisfying way. You chanted out swears, taking Zoro by surprise, not hearing you speak like this before. He watched as you rode him in ecstasy, your face screwed up as you continued your cruel chant. His eyes fell down to your chest, admiring you properly for the first time; making him groan out. His hand gripped into your ass as you rocked against him, keeping you steady and close to him. You yelped out at his contact, not expecting the sudden impact on your skin. Your body slowed down, overwhelmed, your grip around him growing weak as your legs grew tired.

Zoro’s hand slid towards your waist, allowing you to swiftly spin around, resting your back against him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You leaned back against him, your hands resting on the ledge of the bath for stability. His arms wrapped around you, holding you still and safe, his legs sitting in between your own. His legs hoisted up, lifting your lower half out the water; the sudden chill of the room making your body tense up. He hissed, feeling as you contracted around him, holding him still inside you. Slowly he thrusted into you, attempting to warm you up so you would relax around him again. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, making you tingle as he moaned into your skin. His fingers fell to your clit, finally easing you around him, allowing him to thrust in deeper. His cock danced deeper inside your walls, creating a delicious grind where you didn’t think could be possible. Your head went back against him, crying out as his pace picked up again. Your body folded against his as he thrusted, moving with him. You felt weak against him, the sheer size of his body and his throbbing muscle inside you making you feel lightheaded. His other hand went to your neck, pressing slightly, fogging your vision as you attempted to stay conscious with him. A warm sting burned between your legs forcing you to widen them open, allowing him to penetrate deeper. His hand on your bud sped up, causing you to arch your back against him, stuttering moans. You spasmed around him with a loud cry as you orgasmed; surprised by the sudden release. You gripped harder into the ledge, grounding yourself as Zoro continued to thrust against you; your core growing sensitive. “Zoro” you whimpered, your body shaking. “I know, I know” he soothed “I’m almost there just stay with me a little longer”. You whimpered in agreement, shutting your eyes tight, bracing yourself. You could feel his body starting to slow down, his movements growing slow; long groans vibrating from his chest. His hands moved towards your hips, holding you still as he sloppily thrusted up, emptying himself. His body twitched under you, moving your bodies in time with the water; the level now much lower than which you started with. He bit down on your shoulder, grunting through it; his large muscles jolting you above him. He came down with a heavy sigh, wrapping his arms around you, kissing over where he bit. “I just think I found my favourite way to relax…” he panted, holding you close to him. “With the tea?” You questioned, making him smirk. “Yeah, with the tea”.

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Mandatory nap

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader Note: just take a nap with Law and Chopper. fluff and cute. sfw.

word count: 2.7k

Law refused to sleep in the same room as the Straw Hat idiots. The men's room had an unpleasant smell to the surgeon's sensitive nose. He joined the Straw Hat crew a few days ago, just for alliance reasons, and the few hours he's been sleeping have been in a hidden couch in the library.

Law has gone days without sleep before, usually resists quite well, but the recent events in Punk Hazard and the obsession with his plan to defeat Doflamingo, is taking its toll on him. The naturally dark circles under his eyes were even more marked. His body felt heavy and the headaches persisted for too long. He's a doctor, knows that he was on the verge of collapse, but he still refused to sleep in that unpleasant room. So drink large amounts of caffeine, even though he hate coffee.

Chopper has been watching the other doctor from a distance, worried and curious about him. During their time together on the island of ice and lava, he was surprised by the pirate's medical knowledge and took a certain respect and admiration from him. He wanted to be his friend, but the serious and dark appearance scares him enough not to approach his. That's why Chopper knows Law hadn't slept well in a while, could read the extreme tiredness in his body. In an act of bravery, he asked Sanji for help to make a special tea, which hoped would help him rest and regain energy, but he did not dare approach the man.

From the door of the library, where Chopper learned that Torao spent much of his time, with the hot cup in his hands he debates whether to close or not. Is afraid that he will take the gesture in the wrong way. He already looked quite moody sitting at one of the desks, leaning in a not at all comfortable position over a sea of books and notes scattered everywhere. The tension and frustration could be felt in the air around Law. He wants to help him.

"What's wrong Chopper?" Your soft voice makes him jump a little, scaring him. Some of the tea spills over. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you had something hot with you."

The reindeer's eyes shine when he sees you there. You can help him! Chopper had noticed that Law is a little more comfortable around you in the few interactions they've had. You had a calm and peace aura that used to help everyone relax. You're the ideal person to help in his mission!

"Oh, can you help me? Please" He asks you in a whisper, not wanting to be discovered.

You follow his gaze from the cup he holds out for you to where you see the new ally frowning at a piece of paper. His back must ache from the horrible posture and his eyes burn from the poor lighting. His characteristic hat lies to one side, leaving his mop of dark hair free. Your hand itches to run the tip through the strands that fall on the nape of his neck.

"Is this for Torao?" You ask him taking the cup. Chopper nods. "And you want me to take it to him?" Chopper nods again, happily.

You think about it for a second. It's true that you've spoken to the Captain of the Heart Pirates before, but were just casual chats. If you're honest, you were attracted to the pirate since the first meeting between the crews, two years ago. Law gave off an attractive, mysterious and addictive aura. You wanted to get to know him little by little, sure that beneath that bitter face there was much more. He had helped Luffy when none of you could. That fact made your attraction to him only grow. And with each day you spent together, you became more sure of it. However, you also have to be honest that it was a little scary.

But seeing him so stressed bothers you. And you understand that Chopper feels the same way. Both have taken a certain appreciation to the man.

“Mmmm,” you hesitate, biting the inside of your cheek. "What if we go together? It scares me a little, too" confess with a knowing smile.

It only takes a few seconds for Chopper to nod and extend his hand to take your free one. Determined, but slowly, you approach Law's desk. Up close he looks even more haggard due to insomnia and stress. The pirate ignores you two even though he can feel next to him. He's not in the mood to socialize.

You scratch your throat seeking his attention, Chopper repeats the action when sees that Law ignores you. Realizing that you won't leave, he sighs tiredly and turns to the two of you.

"What do you need?" He asks deadpan. His eyebrow raises when you leave the still warm cup on the desk, between a book and his forearm.

"Chopper made this for you," you gesture to the tea.

Law's gaze moves from you to the tea and to Chopper. It's hard to read his expression, so the doctor rushes to speak.

"It's an herbal infusion so you can rest better, Torao!" His voice sounds animated and he approaches the table, pointing out all the ingredients has.

Law just looks at him, a little surprised and touched by the reindeer's concern. Tenderness washes over him, and is so tired that a bit of his bitter expression falls away. Chopper is too excited about his creation to notice, but you can see through the frown. His lips tremble and you smile in recognition of victory.

You watch as the man looks at the cup with an indecipherable look before bringing it to his mouth, blowing gently before tasting the infusion. That insignificant action shouldn't weaken your legs like it does. His pursed lips as he blows the steam and his large tattooed hands wrapped around the small porcelain cup take your mind to places you'd rather ignore.

"Thank you."

His solemn but dry tone brings you back to reality. Up close you can see how tired he is, like he's about to pass out. Chopper seems to think the same from the look gives you. It's obvious that Law prefers to be left alone, but instead you point to the couch near the window, before heading there with Chopper. You both take a book and sit together on the couch, pretending to read while watch Law fight sleep as time passes. It's almost cute to watch him struggle to keep his eyes open. Somehow it's contagious, sleep begins to invade the two of you too. Chopper lets out a small yawn as snuggles closer to you. You imitate him.

The sun is about to disappear behind the sea when Law finally gathers his things and stands up. He's been aware of presence accompanying him, and if is honest with himself, it was a little comforting. Along with Robin, you were the Straw Hats who brought him the least problems, and who weren't complete idiots. That's why he drank the damn tea, even though getting sleep wasn't the main problem. He stood up only to stretch his legs and the stiff muscles in his back, preparing for another session of uncomfortable sleeping on the couch where you and the doctor were now resting. It was comfortable, not to sleep in, but it was better than the smelly room.

"Hey, Torao," you say quietly, noticing how sleepy the reindeer was. "You should go rest, you're too pale."

Law can't help but let out a short, sarcastic laugh, insomnia bringing out the worst in him. He tended to bring out his cold and sadistic side.

"And where the hell do you expect me to sleep?" His voice is thick with annoyance. "With that group of caveman tails?"

He is aware that is being mean to you, that you're not to blame for anything, but he can't help it. He is upset and frustrated. Lack of sleep only adds to a long list of worries to take care of. List that seems to be getting longer and longer.

You look at him, not taking his tone personally. He's stretching his muscles and bones, you can see some of his tanned skin exposed when he raises his arms. His face pale and sunken. And you think about his words. Yes, the boys' room is not the best option for sleeping. Always smells something bad and almost everyone snores.

Chopper wakes up next to you, uncomfortable with Torao's outburst, but willing to help him.

"You can sleep in the Nursing " he suggests kindly but shy.

You see Law open his mouth and hurry up before another snide comment escapes of his pretty mouth. You take the Chopper by the hand and as fast as you can you approach Law, taking his hand as well.

"That's a good idea!" You say as you drag them to the medical wing. "It's the best place to sleep. Let's take a nap!"

The medical area is close to the library, so it's a short but fun tour for you. You know if the Surgeon of Death wasn't so tired could easily take you down, but you're lucky. He just sighed in annoyance and exhaustion.

It's a large room that is not only used as an nursing, but is also part of where Chopper conducts his research. With such large limbs, the stretcher is wide and comfortable. You and Chopper have taken a few naps there, so you know it firsthand. You turn to them, Chopper is happy to find a comfortable place to rest, but the grumpy man only sees the large bed with suspicion.

You know where the doctor hides the best pillows and clean sheets, so you set out to make the ideal bed for ideal sleep. When you finish, happy with your result and take off your shoes. Chopper imitates you. Law remains static where you left him.

"What's wrong, Torao?" You ask, patting the stretcher next to you. "Come on, join us."

"I thought it would be an individual nap," he says, clearly uncomfortable. "I don't share a bed with anyone."

Lucky for you and the reindeer, you don't care. Roll your eyes, tired of him being so pessimistic and boring. When you're finally barefoot, stand up only to push him onto the bed. Apparently you have to do things by force. Law is surprised when you sit him down on the bed, next to a sleepy reindeer who pats the pillow, inviting him to lie down.

His face burn as you squirm in front of him, brows and lips pursed in determination. The view is something Law prefers not to delve into, not when there are people around and he is vulnerable from sleep. For his peace of mind, you only take his shoes and the katana out, leaving everything next to the bed. You also take the hat from his left hand, which Law took before leaving, unable to separate himself from it. You leave it hanging from the head of the bed.

"Lie down," you order him, firmly and with an unfriendly face. Law complains but does it. A sigh of relief escapes his lips, his back finally resting comfortably. "Good boy."

Law actually has to bite his lip to prevent the moan that seeks to escape at the compliment. You have more power over him than you expect and than he would like to admit. Chopper settles in next to him.

"I know it's uncomfortable for you. But trust it will be the best nap ever. It calms you down," he assures before closing his eyes.

Law remembers how almost every Straw Hat has said something similar about you at some point. That you bring peace. Harmony. Calm. If Law think about it, he has witnessed it. How you calm down the fights between the cook and the swordsman, or how you prevent Luffy from dying because of some hyperactive nonsense. He too has been a victim of such power, he realizes. The few times you've interacted until then, he's always felt even a little calmer. When Luffy first deviated from his plan, you grabbed him by the shoulder, laughing about how it was typical of your captain and how Law shouldn't worry so much. Coming from anyone else, it was kind of annoying, but it wasn't because it was you. You also helped him feel less desperate when everything seemed to fail. And you had only touched his shoulder.

Robin denied that you were a devil fruit user, and he would think it was a vile lie if he hadn't seen you swimming in the middle of the sea.

Then, he gave up. Fell onto the mattress. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his body finally relaxing. It felt good. He almost managed to fall into the clutches of sleep the instant his head hit the soft pillow if it weren't for his paranoia. Law felt something move next to him and went to defend himself when you grabbed his hand in the air. It was you, he recognized you by touch. You had turned off the light and moved slowly to lie next to him. He could barely see your face because of the starlight that came through the curtains.

"Shhh," you whispered nearby, watching as Chopper let out a small snore before moving closer to Law. "You're going to wake him up."

You didn't wait for a answer and laid down next to him, with one hand on his chest, pulling his body back to sleep. You weren't touching, but could both feel each other's warmth. It was calm. Law allowed himself to relax completely. Your muscles deflate and your spine finally has a rest. He feels the little reindeer snuggle against his right arm and smiles vaguely, remembering his first mate. Law really misses his crew.

"Law," you whisper after a while. The named freezes, it's the first time you've called him by his name and it's so... intimate.

"I thought we were going to sleep," he says, feigning harshness. He hears you move uncomfortably in bed.

"I know," you move closer to him. "But... can I hug you?"

His heart stops for a second. Law is not a man of tact, but he is urged by yours. Something he can't -or won't - identify vibrates inside him, cheering for you; for all of you.

"Yes," he whisper, softer and more devoted than he expects, but it's worth it.

Your body is even warmer and softer than Law expected. You hug his left arm, resting your head on his shoulder. One of your legs intertwines with his. It's not uncomfortable, it feels almost natural. One of your hands caresses his arm in a slow, gentle rhythm. Your contented sigh tickles his neck.

You're being bold, you know, but you can't help it. From the moment you saw him so discouraged and tired, you wanted this. You wanted him to rest. Let him rest in your arms. You wanted to feel the body of your precious Torao. You wanted to be warm just for him.

What really surprised you was feeling how his body calmed against yours, how they fit together like puzzle pieces and how his large, tattooed hand caressed your exposed thigh.

The big grumpy and cold Trafalgar D. Water Law dropped his mask for just one night. He let you and Chopper cling to his sides. He felt tickled when the doctor's nose rubbed against his side or when your hand moved from his arm to his chest. Only with Bepo could sleep so comfortably, and Law promised himself that if ever had the chance, he would allow you to join his naps together.

Chopper was right, you give the best naps. Now he had one more reason to steal you and take you with him, one more than your intellect and an incomprehensible desire to be by your side.

Robin entered the Nursing the next morning, looking for Chopper. It was a pleasant surprise to find the three of you in a mixture of hugs and sleepy caresses. A knowing smile adorned her face. She came out again, announcing to everyone that the Nursing was closed until further notice.

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Headcanons: Kengan Men Falling in Love with you / Confessing

P.S. Gaolangs' is a little long I know...sorrryyyy

Ohma Tokita

• Had no idea what the hell love was. He's rarely experienced attraction, but love ?

• Meets you, immediately gets a smile on his face because he appeared behind you and saw how cute you looked when you got startled by him.

• You were working for Kazuo when you two met. Right before the Annihilation tournament.

• At first, he'd be the one teasing you because of how jittery you were around him. But that changed as soon as you got to know him.

• Ohma was a good looking, strong willed, yet thoughtful man. You admired him with all his flaws included. You fell in love when you two accidentally made eyecontact after he had one a fight. He gave you a smirk and all you could do was feel the heat rise to your face.

• What's this? His heart beats faster when he's near you, he wants to be with you 24/7. Can see a future with you?

• Kazuo tells him it's love.

• Yup it's love.

• Niko, a passionate lover of women, failed to elaborate what love was to him. So he goes to Kazuo for answers.

• Is very conflicted on what to do. He doesn't want to picture a life without you, but also confused about what you think of him.

• He confesses first, albeit in his own unique way. Aka you and him were teasing eachother and he accidentally admits that he wants a future with you.

• You, feeling the same way, ask him to close his eyes. He obliged, and you took that chance to kiss his bruised cheek. Also admitting that you felt the same way

• Never been happier in his life. Now its his turn.

• "Can I do something?" You nod. He pulls you in by your waist and kisses your lips as best as he can.

• Not bad for his first kiss, not bad at all.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Love at first sight kinda guy. Can't help it

• Sees you and is immediately head over heels, face first in the ground, on his knees pleading in love with you

• One sided, you hardly know this dude and are taken aback by his strong advances.

• He doesn't give up on you, takes every chance to flirt ask you out, compliment you

• He eventually notices that he's not as attracted to other women anymore, seems like he's got his sights set on you.

• You can't help but also fall in love with him after a while. He's such a dork. Always excited to see you, always thinking of you. You can't help but sigh and accept your feelings

• You see him change his approach to flirting, instead of coming off strong he comes off more sincere.

• You accept when he asks you out on a date

• End of the date. It seems he's planned this whole thing out very thoughtfully. You had a genuinely good time and felt your heart skip a beat when he looks at you with a smile

• He confesses first, but he knows what he's doing this time. Holding your hand with a blush on his face, he lists everything he admires about you.

• You interrupt him, ready to cry at how well that pulled on your heart strings. You confess as well.

• There's a moment of soft silence between the both of you.

• He picks you up and spins you around while joyously laughing. You hug him back as he spins you. Nothing in your life ever felt quite as right as this.

Raian Kure

• Enemies/Rivals to Lovers.

• You were a family friend of the Kures and Erioh had offered to train you. Both you and Raian were in your mid-teens

• You two couldn't STAND eachother. Constant bickering over who was the better fighter. He threw insults and you threw them back

• Sometimes your insults were so good they impressed him. He caught himself smiling sometimes when you two had a screaming match. Damn, you were good.

• You developed feelings first, maybe a year after you two met.

• As you two got older, Erioh saw the bond between you and hounded Raian to make you his S/O.

• Erioh made him realize his feelings.

• Raian got noticeably more protective of you while also getting on your nerves. It confused you at first.

• The whole family knew about your dynamic with Raian at this point, even Karura supported you guys getting together

• After several years, you two were adults and STILL weren't together

• As you two were bickering while sparring as per usual, one thing lead to another and-

• "I love you, you fucking idiot" "I love you too you shit sniffing douchebag"

• You had him pinned down, both panting as you finished your thoughts to eachother. Starring at eachother while sweating

• Grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips onto yours. One kiss turned into a rough makeout session, the two of you fighting for who got to be on top. It lasted an hour before the both of you said anything to eachother. Afterall, you guys had years of romantic tension.

• With his lips swollen, neck covered in bite marks, he gives you a teethy smile. "About fuckin' time we said something, huh?"

Gaolang Wongsawat

• You write and run an extremely popular article/blog about the latest and greatest fights and fighters.

• You're well respected among the community, let's say that.

• You hear about the Thai God of War, it piqued your interest so you book a flight to Thailand to see the heavy weight boxing championship.

• King Rama spots and instantly recognizes you. Calls one of the security guards to bring you over to the Royal Suite viewing area.

• Wants you to meet Gaolang and exchange numbers so you can write an article about him. Something about it bringing more tourists. I mean, that was your plan in the first place.

• After the fight is over, King Rama escorts you to the locker room. And there he is, sitting on a bench with a towel over his shoulders. Sweating, but not harmed like his opponent. You have to tell yourself not to stare too much.

• King Rama introduces you, Gaolang nods and agrees to meeting up at the palace so you can interview his properly. Long story short, you have his number now.

• A day after, you and him stroll in the royal gardens. You scribble things down in your notepad about him, but half of the time you're admiring how handsome he looks.

• Of course you catch feelings first.

• His voice makes you weak in the knees, and the way he says your name makes you wanna turn into a puddle.

• The interview was a success, the two of you say your goodbyes.

• You text him a thank you, and he responds with "It was a lovely experience chatting with you. I hope to read your article soon". Major butterflies as you slide down in you plane seat.

• Another texts appears as soon as you land- " Will you coming back to Thailand for any other fights? "

• Is this what you thought it was? You responded with a "maybe, it depends"

• Things escalated from there, weeks later you've booked another flight back to Thailand to see him fight again. And then again just to see him. Soon he was paying for your flights. You stayed for weeks on end.

• It started more as a fling, he felt attracted to you the more you texted him.

• He is a certified yearner. Every second you weren't around he was thinking about you.

• It was your last day in Thailand before heading back. He had taken you to a private beach to spend the remainder of your time together. You both were in the water as the sun set in the distance.

• He held you up against him while your legs wrapped around his hips. Holding onto your thighs tightly while your arms were secured around his neck.

• "You mean everything, stay here with me. I don't think I can bear the thought of you leaving again" he mumbled into your lips breathlessly.

Yoroizuka Saw Paing

• You are an aspiring artist looking to explore the villages in Japan. Hoping to capture the essence of them and learn their cultures.

• You heard of The Village of Dawn in Kyushu, and ventured out into the mountains.

• You found it with the power of sheer will, it was actually pretty easy since you started to hear something like battle cries coming from within the forest.

• The people were quick to accept you, they honored your cause and learning the culture. The Chief lead you around, showing you various traditions.

• "SHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" A voice boomed, almost shaking you off your feet. The Chief chases after you as you go off in the direction of the voice

• There he was, harshly swinging his head into plates of pure stone. You had never seen anything quite like it. The Chief introduces him as Yoroizuka Saw Paing, the villages' representative fighter.

• Saw Paing turns around with an unyielding smile, and a big red spot where he'd headbutt. You knew from the start that he'd most likely be the subject of your painting.

• He is overjoyed to see a person from the outside care about his village and people. Thinks what you're doing is awesome.

• You eventually get used to his loud voice and personality as you follow him around, sketching his various poses and facial features.

• He catches feelings first. He's never gotten this much attention from a someone before.

• "Hey (Reader) watch this!" "(Reader) look what I can do!" Saw really likes showing off for you, like a lot.

• Keeps you in the back of his mind when training, and it only makes him smile more.

• He is so dumb, but so lovable. Just thinking about his big dumbness in general makes you kick your feet and squeal into a pillow

• It's the day of one of his fights, he vows to fight for his village and for you.

• He hears you cheering him on, and that only fires him up more.

• Of course he wins. He leaps out of the ring and runs straight to you, sweeping you off your feet. Infront of the whole crowd, he kisses your lips with a fiery passion of what was to be expected of the strongest Lethwei fighter the world had seen.

Kanoh Agito

• Has never experienced attraction or love for anybody or anything (besides hot baths)

• Katahara Metsudo hired you as a body guard, that's when he met you. It was rare for him to hire bodyguards, as that wasn't his usual way of finding protection.

• Didn't think much of you at first, like he did with all the other people he meets unless they impress him in some way.

• If you're a woman, he'd expect you to be more 'fragile'. He hasn't really seen a female fighter before.

• Either way, you unknowingly prove yourself to him by saving Sayaka from assailants. Your moves were swift and precise, and you were able to defeat them without leaving a huge mess.

• Not only that, but you showed no fear when it came to him. The other body guards remained wary and cautious around him, while you didnt seem to care.

• You treated him like a human. Which was new coming from someone he didn't consider family.

• As a man of few words, he felt like he could have real conversations with someone. He opens up about his past, like the human Gu ritual.

• He gets his first hug ever from you. And he, awkwardly, tries to return it.

• For a few days, he thinks about what happened between the two of you. He tells Metsudo about how he feels around you. Metsudo laughs "Well then, tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• He avoids you for a while, which leaves you a bit conflicted and hurt because you really did care about him.

• He finally pulls you aside and repeats what he said to Metsudo. "I have a...strong regard for you"

• You laugh and he gets confused. "So you're saying you love me then?" You tilt your head.

• Love. That's the word. Love. He nods while humming. You smile at him, you never really considered him as a love interest. But that could definitely change. "Then say it, say it with no fear. There's nothing holding you back"

• Now that he had the words, he breathed deeply and looked you in the eyes. "I...love you"

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• The two of you met at the training gym most Kengan fighters frequented. You were new so he kept a close eye on you.

• You asked him for a spot on the squat rack, which he happily obliged. You were clearly experienced and didn't seem to need a spot with how easily you lifted without failing.

• From then on, it was small conversations here and there. Small greetings then going on with training.

• He garnered a very small crush because of how dedicated you were to coming and working on yourself.

• Honestly, he started getting distracted. Even when he was bench pressing 1000 pounds he zoned out while looking at you.

• Dropped a weight on Okubos foot while watching you practice striking a punching bag.

• He wanted to get to know you more, so he asked for you to be his part time Gym buddy. Of course he couldn't replace Okubo, he'd be heart broken.

• You couldn't keep up with him when it came to weights, but he could definitely jog with you and teach techniques when it came to fighting.

• Lihito and Okubo watch him closely as his usual mature and tough personality clearly was absent when he was with you. "You leaving us bro?" "Don't tell us you're in love!"

• Wakatsuki didn't care what the others thought. No one had ever made him feel this way, especially at his age.

• Asks you out on a date. You had such a deep admiration of him, so you accept. You could definitely see yourself with him.

• One date lead to another, then another, then another. People thought you were official, but nothing had ever been said between you two about becoming a thing.

• He was so nervous, way more nervous then when a fight was about to start. He almost sweat through his nice dress shirt while you sat accross from him, talking about whatever. Today was the day he wanted to ask you the question.

• He'd completely crushed and bent the silverware in his grip like it was tin.

• Quite literally shaking, he loosened his collar and bit the bullet. "I knew from the first day I saw you that I couldn't love anyone else the way I love you" he swallowed. "Please, be mine"

• Your heart lept out of your chest. His golden-brown eyes looking into yours, pleading for a response.

• "Of course I will" You placed your hand on his.

• His shoulders visibly untensed. He took your hand in a gentle hold and kissed your knuckles repeatedly, his way of thanking you.

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