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where you belong [2/10]

Summary: As Luffy's big sister, you've viewed it to be your job to see him become King of the Pirates in place of your absent parents, even as you try to find where it is you belong in the world. You never really expected to draw the attention of Trafalgar Law in the process.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warnings: Discussion of feelings of abandonment, age gap relationship (four years), brief secret relationship, mentions and heavy refences to sex, mentions of alcohol, typical One Piece stuff. Other warnings to be added if needed.

Note: Sorry this has taken so long! I wanted to really progress these two and get some moments between them, so the chapter ended up bigger than planned! Next one is a good one I think. ;) Forgot to mention last time but Reader is going to be described as shorter than Law, and that height difference can be your own interpretation (I'm 5ft tall, these men would tower over me).

I am also FLOORED at how well received the first chapter was and that we've got a taglist for this series, my gosh. You guys are so sweet and wonderful!! If I missed you on the taglist PLEASE let me know and I will add you to the future chapters! I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and the beginning of Law and Reader falling for each other!

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[Ch. 1]

You spend the next week learning more about the Polar Tang and the Heart Pirates themselves, Law taking most of your time to help you get used to things. He's made sure you understand the basic rules of the ship, for his crew, including the boiler suits, and what do in case of certain emergencies. You’re going to be working on your poisons in his office, in case anything happens, he can help you fix it. You’re honestly grateful for the time everyone has taken to help you get your bearings straight and work out where things are. You’ll be sharing a room with Ikkaku, who is so glad to have another girl aboard for as long as you are. She’s already started sharing some gossip with you, pointing out those involved so you knew who was who on top of it all.

Penguin has been extremely kind and helpful, telling you that you’re welcome to join him for night watches once you tell him you spend a lot of time writing during your shifts on the Sunny.

Shachi and Uni both showed you around some of the major maintenance areas, both promising they’d help you learn the most basic things so you can be of help if needed.

You’re about to join Bepo for a quick navigation lesson before their captain calls you, wanting to discuss somethings with you before you got too far away.

Law, although he agreed to letting you stay with him and his crew, still isn’t entirely sure what to do with you. There’s still that strange feeling in his chest when you smile at him, as you thank him for all his help and allowing you to stay, once he brings you to his office again a few days later, and he waves you off.

“You don’t have to thank me constantly.”

“I know,” you smile again and he feels that feeling that’s been hanging around, but Law tries to ignore it, “I’m just…really grateful. I know my being here may be a burden—”

“Not a burden, you’re welcome here. Everyone’s glad you’re staying around for now.”

Hearing that makes you brighten up, as Law starts to question you more about what you do for the Straw Hats, and what you can bring to his crew in the meantime. You list off everything you’ve come to learn about being at sea from being a Straw Hat, Law making mental notes on other things to ask about later.

“Any other special talents we should know about?”

You start to think, pressing a finger to your chin while you do so. Another action Law has to tell himself isn’t cute, before you grin and lean in close to him, quietly speaking.

“I can see the dead.”

Complete silence as Law raises an eyebrow at you as you continue to grin, halfway expecting him to ask for proof. Ask you to tell him about a spirit that might be hanging around the Polar Tang, or around one his crewmembers, but he doesn’t ask anything, eventually returning to a straight face.

“No you can’t.”

“…okay fine, I can’t. It’d be cool though!”

He rolls his eyes, which makes you laugh in return. Law goes to let you out of his office which you oblige by, knowing he’s done talking with you now that you’ve made your joke. He stops you with a hand on your shoulder first, you giving him a questioning look.

“I’ll help you make antidotes for your poisons. But you won’t use my crew as test subjects.”

“Ha! That’s fine, I don’t test on people anyway, just in case. Just give me some fish and I can use those.”

Giving him another grin, you walk ahead saying Bepo was going to show you something next, but Law had rudely interrupted by wanting to know what you could bring to his crew for the next two years. You’ll promise later to make extra batches of antidote for him to keep in his medicine stockpile, while Law watches you hurry down the hall and sighs.

“That’s the wrong way.”

He’s quick to follow you, grabbing your arm and bringing you back the right way, deciding he’ll join you and Bepo for whatever it was you two were discussing next. He wants to ensure you’re being given correct information and know what to do in an emergency, especially so if you need medical attention.

Atta boy, Law.

If you really could see the dead, you’d have noticed the tall, blond man with makeup and a large, black feathered coat pushing Law towards you.

+!+

“We’re approaching a winter island, everyone needs to be ready to disembark for a bit and—”

“A winter island?!”

Your outburst causes Law to stop speaking with a nod at you, and you’re gone to the crew bunks in an instant, followed by Bepo who is just as excited. Law gives a look to Ikkaku and Uni, who you’d been talking to when he came in, and both simply shrug at him. They all briefly noticed a sparkle in your eyes as you ran off, likely to change clothes and get ready to disembark, but none of them knew your intent or real interest in the snow.

It's only when Law catches you by the exit door with Bepo, excitedly talking with the Polar bear mink about what you could do in the snow, all dressed up in your coat, thick pants, boots and gloves. You and Bepo trade ideas back and forth about what to build out of the snow, or if you can get a snowball fight started.

Law hasn’t seen someone so excited for snow in a long time, he thinks not since the last winter with Lami.

Penguin joins you and Bepo by the door next, throwing an arm around your shoulders and giving you a smile.

“What’re you so excited about some snow for?”

“It practically never snows in my home town! I think it snowed maybe twice while Luffy and I lived there? Chopper is from a winter island, so when we were there, it was so exciting!”

“Haha, I’m from the North Blue, so snow is pretty normal up there. Well…the area me and Shachi are from anyway.”

“Ah,” you give a little sigh but smile yourself, “I’m so jealous. What about Trafalgar?”

“That’s…well, kind of different, but we did meet him where we used to live,” looking over his shoulder, Penguin sees Law but leans into whisper, “Probably better if you ask him another time. It’s…a lot…”

Before you have a chance to question it, Law comes up behind Penguin and tells him to go ahead with opening the door, the Polar Tang should be stable enough for you all to leave now. You put that question into the back of your mind for later, instead running out with Bepo as soon as the door opens. The excitement both of you have is almost contagious, as the rest of the Heart Pirates slowly join you outside. While some of them are tasked with scoping out the island, the rest end up with you and Bepo building snowmen for a while, though you and the mink end up making a snow polar bear the best you can even if it looks a little goofy in the end. Some pieces are a little larger than others but you still think it’s cute, even as your companion bows his head apologetically.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], I made some things a little too big.”

“No, that’s okay, Bepo! It gives it charm, I think he’s cute!”

You reassure Bepo a few times with a smile, before the two of you go to work with others on more snow sculptures. It goes well until you get hit in the face with a snowball, thrown by Hakugan at Shachi who dodged just in time. While it makes you sneeze a bit as you brush the snow off your face, with Bepo and Ikkaku yelling at Hakugan while he shouts apologies and Shachi nearly cackles, it doesn’t upset you at all really. Yeah it kind of hurt to have a snowball hit you in the face, but hey, you mentioned a snowball fight earlier, right?

Crouching down to gather up some snow, you put on a wicked grin and fling the ball at Hakugan yourself, catching him in the back as he turns away while you laugh.

“How about a warning next time?!”

“Yeah, snowball fight!!”

Most everyone joins in, gathering up all the snowballs they could or just throwing loose snow at each other, Law watches from the side, a slight smile on his face. He’s glad everyone can take a bit to relax and enjoy themselves, he’s not sure he’s seen his crew this excited about snow in a long time, even Shachi who grew up in the North Blue. Some of you group up to get an advantage over others, Law turns to ignoring the snowball fight as Penguin and Uni come back with what they found on the island.

All is well until Law is hit in the back of the head with a snowball, keeping himself upright but turning quickly to search through everyone and find who did it as you all quiet down seeing his glare. Not a single person looks him in the eye, but they all point to you, while you cover your mouth with your hand and try to stifle your laughter.

“S-Sorry, Trafalgar,” a giggle escapes you as you glance over to him, “I… I was… hehe… aiming for Penguin… honest!”

“Oh yeah…?” Law’s voice is low, he crouches down to scoop up some snow, locking eyes with you as yours widen and you turn to run, but realize it’s futile when Law uses his Shambles to catch up and grab you, shoving the snow he’d gathered into your coat and making you screech before everyone returns to the snowball fight.

“That’s cruel!!”

“Everyone get Captain, he’s cheating!’

While the rest of the Heart Pirates aim for Law, you and their captain are honed in on each other, trading blows from snowballs for the longest time, your personal goal to knock his hat off as payback for shoving snow down your back. Luckily you’re not the one to hit him hard enough to knock the spotted hat off, but you’re close enough to grab before he does, sticking it on your own head and playing keep away once Law realizes where it’s at.

“Looks good on me, huh, Trafalgar?! I might keep it!”

“The hell you will, that’s mine!”

Once Law catches you, he doesn’t let go until he’s snatched his hat back off your head and returned it to its rightful place, keeping a grip on your arm as he notices the sky starting to get darker. The rest of the crew has settled down, stopping at first to watch you and Law until a new snowfall began.

You forget for a few minutes that Law has a hold of your arm, it’s not uncomfortable, but you feel your heart pick up a bit from it.

“It’s pretty….the snowfall.”

He nods, finally noticing he still has a hold of you and letting go, disappointment flooding you as Law calls for everyone to return to the ship. Tomorrow will be a day in town to restock, you’ll all take off again afterwards.

You volunteer at dinner to make everyone the lavender milk tea that Makino once taught you, most of the crew enjoying it, but you’re especially surprised by Law liking it, even telling you so.

It's the small smile he gives when you thank him that makes you realize you just might be starting to get a crush on him.

+!+

Law knows something is up when you don’t join the rest of the Heart Pirates for a meeting before being let off the ship. He still does his job as captain, giving out duties to everyone so they knew what to do and who would be stocking supplies, who would be checking for wanted posters, and anything he felt needed to be done this time. He’d planned for you to join him on a once around the island to look for anything of interest, but when you don’t show up, he knows something must be wrong.

“Ikkaku-ya,” Law stops your roommate before she gets too far, Ikkaku giving him her full attention, “Where’s [Y/N]-ya?”

“Oh, um…” Ikkaku shuffles from one foot to the next, not fully looking at her captain and that’s what worries him more, until she speaks again, “She isn’t feeling well…she’s not sick so she doesn’t need a check-up but, it might be best to leave her alone today, probably tomorrow too…”

That leads to Law believing your cycle had started, and he chooses not to question it further, lest he or Ikkaku feel embarrassed about the discussion. He decides to leave you be, you’ll probably join them tomorrow for island exploring, most likely with Penguin if he asks you especially. When you do show up for dinner that evening, you’re quieter than usual and Law notices how Penguin and Ikkaku are the ones to talk with you. He can’t hear anything they say, but seeing you at least smile and respond to them is enough for him to think that everything is fine, you’re just not feeling 100% and that makes sense. He’s heard you and Ikkaku complain about cramps and the like the last few months, he already knows the first day is hard for you, so he lets it go. At least you’re out and talking to everyone.

But he knows something is up the next time it happens, not even two weeks later, and it can’t be blamed on your period this time. You don’t show up to a crew meeting, you still aren’t one of his crewmates but you’ve been joining for anything interesting or important, and Law doesn’t let it show that he's a little more worried, so he stops Penguin this time and asks him the same thing, where are you and why didn’t you show up?

Penguin doesn’t fully look at Law, scratching the back of his head as he tries to find the words.

“She…just isn’t up for it today, Cap. Maybe we should let her have the day off…”

Although Law tells Penguin that’s fine, he does go off to find you, the door to your and Ikkaku’s room barely open, but he knocks to make sure you’re not indecent or anything. There’s no answer so he opens the door, not seeing you anywhere, the new assumption being that you’re in the bathroom. He turns his attention there, again knocking on the door.

“[Y/N]-ya, Penguin-ya said you weren’t felling well, are you all right?”

No response, Law furrows his brow and knocks again, saying your name a little louder this time. He swears he hears a small whimper and a sob, and that’s what makes him finally open the bathroom door, simply saying he’s coming in before doing so, but he nearly freezes when he sees you.

Nearly curled up into a ball in the corner, head buried in your arms wrapped around your knees with numerous used tissues and he just knows that if you looked up at him, he’d feel that strange feeling in his chest again, or one of heartbreak, he isn’t entirely sure which one.

Law is not trying to scare you, but when he touches your hand and says your name a third time, it makes you jump and look up at him with wide, tear filled eyes, you feel beyond embarrassed that he’s caught you like this, but it quickly turns to more tears and a bit of anger.

“Are you—”

“Get out! Go away!!” Law barely dodges the box of tissues when you throw it at him, he’s not able to dodge the mascara you toss at his head as you keep yelling at him to leave. He doesn’t really move to leave until you stand up much too quickly and start pushing him out, he’s just surprised at your reaction to him finding you crying. “Leave me alone!!”

Once he’s out the door you almost slam it shut in his face and lock it, Law doesn’t know what to make of this really.

He can handle physical ailments, mental is a little harder for him but he’s working on it for his crew, yet emotional problems are not in his wheel house at all. He doesn’t really know why you’re locked in the bathroom, hiding in a corner crying, but that look on your face gave him an idea. He recognizes it from his own past, after his family and Flevance, then again after Corazon.

It was pure grief that was written on your face, definitely from your still fresh loss of Ace, and Law isn’t sure how to help you.

He doesn’t know if he should help you, you just might turn all your grief inward and ignore any hands held out for help, even from your new friends let alone him.

“Captain? Why are you…oh.”

Ikkaku finds Law still in your room several minutes later, staring at your bathroom door, until he hears her and looks at her, an expression she can’t read on his face.

“How long?”

“A few weeks now,” she sits on the edge of her bed, not looking at Law now, “It happens randomly it seems like, or something reminds her of Ace and sets her off. His birthday is soon, so that might be it right now. Penguin and I promised we wouldn’t let anyone know, so she could grieve alone.”

“Why was it being kept a secret?”

She shrugs a bit, Law isn’t sure he’s going to get many more answers today, but then Ikkaku speaks up again.

“She doesn’t want to burden anyone with her feelings, I guess. She should be fine by dinner, Captain, she just… needs some time.”

While she is correct, and you show up again at dinner looking normal but still with a sadness on your face that he can see, Law wonders if there’s something he can do to help you. Your need to grieve and have that time alone isn’t a bad thing, he won’t deny you that when you need it, but he wants to do something for you, he still doesn’t know you well enough to know that exactly you need, but anything is better than letting you be alone.

He knows all too well how that feels.

When it happens a third time, several weeks later, you don’t show up once again, Law doesn’t even need to look at Penguin or Ikkaku, they won’t meet his eyes anyway. After he lets everyone else go, his next mission is to find you, even though he knows exactly where you are. Law isn’t sure if his plan is going to work, but he wants you to stop hiding away from everyone when you break down. It’s not because he’s angry about it, he just doesn’t want you to continue suffering alone. It’s not good for anyone to do that.

He doesn’t even knock when he gets to your room, but does so when he sees your bathroom door is closed like the last time.

“[Y/N]-ya, I’m coming in.”

“No,” you force back a sob, making sure the door is locked, “Go away!”

“I won’t.”

You haven’t experienced all the abilities Law has at his disposal, but you aren’t that surprised when you see a blue hue, and he’s in the bathroom with you not even a moment later. He’s not phased by you attempting to throw things at him again, even while you yell at him to leave you alone, you don’t need help, you don’t need anyone right now.

You’ve handled things like this by yourself your whole life, why would need help now?

“I don’t need help!”

“I’m not trying to help.”

“Then lea—”

Law doesn’t give you much more room to talk, instead grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a hug, pressing your face into his chest which causes your eyes to widen a bit and tears to flow even more.

“I’m not trying to help,” Law holds you tightly, feeling a just a bit of relief as you slowly wrap your arms around him in return while you return to crying, “but you don’t have to be alone, all right?”

“T-Trafalgar…I…I just—”

“I know, I get it. But,” he knows it’s probably going to sound hypocritical based on his own issues, but Law still feels the need to say it again, “you don’t have to do this alone.”

Law isn’t entirely sure why he’s chosen to let you cry into him, let you grip onto his shirt like he’s the only thing holding you to the earth while you continue to cry and say how it isn’t fair that Ace died, that you lost another brother (he’s going to have to ask about that later, that’s the second time you’ve mentioned it). Maybe it’s because he didn’t have anyone back then, when he lost his own loved ones. It might be that, because he saw a reflection of himself in you the first time he found you hiding away and struggling to handle your grief. While you drag the two of you to the floor, Law simply adjusts to as comfortable a position he can, he’s at least sure you’ll both be there a while. You don’t show any signs of calming any time soon.

Law doesn’t know why he came after you, but once your cries fade to nothing, not even whimpers, he’s relieved to hear you speaking to him without being upset or between sobs of anger and sadness.

“I’m sorry…for crying all over your shirt again…”

“Don’t be. It’ll wash.”

Law strokes your hair a bit while you finally smile, nodding, before he helps you up off the floor. While you wash your face, Law directs you to not worry about helping anyone out with chores or sharing shifts today, he’s already split everything up among his crew, you’re under strict orders from the doctor to rest and recover from your breakdown. He does offer to bring you something to eat and drink, which you take him up on, stopping him before he fully leaves your room.

“Thank you…Law, I appreciate this…”

He’s completely aware that’s the first time you’ve used his first name, and he notices a different feeling in his chest. It’s not the same, almost heart squeeze he’s felt before, but something more comforting. Warm almost, and he’s starting to get it more.

“You’re welcome, [Y/N]-ya.”

Ah, that’s what it is…

Law realizes he’s starting to have feelings for you, though he decides to push them down for now.

He’s not going to use your weakened emotional state to push himself further into your life, not when he doesn’t even know if he’s okay with these feelings or not. For now, he’s going to do what he said and bring you some lunch, he’ll deal with these feelings later.

It is nice to hear you call him by his given name though.

+!+

“You’re as reckless as your brother.”

You giggle a bit while Law continues to wrap bandages around your arm, shooting you a small glare while you laugh. He’s not amused, mostly because it was him you’d tried to protect and ended up getting hurt over. You shoved him out of the way of an enemy attack, receiving a deep slice across your own arm instead. Once he realized what happened, Law was furious with you, even though he knows you aren’t part of his crew, it didn’t change the fact he was trying to protect you for Luffy while your crew was apart. You were lucky, he’d told you after he forced you to the infirmary, that your attacker’s weapon didn’t have any poison on it. You’d probably be dead before he even got you there if it had been.

You just grinned and said it was the opposite, your attacker was lucky your knife didn’t have poison on it, or he’d be in worse shape than he already was from your perfect aim hitting him between the shoulders. It doesn’t cause Law any relief to hear that, he still glares and it makes you start to shrink away, averting your gaze elsewhere.

You two still don’t know each other very well, it’s only been a few months since Luffy tossed you to him as the Heart Pirates left Amazon Lily. Still, you’ve found Law is fiercely protective of his crew, his family, just as you are with the Straw Hats, and while you’re with them, you count as one of his crewmembers.

The feelings you’ve started to develop for him don’t help much, Ikkaku being the only one who knows since you’ve told her how distraught you feel over it.

How could you start falling for a rival pirate captain? It’s only a crush but it makes you feel like you’re betraying your crew sometimes.

“Law, I’m fi—”

“And what if you weren’t?” He’s nearly grinding his teeth and ties off your bandage a little tighter than he intended, making you take a sharp breath. “What would you want me to tell your brother?”

You shrug, starting to play with the end of the bandages to distract yourself from him. “Could just tell him I protected you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you jump when Law slams down the scissors on the metal plate, keeping his back to you so you don’t see how upset he really is, “My crew knows I don’t need it. They know to run if a battle might cost them their lives. Why can’t you see that?”

“Because I do this for my crewmates, too. I’ve even pushed Zoro and Sanji out of the way. I’m sorry if you don’t like it but—”

“Sorry wouldn’t bring you back from the dead.”

You both become silent, you taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment before nodding and biting your lip.

“You’re right…that’s why Ace isn’t back.”

“Hey, I didn’t—”

“Thanks for bandaging me up, Trafalgar,” Law turns around just as you jump off the table, going to leave, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Law watches you leave, letting out a frustrated sigh once you’re gone. He really hadn’t meant to upset you, it just came out, but it was also the truth. What good was ‘sorry’ if you had died and he had to tell Luffy that he'd lost another sibling, this time a blood related one? He didn’t want to have to deal with that, not when you and Luffy were still getting over Ace’s death.

He gets it, he really does, that pain doesn’t go away quickly, no matter how many false smiles you give to him or the others, or how often you laugh with them. No matter how many times he finds you crying the bathroom over you grief. It hasn’t been that long, he doesn’t expect you to be whatever is normal for you so soon. He probably shouldn’t be berating you, you’re not part of his crew so he doesn’t have the right, Law isn’t your captain.

But, you’re under his care for two years, you’re a temporary member of his crew, so you should listen to him. You’re proving to be as stubborn as Luffy is, but also just as protective as Law is.

And your progress with him, ugh. You’d finally gotten comfortable enough to call him by his first name, and now you’re back to calling him Trafalgar instead. Seven months of progress down the drain all because he was concerned, worried about you being reckless.

…why am I so worried though?

He could easily chalk it up to the fact you’re Luffy’s sister and he’s trying to protect you until you’re back with your crew, or he could even say its because of the feelings he’s developed for you, but Law doesn’t want to get into that right now.

Neither of you speak until dinner, when you run into each other right outside the kitchen and start a back and forth about who should go in first.

“You’re the captain, sir.”

“Ladies first, miss.”

You don’t like being formal, or hearing him call you ‘miss’, but you don’t want to fight about it. Not when his crew can hear and might be concerned about it.

“Crew shouldn’t eat without their captain there.”

“We don’t have that rule around here.”

Eventually you relent and go first, getting your food and taking the first free seat by Ikkaku, Law sitting beside you a moment later. You don’t talk to each other the whole time, you focus on your conversation with Ikkaku while Law responds to anyone speaking to him. You barely even notice when Law takes the roll he really didn’t want to have on his plate, and moves it to yours, almost like a peace offering that you two are okay, he’s not mad at you for trying to protect him anymore. You do give him a smile when you notice, which he returns with a nod before leaving for his room.

You sigh a bit, looking back to your plate and keeping your smile to yourself.

Things will be okay.

+!+

Over the last nearly ten months, Law has learned a few of your quirks. When you work on your poisons, you mark things three times over to ensure you have the correct amounts listed, you almost always strike up conversation with him about anything that comes to mind, even if Law doesn’t answer you.

Sometimes he’s caught you biting your pencil or pen while making notes, it’s one of your cuter quirks.

On nights you can’t sleep, like tonight, he can easily find you in the kitchen, brewing up some tea to help you fall asleep, and that’s where Law decides he has to talk to you. You’ve both moved past your argument from a few months ago, it’s like it never happened now, but he feels the need to speak with you about something important.

No, not his feelings, he’s going to ignore those as long as possible. He recognized them after you’d had an emotional breakdown, he’s not going to admit that especially, he doesn’t want you to think he has a kink for crying or something, absolutely not.

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey, Law,” you look over your shoulder for a second with a smile, turning back to your tea, “Couldn’t sleep, though some tea might help.”

“Your usual then?”

Nodding, as you finish off your tea making, Law sits at the table and waits for you to join him, knowing you’ve made him a cup of lavender milk tea too. You’d started doing that and either taking it to his office before you head to bed or having him join you in the kitchen where you have small conversations before you both turn in for the night.

You’ve gotten quite comfortable with Law, your own feelings for him aside. He’s been helpful with your poison and antidote creations, ensuring your ratios are correct and helping you when they aren’t. You’ve started discussing books you’ve both read, you were shocked to find he enjoyed the Sora Warrior of the Sea comics. His being such a nerd over them never struck you as odd thankfully, Law even letting you borrow a few of his copies so you can give it a try yourself.

He makes you feel safe and comfortable, you really enjoy being with Law.

Law thanks you when you hand over the mug of tea, taking your seat across from him to enjoy your own, settling into a welcomed silence. With how rowdy his crew can be at times, you get why Law hides himself away in his office most of the time, and you’re grateful that he lets you share the space when needed.

“I know you said I didn’t have to,” Law looks over to you as you speak, an eyebrow raised, “but thank you again, for letting me stay. I really appreciate the help you’ve given me.”

“Like I’ve said, its no problem. Everyone’s glad you’re here.”

I’m more than glad you’re here.

There’s a soft smile on your face that Law enjoys seeing, and he honestly hopes you won’t lose it after he talks to you.

“I wanted…to tell you something.”

“Go for it,” setting your mug down on the table, you rest your elbows there with your chin in your hands, “I’m all ears, Law.”

He's almost fighting himself on if he should or shouldn’t, maybe another time. It’s late after all, you probably want to go to bed now that you’ve had your tea. It’s making him sleepy too, but the anxiety he feels is almost nullifying the tea’s effects.

Taking a deep breath, Law finally speaks up again, not meeting your eye.

“I want to tell you about my past,” that makes you perk up, remembering what Penguin had said to you months ago, “But I don’t think I can tonight. It’s…”

“A lot…?”

He nods, which you return, realizing this must be more than what Penguin could’ve meant, it has to be hard for Law to dredge up whatever memories he has of his childhood and teenage years, of everything that led him to where he is now.

Everything that’s leading him down the path he’s chosen.

“So,” when he finally looks up at you, you’re not surprised at how tired Law looks, it has to be taking a lot for him to do this, “I want to set a time in a few days, where you and I can sit, and I can tell you everything. “

You need to know before I could ever tell you my feelings anyway.

“Law,” Nodding, you quietly reach out your hand to his, not wanting to scare him off, “Just tell me whenever, and I’ll make myself available to listen, okay?”

After he agrees, Law offers to walk you back to your shared room with Ikkaku, which you take him up on even though you know the way. The Polar Tang is only so big, but it’s nice to have him by your side. Once you reach your door, Law turns to leave and you stop him, grabbing his shirt sleeve and leaning up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, his eyes widening just a hair.

“Thanks for walking me…and trusting me, Law. See you in the morning.”

You don’t give him a chance to say anything in response before you enter your room and close the door, sighing heavily as you bring yourself to the floor, Ikkaku watching you from her bed.

“Man, you’ve got it bad for the captain, huh?”

“…it’s that obvious?”

“As obvious as the fact he’s the same for you, girlfriend.”

While you don’t believe Ikkaku is correct in that statement, Law isn’t able to bring himself to move for several minutes, frozen in shock that you decided to kiss his cheek and just run off to bed.

It looks like you’ve got more to talk about than just his past now.

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Please Please Please (Don't Prove 'Em Right) Chapter 3

Trafaglar Law x afab Female!Reader

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Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive content if you squint

Summary:

You are the Heart Pirates' beloved cook and sniper. However, you were also an insufferable troublemaker who always seemed to get on Law's nerves. He swears he's going to get rid of you one day, but as much as he hates it, why does he find you fascinating? Was it because you reminded him of someone he was greatly fond of?

As your relationship with Law grows, he only hopes you don't fucking embarrass him. After all, he has an image to uphold as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

This story starts off as short stories between (Y/N), Law and the Heart Pirates, then picks up into the One Piece canon timeline, starting from Punk Hazard. This is a slow-burn Law x Female Reader story!

Updates every Sunday!

Cross-posted in Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57651295/chapters/146705491

Chapter 3: Happy Birthday Captain!

Chapter summary: It was the first time in 3 weeks that Law decided to surface the Polar Tang to dock at an island before heading into the New World. But as soon as he hops off the submarine, you launch your biggest and most exciting plan yet: hosting a birthday party for your dear captain Law! But for your plan to work, you need to avoid and distract him before the party!

Notes: I created a taglist. Let me know if you want to be a part of it! I flew back home today and wrote this on the plane lol. Also, this is more of a fluffy chapter hope you guys enjoy it!

PS. I also made changes to the previous chapters, now saying Law was 25 instead of 26 so that it can fit in the story lol

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Penguin and Shachi were sitting in the boiler room. They just finished patching up the damage they made from a week ago when you and the two men were playing ice water poker. It was insanely hot in the boiler room since it was below the submarine, so Penguin and Shachi had their boiler suits unzipped and tied to their waist by the sleeves.

Shachi fell to the floor and slumped on the nearby wall. "Man, I am so tired. I'm also bored, and I hope the captain decides to surface soon to dock at an island," he complained.

Penguin looked down at him and nodded his head in agreement. "It's been 4 weeks since we surfaced. It's starting to heat up like crazy in the Tang and if we don't surface soon we'll be boiled alive here." he sighed.

Before Shachi was going to continue the conversation, the two men heard stomping that was coming near them. Then suddenly, the door of the boiler room burst open. It was Bepo.

"Penguin! Shachi! Get up!" the Mink said with urgency.

Shachi scrambled to get up while Penguin looked at Bepo in confusion. "Why did you lug your big ass into the boiler room like that? What happened?" Penguin inquired.

The bear shamefully put his head down and muttered an apology.

Shachi pinched Penguin's butt. The poor man yelped in surprise at the unusual action of his best friend. "You shithead! What was that for?"

Shachi grunted and ignored him. "Bepo, is something the matter?" he asked.

Bepo's head suddenly perked up. "We're going to surface in an hour! And we're docking at a nearby island!"

Penguin and Shachi started jumping in glee. "Finally! I missed going to bars and hitting up ladies!" they both chanted.

However, their cheers were suddenly interrupted. "You will not be doing that," you called out behind Bepo. You suddenly stepped out and presented yourself to your crew-mates who had no idea about your presence.

The three of them screamed in shock. Bepo screamed the loudest.

"(Y/N)-SAN!!! DON'T FRIGHTEN ME LIKE THAT!" the bear screamed.

You let out a hearty laugh and waved your hand. "Sorry sorry." you apologized. You felt a glare being sent your way. You turned your head to see that Shachi and Penguin were staring holes into you, clearly agitated that you scared them. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"Anyways, you will not be going to bars, nor are you hitting up the ladies when we surface." you declared.

Shachi huffed in annoyance and Penguin made a sour face. "And why would we not do that? You're not our captain so don't tell us what to do!" Penguin angrily retorted.

You glared back at them. "Did you forget that the captain's birthday was tomorrow?"

The two men stood still. "Aw shit we almost forgot! The captain is turning 26!" Penguin said in realization.

"We're terrible friends, I've known him since he was 14 and I forgot his birthday?" Shachi sighed.

Your eyes suddenly gleamed with mischievousness. Bepo shivered at the sight. He knew your look; it meant you were up to no good.

"Exactly, so you better help me with this huge party I'm planning to throw for our dear captain." you cheekily replied.

Bepo looked at the two men in front of him, and they both returned eye contact. It seemed like they were silently coordinating their answers. Then Bepo suddenly turned around and glanced down to face you.

"Okay (Y/n)-san, we're in. What do you need us to do?" Bepo asked.

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The Heart Pirates were gathered at the dock of the Polar Tang. They were rapidly approaching the land of destination, which was apparently, according to Bepo who was the navigator of the crew, a tropical island. Law was displeased since he hailed from the North Blue where it was constantly cold and snowing, but for the sake of restocking supplies, he decided that it was best for the crew to settle for the night before heading into the New World.

Law stood near the bow of the submarine dock. He was donning his signature spotted hat that was shaped like a cap. He discarded his usual floor-long black coat and opted for a white wifebeater with spotted blue jeans, along with his usual black shoes. He had his arms folded while he was instructing the crew on what needed to be done.

"Alright everyone, we are docking here and staying for the night. It's been 3 weeks since we last surfaced and we need to restock on supplies. Ikkaku and Bepo, restock on medical supplies because SOMEBODY," Law quickly glared at you before continuing, "ran our month's worth of medical gauzes dry."

The crew broke out in a small fit of laughter. You rolled your eyes as you muttered; "Whatever."

"Shachi, assist (Y/N)-ya in gathering food and ingredients. And please, try not to buy flour or bread," he asked.

Shachi, who was standing next to you, elbowed you mischievously. You winced in fake pain and attempted to snatch his orca-shaped hat from his head, but he stuck out his hand to shove your face away.

Law witnessed the quarrel and shook his head. He sighed and continued to speak to the crew. "Hakugan and Penguin, I need you two to take the rest of the crew minus Jean Bart into the nearby city and search for other supplies. No pillaging and attacking civilians unless there are Marines. Jean Bart, you're coming with me, we have some other business to attend to."

"What other business do you have?" Hakugan pipped up.

"I will be searching if there's a log pose I can take or a Poneglyph I can find." the captain answered.

You were puzzled. This was just some random small island, so there was no way the captain could find a Poneglyph nearby and he should know that. But you brushed it aside because he probably knew something that you didn't know.

Law turned away and waved his hand. "You are all dismissed," he announced.

"Yes, captain!" you and the rest of the crew said. The whole crew dispersed, continuing their activities. You started walking inside the Polar Tang with Ikkaku.

"Now Ikkaku, did you make sure the captain doesn't know about this plan?" you whispered to her.

Your crewmate and close friend gave you a thumbs up. "No one has said a single word about it to the captain!" she confirmed.

Bepo caught up to your pace and lowered his head to talk to you. "(Y/n)-san, the rest of the crew is gathered in the dining hall," he said.

You turned to your right and gave the polar bear a thumbs up. The three of you made your way into the dining hall where the rest of the crew was standing. They were all excitedly talking about what they were planning to do once they set foot on the island. You walked to the centre and the chatter started to die down as you started to speak.

"Everyone! As you know, tomorrow is the captain's birthday," you announced.

The crew started to cheer loudly, but you quickly hushed them. "Quiet you guys! This is going to be a surprise party! Now, we're going to check out the local pub and see if we can hold a celebration there. What I need everyone to do is help me the captain. Now I know he said he was going somewhere else but for some reason, I have a gut feeling that he's not telling the truth." you preached.

The crew grunted and nodded in response. You continued. "Now the main objective is to keep the captain away from us as we run our errands! I'll give everyone a heads-up of which tavern we're going to be meeting at. Also, don't forget to buy a gift for our dear captain! We want to make sure he has an awesome day for his birthday." You said.

Hakugan raised his hand. "But (Y/n), why are we celebrating tonight instead of tomorrow on his actual birthday?" he inquired.

"Think about it, you know the captain hates celebrations like this right? Usually, if we hold his birthday in the Polar Tang, he will go to his room and not come out. However, if we hold his birthday party outside the Polar Tang, he has no choice but to attend the party!" you explained.

Ikkaku piqued up as well. "But he can also just 'ROOM' himself back to the ship, no?" she argued.

The crew started muttering amongst themselves. "That's true," you thought. "How are we going to make the captain stay if he's just going to teleport back?"

Bepo slowly raised his paw and spoke up. "What if we used sea prism cuffs on the captain?" he asked.

The room suddenly fell silent. Shuffles can be heard as the entire crew turns around to face Bepo. The poor mink would've turned red from embarrassment if he had any skin. He muttered out a soft sorry and lowered his head.

However, you thought it wasn't a bad idea, and Ikkaku seemed to agree. "Wait! Bepo is right," she called out, breaking the silence. "Let's find one and cuff our captain so he doesn't escape."

The crew broke out into conversation again and seemed like the people were divided regarding the proposed solution.

"That seems like a reasonable idea."

"Cuffing our own captain?! That sounds crazy!"

"How else are we going to prevent him from using his powers?"

"He's going to throw us out of the crew!"

You stepped up on a nearby table. "Everyone quiet!" you shouted. The room fell silent once again, and everyone turned to face you in the centre of the dining room. "I know that it may seem like a ridiculous idea to cuff our beloved captain on his birthday. But I believe this to be for his own good! Let's celebrate our captain tonight!" you said with enthusiasm.

Penguin suddenly stepped up on a chair, "Yeah, let's party tonight for the captain!" he cheered.

"For the captain!" everyone cheered.

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It was now 3 pm and it was sweltering hot on the island. You and the crew arrived two hours prior and proceeded to carry on with the errands that Law ordered. Shachi, who was assisting you, left to find Penguin. You just finished buying some mochi powder for the captain's cake. He may hate cakes, but you weren't going to pass up on an opportunity to bake him a cake for his special day so you opted for a mochi substitute, hoping he would like it. With a sack full of food ingredients over your shoulder, you proceeded to make your way back to the Polar Tang. However, a small shop to your right caught your eye. The sign on top of its door read "Books and Toys".

You hummed in curiosity. "They might have some copies of Sora here. I know the captain is looking for the first edition copy of volume one. If it's here it would be the perfect birthday gift!" you thought. You and Law were reading Sora, Warrior of the Sea together (as punishment). But you found yourself liking the time you spend with Law, and you swear he used it as an excuse to hang out with you (he would rather die than admit that).

The bell on top of the door rang as you pushed it open. A teenage boy with tanned skin and blond hair greeted you on the counter. "Hello! How can I help you?" he asked.

You quickly walked up to the counter. "I'm looking for a limited edition of Sora, Warrior of the Sea volume one. Do you have one in stock?" you inquired.

The boy quickly looked around, making sure no one else was in the store. Then he leaned in to whisper; "I got one in stock. You really want it?"

Your eyes started to gleam in excitement and you nodded at the boy. "Yes, please! How much are you selling it for?"

He leaned back and crossed his arms with a smirk. He eyed you up and down. "For a pirate like you? Two thousand berries," he said.

"Shit," you thought "I forgot to take off this stupid boiler suit before I stepped foot out here."

"Well, since now you know I'm a pirate I can easily rob your store hm? Unless you want to lower that price for me, yeah?' you teased. Your left hand lightly hovered over your pistol, signalling to the boy that you were not bluffing. But you were, the captain would be very mad if he found out you robbed a toy and book store out of all places.

The teenager started back up. "H-hey now, I was just kidding! I'll sell it to you for 500 berries! How does that sound? Just please don't kill me!" he stuttered in fear.

You put your hands on your hips and pretended to think. "Hmmm, alright kid. It's a deal! And make sure it has one of those plastic sleeves, I want it in mint condition!" you said.

The poor boy whimpered as he bowed and rushed to the back to fulfill your request. In two minutes he came back out with the book, wrapped in a box.

"H-here you go, ma'am! It-it was nice doing business with you!" he fearfully said while handing the box to you.

You cheekily grinned at the boy and handed him 500 berries in a bag. "Thank you! Have a good day!" You proceeded to walk out of the store with the sack of food and the box in your hand.

Satisfied, you broke out in a grin and made your way back to the Polar Tang. As you were walking, Bepo suddenly rushed up in front of you.

"(Y/n)-san! (Y/n)-san over here!" He called out to you. The bear halted to a stop to catch his breath.

"What's the hurry Bepo?" you asked as the mink in front of you was catching his breath.

"Captain is back!" he exclaimed. "He's coming into the town and we need to distract him!"

Sweat started to form on your forehead. "Okay, this is what we do! I have to head to the Tang to make the captain's birthday cake! Find Penguin and Shachi and lure him into this store called 'Books and Toys.' Try to keep him there for at least an hour."

Bepo rapidly whipped his big head around to make sure that no one was listening. Then he lowered his head to your level. "But (Y/n)-san, he's looking for you! I overheard him say to Jean Bart that he was going to discuss something with you urgently!" he whispered.

You groaned in frustration. "That can wait! Distract him as long as you can! We cannot let this surprise be ruined!" you hissed.

The bear looked up and saw that Jean Bart was entering the town. That meant that Law was there too. "(Y/n)-san! You need to leave now! Captain is already here!" he exclaimed.

You quickly gathered the stuff that you were holding and wasted no time. You ran into the alleyway on your right and swerved around as fast as you could to head back to the submarine.

A few minutes later, Jean Bart and Law saw Bepo in the nearby distance and walked up to him.

"Bepo-ya, where is (Y/n)-ya? I need to talk to her," he questioned the mink.

The bear started to fidget. "Captain! Good to see that you're back! I haven't seen her in a while." he said nervously.

The doctor squinted in suspicion. "Alright, I will head back to the Polar Tang then." he declared.

"NO! I mean no captain! The Tang is off-limits for now! The- uh- shipwrights are fixing something in there- yeah! They're fixing the boiler room because Shachi and Penguin couldn't fix it entirely!" Bepo lied. He attempted to put his paw out as a way to prevent Law from passing by him.

"Bepo-ya, you should not block your captain." the tattooed doctor said darkly.

The poor bear started to shake in nervousness. "I'm sorry I can't-"

"CAPTAIN!" Penguin suddenly called out behind Jean Bart and Law. "Captain wait for us!"

"Yeah, captain! We have something to show you" Shachi hollered.

The two crew-mates ran in between Law and Bepo. The mink's face relaxed in relief. The captain looked at the two men and started pestering them with the same questions. "Do you know where (Y/n)-ya is?" he asked.

The orange-haired man shrugged. "I have no clue, I haven't seen her all day. But we found a comic book store!" Shachi proclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah!" Penguin agreed. "Let's head there right now!"

Law raised his eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, it doesn't seem a bad idea to visit there after I talk with (Y/n)-ya," he said.

Penguin shook his head. "You better visit now captain. The stores close by 6 pm and after that, only bars and pubs are open," he suggested.

"I agree with Shachi and Penguin captain. You work so hard for the crew that it won't hurt to visit a comic book store here." Jean Bart added on.

Law sighed. He had a feeling that you were avoiding him, and it seemed like the crew was helping you avoid him. You were probably up to no good again and he was honestly tired of it.

"Alright fine, let's visit this comic store." he finally agreed.

Jean Bart, Penguin and Shachi started grinning and quickly ushered their captain to the comic book store. While Law had a neutral face, he couldn't help but wonder what you were up to.

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It was now 6 pm and you finished the mochi cake. You carefully placed the cake inside of the box and closed it. Sighing deeply, you wiped your sweat off your brow with your forearm. Shachi told you that the crew found a local bar where they could celebrate. You knew that by now most of the crew was there finishing preparations.

Gathering the cake and gift for Law, you set out to head back to the town. You opened up the Polar Tang’s exit only to find your captain standing right in front of you. You yelped in surprise and quickly hid the two items behind your back.

“Captain! What a surprise! What are you doing here!” you said, trying not to sound suspicious.

Law warily looked down at you. “What am I doing here? This is my submarine if I remember correctly,” he said.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Of course of course! But what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Shachi and Penguin?” you nervously asked.

The doctor raised his eyebrow. “I have been looking for you since this afternoon. Also, how did you know I was with those two?” he inquired. He stepped towards you and you took a step back.

You started to sweat bullets out of nervousness. Looking to the side and pouting your lips, you let out a loose-lipped lie, “Oh you know, you always hang out with them so I guessed that you were with them.”

“Is that so? Well (Y/n)-ya, it’s really obvious that you’re lying, you have a terrible poker face,” he said smirking.

“Shit, he got me,” you thought.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day, (Y/n)-ya? What are you hiding this time,” he asked. He lowered his face near yours and looked into your eyes. You started turning red from the contact and started fidgeting with the items in your hand.

“I wasn’t avoiding you… it was just we were both busy that’s all!” you nervously explained. You refused to meet with Law's eyes in an attempt to hide the secret if there was any left.

The tattooed doctor peaked over your left shoulder. “What are you holding there on your back?” he curiously inquired.

You attempted to step away from your captain but he halted you by grabbing your right arm. Trying to break free from his grasp, Law only tightened his grip on you. He attempted to get a full view of what you were holding behind your back, but you stepped to your right to prevent him from doing so.

“Captain, I’m afraid that I cannot let you see what I’m holding,” you affirmed.

“Nonsense, as your captain I command you to show me.” Law shot back at you.

“That’s an abuse of power.” you retorted.

“We’re pirates (Y/n)-ya. Normal laws don’t apply in pirate life. You’re lucky you have me as your captain.” he argued.

The struggle to be free from his grasp continued. Then you suddenly remembered that you managed to get ahold of some sea prism cuffs thanks to Ikkaku. They were just sitting in your left back pocket.

You patted your left back pocket and attempted to fish out the cuffs. You successfully pulled it out with your right hand, all while you were holding the gift in the same hand.

The doctor started to get agitated. With his right hand occupied with holding your forearm, he attempted to use his left hand to snag whatever you were holding with your right hand. However, instead of grabbing the item, his hand was automatically shackled and he felt his energy drain rapidly.

“What- What did you just put on my wrist!?” he exclaimed in surprise.

You grinned as you pulled up his hand that was now bound to the cuff you were holding onto. Law’s face colour drained as he saw that he was cuffed with sea prism stone.

“(Y/n)-ya! What’s the meaning of this?!” he angrily yelled at you.

You giggled. “Sorry captain, you are my hostage tonight,” you teased.

The two of you suddenly went silent, processing what you just said. The captain turned completely red for the first time, realizing what it meant. You also turned red once you realized the suggestive nature of what you just said.

“N-not like that! I mean like not that I wouldn’t mind that but this is for a surprise! From the crew! Yes, the crew and I have a surprise for you!” you tried to explain.

The captain’s eyes narrowed at you. “Not that you wouldn’t mind?” he repeated.

Your eyes widened and your face turned even more red. Then you proceeded to stomp your feet in frustration.

“Argh! Never-mind! You are coming with me right now and you have no choice because your powers are neutralized.” you spat.

“Now wait a minute, where are you taking me?” Law questioned as you pulled him out of the Polar Tang and off the submarine. You ignored his question and continued to direct him into the town.

Five minutes later, the two of you arrived at the bar. Glancing back at the captain, you saw that he warily looked at the sign above the door.

“You dragged me into a bar (Y/n)-ya? You could’ve done this without the sea prism cuffs.” he sighed.

“No, I don’t think so. You would try to escape once you find out why,” you muttered.

You pushed the door open and went inside with Law. The entire room suddenly burst out in a cheer. Law’s gaze softened to find out that the crew and you threw a surprise for him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN LAW!” The crew cheered.

You excitedly let go of the cuff and placed the items on the nearby table. You opened up the box and took out the black and white mochi cake you created. It was shaped like Law’s fluffy cap, and the words on the bottom read the number ‘26’ with a candle on top of each number. Holding the cake, you walked up to the captain and presented it to him. He glanced down at you and although his face was still neutral, his eyes were expressing gratitude and another emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Happy 26th birthday Captain Law. Thank you for being our captain, and for accepting me into the crew” you said, beaming up a smile.

Penguin and Shachi suddenly popped up beside their captain and wrapped their arm around his shoulders. “Let’s celebrate!” Penguin shouted with glee.

“Let’s drink and make a toast to our awesome captain!” Shachi agreed.

The whole room burst out in laughter and cheers and Law, seeing how much effort he was put into celebrating him, couldn’t help but smile.

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The party went on late in the evening. Everyone was starting to pass out either because they drank too much or from partying too much. Penguin and Hakugan were trying to out-drink each other, while Bepo tended to a sleeping and drunk Ikkaku. On the other side of the room, Shachi was trying to hit up the hostess of the bar, while Jean Bart was talking with the bar owner.

The captain of the Heart Pirates looked around and decided he was going to head outside for fresh air. He discreetly walked out of the bar and leaned up against the wall of the establishment. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to the clear skies of the night and pondered on the day’s events. He heard the entrance to the bar open and turned to see you walking out with a package in your hand.

“Hey captain, fancy seeing you out here.” you greeted him.

Law nodded at you. Over the past two weeks, he has gotten closer to you, from reading Sora with him to your ridiculous behaviour on his submarine. He couldn’t help but grow fond of you. Of course, there was no way he would admit it since having biases amongst his crew would create rifts but alas he couldn’t help but notice how you reminded him so much of his father figure in the past.

You placed yourself in front of your captain and sighed. “I just wanted to apologize to you captain. I didn’t mean to hide from you the whole day and to take you hostage.” you apologized, laughing at the same time.

The man in front of you chuckled. “I can only accept this behaviour from you (Y/n)-ya. At this point, I think I’ve grown immune from it.”

The two of you broke out into a small laugh. It was the only thing that could be heard in the small town, along with the crickets that were chirping into the night.

You fiddled with the package’s string nervously, then presented it to Law. “I wanted to give you this for your birthday captain. I wanted to give it to you tomorrow on your actual birthday, but I think now’s the best time to give it to you.” you shyly said.

The tattooed doctor’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. “You already made a cake for me, which was by the way, really delicious. You have another gift for me?” he asked.

You pouted and shoved the package into his tattooed hands. “Just accept it damn it. I went through some trouble trying to get this for you,” you muttered.

Law chuckled and started to unwrap the gift. He found himself holding onto a limited edition first copy of Sora, Warrior of the Sea volume 1. He caressed the front cover and looked at you with surprise in his eyes.

“Y-you…?” he couldn’t find the words to speak.

“Yeah, I managed to find one this afternoon while I was running errands. I know you have been looking for this for a while, I hope you like it.” you quietly said. You were scratching your cheek in slight embarrassment.

However when you finally met his eyes, your cheeks flushed into a light pink colour. He was genuinely smiling at you, and his eyes gleamed with appreciation. The bright moon shone on both of you as you and Law shared the touching moment.

“Thank you (Y/n)-ya, this was very thoughtful of you,” he said with sincerity. “I also have something for you too.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “But it’s not my birthday,” you argued.

The captain pushed himself off the wall and dug into his back right pocket, fishing out a small white item. You looked closer and saw it was a kitchen timer shaped like a white polar bear.

You gasped and Law glanced up and held out the gift. “I found this a while ago while walking around the town. I lied to all of you when I said that I was looking for Poneglyphs because my true intention was to find you a gift,” he admitted.

Taking your left hand with his tattooed ones, he looked down and gently placed the kitchen timer on your hand. “I saw this… and it reminded me of you. I just wanted to thank you for being the cook on my ship and for tolerating my ridiculous food requests. And you even made a mochi cake for my birthday, knowing that I hated regular cake. Just know that the crew-“ he suddenly paused and looked up at your eyes. “I really appreciate you (Y/n)-ya.”

His cheeks tinged a light very faint pink once he finished with his confession. Your mouth gaped open as you stared at the gift in your hand. The pulse in your heart started to quickly pace as your eyes started to well up with tears. Overjoyed by your captain’s words, you suddenly threw yourself at him, wrapping him in a hug against his chest.

Law was stunned. He didn’t expect you to react the way you did. He looked down at you and felt his ears starting to heat up. Hesitantly, he patted your back with his left hand.

“Captain, this was the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me! Thank you so much!” you cried out.

The doctor let out a nervous chuckle. “Not at all, I was just showing appreciation for a valued crew member such as yourself,” he said, trying to convince himself. What he really felt was the appreciation of you as a person.

With your arms wrapped around the man, you glanced up gave him a big grin and pierced his heart with your next sentence:

“I really appreciate you, for everything that you are. Happy Birthday, Captain Law.”

Trafalgar Law, one of the notorious Seven Warlords of the Sea, was completely taken aback. Both of his ears were suddenly cherry red and he struggled to speak. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

Suddenly, he remembered his father figure‘s last words to him. “I love you Law!”

The once isolated and lonely heart that beat in Law’s chest suddenly swelled. Dropping the last of his stoic facade, he bore his eyes into yours with softness and affection. He put his hand on top of your head and gently patted it.

Corazón was the first to notice the pain in his heart, but you were the one who was slowly opening it up again. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it was enough for him to know that he could start to trust you with his once-damaged heart.

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Bonus Scene:

“Shhh! They’re talking right now!” Hakugan hissed as he peeked through the window. You and Law were talking outside, and the entire crew was crammed into the tiny window of the bar.

Ikkaku pushed Hakugan’s head down in an attempt to get a better view. She gasped when she saw that you suddenly hugged the captain. “Oh my god!” she squealed.

Seeing that you were hugging the captain, the rest of the crew broke out into wolf whistles and small cheers. Penguin groaned as Shachi said something along the lines of “cough up that 100 berries.”

It was a joyous night for the Heart Pirates. Pirates filled the bar with rowdy laughter. The night sky was clear and two growing hearts were sitting side by side with one another. It was one more celebration before they headed into the New World to further pursue their dreams and adventures.

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Envious

Law x OC

Law is caught red-handed being jealous over someone who isn't even his... yet.

A/N- i wrote this a few months ago specifically for my own OC! I attached a cringe reference pic of her at the bottom of this fic, and me being my own worst critic, i really need to redraw her better at some point LOL. crazy how much you can change after only a few months, but i digress. I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to work on requests, so in the meantime I'm going to go back to posting some things that have been sitting in my google docs not yet published to here. thank you all for your patience!!!

Law was a calm man. He was a level-headed man. He thought before he spoke, meticulously planning every moment of his life down to the most minute details. He was stone-faced, unmoving, unwavering.

And yet, he sat at the table in the Polar Tang’s galley, a coffee mug gripped so hard in his hands his knuckles were white, as his sharp, golden eyes stared across the room from him. His jaw was clenched as tight as a vice.

“Captain, what in the world is your problem?” Across the table with a newspaper in his hands, was Penguin, who had finally taken notice of Law’s threatening aura in front of him. Law didn’t respond to the question, instead continuing to stare daggers at whatever was in his direct line of sight. Penguin placed the paper down, turning his head over his shoulder to follow Law’s vision.

In the common area directly across from the galley sat Bepo on the floor, rolled onto his side, mouth wide open as snores exited his nostrils at a rhythmic pace. Nuzzled up impossibly close to the large polar bear was Ruža, boiler suit zipped down to her waist, sleeves tied around her hips as she instead used Bepo’s ample amount of fur as a space warmer. Her long hair was tied into a tight bun. She was sprawled out along Bepo’s belly, head resting under the bear’s chin, a content smile on her face as she dozed off within her crewmate’s comfortable heat.

Penguin turned back around to face Law, a devilish smirk crawling across his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous. And of Bepo out of everyone!”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Law quipped back, voice hushed, yet harsh.

His mate laughed at his captain’s behavior. “Never took you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Law grumbled, finally releasing the death grip he had on his mug and instead using his hand to pull the brim of his hat downward, covering his eyes.

A hard thump resounded next to him as the bench of the table rattled. “You sleep on Bepo all the time, and so does the rest of the crew. Why is it a problem when Ruža does it?” The new voice, Shachi, followed his statement by taking a generous bite out of the bread he had retrieved from the kitchen.

Penguin responded for Law. “He wants to be the one on top of Ru–”

Law’s motions were quicker than lightning, reaching across the table, grabbing the discarded newspaper in his fist, and whacking Penguin over the head with it to shut him up. The two men burst into a cacophony of laughter. They both knew better than anyone that Law meant absolutely no harm with his actions, he just had difficulty expressing his emotions. Extreme difficulty, at that. The laughter from Shachi and Penguin was enough to wake the mink across the room and the girl sleeping against his fluffy chest. Bepo yawned, forgetting about Ruža draped underneath him and sat up, causing her to startle awake.

“What’s all the noise for? I was having a good dream,” Bepo uttered, sleep still heavy on his tongue.

Beside him, Ruža sat up, stifling her own massive yawn. She awkwardly got to her feet, unwrapping her sleeves from around her hips and re-buttoning her boiler suit. She turned to face the three in the galley across the room from them, smiling at the sight of Shachi and Penguin covering their mouths in vain attempts to smother their laughter as Law sat hunched over, both hands now gripping his fluffy hat, pushing it so far down his face that the entire upper half was obscured, leaving just his clenched lips visible.

The woman turned to Bepo, helping the animal off the floor. “Thank you for the wonderful nap, Bepo!” She turned on her heel to exit the galley, refreshed and ready to continue her tasks for the day.

Bepo finally approached the table, plopping himself down next to Penguin who was wiping tears from his obscured eyes. “Seriously, why are you guys laughing?”

“Captain was jealous of you,” Shachi said, his mouth curled into a wide grin. “Because Ruža was napping with you.”

“Aw, Captain, you should just tell her you want to nap with her! I’m sure she’d say yes, she just likes to nap on me because I’m so fluffy and you’re so boney,” Bepo casually spurted, innocent beady eyes matching well with the wide, toothy smile on his muzzle. Penguin almost spit his coffee out at the backhanded comment.

Law groaned, his head dropping into his arms, hat being shoved off his head. “Thanks for the encouragement, Bepo.”

Shachi nonchalantly rubbed his captain’s back. “There, there, big guy, it’s alright.”

“Uhm…”

A new voice alerted the four friends toward the opposite doorway to the galley. The masked helmsman, Hakugan, awkwardly stood in the entranceway, using his upper body to hold the heavy steel door open. “Captain, you’re needed in the bridge for a quick maintenance check. Sorry if I’m… interrupting something.”

Law was on his feet, hat situated back on his head faster than the speed of light. His hand grabbed his sword that was left leaning against the wall, leaving his half-empty coffee mug completely abandoned as he followed Hakugan out of the galley.

His three friends watched him go, knowing smiles on their faces.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Penguin sighed, dreamily.

“Why won’t he say anything, though?” Bepo’s question was innocuous enough.

“You know how bad he is with feelings. He’d rather die than be vulnerable with anyone,” Shachi responded, dropping his chin into his hand.

The conversation quickly dissipated, and the three finished their drinks and food before scattering for their own afternoon work.

—

A few days had passed since Law got called possessive. Jealous.

The raven-haired man was staring at himself in the mirror of the crew washroom, hands clutching the sides of the metal sink as he gazed into his own face. He wasn’t jealous. How could he be jealous of his best friend? Everyone loved cuddling with Bepo, how couldn’t you? Law wasn’t jealous. He didn’t own Ruža, no one did, and he’d rather swallow hot coals than ever make her feel like she was stuck in that situation again. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t–

“Captain?”

Law jolted. In the mirror’s reflection, the person he wanted to see the least was behind him, leaning against the open door. Ruža’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern, blue eyes shooting daggers into his back.

“Ruža, sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” Law quickly grabbed his hat from the countertop beside him, turning around to attempt to get out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, sans using his devil fruit (he didn’t want to look that pathetic).

“Are you alright, Law?” Ruža gently grabbed at the sleeve of his coat as he passed her. “You look feverish.”

Law couldn’t bear to bring his eyes to meet her bright ones. His heart was hammering so wildly behind his ribcage that he was scared it might give out.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he muttered blankly, staring off into nothing. He bit down the disappointment that he felt as Ruža’s hand fell from its grip on his clothing.

“Okay…” she replied, though clearly unconvinced. “Let us know if you need any help with anything.” She finally entered the washroom after him, going straight to the medicine cabinet to grab her toothbrush.

With her back to him, Law silently turned his head toward her. His eyes landed on the tattoo still imprinted at the base of her neck, exposed by her tied-up hair, his saliva catching in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel trapped in this steel submarine she now called home, trapped with him. She needed to be free.

But the smell of her shampoo lingering in the air after she passed him was making it very difficult for him to come to his senses, as not only himself, but as a captain. Ducking his head, he finally took long strides away from the washroom.

—

“Ikkaku, have you noticed something wrong with Law lately?” Ruža was hanging up her boiler suit on a hook on the wall, shedding her clothes from the day for something much more comfortable.

Behind her, Ikkaku was changing into her own loungewear, tight, curly hair tied into two buns. The two being the only women on the crew meant that they had the privilege of their own bunkroom, away from the 20-something other men that they lived with. Ruža joining the crew made Ikkaku elated, excited to have not only a roommate, but a new girlfriend at that. And the two of them sharing the privacy of their own room meant their more personal discussions stayed far away from the prying eyes of their crass male crewmates.

“Now that you mention it, he’s seemed pretty uptight lately,” Ikkaku murmured, wiping her face down with a damp cloth.

“I feel like I did something to make him upset, earlier I saw him in the washroom and he wouldn’t even look at me.” Ruža’s voice was laced with discomfort, clearly sullen about the events from earlier in the day.

“What could you even have done?” Ikkaku asked, finally turning to face her friend. The curly-haired woman already knew about the deep crush Ruža had on their stone-faced captain, being her only confidant in her emotional turmoil. “You’ve never said or done anything bad to him before.”

“That’s what I’m wondering about!” Ruža responded with an exasperated huff. “He’s impossible to read, and he never tells anyone what he’s thinking, so if I did do something to upset him he won’t tell me no matter how hard I pry.”

Ikkaku flopped face first into her mattress, rolling onto her side and watching as Ruža pulled a baggy shirt over her head. “When did he start acting so off?”

“Uhm… a few days ago I think.” The redhead sat on her own bed, falling onto her back and gazing dimly at the metallic ceiling above her.

“Did anything happen then?”

It took the blue-eyed woman a few minutes to think about the previous day’s events. “I took a nap with Bepo in the common room a few days ago, and Shachi, Penguin, and Law were having a conversation that woke us up, and that’s when he started acting weird, I think.”

Ikkaku pondered intensely over her friend’s words. Shachi and Penguin having a laugh at Law’s expense was nothing short of common on the Polar Tang, the two of them being Law’s closest friends but also his greatest annoyance.

Ruža’s voice piped up again. “Maybe it was because I was napping during the day?”

“No, that can’t be it, Law naps on Bepo all the time so he’d be a hypocrite for getting mad at you over that,” Ikkaku responded.

“Maybe he wanted to nap with Bepo and I was in the way,” offered the red-head.

A light bulb suddenly flicked on within Ikkaku’s skull. She sat up on her bed with a start, making Ruža jump in surprise. Wide, brown eyes trained on startled blue ones.

“Maybe he was jealous that you were resting with Bepo and not him.”

It took Ruža a few moments to process her crewmate’s words. “No, that can’t be it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t like me that way! I’m a crew member, a subordinate. I’m nowhere close to his rank, and even then that’d be pushing his duty as a captain.” Ruža was immediately on the defensive with a tight frown. “As much as I want that to be the case, there’s no way that can be it.”

Ikkaku grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Who says? Law’s not the kind of guy to keep himself above everyone, we’re all equal in this tin can. Penguin and Shachi make out in the supply closet all the time and no one bats an eye.”

“Penguin and Shachi have been making out in supply closets since they were teenagers. Their scenario is different.” Ruža sat herself up now, leaning back on her hands. After a few tense moments, she released a pent-up exhale. “I really want Law to like me the way I like him, but it’s wishful thinking. He’s not that kind of guy, and he definitely doesn’t seem like the kind of person to get jealous.”

Ikkaku hummed. “I don’t know, I have an inkling. But, I don’t know him as well as Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin do, so I feel like if you really want an answer, you’ll have to go through them. Even if it’s not some cute lovey-dovey romance situation, they might at least be able to help you figure out what you did wrong, if anything.”

Ruža glanced off to the side. “You’re right, probably.”

“Probably?!” Ikkaku gasped, feigning offense. “I’m always right!”

This got Ruža to finally crack a tired smile, a breathy laugh leaving her lungs. “Okay, yeah, you’re always right.”

Their conversations continued until the lights went out. Instead of sleeping, however, Ruža was laid on her back, staring blankly at the dark ceiling above her head. Her lips quivered nervously.

—

“Shachi,” a hushed whisper alerted the ginger man’s attention from his porthole washing. He turned his head left, then right, searching for the source of the noise. “Behind you, dummy,” the voice came again, from behind him. He finally turned around, spotting the nervous expression of Ruža peeking from around the corridor.

“Why are you acting like you’re spying? Just get over here!” Shachi beckoned her over, and she complied without a word, slowly ambling her way over to where her older crewmate was working. “Is everything alright? Your eye bags look like they’re about to go on a longhaul trip.”

“I wanted to ask you something,” she replied, voice small. She knew her eye bags were atrocious, she didn’t get a lick of sleep the night previous.

Shachi nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Did I do something to upset Law?”

“Huh?”

Ruža paused, staring at the tinted shades that constantly covered the man’s eyes. “What do you mean ‘huh’? He hasn’t wanted to make eye contact with me in like a week now. I want to know what I did wrong and figured you might know… you or Penguin.”

Shachi pinched the bridge of his crooked nose in between his fingers. “Law is such an idiot, I swear.” He dropped his hand, planting it firmly on his crewmate’s stiff shoulder. “He’s not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then why is he acting like this?”

“Because he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings. He was jealous that you were napping with Bepo last week.”

Shachi’s words made the neurons in Ruža’s brain brown out. Her jaw was slack, staring blankly at the man in front of her. Ikkaku was right on the money. She was always right.

“If you’re gonna get anything out of him, you have to corner him like a cat and force him to talk. How else do you think he managed that alliance with Straw Hat? That kid forced Law around against his will and in the end everything worked out.” Shachi smirked.

“I’m not gonna drag him around like a dog,” Ruža muttered, hiding her flushed face in her hands. “But… I want to try to talk to him. I got no sleep last night because of this. Clearly.”

Shachi patted the woman’s shoulder a few extra times before finally releasing his supporting grip on her. “Let me know if you need anything else, alright? You got this.” He flashed her a toothy grin.

Finally having a few answers, Ruža felt her shoulders relax, a relieved smile on her face. “Thank you, Shachi, you’re the best.”

—

The day dragged on slower than a ship on the Calm Belt, and no one had seen Law for the entire duration. Not at breakfast, snack time, or dinner. Someone claimed they saw the man make a mad dash from his office to the galley for food, but no one could back up that claim. He was like a cryptid among his own crew.

Regardless, that evening, Ruža stood face-to-face with the hand-painted plastic sign that he kept hung up on the heavy metal door to his office.

DO NOT ENTER. I AM WORKING.

‘Obviously,’ thought the woman with a frown.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and knocked three times on the door, cringing at the way the heavy sound screeched through the desolate hallway of the submarine. She waited a few moments in deafening silence. No answer. Her hand faltered, but she knocked again, louder this time.

“Read the sign,” yelled a clearly agitated voice from within the closed off room.

“I can read just fine, Captain,” Ruža responded, surprising herself with the sass on her tongue.

More uncomfortable silence followed, before the sound of a screeching chair could be heard. Slow footsteps approached the steel door, and Ruža backed up apprehensively, heart beating wildly as she anticipated the door opening. It did, a tiny crack, allowing the glaring light from the hallway to shine off of Law’s weary face. His eye bags were worse than her’s, and his hair clearly hadn’t been washed in some time.

He stared at the woman outside of his door for a few agonizing moments before simply saying, “Yeah?”

Ruža pursed her lips. “I wanted to talk to you. It’s imperative.” Law didn’t need to know that she had been practicing that last word in the mirror for the better part of 20 minutes. Instead, she kept her shoulders back, chin held high, attempting to assert herself in front of her brooding captain who she was madly, desperately, incredibly in love with. She was failing miserably.

Law looked past the way her lips quivered and her arms trembled at her sides, as well as her own sleepless appearance. He silently opened the door to his office a bit wider, inviting her inside. Her apprehensive steps followed him, and she closed the door behind her, standing against it as she watched her captain meander back to his desk, plopping himself in his chair before leaning forward to rest his head in his hands.

“I want to hear from you why you’ve been ignoring me.” Ruža tried to suppress the way her voice trembled on its journey into the air. “I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you.”

Law bowed his head, the shadow from his bangs concealing his eyes from her vision. “What are your suspicions?”

Ruža was very quickly growing impatient, not helped by her lack of proper sleep. “That you were jealous that I was napping with Bepo. Shachi told me, but if that’s the case, I want to hear the truth from you, no one else.”

Law was worried that the sound of his hammering heart beat would be audible from across his office. His own fingers were trembling with nerves, he never in a million years thought he would ever be in a situation like this one. He did everything possible in his attempts to close himself out from intimate, personal connections, losing one too many people for his liking. And yet, a woman stood before him (well, behind him), who held his weary heart in a grip so warm and caring that he almost didn’t want it back.

The red-haired woman waited patiently for her captain to respond.

“Yeah,” was all he was able to breathlessly mutter.

Ruža waited for him to continue.

“I was jealous. But I shouldn’t have been.”

“And why were you jealous?” she demanded. “The entire crew loves napping with Bepo. Tell me why it’s different when I do it.”

Now it was Law’s turn to grow progressively more agitated. His teeth clenched within his closed mouth. “Do I really have to say it?”

“If it’s really this hard for you, then you don’t have to bother. I’m just tired of you acting like I don’t even exist. We’re in a damn submarine, it’s a bit hard not to feel ignored.” Ruža’s voice had softened only slightly. She was aware of her captain’s emotional issues, she knew bits and pieces of why he held everyone at three arms lengths away from him. She knew that the tattoo she had forcibly inked on the back of her neck was a disturbing sight for him, just as it was a painful scar for her.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Law finally leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, tossing his head back, breathing shallowly through his nose. “I know it was immature of me to treat you like that, Ruža, I’m sorry.” He rotated his head only slightly to glance towards the woman at his door, gazing at her with golden eyes that were filled with an unspoken agony.

“It’s okay,” was all she said back.

An idea popped into Law’s anxiety-ridden mind. He slowly pulled open one of the messy drawers of his desk, procuring a wrinkled blank piece of paper. Pulling a pen from a cup on his desk, he pulled the cap off and started scribbling frantically onto the paper. In his head, the vision of Corazon writing on slips of paper to communicate while he was pretending to be mute flashed through his vision. If Law couldn’t muster up the courage to vocalize the three little words bouncing aimlessly through his skull, then he’d just write them down.

The scratching of pen against paper finally ceased, and Law stood, keeping his head low as he passed the paper underside-up toward Ruža, who carefully took it from his hand. Flipping it around, she began to scan the words sloppily written on the front.

Ruža clenched the paper within her shaky fingers. The words she herself had been afraid to say were written at the top. I love you.

The silence was palpable, so thick you couldn’t even slice a sword through it. Shockingly, however, a light, airly laugh infiltrated the space. Ruža’s face was flushed a bright, rosy red, and her mouth was twisted into a nervous, childlike grin as she tried with all her might to keep down the nervous laughs that were forming in her chest. She couldn’t help it, small giggles escaping her lips as her shoulders shuddered with the effort of keeping them in. Law picked his head up, staring with a mixture of shock and bewilderment. He poured his heart out onto a piece of paper, and she was laughing at him.

“I’m not laughing at you, Law,” she finally managed to say. “I love you.”

The formidable captain of the Heart Pirates, one of the most wanted men in the world, nervously swallowed the glob of spit that had formed in the back of his throat. “You… you do?”

“Yeah.” Her response mirrored his curt words from the short minutes prior. “I was so scared that I did something to upset you.”

“God, no, you could never,” Law replied, breathlessly. He felt 100 pounds lighter, like he could float away on the slightest breeze. The three words that had cursed him for almost 20 years of his life now held a new weight to them. A new, liberated weight.

The woman in front of him, with a nervous, giddy smile dancing across her lips, eyes closed tightly with the force of her infectious smile, held his heart so tightly in her grasp and she didn’t even know it. Not yet, at least. That would come with time.

Ruža broke the silence. “Can I please hug you?”

Law felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upwards. “Of course.”

The red-head closed the distance within a few short steps, hiding her face within Law’s chest, still giggling like a child over the sudden revelation. She kept the paper held firmly in her hand as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Law’s scruffy chin found its perch on the crown of her head, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with a bliss he had never experienced before. He couldn’t fight his smile any more, letting it consume him, the same way he accepted the way his heart beat uncontrollably within Ruža’s presence.

“I’m sorry I’m laughing, I can’t help it,” she mumbled, the sound muffled by her face squished in the fabric of his sweatshirt.

His hands found their place around her shoulders, his left hand involuntarily coming up to rest on the back of her neck, covering her tattoo with his own inked hand. “It’s okay,” he responded, his words quiet and soft. “This is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me, too.”

The two stood in the same position for what felt like hours before Ruža finally (though regrettably) backed away slightly. Law’s hands slipped off her shoulders, but his fingers gingerly brushed along her tattoo.

“We don’t have to do anything about this if you don’t want to. I know with you being the captain and everything makes this kind of weird.” Ruža’s eyebrows angled in a way that made her appear almost sad at a reality that hadn’t even happened yet.

It took Law a few moments to really form his response. “No, I… I think I want to try. I don’t know what to do, though.”

“Me neither.”

Now it was Law’s turn to laugh. “We’re fucking hopeless.”

“Tell me about it.”

Ruža gazed longingly at the paper she still held in her hands, eyes repeatedly glossing over the three words at the top. Law could get used to the way her bright eyes softened, as if not believing that what she was reading was the truth. In the back of her mind, the reason she had even shown up to his office in the first place pushed itself back to the forefront.

“So about you being jealous…”

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Laid Bear

Prompt: Mink Reader + First Time Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, virgin!bepo, naturally a bit omegaversey since they're bears, oral (giving and receiving), masturbation, p in v sex, breeding kink, cockwarming WC: 3.8k

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

You could smell him before you could see him, that special scent unique to predator type minks, the scent that played to your instincts the most and made your nose twitch, ears perking up under your hoodie, tail wagging excitedly under your skirt against your better judgement. It was just as well you were seated in a corner booth, hiding away at the edge of the derelict bar where you hoped nobody would bother you. It'd been a long time since you'd smelt another mink, even longer since you'd left home to explore the world. You'd begun this journey with the goal in mind of finding your ancestral homeland, having been born far away from the mythical Zou, which at this point you weren't even sure existed as none of the minks you encountered seemed to know anything about it. Not that you'd met a great deal of them, they seemed rare even in the New World, which is why it always got you so excited to catch their scent.

You had no doubt they could smell you too, and you hoped they would be friendly, and handsome, they certainly smelt like a fertile male. You had no doubt they could smell you too, but you let out pheromones of your own anyway, advertising yourself as a fertile female predator mink. Specifically, you were a grizzly bear, but the type of mink that looked more like a human hybrid than a bipedal animal, as females of your kind often were. Your skin was a deep rich brown to match your hair, your nose was a cute little button at the end of a shallow muzzle, and you had two cute little fuzzy ears on your head, usually hidden by a hat or hoodie. You also had sharp claws and a fluffy tail, forcing you to wear fluffy skirts with petticoats to hide it. When your ears were visible, the skirts made you look like you were just a very dedicated lolita with a preference for bear themed outfits, which to be fair did make you look very cute.

The main door to the bar opened and your eyes were wide with curiosity, a tall man with a fluffy white hat and large sword resting on his shoulder entering first, scanning the room carefully. You caught a mischievous grin on his face as he caught your eye, turning to his companions yet to enter and whispering something you couldn't hear over the noise of the bar even with your very sensitive ears. Two men in white boiler suits entered behind him, pulling someone along with them, a fluffy white paw in each hand as they dragged in a large polar bear mink, of the more bipedal animal variety. You'd never even met another bear type mink outside of your parents, and your thighs pressed together unconsciously as he stood at his full height and scanned the room, at least seven feet tall and impressive even from across the room. He looked shy though, the claws at the tips of his index fingers tapping together as his friends released his paws, his fluffy ears flattened against his head as he caught your eye and blushed, the pink visible through his white fur. It made you blush in response, and you pulled down your hoodie, letting him see your own ears, almost identical to his, save for the colour. His ears perked as he saw yours, realising you were also a bear mink, a sweet smile forming on his face that told you perhaps you were the first he'd met as well.

The man with the sword pointed in your direction, and the men in boiler suits set to work forcing the mink towards you, one of them pulling on his arm while the other pushed him. He was wearing a matching boiler suit but in orange, and you noticed now the matching smiling icons embroidered on the suits, a jolly roger perhaps? Looking at the man with the sword again he did look vaguely familiar, perhaps you'd seen him on a bounty poster, you'd never been good at remembering human faces. They seemed friendly enough though, so pirates or not you didn't let it bother you. He approached you first, giving you a friendly smile before helping the other men push the hesitant polar bear into the booth seat opposite you, the bear letting out a nervous little whine that made you giggle, your giggle making him blush further.

“This is Bepo,” the man said, gesturing to the bear, “he's a little shy but I think you'll enjoy his company. And you are?”

“[Y/n],” you offered your hand, and he gave it a firm shake before turning to the bear, leaning with his arm against the bear's shoulder, giving him a reassuring slap on his chest. “Bepo, this is [y/n]. Just like we talked about, okay? Just be yourself, we'll be on the other side of the bar if you need us, but do your best to be brave”

He gave you another kind smile before he and the other two men left, the one with a funny hat that looked like a whale giving Bepo a playful smack on the shoulder before the three of them took up residence in a booth on the opposite side of the bar, making you feel a little like teenagers on a chaperoned date. Bepo was clicking his index claws together, looking anywhere except at you, so you took it upon yourself to get up and move to his side of the seating, forcing him to shuffle over. This wasn't your first time with another mink, you'd laid with a few humans as well, but he was giving off a nervous energy that told you he was just a sweet little virgin, and you wondered if he'd ever even kissed. You decided you would need to take the lead here, if you wanted to get a taste of the bear who was letting off such an alluring scent. He probably didn't even know how good he smelled.

“Hi there, big guy,” you smiled, “what's got a big strong bear like you so nervous? Little ol me? I won't bite, unless you want me to.” The suggestive comment made him squeak, and you couldn't help but let out a playful giggle, the sound music to his ears, making them twitch.

“Sorry,” he said shyly, his voice a lot higher pitched than you expected, “I've never met another mink, not since I was a kid… this is all very new to me”

“Really? That's quite surprising, I thought you were a pirate,” you hummed, “surely you see all kinds of people in your travels”

“I like to stay on the ship,” he replied quietly, “people make me nervous”

“That's okay sweetheart, I understand that. The hairless minks are so very strange, aren't they?” You smiled, “I'm very glad you ventured off the ship today then, what convinced your handsome self to make an exception?”

He blushed heavily at the compliment, his eyes flicking to you for just a moment before returning to anywhere else as he sunk into his chair. “I could… I could smell you from the ship. You smelled so pretty…”

“Do I live up to my scent, sweet thing?” You purred, running a claw under his chin and forcing him to look at you, “you're so very handsome, you certainly live up to your scent. Do you think I'm pretty?”

“Y-yes,” he mumbled, you could hear his heart racing in his chest, “you are… so very beautiful”

“I can feel your friend's eyes burning the back of my head,” you hummed, letting your hand fall and resting it against his thick leg. He jumped a little at the motion, looking down at your hand and back up at you, a cloud of arousal wafting from him in his scent at the small touch. “I have a room upstairs, you wanna come hang out? Have some tea?”

He looked past you to his presumably captain, who gave him an encouraging thumbs up, before turning back to give you a shy nod. You stood and took his paw in yours, and you could hear the cheers of his friends over the crowd as you led him upstairs. You held his hand all the way to the room, it was shaky in yours, you could tell how nervous he was, the poor sweetheart. At the very least you hoped he would be more comfortable away from the crowd sipping some soothing tea, and you wanted a chance to talk to him better without having to shout over all the drunk voices.

The bed bowed and creaked under his weight as you led him to sit on it, not having any other good seating options, while you made him some tea with the small kitchenette. It was really just a cabinet and mini fridge with a tray of complimentary teas and coffee, and a small box of milk, the water in your jug fetched earlier from your small attached bathroom. “Milk and sugar?” You hummed.

“Ah- just two sugars, sorry,” he replied.

“No need to apologise, my sweet,” you smiled as you stirred in sugar and brought him the tea. He immediately took a sip, scalding his tongue and sticking it out to cool it, making you giggle. You could see his eyes light up at the sound, and he gave you a shy smile that made your heart flutter as you sipped your own tea, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside him. “So, you said you knew minks when you were a kid though, right? Do you know Zou?”

“I was born there,” he replied, making you excitedly discard your tea on the side table and raise yourself on your knees to pull at the clothing over his shoulder.

“What's it like? Is it paradise for minks like the legends say? Are there lots of minks there? Can you take me there?” You shouted in quick succession, making the poor bear flinch. “Ah, sorry!” You let yourself fall back to sit on the balls of your feet, “Got a little carried away…”

“I don't really remember it much,” he replied sadly, “I left when I was eight to find my brother, it's been so long”

“Is it true it's on the back of an elephant?” You asked curiously.

“It is!” He smiled, happy he could at least answer one question.

“That's so cool!” Your eyes were practically glittering.

“I take it you were not born there then?” He asked, sipping more tea.

“No, my parents never explained what they were doing away from Zou, but I've been searching for it ever since they died,” you hummed. Your hand fell idly to his thigh, stroking it without thinking as your mind was deep in thought. You didn't even realise you were doing it till he made a little squeak, arousal hitting your sensitive nose, though his body was notably tense and stiff. “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, removing your hand, “I won't touch you if you don't want me too. I guess I get a little handsy at times”

“Most minks are like that, I think,” he replied, “I was wondering if… ah, no, I don't think I can say it, sorry…”

“You're so cute,” you smiled, “do you want me to touch you, Bepo? I can, if you want me to. I'd like to. You're very handsome, and you smell nice”

The blush on Bepo's face was back as he gave a quiet nod, your hand quickly returning to his thigh. “Perhaps we would be more comfortable without our clothes, I for one feel like my tail is being squished”

“Oh, okay,” he agreed innocently. The two of you stood and undressed yourselves, and you stretched pleasantly as you were freed of the suffocating clothing, twitching your tail happily. Minks didn't really need clothing, you had a thin layer of fur over most of your body, only really hairless at the centre of your torso from your belly up to your neck and face, and also your inner thighs. Your nipples were covered by fur, your genitals tucked away between your legs just like a human female, while male minks like Bepo had a sheath that hid their genitals. As a less human-like mink, Bepo's entire body was covered in thick fur, visible now that he let his boiler suit pool on the floor. Without clothing you both looked far more like bears, and you smiled fondly at him.

The thing with minks was that they were far more intune to their instincts than a human, especially the instincts of the animal they were modelled after. This was especially true of minks during mating, though with experience they were able to get more control over their instincts. Bepo lacked any experience, from what you could tell, which meant he would be entirely at the whims of his instincts if you wished to mate with him. This worked in your favour, being that grizzly bears and polar bears sometimes got together in the wild, the mating rituals of each species being relatively similar. You stepped towards him and brushed your muzzle against his neck, nipping at it to signal your interest, before fleeing playfully to the other side of the room. You could hear his heavy foot falls as he chased you, successfully having activated the more feral part of his brain and initiating the play that was the bear equivalent of foreplay. It would be a difficult balance, weighing what his instincts wanted versus what would make the more human part of him feel good, but it was a challenge you were more than interested in pursuing.

He caught you as you scrambled across the bed, pinning you down as you turned to face him. Your muzzle met his and you kissed him hard, his mouth immediately opening so you could chase his tongue with yours, feeling his cock unsheathing against your stomach. You reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around it, rubbing your thumb over the head to collect his precum and using it as lubrication to stroke him. His head fell against your shoulder, making excited barks and chuffs as you stroked him. Like many minks, he had a sort of hybrid cock; long and supported by a bone like a polar bear, but thicker and with a more bulbous head like a human. If you were a human female he would be far too large for you, his cock proportional to his massive body, but with your bear anatomy you were well suited to take him, though it would be quite a delicious stretch.

You were a little surprised in truth at how quickly he had unsheathed for you, he was certainly eager to mate, the air now thick with your joint arousal, making your noses twitch as you both made little growls. You nuzzled and chewed on his neck, making him whine, and you pushed a hand against his chest to indicate you wanted him to roll off you. He laid back against the mattress, his chest heaving, and you kissed him hard again as you straddled his thick legs, running your tongue over his sharp teeth and smoothing the appendage against his.

“Is this okay Bepo?” You asked him, lowering yourself down the bed until you were laying between his legs, your breath brushing against his cock as you stroked it, “can I taste you? You smell so nice, I'd like to taste you”

“Ah- yes-” he whined, covering his face shyly but watching you with one eye that peeked between his fingers. You giggled at his adorable shyness and ran your tongue up the long length of his cock, still stroking the base with your hand as you took the tip in your mouth. His tongue was clicking to indicate his pleasure as you bobbed your head, mixed with little whines as his paw came to rest against the back of your head, not putting any pressure but playing occasionally with your ears and scratching at the base of them, at the sensitive spot only those with ears like yours knew about.

You couldn't hope to take all of his cock in your mouth, but what you managed was more than enough for him anyway, the hot warm feeling of your mouth around him being entirely unfamiliar and making him squirm cutely. “Ah- ah- [y/n],” Bepo whined, “I feel strange- hnng-”

“Let go, Bepo, cum for me,” you said sweetly, the bear immediately mewling as thick cum dripped from his cock, which you eagerly lapped up, letting the rest spurt directly into your mouth. He was panting hard as you let him go with a pop, licking cum from your hand and running your tongue over your muzzle to clean it.

“That- that was incredible,” he huffed, “can I make you feel like that?”

“You can,” you grinned mischievously, “come put your head between my legs, I'll guide you”

Shyness entirely lost as he became dedicated to making you feel good too, he quickly repositioned himself, the two of you finding a comfortable position that accommodated his large body by seating yourself at the edge of the bed while he knelt in front of you on the floor. He looked up at you eagerly from between your legs, and you pet his head lovingly, scratching behind his ears the same way he had for you. He stuck out his dark tinted tongue and ran it up your thigh, before using his large paws to hold your legs open, claws threatening to pierce but he was careful to not let them. Your own hand came between your legs, spreading your labia for him to see, playing with your clit and occasionally dipping a finger inside yourself. Your scent was driving him wild as you masturbated for him, so close to his nose, and he couldn't help but press his muzzle against your cunt and take a deep inhale, chuffing as your slick coated his nose and caught in his fur before his tongue came out again to take a wide swipe from asshole to mound.

“There you go,” you praised as his licks became more focused, lapping at the dripping honey at your entrance and rolling his tongue over your clit, “that feels nice Bepo. Your tongue feels so nice and rough against my pussy, why don't you suck on the bump part a little?”

You moaned as he enthusiastically followed your guidance, focusing harsh sucks and flicks of his tongue against your clit while your hands buried in the thick fur on top of his head. “So good,” you moaned, “you can- hnng- you can put your tongue inside me if you want”

His eyes were dark and hungry as he looked up at you, tongue dragging down to where he'd seen you finger yourself and pushing the wet appendage in, ignoring the resistance as he bullied the thick muscle inside you. You screamed but the way you held his head against your cunt told him it wasn't a pained scream, so he started licking at your inner walls, chuffing and growling deep in his chest as he drank up all of your slick greedily, making messy and inexperienced motions until he accidentally brushed against your g-spot and felt your entire body tense. He zeroed in on it instinctively, making you moan and writhe as he abused it with his tongue, until you pulled his fur hard and came without warning on his tongue. His eyes widened as he felt the gushing release and he lapped it up greedily, making you squirm at the overstimulation, unable to keep yourself upright anymore as you twitched helplessly against the bed until he was satisfied he'd drunk up everything you had to offer.

His instincts were in full play now, and you could smell his precum as his cock unsheathed again, standing tall over you in a way that made you shiver at just how big he was. He looked entirely the dangerous predator that he was, that shy little polar bear you met earlier now entirely gone. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you rolled over and put your ass in the air, tail twitching invitingly. He wasted no time in draping himself over your back, nipping at your neck and making deep growls that vibrated through your chest as he gripped your thighs and rut his hips towards you. As soon as his cock made contact with your dripping pussy he was burying himself to the hilt, the air knocked out of you as he immediately began a merciless pace as his instincts clawed at him to breed you.

He continued to nuzzle and nip at you as he slammed into your much smaller body, your pussy stinging from the sudden stretch before it melted to pure pleasure, moaning and clawing at the sheets below you, making tears in the fabric and mattress; you definitely weren't getting your deposit back. Fucking worth it though, as the polar bear slammed into you on pure instinct, his motions sloppy and aggressive with no real goal other than cumming inside you. He didn't even register as your cunt clamped down around him and you went silent from the intense pleasure as you came hard on his cock, letting out a long relieved moan as your body relaxed again, Bepo still slamming into you relentlessly and overstimulating you. All you could do was whine helplessly as he used your body, until his claws sunk into your hips, blood drops matting the fur as he stilled inside you, teeth breezing against your shoulder as he huffed and filled you with his seed.

It took a lot of gentle convincing to get him to roll to his side instead of crushing you, his cock still inside you, the bone keeping him erect and plugging you to keep is cum deep inside your cunt as he slowly came back to reality. “Ah, sorry, sorry,” he mumbled against your back, breath tickling your fur. “I can't- I don't wanna-”

“It's okay, my sweet snowbear,” you took his paw and curled your fingers between his digits, holding it against your chest, your abdomen visibly bulging from his cock still deep inside you. “You don't have to move, you're just doing what your instincts want you to. It's always like this the first few times for minks, just do what feels right, kay?”

“Okay, sorry,” he mumbled, nuzzling against your back, “did I do good?”

“Yes baby, you did good,” you smiled, bringing his paw to your mouth to kiss it. “So good,” you purred, a contented chuffing coming from the bear behind you.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #AKO 250 event #one piece bepo #bepo one piece #bepo x reader

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megangovier · 4 months

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Through The Woods

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Pairing: Depraved! Michael Myers x fem! reader x Jason Voorhees x Ghostface

Summary: Your boyfriend dumps you after four years, leaving you in the woods. Scared you hide from the creatures of the night, as you walked and walked, three masked men follow you.

Tw: Abuse at the start

Warning: 18+ only || Smut || mmm4f || Cheating || Arguments || P in V || Dirty talk || degradation || mdni || Dub-con || depravity || throatfucking || cream pie || breeding kink || daddy!kink || handjob || BJ ||

"Get the fuck out my car bitch, you ain't worth my time anymore".. tears started to roll down your face. The man that you were sitting next to in the car, wasn't the guy you met four years ago, he's changed and you didnt like it. You missed the sweet man you got used to, the guy that would make you breakfast in the morning and looked after you when you were ill, you don't know what he had done with that guy. "You were the one cheating on me with those hoes, I've been nothing but nice to you and you treat me like this" anger rising in your chest "Boo-hoo, get the fuck out! We are done" screaming at him, you run out the door and into the woods.

Scared and frightened you think ways of surviving through the night, all sorts of creatures lurk through the darkness waiting for their next meal. "I can't fucking believe him, wasted four years of my life with him and he cheats on me, my mother was right about him but me being a dumb bitch believing in love, fairy tale fucking over". As you head through the tree's, listening to owls hooting and crickets, a calm wave washed over you, nature was always your favourite place to be when you were having a bad day.

Music also brought you escapism, one of your many favourite things to do. Slipping headphones in, you put on zen music. Smiles on your face, tears long gone. As much as you loved that man, you didn't have to deal with him again, going to feel sorry for the next girl he dates, the way he treated you, bound to happen again to someone else. The sky was pitch black, the time was 22:30. Stars shining brightly, moon as big as a rocket shining back. Passing tree's, phone in hand, torch looking for a safe place for the night, away from creatures that could eat you alive.

As you were finding your way to a safe place, three large men were hiding behind a tree, few yards away from where you were standing. Looking at you with their lustful eyes, mouths watering, ghostface looks at Michael and whispers "Can we please take her now, please I need to be inside her so bad, my balls are so fucking tight" Michael growled and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Come on Mike, you know what happens when he doesn't get what he wants" Jason said. A sigh left his lips, looking at ghostface he nods in annoyance and ghost face, quietly heads in your direction.

Still heading north, you lost all patience trying to find a place to stay for the night. As you were about to turn back, someone came up behind you and pushed you to the floor, their strength pinning your arms above your head, his leg keeping yours open "get off of me creep" a man laughs above you. White mask, boiler suit "Oh honey, we're just getting started" unzipping his boiler suit Michael grabs you by the hair, pulling you up on your knees "Now take all of daddy's cock down your throat, while my friend here ruts himself against you". "Open your mouth baby, that's it"

As Michael slams himself into your throat, ghostface is behind you with his gloved fingers inside your dripping cunt "oh look, someone's being a little slut! you like that huh, being throat fucked by my friend here". As ghostface was finger fucking you from behind, Jason had slipped his hand down his pants, whimpering like the cute submissive boy he is "Aw look Jason, you want some of this?" Jason nodded his head and got on his knees "Good Boy, now you know what to do" as ghostface got up and walked over to your side "stroke my cock slut, while he fucks your throat" as your hand went to his cock Michael grabbed your wrist "I wanted to play with her, this little plaything is mine Michael" growls left his lips. Letting go, you looked at Michael's eyes, they were so pretty "I think she likes you Michael" heat rises up your neck, making you clench around Jason's fingers.

"Fuck, I'm so close princess!" Michael had let his cock fall from your lips. Ghost face had grabbed your face and rammed his cock into your throat "oh fuck, take it all, or I'll have to spit it back into your mouth, if I see a single drop from those pretty lips of yours" a moan left your throat and legs started to shake "faster Jason, she's close" doing what he was told, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape giving Michael the opportunity to lift up his mask and kiss you passionately, spitting the warm seed back into your throat.

After coming undone, Michael kneeled behind you, hands on hips and mouth near ear "now I ain't going slow, princess" a whimper left your lips. Jason felt invisible "Jason, fuck her mouth will you, Michael is going to make this bitch scream and we can't let people nose around here" unzipping his trousers making pants fall along with them, Jason slowly enters his cock in your mouth. Michael slammed himself inside you, making your eyes roll back "Fuck princess, you're so tight, can't wait til I breed you, shoot my babies inside you" clenching around him, Michael pulls your hair "Such a dirty slut for us, you have no idea what I'm going to do to you" a moan escaped your lips, making jason buck his hips, whining.

Jason couldn't take it a second more, he needed to be inside of you but he knew better than to make Michael angry as he was the boss, leaded the pack. "Atta girl, can you do it one more time, I know you're exhausted but I don't care! You're going to be used by all three of us, by the end of tonight and I'm going to take you back home and use you again and again, until I know you've been bred". You're so close and Michael could feel it "come on slut, you can do it, come all over daddy's cock" as his hand came down hard on your ass, your pussy clenched tightly around him and came hard on his cock, making Jason tip his head back, releasing in your throat.

As Michael slid out your wetness, juices and come was running down your thighs. Panting with exhaustion, sleep washed over you. A slap across the face woke you up "we aren't done yet princess, I'm not the only one who needed this pussy" Ghostface positions himself behind you, grabbing onto heavily bruised hips "you look so pretty with those bruises tattooed on your hips" a tired whimper left your aching throat. You couldn't do anything, your body was achy and tired. Closing your eyes, listening to the raspiness of his voice, ghost face slammed into your pussy, pounding it from behind.

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 11 months

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Round 2 Group C Match 2

ATTENTION VOTERS WE ARE TRYING TO ACHIEVE A TIE ON THIS POLL. MARGIN OF 0.2% OR SMALLER WILL MEAN JONNY AND MIKE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ROUND TOGETHER.

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall of text warning + videos. very.)

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

youtube

"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

youtube

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #jonny greenwood #radiohead #mike patton #mr bungle #faith no more

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galtips · 2 months

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The origins of gyaru possibly go back to the 1980s when all-girl biker gangs ruled Tokyo’s streets. Their hardcore style, attitude and rites of passage like graduation ceremonies, very much remind us of the gyaru of today. Even more so they embodied a rebellious spirit, now referred to as gyaru maindo (gyaru mind). The magazine “Teen’s Road” that brought this biker style to small town schoolgirls. Over time, leather jackets and boiler suits with kanji lettering became a more mainstream trend and real biker girls got angry at posers! Teen’s Road eventually ended because the staff were “tired of being physically assaulted by the readers” and some biker girls were even kidnapped.

At the same time, elite university clubs were throwing parties in Shibuya with organisers known as chiimaa (teamers). These well-to-do chiimaa regularly hit the dance floor instead of hitting the books. Chiimaa’s girlfriends mimicked LA beach style and earned the nickname paragyaru or “paradise girls”. Paragyaru didn’t know yet but their dress sense would inspire what was to follow in the 1990s,

Kogyaru (“ko” meaning “little” or “kid”) appeared in the 1990s. The name is believed to have originated as bouncer slang to describe the high school paragyaru girls who tried to sneak into clubs by dressing older. Affluent high school girls with chestnut coloured dyed hair (chapatsu), short school skirts, designer uniform blazers, oversized cardigans and modest tans were the trendsetters of the time. Loose white socks and white eye makeup were the cherry on top! But why were high school girls wearing their uniform after school? It was actually a popular ploy for rich schools to entice new freshmen with the fashionable designer uniforms. Girls wanted to be seen wearing their blazer and skirt after school as a marker of style, school pride and as a symbol of youth.

High schoolers eventually took over department store Shibuya109. Anything bought there was considered kogyaru style, like crop tops from Me Jane and Esperanza platform sandals. Many of the first kogyaru began to work at 109 shops becoming well-known gyaru fashionistas, dubbed “super charisma clerks” (スーパーカリスマ店員). Celebrities like singer Amuro Namie with her natural kogyaru appearance placed gyaru style into the mainstream’s consciousness. She had a natural Okinawan tan, light brown hair and wore white lipstick. Her stage outfits mimicked 109 style, and so Amuro fans thinned their eyebrows, wore chunky platform boots and colourful belly tops in admiration. That earned them the nickname Amuraa (Amuro admirers) which crossed over with gyaru style.

In 1995, Egg magazine launched as the number one source of gyaru fashion and lifestyle. After all, gyaru didn’t care what others thought about them and they took pleasure in being loud, sex-positive and even developed their own slang. Egg magazine took street snaps of kogyaru who sometimes went on to become regular models, for example Rumi Itabashi and Kaoru Watanabe. Meanwhile, purikura launched in 1995 with the idea for business professionals to take miniature portraits of themselves for their business cards. No one foresaw them becoming super popular in gyaru culture, with pages and pages dedicated to them in Egg.

Adults were worried about Japan’s declining national character in the late 1990s. Kogyaru with their gyaru mind ethos were targeted and chastised for their alleged practice of enjo kōsai (compensated dating). Growing up with new tech like pokeberu (early pagers) and terekura (telephone clubs), these women gained more independence but also new ways to wreak havoc. For example, terekura were created to connect men and women who wanted to date. But when kogyaru called in to the terekura, they set the men up on a date just to stand them up.

Teenage girls were also widely viewed as serial shopaholics. People thought that they wouldn’t think twice about selling their worn underwear to businessmen for money! Even though only a handful of kogyaru did this, the media didn’t care! Kogyaru were the face of “shameful” public morals. But the more the media covered enjo kōsai, the more schoolgirls congregated in Shibuya’s streets to make big bucks! In the end teenage prostitution became associated with kogyaru style.

After a decade of kogyaru mania, new substyles and gyaru circles emerged. One of the most prominent gyaru circles was Angeleek. Angeleek primarily wore a style of gyaru called ganguro, which were gyaru who darkened their skin. Other substyles like mamba and yamanba evolved out of ganguro. Yamanba wore the darkest foundation they could get their hands on, wore extreme white eyeliner, harsh nose contour and decorated their cheeks with gems and flowers. They liked tropical, beachy clothes and floral accessories. It was dramatic and yamanba were impossible to ignore! But by the early 2000s there was a sudden decline in these more extreme styles. Due to the style’s unsavory reputation, girls turned to other substyles of gyaru or stopped being gyaru completely. Egg even took a break from publishing for a few months. Was this the end?

Not exactly! Egg and other gyaru magazines returned as the mid-2000s brought about an unexpected gyaru renaissance. In 2005, another magazine called Ageha was launched. It was aimed at gyaru Hostesses who called their style agejo. By 2008, gyaru was thriving and there were so many genres of gyaru and the style became more popular internationally. Styles like hime-gyaru, hime-kaji, onee-gyaru, rokku-gyaru and ame-kaji entered the scene. Tsubasa Masuwaka, a prominent gyaru figure at the time, was featured on both gyaru and non-gyaru magazine covers. She also launched a makeup and false lashes line called Dolly Wink which is still popular today!

The late 2000s to mid 2010s saw a more laid back toned-down look. Gradually, girls lost interest in the style and Egg and Ageha ceased publication. Gyaru brands followed the magazines by toning down or rebranding. In 2014, Alisa Ueno’s brand Fig&Viper was dubbed as neo-gyaru in an article by ViVi magazine which sparked some debate. Many gyaru did not view this brand as gyaru and Alisa Ueno herself admitted that she never called her brand neo-gyaru.

Not many other styles have lasted as long, or made so many comebacks. From the biker gangs of the 1980s to the yamanba of the 2000s, gyaru fashion has gone through many changes. Some even claim we are in a post-gyaru era! Will it ever become a mainstream fashion again? Who knows, but in the meantime we’ll be rehearsing our Para Para dance moves!

Ps if you don’t want to read all of that here is some YouTube links!

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#Youtube #gyarustyle #yamanba gyaru #gaijin gyaru #black gyaru #gyaru aesthetic #kuro gyaru #gyaru blog #gyaru fashion #gyaru #heisei gyaru

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Hey I'm the one who requested for Vasco fluff and young Hansu. Sorry to bother you again but can you write something like reader is dating Vasco then one day a man tries to you know, get in her pants, and reader just takes him to Vasco and Burn Knuckles and tells Vasco that the man is a bad man?

That was long one. You don't have to write if don't want to, of course. Love your works btw, like loooooooooooove 'em 💕

Thank you for requesting previously!! And reading my bs 🥹 Again, I am so sorry for the loooong delay in getting back to you. Here's a very silly fic!

Vasco x Reader (feat Jace + Burn Knuckles): make the bad guys good for a weekend lifetime

"And what should you do if someone has their headphones in and clearly doesn't want to be disturbed?"

Men in grey boiler suits fill the park, clicking their tongue and shaking their head at the spectacle before them. Encasing two men in matching attire and one unfortunate guy kneeling on the floor.

Jace's voice rings out as he glares down at the man, the infamous Vasco grip pinching into his shoulder and holding him in place.

"L-leave them alone."

"What if they say they have a boyfriend?"

Vasco's hand tightens ever so slightly. This absolutely pest. How pathetic of him to not leave you alone. To push and push and push until you, his partner, had to call Burn Knuckles for back up.

What idiot doesn't understand boundaries?

"Leave them ACK! a-alone."

"If you ask for their number and say no?"

"Leave them alone."

"If you ask them for a date and they say no?"

Tears in his eyes and feeling his shoulder on the verge of snapping, "L-leave t-them alone."

"That is what a real man believes in. Consent and boundaries and respect." Jace turns to the rest of his brethren. "You hear that Burn Knuckles?"

"Yes, Jace sir!"

"No means no!" With fists pumping in the air, the entirety of the crew begins to chant. The man on his knees feebly joins in, strength returning to his voice with each iteration.

At first he thought he would return with backup to kick these guy's asses, but he was forced on his knees and humbled. How did someone even get this strong?

How did someone even amass this sort of following and loyalty?

And then.

His eyes flicker towards Vasco, Hero of Burn Knuckles, shouting alongside his crew, looking proudly on with a single tear running down his face.

It all made sense.

As Vasco's grip loosens, and the errant man looks around at these men. Because really, there's no other way to describe them. These men, alphas, specimens chant about respect - he finds himself completely moved.

Maybe he could be more like this. He observes the rippling, bulging muscles, the sharp jawlines, the tears now running down all their faces...

Now bowing down completely, flattening himself on the ground and forehead against the dirt. "I'm sorry, I should have listened. I'll do better."

He peers up at Vasco, who seems to have been anticipating this question all along.

"S-sir? Can I join Burn Knuckles?"

#lookism #lookism x reader #vasco x reader #vasco #jace park #euntae lee x reader #euntae lee #lookism fanfics #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism fic #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #wannaeatramyeon

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xxchaosjojoxx · 5 months

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Beach day

It was a hot summer day. So as you docked on a beach, you got a free day from your captain. While the Crew and even the captain is chilling on the beach to cool down, you had another Idea. “Hey guys. How about a water fight?” - Yeah, it sounds good. I’m in. Bepo nodded his head and was very happy. “Ha, you think you can win against us? We are unstoppable.” - “Then let’s do it. You and Penguin against Ikkaku, Bepo and me.”

Ikkaku and you wore a jacket above your swimsuit. Shachi also wore some swimming trunks. Penguin wore his boiler suit half off and a black tank top. And Bepo? He had a floating ring on with their jolly roger on the side.“Aren’t you hot in these clothes, Pen?” You asked and earned a grin.

“I am hot as well, so this doesn't bother me very much.” You had a light blush on your cheeks. “Y-Yeah yeah we are all hot right now.” You mumble under your breath.

After you lost the first round you, Ikkaku and Bepo had an emergency meeting. “They are too strong for us.” - “They are one with the sea.” said Bepo. Ikkaku’s face lit up. “I have an idea. Let’s go for one of them. Bepo just needs to get behind Penguin or Shachi and then we both can attack them with all we have.” -”We need to distract them in order for Bepo to sneak up behind them.” Ikkaku grinned. “Girls power y/n. Trust me.”

“So break is over. Let’s go for another round.” Shachi screamed happily and he and Pen were determined to win this battle. “Y/N NOW!” Ikkaku shouted and both her and you took the zipper of your jacket, zip it down slowly and take it off. The two men before you couldn’t avoid their gaze on you. “Flirt position #3.” You commanded and you and Ikkaku were back to back, winking at your opponents. Showing every curve you have. “T-That is unfair.” Penguin went bright red and hid his face with his hat to avoid looking at you two. “Y-You can’t seduce us. We are immune to you.” Shachi shouted while Ikkaku smirked. “You sure about that?” With that Bepo was jumping behind them and holding penguin in a bear hug. “H-Hey Bepo. W-What are you guys doing?”

“Mega Water laser gun.” Ikkaku and you screamed and shot at Penguin. Penguin was drenched completely and Bepo, Ikkaku and you danced a little bit. “That was such a nasty plan. You witches.” -”Hey this is war. We can do whatever we want.”

Penguin gave Shachi his water gun. “They won this round, Shachi. Don’t worry we’ll get them the next round for sure.”

Penguin took the hem of his tank top and wringed his shirt off, revealing part of his abs.

You couldn’t avoid your gaze on him. You had a crush on him since forever but seeing him like that, did something to your body. You could feel the heat on your cheeks and then it happened. “AHHH Y/N YOU ARE BLEEDING!” Bepo screamed and the rest of them looked at you. You hold your nose and try to look away. /Shit! Why does he have to show me his body like that out of nowhere?/

Bepo and Penguin were by your side very fast. “Hey Y/N are you ok? Can we do something for you?” Penguin asked you with a hint of worry. Shachi went towards Ikkaku. “Do you see what I see?” He asked and grinned like the devil. She nodded. “This might be the best opportunity right now.” Ikkaku knew that you had a crush on Penguin and also that Penguin has the same feelings for you. Even Shachi knew this. It was pretty obvious for everyone. You looked at Penguin and saw his wet tank top clinging on him, showing every muscle underneath. You tried to turn away, feeling weak in the knees you lost your balance. Bepo and Penguin reacted fast enough to catch you. “Maybe the captain should check on her.” Shachi said happily. Without thinking for a second, Penguin holds you bridal style and goes with Bepo to the beach. “Let go of me please.” - “B-But Y/n we are worried.” Bepo said and was on the edge of tears. “He is right. What if your body collapses because of the heat? OII CAPTAIN!”

Captain Law was on the beach, sitting in the shadows and reading a book. “What is it?” he asked with an annoyed voice. “Y/N got a nosebleed and she is bright red. Maybe it’s the heat.” Law looked between you, Penguin and the two who were still in the water. He wasn’t an idiot, he saw the scene. The doctor knew that the heat was not the problem. He started to smirk. Why not prank you two. Maybe you two will end up eventually. “Bring y/n to a dark and cool room inside the polar tang. She needs to cool down.”

“But captain it’s not-” Law interrupted you with an icy stare. "Doctor's order. We need to prevent your body from collapsing. Right?” You felt a shiver down your spine as Law showed a short smirk. Captain could be scary if he wanted to be. “S-Someone should take care of her. W-What if someone happens and then y/n is alone on board?” Penguin nodded. “Bepo is right, maybe Ikkaku could” he turns around to see that Shachi and Ikkau were still playing in the water. “or maybe not…Ok I will stay with y/n.”

You shook your head. “No you don’t have to.” -”End of discussion. Now go!” Law said and you both went towards the Polar tang.

You were still in Penguins arms while he carried you the whole way towards your quarter. He laid you down on your bed and covered you with a blanket. You were still in your swimming suit. Penguin gulped. You were pouting, and didn't say a single word.“

He took a chair to sit beside you. “Are you mad?” He asked nervously while fumbling with his hands. You nodded slightly. “Kinda…” -”I’m just worried about you. We can join them later, ok?”

You turned towards him and gave him a soft smile. “I’m not mad at you…or Bepo. I’m mad at Shachi and Ikkaku and even at the captain. They set us up” Penguin tilted his hand. “What do you mean? They are worried.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “They aren’t worried about me, because they know that my body isn’t acting like that because of the heat. There’s…mh…another reason for it.” You claimed and turned your whole body away. Penguin was facing your back now.

It was silent in the room. You started to move to face him again after a few minutes. You were blushing and you started to whisper. “Pen, don’t you realize it?” He looked at you. “N-No? I mean we just played so I don’t know exactly what you mean by that. I mean.. YOU guys set us up by revealing yourself like…that. I’m the one who got completely drenched back there.”

“That’s the problem. I- I’m just human ok? I’m not immune to….this” You said and you were waving with your hands towards him. Penguin got a little closer to you, to hear you better. “Immune to what exactly?” You were hiding under your blanket. Your muffled voice found its way towards Penguin’s ear. “Seeing you like that.”

“Bu y/n you often see me with my boiler suit half off. My shirt isn’t even new or off.” You could hear that your crush was confused. Your blanket flew towards the ground, because you sat up abruptly. Glaring at him with a huge blush on your face. “PEN!” you shouted and he jumped from his chair. “I meant seeing you with those wet clothes clinging to your body. Goddamnit. You looked really hot back there…like always..” You whispered the last part of your sentence, looking away shyly. “O-Oh…” he said while his cheeks matching yours as well. He was blushing like hell. “Y-You look pretty good in this swimsuit, too.” He stuttered, while scratching his neck.

You managed to whisper a soft “Thanks”

As you started to look at him again, you took a deep breath. “Now please change your clothes.”

He stood up and went towards the door, opening it. As he stood in the doorframe and turned around, he started to smirk at you. “You sure I should go and change? Maybe you wanna take a good look at me again and I would love to tease you a little more. Now that I’m aware of this situation.”

You took your pillow and threw it at him. “S-Shut up Penguin.” Before you could do something else, he took his shirt with a “Welp I can’t help it” off. Your nosebleed returned and he was rushing fast by your side. “S-Sorry. Can I do something for you?” He nearly panicked. He didn’t know that you would react to his teasing like this. “J-Just go change, please.” You said while trying to wipe the blood away. This will be a long day.

#one piece #penguin one piece #penguin x reader #op penguin x reader #one piece x reader #fluff #x reader #female reader

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midnightlazule · 3 months

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{NSFW} Sweat [Law x AMAB!reader] (2023 KT)

Summary | The captain has his eyes on you after you get done working out with Shachi and Penguin, what'll happen when he decides to join you for a shower?

CW | AMAB reader / no reader pronouns used / oral (reader receiving) / Law has a sweat kink

"Damn dude, I think you've done enough, you look ready to pass out" Penguin laughed, watching as you completed a few more sets of of barbell squats. Your legs felt ready to give out, and your back was positively aching, but it was the good kind of ache. You loved the feeling of over-doing it with your body, feeling that stretch and burn as you pushed your limits.

Setting the weighted barbell down with a loud clank, you stretched your back, letting out a deep breath. Relishing the ache that throbbed dully, you looked at both men who were giggling like schoolgirls watching you flex.

"You could lift up Bepo at this point" Shachi giggled, earning a small slap on his shoulder from Penguin, "you know he'll get upset if he hears you say that, Bepo is sensitive about that shit remember?" Penguin scolded his friend, rolling his eyes he smiled back at you.

"Anyways, nice work, been awhile since we managed to convince you to come work out with us" he smiled, "work out or slack off?" you chuckled. "You know Law wont be happy to see us three not doing our jobs, and keeping our physique in check isn't what he told us to do." Penguin shrugged, figuring if they got in trouble for it then so be it.

"Well, I don't think he'll figure out anytime soon, he's been off on important business since this morning" he said, scratching at his face, "besides, it's not like he tasked us with much to do today." you hummed, looking at him, "and did you get anything done?" crossing your arms you watched the two give each other a look.

"Well- no"

You couldn't help but snort, shaking your head at the two "I'm going to go shower, good luck to the both of you, better hope Law doesn't give you an ass whoopin" you joked. "As if he would" Shachi scoffed and shook his hand dismissively, "the most he'll do is shove us on bathroom duty for a month" Penguin knocked Shachi over the head, "bathroom duty sucks dude, I'd rather get my ass beat then clean those toilets..." he sighed.

The two bickered as you walked out, spotting the man you had just mentioned not even minutes ago leaning against the wall, adjacent to the door. "Captain" you nodded to him in a respective manner, his yellow eyes watched you. "Have fun with your important business?" you questioned.

"No" his reply was short and simple, pushing himself off the wall, he crossed his arms. "How long have you been in there?" he asked, looking at your glistening body. You had your boiler suit hanging around your waist, white tank top almost drenched in sweat.

You shrugged, "couple hours with Shachi and Penguin, they begged me to work out with them while they slacked off" you chuckled, not at all worried that you had just thrown the two men under the bus. Law would've figured out sooner or later, and the most they'd do was complain that you were a traitor for a few hours.

Law hummed, uncrossing his arms, he walked past you, placing his hand on the door handle. You took this a sign to leave, knowing he'd have a talk with the two about not doing their job. "Well, I'll catch ya later cap, I'm going to go clean myself off" you waved, watching as he vanished into the room.

You heard the screams of the two men, high pitched and girl-like you couldn't help but snicker.

The walk to the shower room was uncomfortable, your balls were pretty much sticking to your thighs and the feeling of being drenched was overall disgusting. You sometimes wished you had your own private bathroom like Law, the thought of being able to take showers alone and privately sounded like bliss.

Not that showering with other men was a problem, you just preferred the peacefulness of not hearing them make fun of their dick sizes or how hairy their ass cracks were. It wasn't a competition.

Making it to the shower room, you didn't hear any running water or obnoxious laughter.

Lucky you.

Pulling off your sweat stained clothes, you shivered at the sudden cold. No matter how warm it was in the Polar Tang, it was always unbearably cold in the shower room. Throwing your clothes off to the side, you wrinkled your nose at the smell. A good few hours worth of sweat buildup was never going to smell great.

The sound of the door shutting and locking behind you startled you, turning to see who it was, you were met with Law undressing. You watched him with a raised eyebrow, unsure of why he was here or why he was using the shower room. He never came in here, having his own personal bathing quarters he didn't need to.

Watching him remove the last of his clothing, you sucked in a breath, you had never seen the man fully naked before. Each time he had you in his room, he never removed all of his clothes, opting to keep his pants on while he used you. Feeling embarrassed you turned around and reached for on of the towels to cover yourself with.

Law reached out and snatched your wrist, twisting you around to face him he shoved you against the wall. "Don't make a noise, understand?" Law growled, watching your face contort from surprise to confusion, "Law, wait, I'm all sweaty, I should at least-" Law grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing your head to the side.

Pressing his body against you to keep you still, Law pressed his nose into your neck and inhaled your scent. Eyes rolling to the back of his head his lids fluttered closed, he couldn't help himself, you smelled divine. Your scent was musky, with a hint of your usual body wash, it filled his nostrils to the point where he could taste it. Fuck.

Sealing his lips against your collarbone, he suckled at the damp flesh, moaning as he tasted your salty skin. Pushing his body against yours, he could feel your hardened cock prodding against his abdomen.

"Keep quiet, you make a noise and I'll stop" Law dropped to his knees, sitting on the back of his heels he grabbed your cock in a tight grip. Whimpering, you watched him with lidded eyes, trying to keep your breathing under control.

Licking a long strip up your shaft, you sucked in a breath, trying your best to not make a noise. Law wasted no time wrapping his lips around your cock, enjoying the salty taste and dank smell. It was perfect.

Law sucked you off with eagerness, watching as you struggled to keep silent. Your hips bucked forward against him as he worked his tongue over your tip. Grabbing your hips, Law took you in all the way, his nose pressing against the base of your abdomen.

A pathetic moan was ripped from your throat, but law refused to stop regardless of what he said earlier. Nestling his nose against your pubic hair, he inhaled deeply.

Fuck, he didn't understand why you smelt so good, why any of your dank, musky scent smelt so enticing.

Too entranced in his own thoughts, Law paid no attention to your whining gasps, or the way you whimpered about being close. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you gave up trying to keep yourself composed.

Bringing your hips back, you rammed your cock back down his throat, paying no mind to the glare he was giving you. Fucking into his face brought you even closer to the edge, leaning forwards you groaned out, shoving Laws head against your pelvis while you shot cum into the back of his throat.

Gagging, Law dug his nails into your thighs as he tried to push himself away, feeling your hands finally release his head, he pulled away, Coughing and retching, he took a moment to regain control of his gag reflex, hearing your heavy, breathless gasps as you slumped against the shower wall.

"I'm sorry" you looked down at Law, watching his body tremble from nearly vomiting. He turned to look at you, a scowl on his face. "Take your fucking shower, then get your ass to my room" he growled, getting up from his spot.

Watching him get dressed and leave, you sighed.

This shower would bring no peace after all.

#trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece law #x reader

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clubdionysus · 3 months

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[BAD DECISION #41] Locked Doors

warnings: jungkook is literally so cayewwwt, shower sex, creampie <3, talks of a 'label', avoidance of said 'label', THE JILYMPICS!!! fun time with friends!!! wahooo!! i forgot how much I luv these chapters, shameless flirting!! lots of inspo from run bts :) so nice! so fun! until the red witch returns.... mwhahahahaha

wc: 11.5K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Go on. Admit it. You hate the turtles."

"Gguk," you say flatly, giving him a look that just screams 'really?'

"We're right by the sea," he reminds you, as if you ever forgot. Nods towards the door of the house you're currently inside - the same one you're sleeping in - and reciprocates your look. "Go on out there and tell the sea creatures you're a heartless wench who doesn't care for them."

Rolling your eyes, the smirk on your lips is well hidden. The salt air has dried your skin out, and the lines by your eyes as you smile feel a little tighter than usual - but Jeongguk is just the same, dark hair crisping as it dries off.

You'd all been playing a game of chicken down by the shore, seeing who could run away from the largest waves, when Nabi and Jimin had declared that everybody needed to go inside.

"We're setting up for this afternoon's activity," Jimin had explained. "No sneak peeks."

And thus you'd all been banished to your bedrooms.

At the time, still a little too close to the sea, Jeongguk had been protesting the demand when the largest wave of the entire game came crashing in. Had knocked out his knees from behind - and thus, he's now dripping wet in the communal area of the house you're staying in.

The dark material of his shirt drapes over his strong torso like he's made of marble; a statue comparable to those of Ancient Greece. He really is just something else. You've never known a man like him.

And yet it's those big brown puppy dog eyes that get your tummy doing silly little somersaults.

When you were a kid, and you didn't understand how the body worked, and still thought your lungs were balloons inside ribs, you used to think that little miniature men were responsible for all bodily functions ever.

If anyone were to ask, you'd probably describe it as a game of lemmings going on inside you. The men were teeny tiny. Always wore hard hats. Had little radios that connected to a man in the brain who sat at a desk and watched everything happen.

Retrospectively, even with limited knowledge of science, you're not sure how child-you ever thought that was possible. How could tiny men fill up your tear ducts whenever you cried? Surely you'd feel them? And where would they get the tiny plastic jugs from? Logic evaded you, clearly.

Still, you can picture your band of tiny men, in rust-coloured boiler suits and yellow hard hats using your stomach as a circus tent, now. They'd trapeze from side to side. Maybe there'd even be a tiny elephant in there, doing tricks with a ball.

You push the silly thoughts of silly tiny men out of your head - only to be confronted with an equally silly man in front of you. Sexy, yes, but silly.

"You can go tell them for me," you insist, just playfully as he had suggested the thing you're arguing against. "You're already wet. Makes sense."

"No, what makes sense is us getting a shower together-"

"Oh my God," you laugh. He's determined. You'll give him that much. "Give it a rest you needy little prick."

"So you DO hate the turtles," he shakes his head. Scoffs. Looks terribly disappointed in you. All you wanna do is kiss his stupid, pretty - no, you remind yourself. Pull it together. "And here I was thinking you were a good person, B. More fool me."

It's just that his feigned disappointment is kinda cute; all pouty and pensive. There's something about a whiney Jeongguk that really does make you a little weak at the knees - but you're creating a little distance.

Or at least, you're trying to.

Quite literally - you're standing by the foot of the stairs, while he's over by the sofa. Are far too aware that if you were any closer, you'd just say fuck it. Would get him undressed right there and then, and probably get far dirtier than you are now. Would earn that shower he's so desperate to have with you.

Every single time he's touched you throughout the day, no matter how minimal, you've found yourself wanting to hold his hand. Every smile shared, you've wished was a kiss, and every laugh exchanged has made your heart swell .

You're in trouble, and you damn well know it.

"Look," you sigh, trying to be the sensible one because apparently he's incapable. "If you join me, that easily turns it into, what? Thirty? Forty minutes? But if I'm alone, I'm done in ten."

"I can be quick," he promises without hesitation, and then pretends to be a little offended. "Hold on a second - I'm not doing this for my gain. I'm just thinking about the turtles. Don't even wanna do anything with you like that. Gross. Get your mind outta the gutter, B."

"Oh, so you just wanna be naked together, huh?" You smile, knowing he's full of absolute horse shit.

"Yeah?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Just normal bestie things."

You know he's joking, but there's a wilting sadness that comes with the prospect of Jeongguk still believing this; still thinking of you as he always has done.

Memories of how Jeongguk used to speak of Hayun ring in your ears like the clattering of metal alarm clocks that never seem to cease.

She stayed the same. I'm the one whose feelings changed. My hurt is on me.

History is repeating itself, just with Jeongguk playing a different role. He's stayed the same, this time. It's your feelings that have, stupidly, changed.

He's made for it, you think. Made to be adored. Made to make the girlies swoon. Made for you to feel far too fondly about.

You've an awareness of how this all will play out, thanks to Jeongguk's own history. Know that you've got limited time to indulge in him.

So, for better or for worse, indulge in him, you shall.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay in those clothes," you eventually concede, finally relenting.

The space between you is closed, you desire to keep a safe distance evaporating in the murky April air.

Toying with the hem of his shirt, you look up at him through your lashes. Hope you look as sultry as you feel.

It's so stupid. You shouldn't care so much. It's just Jeongguk.

But that's exactly the problem.

It's Jeongguk .

Oh, God, it's Jeongguk and that pretty smile, and those sweet little teeth. It's Jeongguk and the angled tip of his nose and the narrowing of his eyes as he looks down at you; no longer a doe but a dragon. It's Jeongguk, and the scent of his aftershave and warmth of his skin that always makes you feel so at home.

It's Jeongguk. Has been since that very first Dionysus night when he asked you what you liked, and all you could think about was him. Superficial, dumb shit. His tattoos, his lip ring - but also his kindness. His astute determination to make sure people who needed water got water, and how willing he was to find you a drink you liked.

You've been withholding evidence, it would seem. The crime? How Jeon Jeongguk stole your heart in an elaborate heist, so intricate you didn't even realise it was happening.

The alarm bells are ringing, now though. You're without a heart, and yet you've never felt more alive.

His dark eyes are downcast towards you; sin written all those pretty features you like so much.

"So take them off," he husks, leaning down to nudge his nose against yours. The proximity of your lips makes it hard to resist him. "Get me naked, B."

And so you simply don't resist.

You press your lips up against his, and sink into his touch; how he pulls your waist closer into his chest, how broad his shoulders are beneath your elbows as your arms link behind his head, how softly he envelops your lips with his own.

It's soft. Gentle. A kiss to declare how much you've missed him, even if it's less than twelve hours since the last time you were caught up in such an embrace.

Sometimes in life, kisses linger far longer in your soul than they do on your body.

They become your first thought when you think of fairy tales, and the people you share them with are forever immortalised as something far greater than who they actually are.

One day, when leaves have fallen and rebloomed a dozen times over, you won't be able to feel these kisses anymore - but you'll feel something . An ever-present ghost that you can never rid yourself of. Doesn't matter how many kisses come afterwards; none will ever compare.

You don't realise it yet, but this is your forever kiss.

It's the one that will stain you red in the colour of Jeon Jeongguk's affection for you. Even if one day he forgets how delicately he touched you, how feathery light his lips were and how serene your smile was, you won't. It'll replay in your mind, and whenever you realise you're thinking about it again, you'll press your lips together, as if that's any substitute.

Other lovers will no doubt kiss you later in life. Come the time, it'll be nice. Welcome, even. But it'll never be the same.

This realisation will come far too late, and it will be devastating.

Will stop you from believing in the concept of love all over again. Will make you resent your younger self for embarking on these bad decisions with a boy you were never supposed to fall for.

Jeon Jeongguk is forever, but he's also not for you.

But you're young, and you're dumb, and bad decisions just taste so good when they're on the tip of his tongue.

"About that shower?" he mumbles into your lips.

"Shut up," you mumble right back.

Yet not even two minutes later, you're in the same position, water running, clothes stripped, bathroom door locked.

"I stand corrected," he husks, lips trailing down your neck.

"Hmm?"

"About the turtles," he smirks. Pulls away to look at you, and brushes strands of sopping wet hair off your face. Holds your jaw and he presses a dainty kiss against your lips. "You do love the turtles."

Turtles? Meh. You're indifferent.

Jeongguk? Yeah... That's the kicker.

"Shut up," you whine into his lips as they press down once more. His hands roam all over your body, reacquainting themselves with the way you feel; wet, warm, and his to hold.

There's an unbridled familiarity to the way Jeongguk touches you, certain permissions never asked because they're always a given yes. He turns you around, but leans over your shoulder to make sure he can still kiss you.

Cock hard, he taps the outer side of your thigh. Instinctively, you raise up to your tiptoes. Seem to just understand what he wants; what he needs. Squeezing at your ass, Jungook lets himself rub up against you. Feels so nice, the way you use one another for nothing more than a little selfish, mindless indulgence. There's no expectation of reciprocation, and yet it's always a given.

"Keep your legs together," he husks against your shoulder, a hand on your waist and he grips the base of his cock. Presses the tip just beneath the curve of your ass where your legs meet; a teeny tiny triangle of space just beneath your pussy his to fill. Lets out a laboured breath as he pushes into the tight space. His lips kiss the curve of your neck, and he's quiet, when he begs, "Can I fuck you like this? Please?"

You don't verbalise a response. Just nod. Push your ass back a little, forearms and palms flat against the tiles, creating a barrier for your head to lean upon.

It's not really fucking. At least, you're not getting fucked - but the friction of his cock as it slides in the snug space your body accommodates for him is so nice. So simple and yet so good.

Waist being held by one of his large hands, the other comes to rest at the base of your neck. Water still pitter-patters around you, wetting your skin, making your hair stick to your body. The way your pussy leaks for him as the tip of his cock brushes up against your clit provides him with a far better lube than the water he'd been relying on.

"Fuck, B," he grunts as his hips thrust into a rhythm akin to the beat of your heart. "This body..." he squeezes your waist. " Your body. Fuck. Feels so fucking good."

For reasons you can't quite decipher, you downplay his compliments. Tease a little, and say, "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."

Jeongguk knows you're joking. Is familiar with the turn of phrase. Has heard you use it before.

But he's not an idiot.

Well, no, often he is an idiot - but when it comes to his sensitivity of you, and specifically your relationship with shower sex, he knows better than to joke along with you. There are scars left by Seokjin and even though they're pale in comparison to how raw they were when you first showered with Jeongguk, he knows how hard you've worked to heal.

And so he slows. Keeps himself snug in the warmth of you, but stays still. Presses a delicate kiss to your neck. Shakes his head. Finds your lips. Is delicate once more as he kisses you tenderly.

"No one makes me feel like you do," he promises against your lips.

Hands slinking around you, he pulls you in for a hug. Arms tight, he needs you to know that his words are true.

Jeongguk is smooth as he manoeuvres you around to face him once more. Back pressed to the tiles, steam billowing around the room, his hands cup your jaw, positioning you perfectly for your lips to meet his - and when they do, it's clear that the way you orbit one another is reaching the point of no return.

It's only a matter of time until you crash. Collide. Combust.

Still, he's in total control. Your body kind of just becomes his; eyes wide whenever he pulls away, begging for him to return.

And he will - but first, he needs to be honest. Needs you to hear his truth, 'cause he's scared of the consequences that could occur due to an absence of it.

"I love it here," he starts, then realises he's too vague. Doesn't care that his cock is embarrassingly hard, or that he can't quite get a read behind your sparkly eyes. He looks down briefly, only for a moment or so. Shakes his head. Raises his head to meet your gaze. "Not here," he corrects. Continues, "I mean - here, yeah, right now - but not here specifically. I just... When I'm with you like this, the rest of it all just sorta disappears. Shit with the bank, with life..."

His lips find yours, pressing down tightly to match the closing of his eyes. In his head, the voices berate him. Tell him to stop being a fucking baby. To man up. To say what he really thinks.

But Jeon Jeongguk is, for the first time in a very long time, scared in your presence.

Scared he could fuck it. Scared he could say the wrong thing. Scared he could say the right thing, and fuck it up regardless.

"You help me forget," he whispers in between his needy, nonsensical physical affirmations of how much he enjoys being with you.

Life is good, though, you think. He shouldn't need to forget it.

And so you ask.

"What's there to forget, huh?" You say softly, lips brushing against his, noses nudging in that delicate way they so often do.

It's a good question.

Suddenly, Jeongguk doesn't really want to be honest any more. Doesn't want to admit to the part where he forgets you're not together. Where he forgets this started as a means to an end, and that it seems as if the end is drawing near. Where he forgets that you're not his, and he's not yours.

When it's just the two of you, it's so easy to pretend; to cosplay as lovers. Do all the things that lovers do, so that one day, you'll be able to do it easily with someone else.

But Jeongguk has tried.

He felt the rush of butterflies with Jiyeong; that superficial sorta infatuation that flutters around your stomach, but fails to reach your bloodstream. It never impacted his heart. Never made his muscles ache.

Not like you do.

And he knows why - again, he's not a total idiot.

It's 'cause you're friends.

There are layers here, à la Shrek and onions. You're already in his bloodstream. He already cares for you in a way that goes beyond that of a crush.

It just so happens that he wants to bone you, like, twenty-four-seven. Has never been so horny. Thinks he might die, like, once a day. Maybe more. He's not too sure.

The combination of his care and complete lack of self-control?

He knows that it's rare.

Knows that it isn't typical.

Even with Hayun, it wasn't like this.

There was a time when Jeongguk could say he loved her. Completely, and honestly, adored her for a fraction of his lifetime. And yet...

It wasn't like this.

Nudging his nose against yours, he goes against his better judgement.

The thing that you make him forget?

"That it's not as good as this in real life," he whispers. "You make me forget it's never this good. I don't... This shit ain't normal, B."

You're a fallacy; an illusion of what life could be like. A fantasy. That beautiful 'what if' Jeongguk used to think of you as in the shitty lighting of Dionysus, your disco ball eyes twinkling as you'd tease him by the bar.

But your glitter is on your cheeks now, fixed at zero even as rivulets of water trickle down your skin like tears. There's still a sparkle in your eye, but it's just because you're reflecting your star boy back at himself.

"What do you mean?" you ask, certain that you don't actually want the answer.

Jeongguk leans across to the taps. Shuts off the shower.

"Turtles," he says of his actions. Bites on his lip, contemplation lacing his brows together. His ring does the thing. You wish he was still kissing you. "I mean... I just... Well, this is different, isn't it? The thing we've got going on. The friendship. The fucking. It's better."

You shake your head. Know that you've been confused over things recently. Perhaps he is, too.

"It's the lack of romance. All the fun without the expectations. It is different... but it's not better."

"You've had better?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"Well, no," you admit. "But nothing feels the same as being loved."

"Oh, fuck that," he laughs. Know that somewhere in that pretty head of yours, memories of Seokjin are floating around. Is shameless, and most definitely too horny for his own good when he says, "I can fuck you like I love you."

"No, you can't," you laugh, as if the heart that's no longer in your chest isn't being put through a paper shredder. "You can't fake it. You just know when the other person loves you."

Like I love you. So desperately sad. Like he loves you. Like.

"Do you?" He implores.

The question is posed as a generalisation. You take it as such, and ignore the way your brain wonders if it was meant to be slightly more pointed.

Do you know when someone loves you ?

"What I know, Jeongguk, is that you don't need love to have fun."

"And you'd rather that? Fun over love?"

"I'd rather you shut up and fuck me," you tease, because you'll lose your mind if he doesn't stop sending you such conflicting messages. "So yeah, I'll take fun over love."

No, Jeongguk thinks. No, you won't. Not if you're fucking me.

Glancing over to the clock on the back wall, you make a note of the time. "Got twenty minutes, Gguk. We need to get ready - but fun can be fast. Love can't be."

Oh, on the contrary.

Love can be both of those things.

Jeongguk proves it not even four minutes later; your legs wrapped around him, back pressed to tiles, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your clit as your pussy throbs around his cock.

"God, you're so beautiful," he husks into your mouth, kisses messy, tongue teasing. "So god damn gorgeous when you cum on my cock, aren't you, B?"

And you know it shouldn't, but it makes you laugh. Gets you all giggly. Mutterings of "shut up" are spliced with teeny tiny kisses and reciprocated giggles from Jeongguk. Little sing-songs of "pretty, pretty baby," and "you're so happy when I fuck you - it's so cute, " and the occasional laboured grunt, moan, curse - but always an eternal, endless, ethereal smile on Jeongguk's dreamy lips.

There's no clear, linear pathway that leads you to your bedroom. You know you don't walk, so Jeongguk must have carried you, but it's all such a mess. Him, you. Bodies, connected. Your existences bleed into one another. Too busy sustaining each other to realise that you're still wounded.

The way his cock slides into you when you're finally on your bed, retracting with every strenuous grind of his hips against yours, is nothing short of euphoric. Trapped beneath the weight of his body, you're a prisoner of your own feelings, but he's the one keeping guard. How could you not adore him? How could you want anything other than this? How could this ever be just friends?

Legs spread nice and wide for him, there's an ache in your bones that doesn't even come close to the ache in your chest.

Mindless as he hooks one of your legs over his elbow, Jeongguk's lips are barely kissing yours. Just sharing your oxygen; breathing in your moans.

"I'm there," he husks, and is met with a nod.

"Inside," is all you can manage to say. Wrap the leg that he's not supporting around his back. Hold him close. Get him smirking.

"B-" he whines, knowing he shouldn't - not like he makes any effort to pull away. He's as desperate for this as you are.

"Please."

Jeongguk fucks you until he physically can't. Until you physically can't take it anymore; until you both, emotionally, can't bear it any longer. Finishes inside you, 'cause it's what you want, and he wants to be the one who fulfils your desires.

Body heavy on top of yours, Jeongguk stays buried inside you, the clammy skin you're both sporting makes the shower you shared redundant. He doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to lose this. Lose you.

His lips press a firm kiss beneath the curve of your jaw, his fingers coming to lace with yours. Closer, and closer still.

If he doesn't separate himself from you, he's gonna say something he'll regret. Is already internally fighting against the words forming in his throat that he's refusing to speak. Stupid shit. Declarations. Affirmations. Confessions.

One of your hands strokes down his back, the other still holding on to his hand. It's a simple intimacy. One that you don't fear; but instead, you fear losing.

Jeongguk pulls back a little, to get a read on your face. Steals a kiss, 'cause he just can't help himself, then steals half a dozen more. Says, "You gotta stop seducing me, Byeol."

"Oh, fuck off," you laugh. "This time was all on you."

He shakes his head. Lets his nose nudge up against yours. Is so effortlessly serene. "All on you, Byeol."

Rolling your eyes, you nudge him to encourage his body off of yours. He begrudgingly obliges. Flops onto the empty space beside you.

"Leaving already?" he whines, eyes on your body as you get to your feet. Is shameless, cupping his still-firm cock as if the sight of you alone is enough to get him hard again.

"Need to pee," you say without much thought, reaching over to the chair for a shirt to cover your modesty.

It's hard to pinpoint the specific moment you became this comfortable with Jeongguk. Typically you're discreet about matters such as this - blame Seokjin - but there's no need for subtleties when it comes to Jeongguk.

"Can I come?"

"No?"

"Please."

"Go get dressed," you offer a different suggestion, 'cause why the fuck he'd wanna come with you, you've no idea.

It's not like he wants to actively watch you pee - though he wouldn't be opposed - it's just that he wants you close. The more he thinks about it though, the more he kinda does wanna watch. It's taboo. A little erotic. There's very little that won't get him hard, and when you're added into the mix? Guaranteed boner.

Lost in his thoughts, he lets you go. Trundles downstairs, and cleans himself off in the small sink in the downstairs loo. Runs a little water through his hair to try and rid himself of the cowlick that dried into his hair - but it'll be fruitless without a re-wash.

Giving up, he resigns himself to laughable hair for the rest of the day. Doesn't really mind, 'cause he likes it when he makes his friends laugh.

Hands resting on the basin, Jeongguks rolls his shoulders back. Looks down into the empty porcelain basin and shakes his head. "Pull yourself together, man."

He flicks on the tap again and gathers a little water in his hands to pat on his cheeks. They're flushed with colour, his lips still rosy from the friction of a million kisses against yours. Tongue toying with his lip ring, Jungook just observes himself.

Unrecognisable, is the man in front of him. The perception he has of himself when you're together doesn't align with who he actually is.

There's an innocence to the way Jeongguk sees himself whenever he's with you. He forgets the tattoos. Forgets the muscles. Forgets the lip ring, and the hair. The jawline. Forgets it all.

When he's with you, Jeongguk is the baseline version of himself; a star in its purest form.

"Why are you still naked?" You question with a raised brow, fully dressed, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He didn't realise how long he'd been contemplating the conundrum of you. "And why is the door wide open?"

You're in yoga pants and - for once - one of your own shirts. It's form-fitting but still a little baggy, a simple wide-V neckline plunging a little too deep for his sanity. Glitter sparkles in the inner corner of your eyes, but it's subtle. Still lovely, he thinks.

"Hm?" He chirps, bathroom door wide open. Expansive eyes large as the glance over to you, it's clear you've caught him mid-thought-tangent.

You glance over your shoulder to the entryway, then back to him. "You're lucky no one came in, you little exhibitionist. Get dressed. It's nearly time."

Jeongguk could get dressed. He will get dressed.

But first he walks to meet you.

Cups your jaw.

Kisses you, 'cause it half feels like he might die if he doesn't.

Hands on his bare waist, you reciprocate his advances despite the surprise. Lean into his touch, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Figure he's just still riding the post-fuck high. Adore the way it feels to be wanted by him.

"You're too hot," he whines when he finishes kissing you - but keeps his forehead resting against yours. Wants to stay close. "Everyone's gonna want you."

"So?" you laugh, thinking that he's absolutely ridiculous. "They can have me."

"No," he strops in full disagreement. "They can't"

"No?"

"No, B."

"That's very selfish of you," you smile against his lips.

And all he does is nod. It is selfish -but he's always been honest with you about the fact he's terrible at sharing. Simply doesn't want to do it.

There was a brief reality when sharing was his only option. Seojoon, and his stupid long legs and his dumb, perfectly styled hair. A formidable opponent, but one that Jeongguk is glad to no longer have,

It's uncomfortable to think about; a reality in which he'd lose you to another person.

It haunts him; how your silky scrunchies would look around the taps of someone else's sink. Your clothes strewn across the back of a chair he doesn't know. Watermarks left on someone else's tiles thanks to showers had by you. It's the mundane shit that Jeongguk finds he doesn't want to share the most.

And yet when he looks at you like this, he can't bring himself to say it.

Finds it embarrassing, the way his chest aches when he's thinking about your shoes in a pile by doors he's never seen before. The laundry detergent you like on someone else's shelf. Your used dishes in the sink, yet to be done because you're too busy lazing around with a nameless lover. Flecks of glitter on pillowcases that aren't yet dented with the shape of your head.

Not like Jeongguks are.

There are traces of you all around his apartment. You've not visited in a little while, but if you were to go there. this instant, you'd feel right at home.

A spare jacket of yours is hung up by their front door.

It's your half-drunk peach Chilsung in the fridge next to an iced coffee Jimin forgot to drink. The blanket on their sofa is one you brought round for a movie night and left there because Jeongguk kept going on about how soft it was. It's your tits up on the wall, but no one else really knows that except for you and Jeongguk.

It's in his bedroom though, where a sanctuary has truly been formed. A constellation of you is mapped out; glitter, underwear, sticky notes, birds. Polaroid pictures and photobooth strips. Tickets and receipts. Mementoes capturing a fraction of time that Jeongguk hopes to never lose.

"Okay," you encourage him a little further. "Well if I don't want to share you, and you don't want to share me... what do you suggest we do about it?"

This isn't a romantic declaration. It's not some admission of feelings, or anything like that. Is simply just the establishment of a boundary. A hard one, at that.

"Logic would suggest that we don't share," Jeongguk adds, all very unhelpfully.

He's being a wimp.

You want him to be the one to say it. Want him to take the leap of faith.

But the fear prevails. Gets in his head. Tells him not to be stupid.

And so it's up to you to tell him, "I think it makes sense... Yanno? Like, I don't want anything to change. I'm not like, saying we're anything more than friends, but... the hooking up. It should be exclusive, shouldn't it?"

The conversation has been had before - no hooking up with other people while you're actively hooking up - but this is different. Looking for other hook-ups has never been off the cards. Not really. You've had free will. You still do.

You'll just continue to keep on choosing Jeongguk, as long as he keeps choosing you.

He nods. Agrees.

"I think you're right."

"Okay... so...?" You say a little awkwardly. There's no declaration of anything, no confessions, no secrets shared. If anything, you're probably a little more confused than you were before.

"So..." he reciprocates your awkwardness. "Is there, like, a label, now? What is this, B?"

"You tell me," you shrug, shy in the way you want him to say good riddance to his fears. There's no rejection here. He's safe.

Jeongguk closes his eyes. Smiles.

"Well, I'm naked." He looks at you once more. "And I really need to get dressed, so maybe I should do that first."

"Your avoidance is obvious."

"I'm not avoiding anything," he says, hands on your waist as he gets you walking backwards, leading you into his room so he can get changed. You plonk yourself on his bed, flopping back into the duvet. The ceiling of his room is white, and oh-so-awfully plain. Above it is your room; somewhere you'd quite like to be with him once more, but he's too busy rummaging in his bag for clothes to wear.

So taken by your own thoughts, you barely register Jeongguk as taps your knees, body responding to him so naturally that your legs sort of just spread. Let him climb onto the bed with you, now half-dressed, the shirt he's going to wear still in his hand. Pinned down by his body weight, you smile as you welcome his return.

"Hi," you whisper, his lips sinking into yours instead of saying hello back.

Lips soft, he's got no intention of taking this any further than just the simplicity of what it is - even if you do deliberately catch his bottom lip between your teeth and gently tug on it as he pulls away.

Smiling as he sits, ass on his heels, your legs over his thighs, which are far too exposed in the pair of shorts he's wearing, Jeongguk just shrugs. Reaches up to squeeze your tits, just cause he can. Smirks. Says, "I think we're fuck buddies, but like... exclusive fuck buddies."

You're both dancing around what you really are, but it's something at least. Something better than the nothing you've been trying to cosplay as.

"It's too vulgar," you tell him.

"Well, it's what it is," he argues back, still toying with your tits, seemingly distracted, as he says, "Get them out."

"No," you laugh, which makes him pout. You know better. Know that you'll just end up needing another shower again if you get your tits out. "If we're gonna label this shit, we're gonna label it nicely."

"Why?" he teases, sinking down to press against your throat, his grip on your body strong as his hips pulse ever so gently. He knows what he's doing. Idiot. "We're not a spice rack. Who cares about the label?"

"Me," you tell him, without much thought. Had never realised you did care so much. The situation is confusing, though, and at least if you have a little label on it, you can store it away inside your brain and neglect any attention that should go its way, instead of letting it ravage your brain. "I care. I wanna know where I stand with you."

"Well, currently, you're laying down, B," he deadpans.

"Gguk."

"Byeol."

"Stop," you giggle, as his lips continue to press pretty kisses up your throat, tongue licking, breath hot. "Give me an answer."

He whines. "You're so difficult."

You laugh. "So are you!"

Jeongguk pulls back. Hands either side of your head to support himself, the chain around his neck tickles at your chin, much like the look in his eyes tickles at your heart.

"You're my best friend," he tells you. Steals a kiss. "And I've no interest in finding another bestie."

"And?" You press.

"And I've no interest in fucking anyone else," he stresses. "B, we're going round in circles-"

The light-hearted debate is cut short by the loud announcement of Jimin entering the house.

"Where are you fuckers? Gguk, wherever you are, put your cock away," he yells, yet still waltzes right on into Jeongguk's room without a care in the world.

Thankfully, the commotion had caused you both to tear yourself away from one another. Jeongguk is pulling his shirt over his head, while you sit all rather pleasantly by the pillows of the bed.

"Oh thank God," Jimin sighs, hand on heart as he enters the room. Flops down onto the bed, much in the same fashion you had not even 5 minutes earlier. "Thought I was gonna walk in on something."

Jeongguk throws a pair of socks in his face. "Then don't walk in without knocking?"

"Or," Jimin argues. "Alternatively, don't fuck each other."

You go to protest. Classic star-lover-style denial.

It's a funny thing, what a non-label label can do to a boy, though. He might not be on a spice rack, no - but nor are you. And he'd like Jimin not to think of you as if you are.

"Stop thinking about us fucking. If a door is closed, it's none of your business what's going on behind it."

Jimin sucks in a little breath through his pouty lips. "You're getting close. Still not a confession, but I'll take it."

Of course, Jimin knows the truth. He's spoken directly with Jeongguk about it on a number of occasions. The fact you two hook-up is an open secret between him and his housemate. It just frustrates Jimin, 'cause he thinks you're both self-sabotaging by not committing to it. Will scream for days if he has to deal with another Hayun-style trauma for Jeongguk.

"Anyways, chop-chop. We've finished setting up," Jimin beams. Waltzes out of the room, expecting you to follow - which you do. "It's time for the Jilympics!"

When you arrive at the front lawn, the first thing Nabi asks is, "Did he call it the Jilympics again? Dude! This joint effort!"

"It's not my fault my name works better than yours."

Shaking her head, she whispers beneath her breath to you, "Yeah and it won't be my fault when I slip and accidentally push him into the sea later."

"I know it won't be your fault, but can you give me a little prior warning?" You joke back. "So I can make sure I'm watching."

"Deal."

There's been a certain ambiguity to the plans of Nabi and Jimin, who now stand before you all with subtle smiles that they're trying not to let shine.

Gathered on the lawn, they've admittedly been deliberately ambiguous about their activity - but Jimin just can't help himself, and it doesn't take a genius to work out 'Jilympics' combined with their request for you to wear something sporty means that some sort of adventure awaits you.

Standing behind you, Jeongguk uses the obscured view of his body to his advantage. Spends the entire time you're waiting for Jimin and Nabi to start their introduction lightly tapping your ass. Right hand, left hand. One, two. One, two. Pat, pat. Sure, his body is swaying a little bit, but no one is really paying it any notice. Is typical of him. Nothing that'll make them glance twice in his direction.

But why should you care even if they do?

There's an air of excitement that surrounds you both. Keeps you trapped like a steel-bolted bubble. Uncharted territory is being walked across, and Jeongguk is holding your hand every step of the way - metaphorically, that is. Right now he's holding your ass. Just bestie things.

Seoyeon stands to the side of Nabi, while Yoongi mirrors her beside Jimin. They're exchanging confused glances not only with each other, but the entire party. Very little information has actually been given about the afternoon's activity, just that the Bride and Groom must pick teams.

A coin is flipped, and Seoyeon - who chose tails - is disappointed to see heads face up on the top of Jimin's hand.

Without hesitation, Yoongi instantly barks, "Jeongguk!"

"Hey!" Seoyeon whines, and you understand exactly why.

After all, you'd both been present during laser tag. Whichever team Jeongguk is on is guaranteed to win. It's just science.

"Fine," Seoyeon narrows her eyes at her beloved as Jeongguk comes to stand beside him. They greet one another with choruses of dumb, chad-like 'hey bro', 'lets go, bro,' and it only fuels Seoyeon's need to beat them.

And for reasons you can't quite understand, she picks you .

"Oh, I see how it is," Yoongi grins as you join your team captain, giggly and girly in your greeting just to take the piss out of the boys.

You're glad Yoongi can see how it is - 'cause you're really none the wiser. When it comes to sports, you leave something to be desired. It's no secret. You're well aware. So is Jeongguk.

"Namjoon," Yoongi calls next, only serving to strengthen his team. He's got the two strongest players, and Seoyeon really should have gotten Namjoon instead of you.

So it only comes as yet another surprise when she picks Hoseok .

You love him to death but - again - you've seen him play laser tag. No one in their right mind would pick him for a battle of survival. A mood maker? Respite from stress? Dance battle champ? Sure. You'd pick him for all of the above.

But as a contender in the Jilympics?! Surely not.

Even Hoseok is a little confused, glancing over to Taehyung and Danbi, then pointing to himself as if to say, "Me?"

In a shock twist, Yoongi then chooses Danbi - but you know he's smart. Know that he knows she does pole, and is far stronger than she appears.

It leaves Seoyeon with Taehyung to complete her ragtag team, and honestly, you're not holding out much hope for success.

Teams decided, the beans are spilt regarding the events of the afternoon. It's a competition of three games, where agility, determination, and smarts are needed in equal measure.

Still, you don't hold out much hope for your team.

The first game is a 'simple' assault course. A circle track going around the entire lawn, it's littered with furniture - makeshift hurdles, slalom poles, a sprinkler attachment on the end of the garden hose, and so much more. Too much. You wouldn't be surprised if the homeowners gave you an additional charge for property disruption, 'cause there's no way in hell they'll remember to return everything back to its rightful place.

Danbi and Taehyung go first. The most equally yet matched, that's for sure.

You think she'll have the edge - walks dogs for a living, so this will quite literally be like a walk in the park for her.

And it is - until Taehyung proves exactly why agility, determination and smarts are needed in equal measure.

He gets halfway through, just inches behind her, then says '"hey, wait, wait - Babe. Hold on." Acts all concerned. Gets Danbi worried. Pulls her to a stop, checking for the issue - only to be met with a 'Haha! Sucker!"

Taehyung bolts for it. Kocks over a stool to block her track. Passes the finish line, while Danbi is still protesting his underhand tactics.

The independent adjudicators (Nabi and Jimin, just with hi-vis vests on) declare it to be fair game.

Danbi? Well, she declares war .

When it comes to your turn, you're inevitably against Jeongguk, but don't even bother with any underhand tactics. He's already passing the second obstacle before you've even reached the first.

You're gonna lose anyways, so you may as well have fun with it, you think - and then dart across the middle of the circuit, bypassing all of the obstacles you're supposed to come up against. You're restricted a little by your lack of sports bra, and the fact you're having to hold your tits in place, barely managing to reach the other side of the circle before Jeongguk comes hurtling around the track.

"You fucker!" He shouts with a smile as he pelts towards the finish line - only for you to reach it before he does. With momentum still in his legs, Jeongguk hooks his arm around your waist and drags you with him as he slows to a hot, sticky, sweaty stop. Can't stop laughing. "You're such a cheater."

"Smart," you correct him with a giggle as he finally eases up. "I'm such a smart girlie."

He walks you both a little further back. Keeps you close. Looks down at you with such affection you know he's secretly a little enamoured by your cunning attempt to win. He'd kiss you, if it weren't for your friends.

Back at base, your teams are respectively arguing against one another as to whether or not what you did was 'legal'.

Jimin votes no, Nabi yes.

"First warning," Jimin eventually announces. "Any more funny business from team Bride and we'll have no choice but to give penalties."

The thing is, you all know you're gonna lose anyway - so fuck it. What's the worst that could happen? You'll lose a little harder? Boohoo.

It's actually far fairer between Namjoon and Hoseok. Of course, Namjoon wins, but Hoseok came really fuckin' close. Almost had it. Swears down if he were to do it again, he'd win.

But time is up, and the second game commences: Red light, green light,

The boys all insist on dying the most dramatic of deaths à la Squid Games whenever they're caught out, flailing to the floor, rolling and wailing.

In a last-ditch attempt to make you lose, Jeongguk deliberately gets himself knocked out in the process of tripping you up. It's the only death he doesn't play up, 'cause he's too laughing at you - and then subsequently running away from you when you decide that his in-game death is simply not enough.

Nabi and Jimin are withholding the scores - in all honesty, you think they're probably just gonna pull a winner out of their asses. For the moment, though, it's neck and neck.

"Welcome to the third and final round of the Olympics," Jimin declares, knowing that the task at hand has never and will never be played at any Olympic ceremony, like, ever. "The goal is simple. Dotted around the garden - from the main house right down to the beach are envelopes."

Nabi nods, holding up the small, white envelopes, before continuing. "In the envelopes are tokens. Each token is one point. There are 250 in total across 150 envelopes. Some envelopes have just one token, some have ten."

There's outcry from all of the players - shock and horror at the scope of the hunt.

"Collect the most tokens, and win," Nabi smiles with effervescent charm - only for Jimin to crush the simplicity of such a game to smithereens.

"However," he beams, oh so pleased to ruin it all. "There's a twist! Each team can exchange tokens for stickers throughout the game. Yoongi, you're red. Your team comes to me. Seoyeon, green. You go to Nabi. For every sticker you manage to stick on the rival team, you get plus ten points."

"And," Nabi smiles. "As a token of our goodwill, you'll each start with a sheet of stickers."

The 4x4 sheets are handed out, and you already know exactly who's gonna be covering you in stickers. You don't look over in his direction - but you can feel his gaze on you. It's nice. Welcome.

"They'll just take them off," Taehyung objects, convinced that the other team will need to cheat, as if it isn't full of the strongest players. If any team will be cheating, it's Seoyeon's.

"We're gonna ask that you play fairly," Nabi pleads, knowing there's no real way to stop it from happening. "You're in your twenties. You're not toddlers. Act like it."

"We're about to play a hybrid game of tag and treasure hunt," Jeongguk snorts. Finds the whole thing very amusing, and knows he's probably gonna enjoy the game more than anyone else. "Not toddlers, sureee ."

"You must have been a very advanced toddler, Jeongguk," Seoyeon teases, trash talk now a second language between the teams. You've been making little jabs at one another all afternoon, but it's been in good spirits. All part of the fun.

"I used to play tag against you in elementary school Seoyeon," Yoongi reminds her, coming to the defence of his teammate. "Try not to trip over your own feet."

"Oh that was, like, only three times," she scoffs with a smile, as if her nose doesn't have a slight bump in it still from one particularly bad fall.

Yoongi had gotten into a whole heap of trouble that day. He hadn't even done anything, he was just the first to check on her, so all the teachers thought he had done it - and because she was losing the game, she didn't correct them. Just gave a menacing smirk in Yoongi's direction when her parents came to pick her up. They didn't speak for three weeks afterwards - until Yoongi did accidentally knock someone over in the playground, and Seoyeon took the blame for him instead.

Push and pull; give and take. They've always been like this, even before they realised one day they'd be making vows; for better or for worse.

Gearing up to play, Jimin counts down from ten for extra drama. Adds a certain flair to it. Gets you rolling your eyes, and Jeongguk smirking when he catches you doing so.

As soon as he reaches zero, you're all darting in different directions. You've all seen various envelopes dotted around the place during the earlier activities, so have specific ones in mind.

There's a couple in the hedgerow by the side of the house, and you know that there's a small paved pathway running alongside the house, so after you nab the hedgerow envelopes, you beeline for the side of the house.

Already, you can see an envelope propped on the wheelbarrow. It's yours for the taking.

Or at least it was .

"Oh my GOD," you whine, as Jeongguk swoops in to steal the envelope you had been gunning for. "That was literally mine!"

"You snooze, you lose, B," he smirks - then decides he can use this to his advantage.

The pair of you are down by the side of the house.

No one else will be coming in this direction any time soon. Most of them are down by the water. Jeongguk had only come this way because, well, you were. He's like a lovesick puppy, and the pair of you are fools for not realising it - especially considering that fact it's the main topic of conversation down by the beach.

"It's good, actually that DB is over by the house," Taehyung assures Hoseok, convinced it will be their trump card for winning the game. "Will keep Jeongguk well away from us."

Ignorant to the harmless gossip, Jeongguk offers you a little challenge. He holds the envelope above his head, without even checking to see if it's got a decent amount of tokens, and smirks

"You can have it if you can reach it."

He's looking down at you, smug, eyes narrow. You know he's trying to bait you - and it's fucking working.

On your tippy toes, you hold onto his shoulder for balance and reach up. His spare hand holds your waist to further keep you balanced - or just to get you a little closer. Lowering the envelope Jeongguk keeps it just out of reach, much to your annoyance. Even when you jump a little, he raises it.

"I hate you," you promise him.

"Oh?" He grins. "So we're rivals now, huh? Some Kinda enemies to lovers type shit?"

Rolling your eyes, you lower your tippy toes and step back from him. Cross your arms over your chest.

"Who said anything about lovers?"

It's a valid question, but also one that is easily answered. He can think of a whole host of examples. Settles on the most recent.

"You did," he assures you. "Earlier. After the race. When you were practically undressing me with your eyes in front of all of our friends."

A white, baggy shirt and a pair of black shorts obscure Jeongguk's physique from prying eyes - and looks so fucking good as it does so. He expects you not to drool? Fat fuckin' chance.

Still, you'll not allow him - a man - to see weakness.

"I did no such thing."

"You did," he smirks. Bites down on his lip, and lets the ring do the thing. "Look, I'll cut you a deal, B. Kiss me and I'll give it to you."

"You're evil."

"I am a genius."

"Evil genius," you correct with a smile, and then sigh.

He's a tough bargainer. Even tougher to resist.

"You know, you were right," you eventually admit, getting a little closer. You rest your hand on his hip, and let it gravitate towards the centre of his body. Let it get dangerously close to his cock - and he allows you. Just like he lets you cup his balls, as your hand rubs slowly up and down his bulge. It's so easy to work him up. So easy. "You got me so horny earlier."

"Yeah?"

"Mhhm," you nod, once more on your tippy toes as you press a kiss into the curve of his neck. His skin is warm, despite the chill of the April air. The scent that lingers on his is that of the shower you shared together, and it makes him so hard to resist - but you must. Head in the game.

Before Jeongguk can process the fact he's being swindled, you snatch the envelope from him and dart away from the hidden spot, bolting into the open air of the garden.

Jeongguk can't follow, on account of the fact you've just given him a semi that he needs to rearrange in his underwear, which means victory is yours.

Your yell of ' loser ' echoes back to him, and has him tipping his head back, groaning up at the sky.

"Fuckin' idiot," he berates himself. Should have really seen it coming. You've been competitive as fuck all afternoon, and haven't stuck to the rules a single time.

But Jeongguk isn't the only idiot.

In one hand he'd been holding the envelope. In the other? A collection of his stickers all stuck together. Now, they're on your back. Victory is his - you just don't realise it yet.

You spend the rest of the game avoiding each other. After all, you don't want to neglect the fact you're playing with your friends. It's a bonding experience. Something of which you'll remember for years to come.

The Jilympics? A roaring success. Gold medals all around.

Once it hits the allotted time of one hour, the game is up - and the respective teams sit in little circles on the lawn counting out their tokens. Nabi and Jimin walk around to count the stickers on the players, but keep the tallies to themselves. Want to do a big reveal later.

"Shit," Danbi curses midway through the token count, shaking her hand out instinctively.

Jeongguk glances over. Notices a small bead of blood on her index finger. "Paper cut?"

Nodding, Danbi insists it's no big deal - and it really isn't. Just a small little knick. Will be fixed with a quick swipe of her tongue against it. "No biggie."

Jeongguk nods, but sees the way she continues to study the small wound just to make sure she doesn't get any blood on the papers. It continues to bother her, but she works around it. Papercuts aren't exactly foreign to her. She seems to get them weekly from the receipts she handwrites for her dog-walking business. Still, this one is a little worse than usual. The card used for the tokens is thick.

Tokens tallied, Jeongguk quickly excuses himself while the rest of his group finishes their counting. Knows he could have had more tokens, but had wasted a bunch of time flirting with you instead. Worth it , he smirks to himself, when he thinks of it.

Rummaging around in the kitchen, he swears he saw some plasters in one of the drawers when he was helping you set up for bingo the day before.

"Started the party without me, I see?" A familiar voice sweetly sounds from the entryway. Glancing up from his search, lips ajar, Jeongguk is surprised to be greeted with a familiar face.

"Yun," he stands, straightening himself out. Coughs a little. Clears his throat. "Didn't think you were getting here until tomorrow?"

"Last minute change of plans," she smiles, lips tight, a little sad in her expression - but in such a way Jeongguk knows not to ask for details.

It's a common quality of hers; a refusal to talk about what's upsetting her. Used to put Jeongguk through the wringer whenever she was upset, 'cause he could never quite figure out why. Would go insane just trying. Could never fix her problems for her, because she never shared them.

"Anyways," she holds up some thick card bags, made for carrying bottles. "Where should I put these?"

"Fridge," Jeongguk answers without missing a beat.

She's dressed casually - a pair of relaxed jeans and a small white top, with a cropped grey sweater jacket - hair up, for a change. Her lips aren't red, makeup kept to the bare minimum. Funny, Jeongguk thinks, how much she looks like the Hayun he first knew, when red was only for nights out and not her whole entire personality. It's kinda nice. Bittersweet.

"Of course," she laughs, heading around the island. More than anything, she had been asking permission to enter the space he's in. Knows that there are boundaries in place now, and isn't too sure how to navigate them. Like it or not, this is new to her. She's not gonna get it right every time, but she's not going to make a fool of herself either.

"How was the drive?" Jeongguk asks, preferring small talk over awkward silence. He's still looking for those plaster after all, and doesn't want to go back empty-handed. Especially not now.

"Got the train," she says. "Came straight from Seoul. Grabbed a taxi to the house, so it was no sweat. Pretty easy."

"Really?" Jeongguk chirps in surprise. "You should have called. One of us would have come and picked you up."

He's careful not to say that he would have picked her up - but it's slim pickings. Other than Yoongi, he's the only one who could have.

Hayun laughs, opening the fridge up, unsurprised to see it stocked full of drinks. "You forget I know what you're all like. Didn't really expect any of you to be sober enough."

Jeongguk laughs now, too. She's got a point.

"Anyway," she takes a deep breath, finding space to put her favourite wine away. "I figured you'd still be doing the Olympics. That's today's thing, right? Nabi and Jimins?"

Nodding, Jeongguk finally spots the box of plasters right at the back of the drawer. Is kinda surprised Hayun remembers the running order of the weekend. Is unsurprised that Nabi had spilled the beans to her about the event, even though Jimin had refused to even give Jeongguk a measly hint.

"Just finishing up," he confirms. "Have you seen everyone yet?"

Hayun shakes her head as she folds the wine carriers flat. "Came straight to drop my stuff off. Haven't told Seoyeon I'll be here early. I know she was disappointed with the clash so I wanted to surprise her."

The cynic in Jeongguk thinks it's very typical of Hayun, her desire to be the centre of attention at the forefront of her motivations. The hope in Jeongguk wants to believe it comes from good intentions, just as she says it does. She used to do it for him, sometimes. Would say she was out of town, only to surprise him on a night out. Always used to make his evenings just that little bit more special.

Funny, how things change.

"Well, I won't ruin the surprise," he smiles kindly, closing the drawer before heading to the door. If the rest of the weekend continues like this, he'll be happy. It's painless. A little awkward, granted, and he still doesn't exactly know how to behave around her now that he's not a pining puppy dog, but it's easier than it was. Not everything has to be a fight. The shattered fragments of what they once were can never be fixed, but the sharp edges can be sanded down. Rounded off.

"Hey, Gguk," Hayuns calls awkwardly just as he gets to the door.

He turns to face her. Chirps, as if to say, "Yes?"

Looking a little uncomfortable, it's clear she called after him before her sentences had fully formed in her head. "Look about everything-"

"It's fine," he says. Doesn't want to discuss it. There's really no point. "Things are fine, Yun. Just be nice, alright? The weekend's not about us, or whatever. Just focus on keeping things good for Seoyeon."

She wants to object - to refute the idea that she's the only one who ever plays dirty - but knows better than to do so.

Instead, she nods. "Alright. I'll see you down there."

"See you down there," JunGguk confirms. Knows he definitely could have handled that better, but didn't really want to have to handle it at all. All things considered, it went as well as it ever would have done. Hayun does, at least, seem to be on her best behaviour - and that's something, considering how testing the last couple of months have been.

He manages to push the interaction back out of his mind, but avoids looking in your direction as he returns. You're unfocused on him anyway, caught up in conversation with your team.

Tossing the plasters down onto the mat where his team had been tallying up points, Danbi is surprised to say the least.

"It's fine," she still insists, but takes the plasters regardless. Genuinely appreciates his small act of kindness. "Thank you."

Jeongguk just nods. Doesn't think he needed to be thanked. Was just general human decency, in his eyes. Would have done it for anyone.

It's not until Jeongguk takes his seat that he realises he should give you a heads up. Had been so busy stuck in his own that he failed to remember Hayun's presence affects you, too.

Ripping off a little bit of an envelope, Jeongguk crafts a small paper ball and chucks it at you. Lands just short of your knee. Tries again. Gets it in your lap this time, but you're still busy chatting.

"You really are a toddler, aren't you?" Yoongi grins with a perplexed expression on his face. Doesn't realise what's going on - and won't realise. Not until it's too late. Not until Hayun is walking down from the house, and Seoyeon is excitedly running up to meet her. Engulfing her in a warm hug, Seoyeon is so pleased to see her. Yoongi? Less so.

And you?

Jeongguk can't tell. You're not facing him. Or anyone, really. Your eyes are out towards the sea, watching the waves as they roll and rippled into shore.

This weekend is not about you. This weekend is not about you. This weekend is not about you.

It's about Seoyeon, and Yoongi.

Hayun is one of her oldest friends. Of course, she should be here. If anyone shouldn't, it's you.

Well, no.

It's Hoseok - but you're glad to have him here. Especially when he mutters "Oh, goody . So happy she's here early."

"Shush," you hush him - even if you do agree with his sarcastic jibe. "She looks nice today."

And she really does. You've got the same sweater jacket, you think, just in black. You're not trying to be mean, or bitchy. You're finding positives that can be drawn from the negatives, because you're firm in the belief that we get back what we give out. If there's energy in the air around you, you don't want to be the one making it sour. If clouds are gonna follow you, you'd rather they have silver linings, not storms hidden within.

Glancing over to Jeongguk, you find his wide eyes on yours, top teeth nervously nibbling down on his bottom lip. He tilts his head as if to ask if you're okay. You nod. Offer him a smile. It's really not that deep.

"You?" you mouth back, to which he nods.

It seems that your sanctuary with Jeongguk has been cut short.

You're thankful for the time you had together without her - but her presence just looms over you like an impending lightning strike. Maybe you won't get burned. It's highly likely that you'll avoid it. But there's always a possibility.

With Nabi also with Seoyeon and Hayun, the game is left to play out without the results. Jimin says he'll announce it at drinks this evening. Lets you all disperse. Doesn't fancy trying to battle for attention against Hayun, not when she's already winning.

You and Jeongguk remain exactly where you are, sitting on the grass, a metre or so apart. Facing each other now, neither of you are talking. Just looking. Observing.

Knees to your chest, you're tapping your feet against the floor.

Jeongguk waits for you to finish the pattern of taps, then does the same pattern with his palms on his knees. Sitting cross-legged, he really is the sweetest human you've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

It's all very childish. Neither of you wish to break the silence, but you're both fighting giggles, especially as you up the intensity of the tapping patterns.

Simple pleasures.

The beauty of being in such a large group means that it's easy to avoid those you wish to.

The rest of your afternoon is spent with the people you care the most for. It's a shame to not hang out with Nabi once more, but Hayun being here early is a surefire indication that something went wrong in Seoul. You don't believe that she's here out of the kindness of her own heart.

Perhaps you're overly cynical. Perhaps you're not cynical enough.

Still, as the afternoon carries on, everyone sets about getting changed for the evening ahead. It's just a sit-down meal and drinks tonight - far more dignified than the previous evening - but Seoyeon requested that everyone dresses a little nicer than usual.

"Hey, DB," Yoongi calls over to you as you head down towards the house. "Can you get Jeongguk for me? He's supposed to be helping with the meat."

"Yeah, sure," you nod. He'd gone to get changed a little bit before you specifically for that purpose, knowing he'd want a shower before you hopped in there. It'll be your second of the day, but this time you really will be quick. Just wanna rinse yourself off after all the running around today, especially if you want to feel even half-nice in your evening attire.

The house is quiet as you enter. You'd passed Nabi and Seoyeon on your way down to the house. They'd asked you what you were wearing and you'd replied, honestly, that you didn't know. Jeongguk packed after all. It's sort of a surprise. You just hope there are options.

Sliding the main door shut, you call out to Jeongguk.

"Gguk? Shower or room?" You ask, wanting to know where to locate him - but given that his bedroom is just a step or so away, you reach for the door handle - only for it to be locked. Odd . "Gguk?"

Brows furrowed, you don't care to hide your surprise. He never locks the door. Or at least, rarely. Jimin walked straight on in just a couple of hours earlier.

"Yeah," he says, a little frantically, voice muffled through the door, "Just gimmie a second."

The walls in this place are thin.

You should have realised this on that first evening, when Jimin and Nabi definitely heard everything.

But you're realising it now, as you hear a panicked whisper. Can't make out for the life of you what's being said.

All that's for certain is that he's not alone.

Yet when he opens the door, still shirtless from his shower, hair wet, he pretends as if he is all by himself.

It's written all over his face, though. Guilt. Shame.

And on his bare chest? His sternum?

Crimson red rouge.

Just a tiny smudge. Just enough.

Mouth resting ajar, brows contorted by hurt, the split fraction of time you're caught in turns into slow motion.

Everything is hard to comprehend - but hardest of all? The one thing you refuse to take in?

The small grey jacket on his bed.

That one's a real bitter pill to swallow.

"Oh," you whisper, because what else can you do? Cry? Get angry? Fuck that . "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"B-" he tries to interrupt, but whatever he has to say, you don't want to hear it.

Backing away, you shake your head. You, too, have a lockable bedroom door that you very much intend on utilising, now.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," you smile, all rather disconcertingly. You won't give him a reaction. Won't let him see your hurt.

"No, wait-"

"Yoongi was after you. Something about meat. But I see you're busy, so I'll leave you be."

"B-"

"Later, buddy ."

The door slams shut behind you - and with it shatters the false promises Jeongguk had vowed to you just a few short hours earlier.

note - that's all for today!!! i was behind schedule so didn't get a chance to add more!! apologies <33

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