Do u think Bepo would make a good heating pad bc I do. Just lay on him...
How did you know I was taking screenshots of Bepo right now?? 😭
Thank you for this adorable prompt, I had to write a lil drabble:
Such a Softie
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x GN!Reader
Summary: Law is struggling to help you with your pain, until he has an idea. This is the coziest treatment you've ever received.
Ao3 Link
Word Count: 461
Rating/Warnings: SFW, GN!Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Established Relationship, Kissing, (barely), Soft Law, (Reader is described as having intense pain and nausea and requests a heating pad)
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"Fuck," you groaned as pain radiated through you. Law was fussing over you, hovering as none of his treatments were alleviating the pain.
"I wish I could fix this for you," he apologized, smoothing the hair from your face while you grimaced. "Is there anything I can do for you right now?"
You had to take a few deep breaths before you could answer, struggling to pull any coherent thoughts from your foggy brain.
"Uh... heating pad," you choked out, starting to feel nauseous.
Law pressed his lips to your forehead before charging out of the room, leaving you to moan as you tried to find a position that would dampen some of the ache. When he returned empty handed, you tried not to sigh, covering your eyes from the dim light in the room.
"I couldn't find one, but I have an idea," he rasped, crouching beside the bed. "It's how I used to stay warm as a kid."
"Okay," you whispered, trusting him enough to stop forcing yourself to think.
"Come in, Bepo."
Your eyes cracked open to see the navigator tip toeing through the door. The sight of Bepo in his pajama pants with fur poking out from under his Uta t-shirt brought a smile to your lips, even as more pain pulled at you.
"We haven't done this in so long, captain–"
"Thank you, Bepo," Law interrupted, leaning over you as he moved the blankets behind you. "Is it alright if Bepo sleeps here tonight? He's incredibly warm."
"You're such a softie," you teased, snagging his fingers in yours before he could grumble at you. "Thank you, Law."
His lips quirked, clearly wanting to defend his reputation as a grump. He shook his head as he surrendered, giving you a gentle kiss before directing Bepo where to go.
Law's bed was large compared to the rest of the crew, but it was still a tight fit. Bepo's t-shirt had slid up, and you hummed as his warm fur pressed against your back as he curled around your aching body. You grinned to yourself when you noticed Law's tattooed hand curled around that furry stomach, as if snuggling with the fluffy mink was second nature.
"How are you feeling," the captain checked in from his side of the cozy bear.
"Much better, thank you. And thank you, Bepo," you sighed, cuddling into the comfort of your friend's warmth.
"Of course! We used to sleep together all the–"
"Goodnight," Law ordered, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing.
The pain never left completely, but the warmth and comfort that surrounded you was perfect. Soon you were drifting off to sleep, planning out the best ways to tease Law about his favorite cuddle buddy.
You'd never slept better.
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