One Piece x Reader

Parties Need Planning (Trafalgar Law x Reader) (Christmas Special 1/6)

A/N: so sorry I forgot to post this earlier 😭

You unlock Law's door, dusting the snow off your feet on the welcome mat. The weather is shaping up for a white Christmas and has fallen steadily for the past few days. From inside the house, you can hear faint music. You follow the sound through the big house. Despite many rooms and long hallways, you don't get lost – you're well acquainted with Law's ridiculously large house. In fact, it could be called a mansion. The music gets closer, and now you can make out the plucking of guitar strings along with a soft voice singing. You turn a corner and come across a dimly lit room. You peer inside to see Law sitting on a chair, gently strumming a guitar. He sings quietly, his voice low and husky.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas... There is just one thing I need..."

You stand just around the corner of the room, keeping yourself hidden. I never expected Law to be one for music. And he has a nice voice, too.

"I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know... Make my wish come true..."

You exhale softly, his voice hypnotic.

"All I want for Christmas is you."

Suddenly, the tile under you creaks. You freeze, not wanting your position to be revealed so soon. The guitar stops almost immediately, and you hear Law get up and walk to the door. He peers around the doorway, ending up face-to-face with you. You give him a nervous smile. "...Surprise?"

He sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Why didn't you tell me you were here? How long have you been waiting for?"

"I just got here and didn't want to interrupt you." He doesn't look convinced, so you keep talking. "I didn't know you play the guitar. And you're good at singing," you ramble. He sighs again, walking back into the room. "Whatever. Just come in."

You chuckle as you sit down on a couch, and he resumes his position by his guitar. "What's so funny?" He demands, obviously embarrassed.

You shrug, still smiling. "Nothing. Anyway, we're planning for the party, right?"

Despite your attempt to change the subject, he doesn't object and grabs a notebook. At the behest of no one other than Luffy, Law had agreed to throw a Christmas party at his house. However, parties take planning, and if it goes how the two of you are planning, there would be many people to accommodate.

"Who's cooking?" Law asks.

"Sanji," you say automatically.

He nods, writing it down. "Who'll be in charge of decorations?"

You both think for a moment. There's Luffy – whose idea this was in the first place – but he'd find a way to mess it up. "Usopp, maybe?"

Law considers your suggestion. "I guess so, but he'd probably be busy."

"Then..." You pause. The next person you're going to suggest might not be the best option, but he's also the only one left. "Zoro?"

Law coughs politely. "Zoro?"

"Now, I know what you're thinking–"

"–he'll lose the decorations or something and probably won't do a good job."

You both laugh, your thoughts about the green-haired man similar. "But hear me out. I can supervise him and maybe help. Then it'll be okay, right?"

"Hmm." Law is silent, and you can see the gears turning. "That's alright, then. And to make sure there's no room for error, we'll have someone else do the tree."

"Who? It's your turn to make a suggestion," you say, laughing.

He smiles slightly. "Maybe Shanks will want to do it?"

"Shanks?" I raise a brow. "Hold on, how do you know Shanks?"

He shrugs. "I know everyone in our little circle, I guess."

"Alright then, Shanks, it is. Anything else that needs to be assigned?"

Law shakes his head. "I'll let everyone who's been given a job know." He pulls out his phone and quickly types out a message. You know he sent it in the group chat from the vibrating on your phone a second later. He's about to turn his phone off when it buzzes again. "Oh, it seems we missed something. Ace says he'll make a playlist."

I nod. "And other than that, everything is settled."

Seemingly randomly, Law laughs. "What is it?" you ask.

"Look at us," he says. "Planning out a party like it's some big affair. I wonder if anyone even does that anymore."

You laugh as well. "I don't think you could host a party without having the whole thing planned from A to Z."

"Hey, you can't blame me. It would be chaos without a plan, wouldn't it?" You share another laugh. "Thanks for helping plan," Law says.

"Of course. We didn't do much, anyway. The real work has yet to be done."

"Oh, so you're saying planning is not real work?" He raises a brow in mock accusation.

"No, no! Of course not. You're equally as important as everyone else." You give him a sympathetic look as you stand to leave.

"Wait," he says. "Do you want to hear another song?"

I grin. "You're offering to play for me? I'm flattered."

He scowls half-heartedly. "Don't push your luck."

I laugh. "Just playing with you."