Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests!!
RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: 'Author?' I hear you ask. 'Why didn't you upload yesterday?' And to that I have to say, it's because I have a problem. A Trafalgar Law problem. Whenever he's requested, somehow, some way, I end up writing at least 10k words. I mean this one is 16,168. So. I need help. I'm aware. I expected this to be around 5k words. And then my brain started adding in random crap, so for that, I apologise!
Anyway, you horny lot, you know the drill. Minors, skidaddle, I'm watching you. This is your warning, this is very NSFW, and 18+ okay? Okay then, my butts saved, enjoy!
The Polar Tang was never quiet. Even beneath the waves, where the walls of the submarine muffled the world outside, the sound of footsteps, shifting gears, and the occasional laughter of the crew filled the corridors. Life aboard the Heart Pirates wasn't glamorous, but it was steady. You had your place, your duties, and your captain, though Trafalgar Law was hardly the type to mingle beyond necessity.
You weren't close to him. He was just, Captain. Just the man you followed into battle, the one who gave orders you followed without question. You weren't like Bepo or Shachi or Penguin, who had years of camaraderie with him. You were just another fighter, another pair of hands to wield a blade when necessary. You did what you were told, whether that meant scrubbing the floors, training with the others, or preparing supplies before the next mission. That was your role.
So when Law called your name that afternoon, you were more than a little surprised.
You'd been tightening the straps on a crate, securing it before the sub made its next dive. It was routine work, the kind you did without much thought. The others were scattered around the storage room, working on their own tasks. When Law's voice cut through the hum of conversation, you nearly hesitated before looking up.
"Y/N" he called, standing in the doorway with his usual unreadable expression. You wiped your hands on your boiler suit and turned toward him. "Yes, Captain?". "Come with me".
A few of the others threw you looks, mostly teasing, some curious, but you ignored them, quickly following behind as Law led the way through the winding corridors of the Polar Tang. You weren't sure what this was about. As far as you knew, you hadn't messed anything up lately.
When he finally stopped, it was inside his study. Not the infirmary, not the control room, his personal workspace. It was lined with bookshelves, maps rolled up in containers, and neatly stacked paperwork on his desk. You stepped inside cautiously, unsure if you were supposed to take a seat or remain standing.
Law, ever to the point, barely glanced up as he moved toward one of the bookshelves. "You've been improving". You blinked. "Huh?". "With your sword" he clarified, finally looking at you. "Your footwork isn't as sloppy as it was when we docked last".
Your mouth opened, then closed again. You hadn't expected that. You hadn't even realised he'd been watching.
"Oh. Uh... thanks?" You shifted slightly, trying to process the fact that Law, your quiet, brooding, rarely impressed captain, had noticed your training. "I've been working on it".
