LawLu Fanfic Obsession

Happy holidays @love—mandy ~~ for your @opsecretsanta2019 gift I wasn’t sure to do art or fic so I did a little of each. I hope I understood what you like and that it’s fluffy enough~  (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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The Tides That Bind Us

note:10 Days of LawLu- Day 6 String /Chains

This work is a collaboration with @tentaclemage who drew this absolutely beautiful artwork. She also titled the fic. tysm Lyssa~

rating: T (maybe M)

tags: real world AU, shipwreck hunting, mermen

summary: Fate calls to Luffy in the form of a red string that appears around his finger in his dreams. It pulls him toward the sea where his destiny lies within a legendary shipwreck.

*･゜ㅆㅅ･:*･ ㅅㅆ ･*･ㅅㅆ ゜･*

Chapter 1: The String

“Find anything?” Nami calls across the calm, shimmering water.

“Nothing again!” Luffy calls back, lifting his diving mask, flippered feet propelling him forward, swimming behind Zoro on their way back to the boat.

“Shit. You sure it’s out here?” Sanji asks, leaning on the railing of their boat next to Nami.

“Just trust him. We’ll find it,” Zoro grumbles as he loops an arm around the boat’s metal ladder to anchor himself enough to pull off his flippers and toss them into the boat. “Luffy’s got a sixth-sense about this kinda stuff.”

In the two years Luffy’s crew has been together, Luffy has lead them to find no less than five shipwrecks which is nothing short of miraculous in this vocation. 

To Luffy it’s thrilling to uncover lost ships and the secrets they hold. It’s fun to try out Franky’s new machines for recovering lost items from the ocean floor. It’s interesting to hear Robin tell stories about the history of the objects they recover. It’s even pretty nice getting some fame from doing it, but it all just seems like practice for the greatest find of his life.

It comes to Luffy in recurring dreams- sometimes as clouded visions, sometimes clear as the tropical waters it supposedly rests in. The minute details are ever-changing as the tides, but one thing is always constant- a red string coiled around his finger. It leads him down into the depths of the ocean, pulls him toward the thrill of discovering the holy grail of sunken ships. There it lies on the ocean floor, it’s split hull revealing a wealth of relics from the past, pirate treasures once coveted, now forgotten. The red string winds its way around them enticing Luffy in as if telling him that all this is meant to be his. What was once the pirate king’s is now waiting for him, so what is he waiting for? 

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nostalgia curling.

There is a postcard Luffy never sent, stuck to their fridge door with a cactus-shaped magnet. One of those real touristy ones (you know it), where the sunlight hits Sabaody city just right to make it incredible, like homeless don’t stretch along its streets, just looking for something to eat (“The city of dreams!” Yeah, right). It hasn’t moved for years. It hasn’t moved for so long, that Law is sure it would stay regardless of the cactus magnet. In fact, he is positive that underneath that postcard, the fridge is a different colour. Maybe white instead of the weird cream tinge it dons now, indicative of their life in this house, years spent without any change.

Today, he gets rid of it. You would too. The cactus magnet is cute, dammit, and at the moment it’s barely visible, hidden in dark mess of colours on a peeling piece of cardboard, one whose edges are curling like burnt paper. He takes it off, almost afraid the tattered thing with fall to pieces at his touch. Turns it over for a quick glance—blank, as suspected—opens the bin and then—

Stops.

He rubs his thumb along the paper. Once. Twice. Five times. Frowns. Caesar, their cat, jumps up on the bench at his side, nudging his hand with the crown of his head, demanding food with an indignant yowl. Law bats his nose with the postcard and then immediately regrets it, guilt clawing at his stomach as he holds it up to the fluorescent kitchen light, checking for any damage.

And just as he suspected, there is a name etched into the old, worn cardboard, faded from years of neglect. He thinks about the way the sun hits their fridge in the mornings, too bright and fierce; the shitty LED light that bathes him now, burning his retinas; the steam that comes from their stove, filling up the tiny un-ventilated kitchen.

The messily scrawled Ace is barely visible but still there. Written in cheap biro, it’s lasted the ages of their abuse. A wonder.

Down the hall, Law hears the front door slamming—then the tell-tale stamp, stamp, stamp of impatient feet. He whirls on his heel, ignoring another annoyed meow from that idiot cat, and clips the cactus back into place, where it holds the postcard, the memories, the space together, unchanged, familiar.

Luffy’s head pokes around the corner, grinning manically. “Torao! You need to feed Caesar! Let’s go!”

Law says nothing—just reaches out, grabbing Luffy’s arm and pulling him forward into his chest with a small oof. He holds him there, close, arms wrapped tightly around Luffy’s wiry body; breathes him in, the smell of salt and shampoo, something stabbing his chest, something so known, something that just—that just—

“Torao,” comes the impatient voice, muffled by Law’s clothes. “Sanji’s cooking a banquet at his house! Let’s go!”

Law smirks, eyes flicking to the fridge—the cactus lost in the gaudy photo, the peeling edges, the curling memories. Filling the space—creating the space. Like a beautiful secret. And he says, “Alright,” taking Luffy’s hand, kissing his fingers, letting him know he is there.

It is the simplicity of their life unchanged. And Law would not have it any other way.

(unfortunately 10 days of lawlu comes at the busiest time for me [and the most unimaginative]. so here is a thing, a thank you to all those who are creating such masterful works of art and writing <3)

Law made a terrible mistake. He slept with Luffy, of all people. Sure, he drank a lot but he should’ve still been in his right mind. 

He ran his hand over his hair, then lowered his head, eyeing Luffy. Both were shirtless and covered with a blanket. At least Law was still wearing his spotted pants.

He straightened his back and leaned against the wall. He could use Room to escape—

“It’s morning already?” Luffy mumbled, rubbing his eye. He blinked the blurriness away, then stared at Law. Both locked gaze, quiet for a second before he exclaimed. “Hi, Torao!”

How could Luffy be calm at a time like this?

“Did we…” God, this was so awkward. But might as well get over it. “Did we sleep together?”

“Yeah,” Luffy answered quick.

Law was both amazed and annoyed that Luffy said it like nothing. Not even Law could do that. He would’ve left a long ago.

“Do you do this often?” he inquired. And okay, it wasn’t any of his damn business, but what the fuck? He assumed Luffy would be a bit more caring, not a yeah-and-what-of-it type of guy.

“Yeah, sometimes. I sleep with Zoro, Usopp, and even Sanji if he’s in a good mood…”

Law tuned him out. Instead he gazed at the ceiling. Why did he feel like he had a one night stand with someone who loved sleeping around?

“Law, you okay?” Luffy asked.

“I’m not okay!” he snapped. “I slept with you! And I just found out you sleep with half your crew! How the fuck am supposed to be okay after that?”

Luffy narrowed his eyes, then wondered, “You don’t sleep with yours?”

“No!”

“But I’ve seen you sleep with Bepo.”

Oh. Oh. Law now understood. It’s a misunderstanding.

But just in case.

“Can you tell me what happened last night, Strawhat?”

Luffy nodded, smiling. “You got drunk and threw up on me and then on yourself. I had to take off both our shirts. You passed out here. Chopper was scared you were going to choke on your own vomit, so I stayed with you to make sure you didn’t die,” he explained.

Yeah. Everything made sense.

Law’s lips turned upwards, his hand covered his face. He was so relieved. Nothing happened between them, but that wasn’t what mattered to Law. It was that nothing especially happened with Luffy and the other crew members.

“Is that all?”

Luffy paused. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. You kissed me, too!”

Fuck, Law mentally cussed. 

Heart Beats Slow

(asexual relationship, slow burn, asexual!luffy, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and friendship. spoiler free)

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Leagues ebb and flow between their ships.

“Where are you, Traffy?”

Night, six days from Wano. Here, there are no stars, the sky black as pitch.

Law starts.

It’s such a simple question. He can see the den-den grinning in the darkness, mirroring Luffy’s smile, hat resting on its back. A distant patter of rain echoes through the receiver. Luffy’s talking about something, saying something about Sanji, something about the rain, Big Mom’s island of candy. He’s laughing.

Without thinking, Law reaches across the expanse of his desk, brushing his fingers over the corner of the snail’s smile. He can feel Luffy’s soul through it, taste the laughter; feels it in the way his heart thuds, out-of-time, too fast, uncontrolled.

Leagues ebb and flow between their ships, and the utter darkness here is all-consuming, the loneliness washing over him in waves. The snail is soft under his fingertips, never close enough. Never enough.

He always wants too much.

“Things are okay, aren’t they, Torao?”

And he answers, “Yeah.” Tries to breathe. “Things are okay.”