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You didn't knock.
Not because you were rude-he'd kill you for that, and you liked living-but because you didn't have to anymore. Trust gets you that kind of privilege eventually. A soft step outside the captain's door and he already knew it was you.
The office was dim, warm with late lamplight and the low whisper of the sea through the cracked window. He was sitting behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, coat slung over the back of his chair like always. Tattoos winding down his arms, ink against skin like runes you'd learned to read over time.
"Late," he murmured without looking up.
You shut the door behind you, a quiet click. "You keep saying that like I don't come back every night."
That earned a glance. Just a flick of his grey eyes-steady, unreadable to anyone else, but not to you. You knew what that look meant. You made it back. Good. Even if he'd never say it out loud.
You crossed the room, your wings shifting under your coat, feathers brushing faintly as they moved-not hidden, never hidden, just part of you. Most people stared. Most people whispered. Law never blinked.
He leaned back in his chair, finally watching you properly now, one brow raised. "You find what you were looking for?"
You shrugged. "Depends. You want the honest answer or the one that won't make you scowl at me?"
He exhaled through his nose-amused, maybe. Tired, definitely. "You haven't given me the easy version of anything since you joined this crew."
"And yet," you drawled, stepping closer, "you haven't thrown me overboard. Which makes me think you're either very patient... or very into the way I complicate your life."
Law didn't dignify that with a response. But the faint twitch of his mouth-that was enough.
"You haven't slept," you said, tone softening.
"I could say the same."
"Difference is," you added, letting your fingers graze the corner of the desk as you passed, "you actually need it. I, on the other hand, run on charm, spite, and cloud memories."
He shook his head, but you caught the way his hand stilled on the logbook. Just for a moment.
"I worry about you," you said. No teasing there. Just truth, dropped lightly between you.
That made him pause.
Not startled. Not uncomfortable. Just-held.
He looked at you again, slower this time. Really looked.
You weren't sure when this had started-this thing between the two of you. It wasn't loud. No declarations, no demands. Just quiet knowing. The way he only let himself fall asleep when you were on night watch. The way your wing always brushed his sleeve when passing each other in a crowd, just enough to say I'm here.
"You always look at me like that," he said suddenly.
You tilted your head. "Like what?"
"Like you see something in me I don't."
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One Piece x Reader - Book I
Fanfiction➯ The art used in the edit is made by Grimhel on DeviantArt One piece belongs to Eiichirō Oda as well as the canon characters of the series √
