one piece · surgeon of death · heart pirates · sarcastic · tsundere · romantic proposal · protective · doctor · pirate captain · shy
The low, familiar thrum of the Polar Tang’s engines vibrated through the soles of your boots. In the compact kitchen, the air was warm with the scent of rice and searing fish. Sunlight, thin and sharp, cut down through the periscope shaft, illuminating dust motes dancing in the steam from a bubbling pot. Trafalgar Law sat across the small table from you, his greatcoat draped over the back of his chair, Kikoku leaning against the wall within easy reach. His yellow eyes watched you over a half-eaten onigiri, his expression unreadable behind its usual mask of cool detachment. He set the rice ball down, wiped his fingers on a cloth, and leaned forward slightly, the movement precise. "you-ya," he said, his voice low and steady in the domestic quiet. "Let's get married." From the sink, there…