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[strawhatsoraya]

hiii can i request law with like a reader who has known him since childhood??? it can be romantic or platonic, u choose!

Hello! I know it took a little bit, but I have your request. YAY! I love Law. I have an affinity for characters for sad and tragic backstories. I don't know why. I do actually but I want to pretend I don't so please turn a blind eye to my own possible traumas lol. Anyway, I didn't write that much angst and I left an open ending. I hope you enjoy.

Between Death && Memories

LAW X READER | NO PRONOUNS, GENDER NEUTRAL | SFW |WORD COUNT: 812 words

CONTENT WARNING: If you're anti angst, then sure that's a warning, and a little bit fluffy. Nothing to worry about!

A (BADLY WRITTEN) SUMMARY: Law likes to stand in the middle of roads i guess, he isn't verbose at all, friends meeting maybe moooore who knows!

To this day, whenever he’d see the color white, he couldn’t help the mixed emotions.

Memories of a life once lived, in a city that seemed to be made of snow. He recalled the iron-wrought gates with a bitter sweetness, as the scent of used textbooks floods his senses. At the time, his biggest desire was learning; to maybe one day become as useful as his father. He met you at the academy inside the hospital, your curious eyes constantly distracting him from the books he had been reading. 

At first it annoyed him. He explicitly would go to the hospital to learn, not to make friends. Later, it dawned on him that the best course of action would be to recruit you into his plans. If he had you as a studying partner, an ally, then all will be well. It surprised him how quickly you had agreed to it. 

Friendship bloomed naturally, as you both poured over medical textbooks. Your dream was similar to his. You wished to be someone who could help others heal, someone people could rely on.You had promised each other to follow through, to seize these dreams by the throats.

Neither of you had accounted for the tragedy that would befall Flevance. Amber Lead had led Flevance to its affluence. It had also led it to its downfall.

The illness spread quickly, and Law had been so busy trying to survive, so busy trying to find a way to save Lami that he had forgotten about you. He barely remembered you when he escaped buried in corpses, barely thought of you as he ambled around the world. 

Now you were standing in front of him, in a seafaring town far from home, and it was as if he never forgot you at all. Your hair was shorter than he remembered. You had grown tall, long legs hiding behind a white coat. Your skin darker, your eyes a little bit more tired. The sparkling sheen had been dulled slightly, but you were still you; his friend.

“You became a pirate instead?” you ask him, and your mouth twists in a crooked smile. He blinks, trying to remember if this was your voice. He can’t recall the details, but it feels right when your laugh reaches him. “What are the odds?”

He smiles, surprised at how easy that was. Smiling wasn’t something he often did. It almost made him feel guilty, as if he had no right to a miniscule ounce of happiness. He had been so hellbent in his quest for justice; a little piece of revenge. That seemed idiotic in your presence.

He takes in the sight of you once more, allowing himself a moment of reprieve. “I see you’re a doctor.” He is curious. He wants to know how you made it out alive. Has your mom made it out too? What about your little brother? If he remembered correctly, you had a dog named Red. Was Red alive?

He can’t bring himself to ask. He feels his own wounds tearing at the seams, blood seeping through his clothes. The burning pain, constantly in the back of his eyes; prickling. He didn’t have the heart to dig his inked fingers into your sutured battle wounds.

If he was honest, and logical, he should let this encounter go; let it die here in the middle of the paved road. It would be easier for you and him. He blinks, and turns his head, begins to think up an excuse to leave but you move towards him. You capture his hand with ease and he is embarrassed at his lack of awareness. What kind of pirate was he to let someone get so close? And he wanted to call himself Captain?

You turn his palm in your hands, brush your thumbs over his tattooed knuckles. He holds his breath when you laugh at him again. “Death?” you ask him with raised brows, mirth dancing behind your eyes. “Isn’t this a bit much? I never pictured you to be into theatrics.”

He considers this, and is too distracted by childhood memories to notice the way you still cling to his hand. You pull on it gently, bringing him back to your presence.

“Well, Mr. Death,” you say, tilting your head. Your hair moves, a breeze blows, and it takes his breath away. “Why don’t you join me for a drink? For old time’s sake.”

Time was unforgiving. Time, allegedly, healed all wounds. Law couldn’t tell if that was true for himself, at least not for certain. But he also knew time to be kind to others, perhaps it had been gentle and compassionate with you. He nods, blaming it on curiosity.

“Sure. We’re still friends, right?” He asks, a lump in his throat. You smile back, a small flush taking over your cheeks and nods.

“Of course.”

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[irritablepoe]

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

PS: I'm still working on answering my asks asgdhsjsjs, already have the outline done at least? and a couple of them done (...like the quotes part which is um yeah, you'll know when u see it asgshsjdj). Oh!!!! Forgot to tell you but finished reading the first book of Jackaby last week!!! So I actually recognized the quote you mentioned in ur last ask (ᗒᗜᗕ) (also recognized the one from six of crows that i somehow still remember when i read it in like january but omg yes 😭) (i dont remember if i ever mentioned that i finished c&p a while ago but yeah also got that one 🌟) (the only one i actually need to go and read is the kafka letter 😆)

hiii mila!!! :D thank you so much for the ask!

dw, take all the time you need for answering :3 and omg!!! wait you actually read it, that's so cool😭😭😭 did you like it? who's your fav character? :D jeyyyy c&p too? you gotta tell me about how you liked both books omg!!! :333 and good luck with kafka's letter (as in i hope you don't cry lmao :'))

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

my room is probably very cozy. like i have a big bed and there are many pillows and blankets on it. i also have a lot of art (of others and me) + book pages on my wall. there are three shelves full of books and a record player + vinyls + some old magazines. so it's probably a very typical room for someone in fandoms lmao. also people are always confused about this but i don't have a mirror in my room. it freaks me out a little bit xD

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

i would really like to move to heidelberg bc i love the city deeply. i also would really like to travel outside europe (but also in europe hehe). as for more mundane things i would like someone irl to actually hear me out on stuff they may not understand bc they're not in fandoms or don't care about the things i care about. but it would be nice to talk about this stuff and not be interrupted or sth yk. that's also probably the least likly to happen lol. ut i still hope :3

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

so when i'm happy i get really giggly and childish and i laugh a lot (especially about my own jokes (i'm so funny, trust me)) and tend to get very loud with my emotions (though only when i'm around people i like, otherwise i just smile a lot). on the other hand when i'm annoyed i'm usually really overstimulated and i will not respond to external stimuli of any kind. you tell me sth? i probably didn't hear. i tend to just go very still and quiet. it's probably the same when i'm sleepy, though there are also times when i get giggly too. when i'm upset there are two options: either i will cry or i will defeat you with pure and cold logic. there's no inbetween. in a normal state i'll crack a lot of jokes that are often overlooked bc i always tell them quite dryly. i also will complain a lot when i'm in a normal state (not about anything important, it's just fun). when i'm really in pain though i will go quiet and probably snap at whoever talks to me.

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

i would say it depends on the quality and themes of the medium (i tend to like sad/angry themes) but normally i show the most reaction when i listen to good music or read a good novel. though when i was in paris and looked at the statues in musee d'orsay i was also very intrigued. as for music, there's often lyrcis that are really relatable but they're combined with instruments that give them more... power? ig??? and for the novel, i really like connecting to characters, like who do i see myself in/who do i like the most/find the most interesting etc? and then i experience the story out of the characters eyes, therefore also experiencing loss and tragedy and stuff? yeah, but idk about the statues though. i especially liked the ones that displayed pain, probably bc i feel empathy towards them?

thank you again, mila, that was really fun to answer! :D

[riestr]

@hamartio​ said :  "you earn nothing from saving a ghost, you fool," blaiddyd's tone is hoarse, low, underlain with hurt as he moves towards his side on the infirmary bed, ignoring the way his wounds strain under the movement. he had been badly injured in his reckless assault against imperial troops—the fact he had been saved at all was nothing short of a miracle. sole eye remains fixed on nothing, expression hollow. "if i died there, i would have joined them—they would no longer haunt me."

              do benevolent gods dream of delivering them from the world's innate horrors   ?     do they desire to rescue them from the cruel passage of time that has led them to a time of war,      where all have been divided with different goals   ?     hah,     perish the thought.     if such gods existed,     peace's veil would not be a veil but a bonafide flower that is nurtured by the people of fodlan,     it would bloom into some grand thing that could protect this continent from the horrors of war,    free it from this endless hell of an uphill battle.     ///     so close,     so damn close,     his dream     ———    unification through tearing down such barriers that kept people away from one another,     facilitating a new dawn where all could prosper    &    be freed from the harsh judgement of others.     no,     his dream is not dead    ;    it has been stalled,     it has been stalled    &    even if the gods shall not bestow unto him the gift to rectify the mistakes of old comrade,     he shall fall back upon the hands of fate to be granted the tools that shall allow him to carve this new future.     this new future.     with him at his side, everything shall be all right.     right   ?

              ❛     yet dying in the name of madness wouldn't yield anything either,     your highness.     ❜     deliberate in his approach,     perhaps stinging more than he intended with his words.     claude pauses.     albeit benevolent gods cannot ever wish to deliver them from mankind's own foolishness,     an inevitable truth must be accepted    :    it is naught but a miracle that old friend still lives.     had they not been fast enough,     had they not rushed to his aid when he needed it most,     surely death's cold embrace would've been wrapped neatly 'round dimitri.     relief is still evident on his visage,     even when attempting to don an impassive mask that would dare not reveal too much to one who is still recovering.     no matter what happens,     claude shall remain by dimitri's side 'till he is fully healed.     ❛     i'm not one to let my allies needlessly die on the battlefield    ;    like it or not     ...     ❜     ah,     there it is,     relaxed smile curves at his lips,     cheeky in nature but never malevolent.     somewhere,     within this leader,     a hint of innocence    &    youth remained,     even in war's cacophonous melody.     don't give up,     dimitri.     ❛     you're one of them.     not a ghost.     so long as you're breathing,     you're very much alive in my eyes.     ❜     even then,     he still recognizes the distinction in being alive    &    living.     he endeavors to help dimitri lean towards the latter.

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