𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18]
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter two]
ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 3; part 4 ; part 5; final
ʚ tw: MDNI. SEXUAL ABUSE INTENT (she is fine and safe). usage of drugs. medical terminology and treatment. violence. slow burn romance. If you need any type of support regarding these topics, please contact with someone who can help you. I am here to help you as a nurse and a woman.
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬
A fist with the word DEATH inked on the knuckles, buries in your attacker’s face. It makes him fall back, letting you go almost immediately. You experiment everything as if it was happening in slow motion and the dizziness makes it difficult to stay still.
Your legs quiver and they fail you; but there are a pair of arms that don’t. Holding you in his embrace, he keeps you safe.
“Are you ok? (Name)-ya? Are you feeling ok?” he asks, desperately inspecting your almost limp body.
You take a quick look at your saviour, a goatee, caramel skin, golden earrings, and platinum stars per eyes. He is the guy who visited your booth earlier with his friend Bepo.
“I… I feel like I’m about to pass out… don’t- don’t leave me alone” you murmur, trusting your luck in yet another stranger. And then, lulled by the waves of dizziness and the sweet scent of his perfume, everything turns dark.
The tattooed man looks at the bastard, who keeps spitting blood right on the carpeted floor. Immediately, running, his three friends arrive with security personnel.
“I trust you all gonna be calling the police right now. This woman had been drugged and was about to be abused by that bastard” the tattooed youngster says, while carries you in his arms. “I am Dr. Trafalgar D. Law, will take her with me to my hospital. Send the police there, surgical department” he commands, while the security guards restrain the photographer.
As Law begin to walk towards the exit, he suddenly stops. He asks Penguin to hold you, and turning back he stands in front of the abuser. “And this, you fucking bastard, is over for you” he utters, grabbing the camera and throwing it to the ground.
He doesn’t care about the pleads of him. The camera seems new and expensive, and Law wouldn’t care breaking it a thousand times if it was possible. “Fuck you, bastard. I will do everything I can to send you to jail”
The car wasn’t waiting in the parking lot underneath the hotel, but right at the entrance. They have decided to go back, for just a single reason… a lost keychain of a polar bear plushie.
The doctor, called Law, drives away as fast as possible. He doesn’t really know what’s been inoculated in your system, so he needs to rush.
You have woken up, yet you are barely able to keep your eyes open. You discover a familiar face next to you; the kind albino guy who identified as Bepo a few hours ago. He immediately tells you about your situation, helping you to understand what happened to you.
“Don’t worry, (Name)! you remember me, right? I’m Bepo! Captain is taking you to the hospital, he is a doctor! You are ok, you haven’t been…” Bepo stops, the word makes him gag.
“You haven’t been touched, nor abused, (Name)-ya. I’m Trafalgar Law. You are being taken to the Grandline General Hospital to see what that bastard gave you” he says, surely, and sounding like a professional you could trust.
You feel your throat dry; your lips too. Your head hurts, and you notice your dress a little ragged but definitely in one piece. “Th-thank you, sir…”
The car stops right by the entrance of a huge white building. A red cross light reflects on the wet patches of the streets. It’s already very dark outside.
You shake off your grogginess for some moments, and when the door of the car opens for you, you let the cold breeze hit your face. It feels amazing, like a sweet kiss from a lover. And then, his arms, also completely tattooed extended to you.
“Let me help you, I brought a wheelchair” Law says, waiting for you to take his hand first.
You nod, with a subtle smile and probably hyper dilated pupils. Bepo and Shachi help you too, while Penguin crawls on the front seat to drive the car to the parking lot.
He begin to push your chair and inside the building you go. The white lights, blinding and sterile, hit your eyes. And the bustling sound of the people inside turns a thousand times louder in your head.
“Dr. Trafalgar! What happened?” a young black-haired woman arrives. She is wearing purple scrubs, and her eyes are as blue as the sky.
“She- she has been drugged… She- almost-“ he explains her, while both walk a little away from you. Suddenly he is no more that young shy man you have met back at the con; Law is now a doctor ready to save your life professionally.
They immediately come back, and the woman presents herself as Dr. Nico Robin. She grabs your hand, caressing it with perhaps the same delicacy as Law while you are being pushed to your cubicle.
The bed is comfortable, even while wearing your cosplay for the longest time. Your wig, however, is about to be ripped from your head by yourself. You can’t stand that long hairy thing over your shoulders a minute more.
And that’s when a colleague comes in handy. Bepo, who immediately thinks of how uncomfortable you must feel, offers to keep your stuff safe. “Give me your wig, (Name). I will put it safely inside of your bag” he suggests.
He owns a smile from you; you are absolutely grateful for having met this beautiful people. “Thank you so much, Bepo. Here…” you whisper, while taking it off quickly as the nurses want to take your pressure and connect you to a monitor.
When Bepo scrutinizes for a wig bag inside your backpack he founds a bottle of water. “Did you drink from this, (Name)?” he asks, showing the bottle to you and then to the doctors.
You nod; it’s true, you saved it.
Immediately, a nurse runs to the laboratory with the contaminated water. While Law and Robin discuss your vital signs and another nurse initiates an IV. Not ten minutes pass, that they already -and efficiently- discover the exact component of what you have consumed; GHB or Gamma Hydroxybutyric acid.
Law, sits down right next to your bed. The effects are slowly fading away and you are able to be more alert than before. Perhaps what they have passed through your IV is working faster.
Him, who is already wearing a white coat, looks as handsome as before. He crosses his long legs covered in jeans with a peculiar pattern of black spots and lends forward to you.
“(Name-ya), you had consumed GHB. We know it as “the rape drug”, and since it lacks color, odor and taste it gets easily injected or administrated. I believe that bastard probably have introduced the drug into the bottle in some way. You are ok, the effects will fade away after it clears up from your body” the handsome doctor, that a few hours prior was just another guy at the con, tells you. He did not just save you, but he is also still taking care of you.
You nod. Speechless. Your eyes become watery in less than seconds. And you extend your hand to his, grabbing it with a tender need.
Law gasps, silently. His pupils dilate and his eyes widen. He looks at your hand on his, at the way your veins protrude so slightly on the back of it, at the subtle shake of your muscles.
“Thank you, Law…” you murmur, still in shock but definitely more than grateful for having a tattooed angel by your side. “can I ask you for a last favour?”
Law, who has placed his hand on top of yours, doesn’t dare to let you go. Even him, feels amazed by his weird reaction. Women aren’t his specialty. Not even being in the ER. He is a cardiac surgeon trainee but knows very little about “heart matters”.
He nods, waiting for your request. At this point he is willing to do whatever you ask for. Even with your hair all tangled, half dressed as a princess but no wig… you still shine bright into his eyes.
“Can you pass me my bag? I need to give you something”
Law, who hesitantly lets go of your hand, stands up and searches for your bag. He walks up to you, with butterflies filling his stomach. He wants. No, he needs, to stop. Such situation feels like a monster ripping away self-control… everything in which he relies in his life.
Your hands graze, so soft. A poet could say it’s the sweet representation of your encounter, but that’s totally the opposite. Your paths have crossed in a violent, disturbing way.
While you scrutinize the interior of your bag, he remains silent. Law, inside, feels like a child waiting to receive a gift… but why?
“Here. I’m not sure who’s the owner, but I believe you will like it. I promise I will buy you something new to thank you whenever I’m out” you murmur, handing him the little polar bear plushie you found under the table of your booth.
Law receives the gift in his hands. His lips separate. He is unable to speak. He honestly forgot about it, but, wasn’t it that same charm what made him go back and save her?
“I- this… This is mine…” he mumbles, amazed.
You tilt your head; what does he mean? His?
“This is mine. This is my keychain. It was given to me by a dear person. I lost it and I came back to search for it… that’s why I found you-“ Law says, amazed. A subtle smile flashes for quite seconds, but then he remembers the reason both are in the hospital.
“Oh… I’m glad I picked it up, then. It’s really pretty” you giggle. His child like expression melted your heart, and just even for some time there is a reason to smile in your life. Maybe happy coincidences do exist, after all.
Law, takes a good look at the charm and suddenly extends his hand to you. “Take it. You will give it to me when you feel better” he says, awkwardly.
You blink twice, taking it to your chest. Maybe he is just a stranger, and yet he is still an angel. Maybe he already noticed your loneliness in this world. That’s why, then, he is giving you something dear to hold during a lonely night.
Some tears form in your eye. The more you press the little bear against you, the more you feel like caving in. Trembling lips are barely able to express a broken “thank you” before the first tear falls through your cheek.
You put your head down, trying to cover your façade with your hair. But Law notices it, almost immediately. Though, he takes some minutes to react. Is not that he didn’t feel the need to hug you that very moment, but… would that be ok?
“Don’t… don’t cry…” he murmurs, taking his E inked index to the corner of your eye. He delicately wipes the tear away. “I didn’t mean to…”
“No… Law… you- I… don’t worry please. It’s just that… you are being like a hero and now even taking care of me. You just said this is dear to you, and you are giving it to me…” you sniffle while trying to express yourself.
Law stretches to grab a paper towel and then hands it to you. He sits right next to you in bed, even if that would probably be considered unproper from a medical practitioner and overall, a total stranger.
“You showed me how much you took care of him. I trust you with it. You know, it has helped me through difficult times… do you… do you want me to call someone? You won’t be needing to stay the night” he says, perhaps believing all of this comes from being in such a cold and sterile room.
You wipe away your tears and then look at him. “Thank you so much, but… I don’t have anyone in this city. I will be heading to my hotel once I’m out… can you- can you tell me exactly which hospital is this? If you told me, I’m sorry, I can’t remember”
Law felt taken aback. Alone? In this city? “You can stay with me tonight, or I can stay with you at the hotel. Or, we can stay at the hospital if you feel safer” he says, shocking himself, once again, at the words that came out of his mouth with no filter.
You swallow. Honestly, trusting another man feels difficult. However, Law, has helped you in more than a way… he saved your life…
ㅤㅤ ㅤ “If it’s not much of a trouble, then, I’d like to stay with you ~”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ …
“What is the Captain doing?” Bepo asks, from the door of the ER.
“HE IS SITTING ON HER BED? WOW” Shachi chimes, giggling.
“Guess prince charming saved his princess… let’s leave them alone. Just in case let’s stay at my place… tonight Law needs his house… empty” Penguin says, smiling at his brother and dragging his friends out.
continues in ➡ chapter 3
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Midnight Pals: Penguins on Parade
Edgar Allan Poe: i feel like there's been way too much drama here lately
Poe: too many cranks just venting obsessions and paranoias!
Poe: can't we just hear a nice, simple, old-fashioned horror story?
HP Lovecraft: i-i've got one
Poe: ...son of a bitch
Poe: ok howard let's hear it
August Derleth: wooo! yeah!
Derleth: go off Howard, you got this!
Lovecraft: y-yeah ok
Derleth: a-grade storytelling, right here! modern master!
Lovecraft: a premise occurred to me one night while in the throes of fitful sleep
Derleth: yes! yes! tossing and turning! sweat that plot out
Lovecraft: about an ill-fated expedition to the Antarctic
Derleth: cold as ice! chilly like my willy, baby
Lovecraft: p-please stop
Poe: ah, the South Pole Poe: a promising location for a doomed voyage
Poe: not to spoil anything but
Poe: they all drown in the magnetic whirlpool, right?
Lovecraft:
Poe: that resides at the bottom of the world, right?
Lovecraft:
Poe: perhaps they're slaughtered by hostile peoples of the inner earth?
Lovecraft: n...
Lovecraft: no, there's a continent there
Poe: oh, a fantasy story? fun!
Lovecraft: even the beginning of this terrible journey is fraught with peril
Lovecraft: for they must encounter that most loathsome of all birds
Lovecraft: THE PENGUIN
Clive Barker:
Barker: ah ha ha
Barker: oh man
Barker: let's fucking go, curtain up
Dean Koontz: i like penguins :)
Koontz: stephen let me watch happy feet
Koontz: it was funny
Koontz: except for the seal
Stephen King: we had to fast-forward past the seal
King: and the orcas
King: pretty much the entire second half
Koontz: i like when they dance
Lovecraft: b-but these are no ordinary penguins
Lovecraft: the average penguin is black AND white
Lovecraft: a hideous mixture in itself
Lovecraft: yet these massive creatures are ALBINO
Lovecraft: so pale as to be mistaken for snowdrifts at a distance
Lovecraft: you might say they are passing for white
Poe: uhh
Derleth: shhh, let him cook
Lovecraft: t-the group found a perplexing frozen specimen
Lovecraft: i-it was only when they discovered the ruins later that they realized it was a being of great intelligence
Lovecraft: for, you see
Lovecraft: the thing had no skull to measure
Lovecraft: millions of years ago, the Old Ones flourished upon the continent
Lovecraft: they built a society dedicated to pure scientific achievement
Lovecraft: yet, in the cruelest irony
Lovecraft: they were overwhelmed by sheer brute strength
Barker: lol
Barker: get owned nerds
Lovecraft: i-it was a most grand civilization
Lovecraft: accomplished universities. safe to slither the streets at night
Lovecraft: and then a certain kind of creature
Lovecraft: i shall not say whom
Lovecraft: took over
Lovecraft: and the property values... they plummeted
Derleth: okay look i'm getting a little sick of all of you calling Howard a bigot
Derleth: i keep telling you he's simply a man of his time
Lovecraft: the shoggoths were faceless slaves of the deepest black hue
Lovecraft: possessing a fiendish malevolence to compensate for their lack of a brain
Derleth:
Derleth: oh and i suppose you're just going to take THAT out of context
Lovecraft: most chilling of all the shoggoths' attributes was their infernal piping
Lovecraft: it imitated the structure of the Old Ones' music
Lovecraft: but it was as if they spoke rather than harmonized it
Lovecraft: and inserted coarse references to anatomy
Lovecraft: there were indeed some horrors in this house
Lovecraft: and they were wet and gushy
Lovecraft: no bucket or mop would suffice
Lovecraft: they escaped with their lives, yet Danford was tormented by visions of the shoggoth unto madness
Lovecraft: for knowledge of the unknown has a terrible price, and death and ignorance are our only mercies
Lovecraft: the end
Derleth:
Barker:
Poe:
Koontz:
King:
King: so, Dean, I have this DVD of Norm of the North
John W. Campbell: say, that's a pretty good yarn, but couldn't more happen with the shapeshifting
Campbell: what if the shoggoth was able to fully mimic its human prey
Lovecraft: fully ASSIMILATED among men?
Lovecraft: there is cosmic horror, sir, and then there is simply bad taste
Thanks to guest writer my pal Morbiose for help with this thread!
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I love wof but heres some annoying technical things I despise about it
The scaling of Pyrrhia is nuts. You're telling me they flew across the ENTIRE world in a few weeks?? Like bro. And Pantala is basically an island, not even a continent with how much space the damn Hives take up.
Also the populations? There should be MILLIONS of dragons but naw, just a few hundred of each tribe. What? I mean I guess the war and whatnot but like?? They're the dominant species of the world??? Can't tell me that RainWings are the largest tribe when SandWing have all that space too and SeaWings have the entire ocean, but naw RainWings. SandWings I can understand cause so many of them were killed but SeaWings aren't more populated??? SeaWings?????
The scaling of dragon to scavengers is completely inconsistent and drives me nuts. Are they the size of a mouse? A cat? A monkey? How do they compare to other animals??
SeaWings "turning on" their night vision. Girl how do you think eyes work?
SkyWings being red and orange instead of sky colors. I mean I guess if it was like males that were bright and females were more bluish gray, sure, but it seems weird they'd need to stand out so much. Though I suppose if you even see one it's too late cause they're so fast.
Surely dragons must have better senses of smell? It's not talked about much at all.
OH MY GOD THE TWO THOUSAND YEAR GAP WHERE DRAGONS ALL LOOK AND TALK EXACTLY THE SAME AS THEY DID. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG TWO THOUSAND YEARS IS. TWO *HUNDRED* YEARS AGO THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE WAS WILDLY DIFFERENT. 2000 YEARS AGO, CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG BUT ENGLISH DIDN'T EVEN EXIST
Language evolution is a thing, Tui, especially over Two Thousand Years. Do you know how cool it would have been for Darkstalker to at least have an accent or speak Olde English but nooo. In the actual book Darkstalker, I understand; as making them speak a weird old language for the entire book would be exhausting and meaning is better interpreted if the language makes sense. But like? When he's talking to dragons 2000 years later? Some contrast would have been cool. Like every thirty seconds he says some weird extinct word out of habit and everyone is like ??
How come in 3000 years one species of dragon evolved into 10 tribes but 2000 years didn't even give them any new inventions or language changes. Ain't no way. Also there's no explanation of how or why they evolved that fast and adapted all their wildly different traits. A dragon tribe family tree would be so cool.
Not an unusual opinion but erasing animus magic. I had PLANS! Come on!
Why do IceWings have spikes? Why?
Also why are there IceWings named Penguin and also ones named Polar Bear. Penguins live in the SOUTH POLE. If this planet does not have a SOUTH POLE, there should be no PENGUINS. If it DOES have a SOUTH POLE, we need to MEET the SOUTHERN ICEWINGS.
Various other animal and habitat glitches: animals that live nowhere each other being used for names in the same tribe.
SEASONS???? SUMMER AUTUMN WINTER SPRING?? I'M SEEING THE NAME WINTER BUT I'M NOT SEEING A FKING WINTER?? RAINWING DRY SEASON WET SEASON?? SANDWING SEASON OF STORMS?? AUTUMN LEAVES? LIGHT SEASON AND DARK SEASON WAY UP NORTH WITH THE ICEWINGS?? HOLIDAYS IN THE DARK SEASON TO CHEER THEM UP?
Why do IceWings all have blue eyes if their blood is blue? Are they all albino? Has Tui ever heard of snow shine?? These poor dragons should all have eye damage cause their poor unpigmented eyes don't protect them from the snowshine burning their retinas
Why don't MudWings have fins or webbed talons? They don't need gills but they are semi aquatic so?
Every time it mentions HiveWings flapping their wings instead of buzzing I lose a week off my life expectancy
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