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26) At Peace

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 6.4k | Warnings: none

Dividers by cafekitsune

"Slow down, Phea! I don't have these special squirrel powers like you!" - "Oh bugger! No blamin' my super ninja skills, (Y/n)!", the squirrel mink Phea swings from branch to branch with ease, as for you can barely keep up with her pace. Climbing up the uneven bark of a giant nutmeg tree, your eyes accidently peek down, leaving you breathless and whimpering out of shock. You are easily almost two hundred feet off the ground. If it weren't for your stomach of steel, others might have already lost their poise, close to retching.

To Phea's notice, she comes back to your level, supporting you gently with her hand on your back: "Don't look down now eh? We don't want ya to land on your keghead, do we?" - "My god...are we finally there yet? It's been an hour now!"

Chuckling to your complaint, she heaves you up a larger branch and helps you steady your wobbly legs. Pointing to the tree crown not far above, she declares gleefully: "We're almost there! My hideout is right there on top. Hang on!"

It takes a second for you to realise, that Phea has hooked her arm under yours and instructs you to suck in your gut. Wait, what? With one powerful jump, she slings the both of you up through the tree's pointy twigs and leafs, earning a surprised yelp from you.

After that turbulent leap of faith, your eyes widen by the scenery emerging before you. What a sight to behold. An ocean of trees spreads over the lands and a majestic looking old temple peeks through the green gardens. The sun hits your face and heats up the air around you, the sweat trickling down your back.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Now, I want you to hold on to this, and we'll glide over to that temple ye?", Phea huffs satisfied, as she readies the glider in the small tree house cabin, on the wooden plattform that you took a stand. This woman is going to be the death of you. She sure is an adrenaline junky, you think to yourself, while watching the mink preparing your lift.

She guides you through the whole procedure and shows you where to land, fastening a rope to your hips, which is secured onto the glider. "Alright, all set? Awesome! Fair winds and blue skies! I'll see ya at the meeting point!" - "Wai- WOAH!", she pushes you off the edge and the glider carries you over the breathtaking picturesque jungle beneath.

The wind smoothly glides along your skin and your heart nearly beats out of your chest in excitement. Birds in all kinds of colours fly along side you, forming a 'V' flock formation. That feeling is mesmerizing and you can't help but to laugh in astonishment.

You can see the temple growing taller, getting closer and closer. This is it. Doing as Phea told, you unlock the safety rope and let yourself fall into the green lush below. Enormous leafs catch and cushion your long fall, softly sliding along the giant plant onto the ground.

As your feet touch the earth, you let out a cheer of enthrallment. Close behind you follows Phea, also coming down from her high. "THAT...was fucking amazing!" - "See? Told ya this is wicked!", you laugh delightedly, beaming at your quirky friend. Thus, she leads the way to the reffered temple right infront of you.

"I must warn ya though, no word to Wanda! I'll be road kill, if she finds out!", she mutters lowly, telling you to keep this discreet. Curious, you ask her who else knows about this. The squirrel girl gives you a short kept clarification: "Well, Wanda and Carrot, but they're not aware that me and my sister Tristan do too."

Oh dear, this turns out to be much more of a hassle than it ought to be in the first place. However, you find it strange, that this temple is forbidden to enter. "What is it with the arctic and your mink tribe? Aren't you the same kin?", this question let's Phea's fur stand on end. Anxiously she shushes you with a finger on your mouth.

"Don't you ever mention this back in the village. They will claw your eyes out...", alarmed, the squirrel sways her tail back and forth, close to whispering these words to you. Following her up the stairs, you grasp the moonstone in your hand firmly. This is the moment of truth. After months of research, this will hopefully provide you some clarity to the darkness roiling inside you.

Phea stutters, interrogating you cautiously: "So, why do ya need to know more about the arctic tribe? You friends with one or something?" - "You could say that. I'm actually trying to find out more about the moonstone's powers." By hearing that, the woman next to you freezes in place, her eyes filled with terror.

Seeing her trembling makes your head tilt in concern: "What is it?" - "This cursed thing? D-Do you have it...here?" With the pendant in hand, you show it to her by lifting it up, presenting the marvelous stone. Nothing comprehesive spills out of her, as she takes a few steps back.

"Are you actually...chosen?", Phea turns to you in worry, holding her quivering hands together. In a quick shrug you signalise your uncertainty and explain the events you've experienced relating this relic. A fascinated huff escapes your friend, as she comes closer to you again: "(Y/n), this is the reason why the arctic and jungle minks seperated. They are obsessed with the might of their so called goddess Tsukiyomi. Given our true form, as known as Sulong, as soon as we gaze upon the moon, we are granted with more strength and speed, regardless our subrace. The arctics found a way to commune with the goddess and even sacrifice themselves to earn more and more power. They're practically addicts!"

Listening to her tellings, you two follow through the wide halls of the imperious temple. A few holes in the upper walls let the light shine through, making it easier to orient yourself in this cobble stone maze. Moss and other plants uknown to you crawl along the ground, reaching up to the ceiling, nearly burying over the whole stone underneath.

At the end of the corridor appears a giant cube formed stele, encarved with strange looking language. Your eyes widen in wonder: "A poneglyph..." - "Scary eh? Ancient history of our ancestors is inscripted on this invincible rock, but given the fact, that this temple his forbidden, only shows that this one must tell the story of our seperation with the arctics."

Intimidating. There's so many questions, but it's impossible to get answers out of this unintelligeble language on this stele. How unfortunate, to this point there's no reason to stay here. Perhaps Phea is able to tell you more about the incidient and the deity.

"You mentioned Tsukiyomi. Who was Faemunlin then?" - "To be honest with ya, I have no clue. The only thing I know, he was a chosen guardian wearing this exact stone!.", this information enlightens you immensely. You understand now.

Everything what Yukino told you, back at Minion Island. Faemunlin wasn't a god, he was a guardian of the gods, a human bestowed with power beyond imagination, earning the, so to speak 'title' of a demi-god. The thoughts begin to race in your head. That stone, it's testing the bearers might, to see if one is worthy. It's the power source of a guardian.

Recalling to Yukino's told tales, Faemunlin disobeyed Tsukiyomi's conviction, to kill everyone with the will, the enemy who carries this name, instead, he fell in love with a D to his demise. He sealed his own fate. This is rather tragic. The dream you had, taking shape more or less.

As far as you know, you haven't received a clear sign of being the "chosen one", however for a short amount of time, it felt like it, after the incident at the Red Marrow Isles. A shiver runs down your spine, as it dawns on you, that you'll have to be tested once more. You need to know, to be certain.

Strangely enough, you haven't had these terrible nightmares anymore, since the one at the City Isle. Maybe you aren't the chosen one? A mixture of relief and confusion makes itself vacant in you.

Coming to a conclusion, you'll have to find a substitute necklace and wear it around your neck. The stone must be carried by heart and to your knowledge, you'll have to face a worthy opponent, for it to trigger it's powers and induce them on you.

"Phea, I think I've seen enough. Let's head back to the village.", hearing those words, the mink's tension visibly loosens off her shoulders, relieved by your decision.

"Zoro no! He shouldn't drink any alcohol in his state!", the little reindeer gives the swordsman a piece of his mind, seeing how he swung his arm around the shoulder of the freshly stitched up surgeon of death. Who would have thought, that a doctor needed help from another doctor?

Law's right arm is completely wrapped in bandages, which should indicate to anyone with common sense, that he shouldn't be handled roughly. That perscription falls on deaf ears of the pirate hunter, for he thrusts his wooden jug filled with sake into the air, wanting nothing but to converse with the annoyed supernova sitting beside him.

"Dammit!", Law exclaims, attempting to tear himself off the highly tending to get drunk swordsman, holding him in his clutches, not exaggeratedly speaking. Chopper supresses a little giggle, watching those two stoic men roughhousing unintendedly: "He's stubborn, but as long as he doesn't smuggle some alcohol into your mug, you should be fine." - "I think I'll just pass on any kind of liquid handed to me tonight..."

Zoro seems appalled by Law's declaration and nudges him playfully: "Oh come on Casanova! Just relax! You're able to see your crew and puppy again!" How the surgeon just wants to tear this imbecile apart. With his eyes wide open and pupils barely visible, he rasps at the green-hair: "Can you not? Stop this bullshit you dumbass!"

Laughing at his gripe, the pirate hunter takes another big sip of his mug, a wide grin spreading over his face. 'Beyond repair' crosses Law's mind, knitting his brows in a head shake. Chopper doesn't quite understand the meaning of this banter and asks innocently: "Puppy? Do you have a pet dog?"

This isn't happening. Not sure how to reply to that wholesome question, the surgeon only stutters a low 'No', practically breaking the tipsy swordsman next to him. Bursting out in a snort he adds: "In his case you could call it a pet!"

That was the last straw. Loosing all his composure, he snaps at the gawking in tears moss-head: "Fuck off! Give it a rest already!" The reindeer sweat drops and tries to avert from the current topic, scratching the back of his head. "I'm curious how Zou is like. You said your crew awaits you there?", Law sighs a strained groan and gives Chopper a light hum and a nod in confirmation.

Excited, a cute laugh escapes the Straw Hat's doctor and sparkles in the shape of stars beam out of his eyes: "This is all so nerve wracking. Well, the positive way I mean. But, I'll have to excuse myself for now. Need to check on some antipyretic analgesics for you. See ya!" How can something so cute talk so professionally? It's beyond Law's comprehension, but he considers it to be rather adorable, not likely admitting it to public that is.

Again, the swordsman presses his elbow into his sides coyly: "Pet." - "Shut up."

Time stands still for you, feeling as if you're on holidays, enjoying a safari trip. If only it weren't for the ever growing ache in your heart. You notice how the crew is overflowing in worry as well, drowning themselves in scittery and nervous conversations, speculating if something might have happend to the Captain.

The moon slowly switches places with the sun, the dark blue sky being enlightend by the soft white light of the trabant. Laying in your hammock, you stare up into the sky, a low little 'I love you' whispered to yourself, wishing he was here right now.

Dreamily closing your eyes, approaching footsteps keep you from taking a nap. Indeed, a nap. You weren't able to sleep the past few days, overthinking the Captain's arrival over and over again. Turns out to be more difficult than you anticipated. At the beginning, you were fully confident, that it will be bearable. Oh how wrong you were.

Tristan greets you warmly, giving you a sweet: "Garchu (Y/n), how are you doing? I thought I'd keep you company for a bit." - "Tristan! Garchu! That's really kind of you." Taking a seat next to you on a neighbouring hammock, she lets it sway back and forth playfully, joining you in watching the stars glide by faintly.

Surprised, the squirrel mink points to the sky: "Oh look! A shooting star! Make a wish!" Taken aback, your head shoots to the direction she indicates to you and you smile by the sight of the scene playing before you. The wish you make is more than obvious, Tristan however isn't aware and asks you about it, the curious girl she is.

Humming shyly, you reveal it to her: "I wish, that our Captain will arrive soon." Tristan's bushy tail starts to sway restlessly, as she looks at you knowingly. "I sense you want to mate with him." - "What the- Tristan! Since when have you been so straight foward?! N-No...I-", the way you hold yourself, trying to hide your creeping blush on your face, only lets the nurse burst into laughter.

There's no way you can hide your true feelings from her, mink's probably have a keen sense of smell or just have a very formidable intuition. Could turn out quite bothersome, if the topics they managed to identify aren't kept discreet.

"There's no denying it, apologies.", she humbly bows her head to you, her ears drooping slightly in abashment. Accepting her apology, you wave it off, not taking her statement personally. She is right however, you want him. The dream you had recently proves it quite vividly.

The hammock sways you from left to right, softly rocking you into tiredness. You feel how your eyelids grow heavier with each blink you take. The observant nurse Tristan is, huffs at you musedly and heaves herself out of the taut cloth: "I think it's time for you to take some rest. I wish you a good night, (Y/n)." Bearly capable to speak, you mumble a low 'Goo- nigh- Tris...tan'.

She gently closes the door to your balcony and makes sure, your little flat is secured. Her lips form into a content smile, thinking what a curious and loving human you are.

You feel hot. Why? Squiggling in your hammock, your eyes open up in a small crack, realising the warm rays of the sun dance through the air, heating you up like a sausage in a, quite literally, blanket. Did you just sleep through the night and day? Stretching out the strain in your neck, you feel yourself rested for the first in a long time. Delightful.

What's not so delightful, is the fact that you overslept once again. Storming into your room, hunting for some clothes and attempting to fix your hair in the mirror, you prepare to make your way to the inn's dining room, where you're supposed to meet your crew mates for breakfast.

A peek to the clock tells you, that it's way past breakfast time. "Oh my fu- gods.", you curse inwardly, picking up the pace and closing the door behind you with a loud slam. Running through the village you greet each and every citizen with a meak smile, which is no news to them already, for they have no other image of you. That's just you and they think it to be a charming trait of yours.

Arriving at the inn you calm your fastened breath and enter with a few last exhausted huffs. Of course, you missed everyone already, sighing in disappointment. Not completely alone, you get greeted by a giggling Phea, who works at the inn: "Well good morning keghead! Did you finally have a good night's or day's sleep? It's 5 pm." - "Garchu Phea! Unexpectedly I did!"

Thus you order the usual and the squirrel readies your food and drink, while holding a cheerful chat with you. It warms your heart, being that appreciated by these kind people here in Zou. You don't take that for granted, after all they did for you. Taking you in for uncoutable weeks is something to be incredibly grateful for, how will you ever be able to repay that.

Sipping on your coffee, you ask Phea about your team: "Do you know where my mates ran off to? I haven't seen a single one of them." - "Bepo mentioned something about your Captain's Vivre card moving, being all jumpy and excited about it." What? Is he finally coming? But you just started eating. Almost tempted to gulp down the food in one go, you take bigger bites out of it, not wanting to miss his arrival. Phea slows you down: "Alright alright, put ya hooves in your tracks! You'll be spewing it rather quickly if you keep up that pace!" Biting your lip, you rumble in impatience.

Unhurried, the Captain wanders through the calmed jungle paths, engulfed in the golden light of the sunset. Sounds of crickets chirping and frogs croaking resonate from the thicket below the giant nutmeg trees. A warm breeze wafts over the slightly nackered man, observing the Vivre card in his hand, following it's indication.

Loud rustling coming from the bushes near him, catches his attention, bringing him to a stand. Lifting his gaze from the paper to his surroundings, he notices the all to familiar faces, peeking through the green growth. His lips curl into a smile and a simple chuckle leaves him, by acknowledging the silly bunch he calls his crew.

Tears of joy shoot into Bepo's black beady eyes, seeing the Captain stand only a few feet away from him, supressing the roiled up anxiety within him, whimpering and sniffling the droplets on his fur away. Everybody cheers in content and relief, practically jumping out of the hiding: "Captain!"

Without a care in the world, the Vice Commander runs up and calls out to him, hopping into his arms, nearly crushing his superior in his bear hug: "You came for us!" Thrilled, they gather around their long-awaited Captain, throwing their fists into the air in glee. "I missed you! All the members of the heart pirates are here!", in a broken voice, the polar bear nuzzles up his snout against Law's cheek repeatedly, earning a sneer from him.

Shachi reluctantly interrupts this reunion, nevertheless questions if his intention is to squash his Captain alive. All flustered, the Vice Commander gets back to the ground again, apologizing humbly. Pointing out his astonishment, he adds: "Captain, I'm amazed to know you beat Doflamingo!" Law, hesitantly remarking it wasn't his work completely, gets interrupted by Penguin, who dives in, suggesting to hold the conversation to catch up elsewhere. The doctor agrees to it gladly with a low 'Okay' and follows them deeper into the forest.

This oversleeping habit is going against the grain for you. How come you always miss the best part of the day, everyday? There's definitely the need for a stronger waking method. Taking the final bite off your plate, you drink the last sip of coffee to wash it down: "Gods, how embarrassing...." - "Don't be ashamed (Y/n)! We love ya just like that! Wacky and crazy. I bet your crew does all the same!"

Her words give your face a light hue of red out of abashment and you hand over the empty dishes to her, humming a sweet tone. Preparing yourself to go on your way to meet the others, you get out of your seat: "If I can help you with tonight's dinner Phea, let me know alright? Though I might not need one." The squirrel already stands in the kitchen at the back and calls out her thanks to you, accepting your kind offer.

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Hence you turn on your heels, to go out the front door, but a tall and familiar silhouette leans at the frame, looking straight at you. Your heart leaps out of your chest, almost immediately recognising that lean figure, presumedly waiting for you. Hesitantly you approach him and the mere shadows along his thin physique disperses into splashes of colour.

Wearing a black west with a yellow heart encircling his left side, he doesn't miss out on his usual spotted jeans and of course - his hat. A beige backpack is slung over his shoulders and his right arm is bandaged up completely. You can't believe your eyes.

Trembling in falter, your hands cover your mouth, preventing a touched cry from becoming too loud: "Holy shit...look at you, Trafalgar Law! I never thought anyone could mature that much in a brief amount of months, but here you stand!" Steel eyes mellow at your exclaim. Gradually setting his weapon to the side, he opens his arms, inviting you over.

And there you are, enclosed in his warm arms, snuggling up against his strongly heaving chest, listening to his heart, which is beating rather rapidly. You feel how your own beat synchronizes with his, closing your eyes, taking in his energy. Law's head props up on yours, also nestling his cheek against you. Phea comes back from the kitchen, but before she can even enter through the door, she freezes at the ongoing before her: "Oh, umm. I think I forgot something in the stove...I'll be right...uh."

Backing up, she considerately closes the door again, not wanting to disturb this reuniting. The Captain takes a step back to take a closer look at you, without a single word. How you long to hear his entrancing voice to speak. With utmost care, his slim hands cup your face, lifting up your gaze.

If it weren't for the evening ambience and your tensed breathing, everything around you grows silent, nothing in the world doesn't seem to dare interfere the closeness between him and you. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes out of joy as you muster a shy whisper: "You've been on my mind all the time." Languidly pressing his forehead against yours, the tip of his hat being pushed upwards, he replies uncharacteristically soft: "As you have been on mine."

And finally, you bring up the courage to kiss him. When you carefully inched closer to his face, you saw a hint of nervousness and fluster in his mesmerizing grey irises. You feel his lips quivering under yours, as you melt into him. Impulsively yet cautious, he pulls you in, the need for your touch only intensifying. The hands that cupped your face, glide down your neck, along your waist and come to rest on your hips.

At long last, his heart feels at peace, knowing you are alright. Even more than that. You stand there, in his arms, sharing his breath. It incomparably exhilarates him, for a satisfied sigh leaves him in between the kisses he plants onto your honey sweet lips.

Before it gets overly heated, he parts from you, pulling a hair strand from your face: "The others are waiting outside. Already up and about on gathering food for tonights banquet. We might want to warn your friend in the kitchen over there." - "Oh my! I'll inform her in a minute. But, how did you know I was here?"

Your innocent question lets the Captain smile subtly, as he declares: "They only jested you'd probably still be eating breakfast at this inn. Turns out they weren't wrong." Facepalming in embarrassment, you mumble your apologies through your fingers and he laughs lighty to your surprise. Taking your shielding hands in his, he gently places a kiss on your delicate skin of your digits, his gaze not a second wavering from your deep (e/c) ones, signalising you to calm down.

This simple gesture incinarates you entirely and lets you feel things, you missed so terribly all these months. Slinging the nodachi back on his shoulder, he motions you to get prepared for a joyful evening and you do as told, searching for the squirrel mink in the kitchen: "Hey Phea! The crew will be arriving with fresh ingredients soon. Up for a cooking party?" - "I bet ya! This is going to be a pretty wicked reunion feast ye?", confirming her question with a thumbs up, you take a look back at the front door, waving at your Captain in full delight, who tips his hat at you with his trademark smirk.

It fills you with joy, seeing the crew singing and dancing in elation, crowding up the whole inn. Together with Phea, you serve the food in pots and bowls of all sizes on the tables, for everyone to enjoy. You see Ikkaku hanging out with Clione and Uni, probably gossiping on and on. On the other side you discover Shachi and Penguin, toasting a bottle of sake and already awaiting his Captain, sitting at the table, is no other than Bepo, just like you taking in the vibe of his surroundings.

Carefully placing your hand on his shoulder, you ask for his well-being, who at first jumps at your sudden ministration, but grins all over both ears by hearing your voice, replying cheerfully: "Captain introduced us to the Straw Hats and invited them to our inn to share this feast with us. A few accepted, so he's bringing them over!" - "Really? This is going to be so awesome!"

With the inn full to the brim, the banquet is in full swing. Not for long, you hear Law booming through the crowd saying: "Be nice to my crew, I don't want any idiotic incidents tonight." - "Calm down, Tora-o!" That voice. Have you heard it somewhere before? That boy's laugh isn't hard to overhear and you scan the area, trying to find that face to that chipper giggling.

You take a seat at the bar and let your gaze hover over the heads, listening to the conversations, each more entertaining than the other. Then, you suddenly get fist bumped into your upper arm: "Wolf girl, long time no see." - "Roronoa! Indeed, it's been a while!" The green-head smiles, leaning at the counter next to you.

Jestingly you ask if he's in for a drink, to which of course he can't say no. In a swift movement you get to work, serving him a glass full of rich alcohol, earning a delighted grin from the swordsman, who nods at you gratefully.

"Say, I hope you are behaving around my Captain, pirate hunter?", you muse as you ready a few glasses more for additional possible orders, "As good as I can, he's a tough guy. A'ight, I'll head over to the others, see you around (Y/n)." In reply you let out a whole-hearted laugh and wish him a nice evening, as to your surprise, a little creature tries greet you.

It hops up and down and waves at you: "Hi! I just wanted to introduce myself! I'm Chopper!" - "O-Oh my god, hello! You need anything?" Kindly declining your offer he thanks you for the feast you served tonight, while munching on a candy apple. What a kind small...racoon? "Not to be rude or anything, but what are you, exactly?" - "Oh, I'm a reindeer! You're one of a few not just presuming anything, thank god!", bursting out in low titters, you give Chopper a head pat.

He gives you a shy chuckle and adds, before going his way: "I must mention, your Captain is a formidable doctor! I am one myself! It's so cool to exchange some knowledge with him, though he's kinda scary..." Surprised you let out a quiet gasp. Looking to the side, your gaze meets with Law's, who stands a few feet away from you, overhearing your chat with the reindeer. A perfect opportunity to tease: "Oh are you? Now I have two favorite doctors!" - "Oh stop it, you idiot! Haha, you don't mean that!"

Doing a little bashful dance, pink tints on Choppers cheeks as he smiles over both antlers. So, you take a peek through the corner of your eye, able to identify an overall flustered surgeon of death, doing his typical bashful hat move, turning away to hide from you, seeking company elsewhere. (Y/n) : 1 , Law : 0.

Let's see how this evening turns out, this ought to be rather stimulating.

After rearranging some pots and bowls with freshly made food, people are up for round two, giving you and Phea a hearty cheer. "Ya lot is crazy cute, I like 'em buggers!", the squirrel mink conveys to you with a sweet hum, to which you reply with an eager nod, telling her that they are the best out there.

Unexpectedly, a tall skeleton walks by you and stops in it's tracks as it sees you sitting at the bar: "Hello! You must be the lovely lady who served this banquet am I correct?" - "Th-that's me! Hope you can enjoy it...since...well. You are-" Not sure how to break it to him without actually offending him in anyway, he interrupts cheery: "Dead? Indeed! However, you're food is so delicious, my face is about to fall off."

For a fleeting moment, he only giggles inwarldy, noticing your struggle and proceeds: "Wait, I don't have a face...yohoho!" You can't help but crack up, covering your mouth to supress the outburst. That was not what you anticipated and you swipe away the tears: "Never have I ever met a skeleton this odd before! Can I offer you something to drink?" With a sophisticated bow he takes the offer and watches you prep another glas.

Thanking you, he gets stuck on a tone of curiousity and apparently means to asks for your name indirectly, thus you introduce yourself warmly. In a swoon he utters: "Glad to make your aquaintance, (Y/n). First and foremost, I have a question for you." - "Shoot." There is this dramatic build up again, as if he's preparing another joke, but you're deftly wrong about that assumption. Lowering his voice, he directs: "May I see your panties?"

Before you can even buffer what he just said, a loud thud against his head takes you aback, for an orange-haired lady just knocked sense into the skeleton. "I'm so sorry! That's typical for ol' Brook here. Please forgive him. Oh, I'm Nami by the way! Nice to meet you!", she rambles, words coming out of her like a machine gun. You don't know what to say, but only chuckle to that silly display of her tearing away that yelping skeleton, complaining about that bump she punched into his skull. How is that even possible?

Another person joins the fun, laughing at you :"Hey! You must be the Wolf girl Tora-o told me about! I saw you at the auction house, I remember you pulled a pretty brave stunt!" This must be Monkey D. Luffy, the infamous Straw Hat. What a night! So many new faces that you'll have to remember and it's not all of them.

"He told you right, I'm (Y/n). You must be Luffy, I heard you were great at Dressrosa!" - "Yup! And yeah I kicked Mingo's ass! That bastard doesn't deserve any better.", though this is a simple and delightful conversation, you are at unease in his presence. There is something about him, it's unclear to you, but it feels off. Is the D in his name concerning you?

"Oh, you got any left over meat somwhere? It's all out already.", such a bubbly boy, you're fascinated by how fast he changes the subject. Barely keeping up, you show him the way to the table, served with all kinds of meat dishes. In a blink of an eye, he storms off, screaming: "Thanks Okami!"

Okami? Did he really just give you a nickname? You don't specifically mind, but it's rather unusual to hear. Again, a shudder runs along your spine, hearing him laugh. Not that you think him awkward, quite the opposite, he is a handful sure, however you find him truly likeable. How can you not? Luffy supported your Captain beyond measure, to that you are tremendously grateful for.

Exhausted, you seek yourself to the bar, now preparing a drink for yourself, after all that ruckus. Now and then, members of your crew order a drink as well, but they don't keep you from sipping on that sweet fragrant wine. You close your eyes in felicity, indulging yourself in the faint grape aftertaste on your tongue. The burning liquid flows down your throat as you exhale in satisfaction. The white fluffy hat hovering through the crowd seizes your attention. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to talk to your Captain whole evening, not wanting to opress this poor man getting interrogated by each and every single crew member about his adventures.

You already resigned yourself to rest, which seems far from becoming a reality. Just as you took a seat back at the bar stool, a tall blonde man stands at the counter, puffing a cigarette, the smoke forming in to a heart as soon as he laid his eyes upon you: "What brings me the honor of crossing a lovely lady like you?" - "Who told you, you could smoke here Mister?"

Raising his curly brows at you he apologises and puts out the source off wafting lung clogging pungent. 'So demanding' he feebles, for now even his eyes take shapes of hearts. What is it with this man? "I'm Sanji, the Straw Hat's chef." - "(Y/n), you could say the heart pirate's Cargo Supervisor."

Resembling to Chopper's little bashful dance, he cups his reddening cheeks in his hands and expresses his pleasure in meeting you. One can see you are clearly getting uncomfortable around him being so foward, inching in on you without regard of personal space. Unconsciously, you observe that the Captain has exited out the front door, all the while you remain occupied with keeping this highly meddlesome man at bay.

"Sweet (Y/n)-chan, will you share the receipe to that amazing stew with me? You have no idea how much you inspired me!", he coos at you, attentively propping himself onto the heightend desk next to you. Without question, he's too close for comfort. On your temple builds a droplet of sweat, slowly gliding down you skin, only enhancing your hardship: "Well, uh...I-". Is all you're able to mutter, before the blonde vanishes in a fraction of a second, leaving you completely bedazzled.

"Miss me?", a more intriguing figure appears infront of you, flashing you a charming sneer that you find so overly attractive. Shit. (Y/n) : 1 , Law : 1. Was that for the indirect 'favorite doctor' banter? You should have seen it coming, that a certain white hat might interfere this rather inescapable encounter, with the goal to get right back at you. Still, never will you get used to his ability to teleport and swap places with anything and anyone he wants.

A blush makes itself visible on your cheeks, for Law exchanged himself with the pestering chef, meaning he took his exact position, only a few inches away, narrowing at you. The stuttering mess that you are, blurts out: "It seems to me, it's you who missed me." - "Don't be ridiculous (Y/n)-ya, I just saved your stupid behind."

Coming from the entrance yells an angered chef, storming right at the surgeon with such fury: "Tora-o! How dare you take me away from this gorgeous angel on eart-" How you love witnessing this play of Law turning around, giving him his famous death stare, growling at the frozen curly brow: "You mess with my crew, you bear the concequences. Move it!"

He bumps into the blonde's shoulder and pushes him along, the chef tumbling backwards, holds out to you: "We were only chatting Tora-o!" - "I don't think you need to stand twenty inches close to hold a mere conversation, Black-Leg-ya." Why does the Captain's composure through all this, heat you up to the core? That little glance over his shoulder, while walking off the perverted chef, gods be damned, it sends tingles all over your body. What are you on about, Trafalgar?

The eventful evening comes to an end. More and more people leave the feast, heading to their sleep quarters or continuing to party elsewhere, not wanting to overstay their welcome at Phea's inn. Back in the kitchen, you and your squirrel mink friend clean the dishes, keeping the chatting at minimum, for the both of you are quite tired at this point.

"Thank you for helping me out tonight (Y/n), that would've been a real pain in my fluffy bum!", you chuckle to her expressive choice of words and you smile warmly in reply.

After a long night of completing the last few chores, you stretch strainedly and swing your hoodie over your shoulders. Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, you sigh in irritation, for it says thirty minutes past midnight and you call out to Phea: "See you tomorrow?" - "Yeah nah, I'll be over at Auntie Wanda's, the inn's closed tomorrow, but we'll prolly see eachother, no biggie!"

Before closing the kitchen door behind you, you wish her a good night and make your way to your temporary flat. It was then, when you realized, a man stands at the entrance's doorframe, again. Talking about déja-vu?

"Can I help you doctor?", you walk up next to him, cooing a cute little hum at him. He looks you up and down and offers you to walk you to your quarters, to which you can't supress a big smile to. "We didn't have the chance to fully indulge ourselves in our reunion." - "That we haven't. Aren't you tired of telling your stories for the quadrillionth time?", the two of you leave the inn and he huffs to light amusement.

"One more time can't hurt. Other than that, I don't mind if it's you.", those mellow steel eyes practically envelope you in a fuzzy warm feeling. There's no place on earth you'd rather be right now, than here beside your Captain.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x y/n #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #x reader #fanfic fluff #fanfiction #beautiful mind #fluff #sfw

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Could you possibly do a riverdale prompt where Kevin gets really sick and it's up to Archie and jughead to be the caretakers as Betty and Veronica are away? Thanks so much!

(I’m so happy about this prompt because I’ve wanted to explore Kevin for so long because he’s the best!! And also since we don’t know much about Kevin at this time, a lot of his family life is my headcanon so sorry if that turns out to be wrong I just wanted to explore his family dynamic!! Also I never cease to unnecessarily add in DEH references :“) I’m sorry)

"Kevin–we can postpone–” Betty insisted over FaceTime, frowning as she took in her friend’s pale, sickly appearance.

“Betty, its–” Kevin turned away to cough chestily, into his fist, sniffling as he turned back to Betty teary-eyed, “Betty, its fine. You and Veronica have been planning this little outing for months!”

Betty frowned, “But Kevin, you look awful–”

Kevin chuckled, clearing his throat as he continued to croak, “Thanks Betty, but honestly, I would never live myself if I got in between the B and V sweet, sweet..”

“Kevin!” Betty yelped, turning a deep shade of crimson with embarrassment.

Kevin laughed, until his chest intervened and he started coughing wetly, gasping for air as the cough never seemed to stop.

“Kev,” Betty muttered worriedly, to which he simply brushed her off as he grabbed for a glass of water next to his bed, and gulped heartily at it, desperate for the coughs to subside.

“Betty, I promise you I’m going to be just fine, I’ll be alive when you get back,” Kevin promised, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

Betty sighed, “Fine, Kev, look after yourself, okay?”

“I will. Have a great time, you guys! Bye!” Kevin smiled, waving as he ended the call and buried himself further under his blankets, opening the Netflix app, when his dad knocked at his door.

“Yeah? Come in,” Kevin croaked out, curling up as he flicked through Netflix trying to find a movie to watch.

Tom Keller opened the door gently, a bottle of coup syrup, a spoon and a new glass of water in his hands, a soft smile on his face, “How you feeling kiddo?”

Kevin shrugged, “Alright I guess, not quite dying if that helps?”

Tom chuckled, “That’s great news, Kev, also I recommend Ferris Bueller as a sick day movie.”

Kevin managed a weak grin, loading the movie up but paused it before it played to sit up, running a hand through his hair as his father approached him and felt at his cheek.

“That’s not too good,” Tom frowned, pouring the cough syrup into the spoon and brought the spoon close to Kevin’s mouth.

“Dad!” Kevin protested childishly.

The Sheriff glared, which was enough to shut his son up and fed him the syrup, to which Kevin took a good gulp of water afterwards.

“Sucks to see you sick, Kevin, but it’s a sure sign that you should take better care of yourself, especially now your musical is nearing,” Tom scolded lightly, his intentions definitely rooting from concern and love.

“I must sacrifice for my art,” Kevin joked dramatically, to which his dad could only huff and playfully ruffle his hair.

“Alright kid, please try and get to bed soon, okay? You need to rest, I don’t want you becoming any worse than you are..” Tom pleaded, looking extremely worried.

Kevin was going to make a joke, but after seeing the pure concern etched onto his father’s face he opted against it and smiled warmly, “I will, dad.”

“Well, goodnight son, get better soon and I love you,” He said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead then proceeding to exit his sick son’s room. He let out a breath he didn’t know he holding once the door shut behind him, looking up to a picture of his wife on the wall and wondering if he was doing enough for his son.

“God, Kathy..I wish you were here..”

Kevin woke up to a splitting headache, an extremely sore, raw throat and the sound of his dad hustling and bustling around the place, speaking to someone on his phone. He groaned, rubbing at his temples, trying to soothe the overpowering pain in his head. He took a sip from a glass of water–new, he noted, his father must’ve come to check on him last night–and weakly got out from the covers, dragging himself out of his room.

Kevin staggered down the stairs, across the hall to the kitchen where his father was taking out ingredients for soup and tea, kettle boiling, but also in a rather heated conversation.

“Listen, Larry, I am trying to come as soon as I can but Kevin is sick and–”

“Dad, go to work,” Kevin spoke, trying to sound strong and resilient so his father would be convinced that he would be okay for now but the raspiness and hoarseness of his voice probably just worsened and jeopardised the situation.

The Sheriff jumped slightly, turning around to face his son and his mouth parted very slightly, “Kevin! You shouldn’t be out of bed! Oh god, you look so sick..hang on, Larry I’ll call you back..”

Tom ended the fall much to the protests of his coworker and approached Kevin, feeling his cheek, gasping at the extreme heat, “Shit! That must be the highest it’s been since you got sick two days ago!Kevin–I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, this must be really bad and I cannot allow anything bad to happen to you..”

“Dad! I’ll be fine, honestly! Worse things are going to happen when you aren’t out there–oh,” Suddenly a wave of nausea hit him, everything around him intensifying, his senses flooding, a slight ringing in his ears as he stumbled, body light and falling before his father reflexively caught him, clinging on tight.

“Kevin!” He exclaimed as he lifted his son with some effort, suddenly realising his age as Kevin was much heavier than he used to–he wasn’t a child anymore. He carried him up the stairs and back into his bedroom, laying his son on his bed as he began to cough violently, choking as he did so. Tom hit his back, until Kevin could finally breathe again.

Exhausted, Kevin leaned back against his pillow as his dad with the same exhaustion, sat at the edge of his bed, rubbing his face.

“This is why I can’t leave you, Kev..”

Kevin breathed in heavily, trying to catch his breath and when he finally did, he rasped out, “Dad, the way Riverdale is going, they need you more than ever. The shadows are slowly but surely overtaking the light and you need to stop that before it’s too late.”

“Kevin I..”

“You need to be the man Little Kevin always looked up to–the man who stood up for the good and always did the right thing, at the expense of his own agenda, please, dad.”

“I just..I fear I’m not doing enough,” Tom whispered.

“..What..? Dad..” Kevin sat up weakly, reaching for his dad’s hand.

“It must be real hard on you, Kev..having to share your dad with the rest of the town..I’m always leaving you by yourself and it’s not right, you deserve more than that,"Tom sighed.

”..Dad..hey..I understand, I really do..the town needs you. I understand that, Mom would understand that.“ Kevin expressed, emphasising his last sentence. He turned away to cough harshly into his arm, and when he finished gave his dad a reassuring smile.

His dad managed to smile back when someone began to knock at the door.

"I’ll be fine, dad,” Kevin reassured finally, assuming it was his fellow colleagues coming to pick him up.

Tom sighed, giving a sad little smile before heading down the stairs, sighing as he opened the door, except the people at the door were not who he expected at all.

“Hey Sheriff Keller!” Archie Andrews beamed.

“..Wh..?”

“We’ve come for your son,” Jughead grinned.

Tom cleared his throat and gave them a sympathetic look, “Kevin’s actually sick..”

“Oh, we know, that’s why we’re here, to look after him,” Jughead explained.

Tom couldn’t help his smile, their kindness warming his heart and putting his troubled mind at ease, greatly touched and moved by their kindness, “Oh you boys..that’s so kind, thank you so much. H-he’s in his room.”

Archie and Jughead nodded, bounding up the stairs and into Kevin’s room.

“Oh my god dad–wait, what the hell?!” Kevin exclaimed, jumping slightly as his two friends practically burst into his room.

Kevin squinted, “..Betty tell you?”

“Uhhh..”,“ Archie stuttered.

"Yes, yes she did,” Jughead deadpanned, straight to the point, grinning ear to ear.

“But of course we’re here on our own accord, I make a killer soup,” Jughead followed up.

Kevin smirked, “What, is it gonna kill me?”

Jughead huffed, “Precisely. Exactly what I wish to achieve here.”

Tom walked into the room, a soft smile on his face, “I didn’t know you could make good soup, Jug.”

“He really does, Sheriff, he’s just the one sick all the time and doesn’t really get to make it,” Archie explained.

Kevin’s eyes widened, “Jug, you’re going to–”

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” Jughead shushed, pressing a finger to Kevin’s lips, “all will be well, child, you’ll see..”

Tom cleared his throat, “Will you boys be okay with Kevin here for a few hours?”

“We’ll try not to kill him, Sheriff,” Jughead laughed.

With a genuine smile, Tom left the room, satisfied enough and his troubled mind at ease.

Kevin sighed, “Thank you guys for coming, you really didn’t have to..but he’s been at it for days–he’s so worried that I’m going to die or something.”

Archie grinned playfully, “We’ll try our best not to, but no guarantees, of course.” Jughead left soon after that, going to make soup and leaving Archie alone.

Archie came closer to his friend and frowned upon examining the sickly features etched onto his face, not used to seeing his bubbly, energetic friend in such a state, placing a hand on his forehead which further deepened his frown. “You really are sick, huh?”

Kevin huffed playfully, “Am I?”

Archie couldn’t help his grin, fluffing Kevin’s pillows and tucking him into the blankets, hovering over him like an overprotective mother. His brow was furrowed in concern, brushing off hair that was on Kevin’s forehead. He was so stressed but Kevin couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Archie, calm down,” Kevin giggled.

Archie blushed, realising how much he was coddling his friend and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry..uh, have you had medicine?”

Kevin shook his head no and immediately Archie was opening the bottle of cough syrup his dad had brought up last night. He poured the the liquid into the spoon ever so carefully, obviously very tense and hand slightly shaking, tongue stuck out in concentration. Kevin pressed his lips to stop himself from laughing and trying to prevent Archie from spilling the medicine everywhere.

Carefully, shaking slightly, Archie brought the spoon towards Kevin’s face, and as he neared his mouth, accidentally shoved the spoon into Kevin’s mouth. Archie widened his eyes as Kevin quickly gulped down some water; shaking slightly, and managing to swallow before laughing. He smiled, “Don’t ever change, Arch.”

A few minutes later, the two boys could hear Jughead coming up the stairs, then proceeding to kick open the door, a tray containing a very aromatic, steaming bowl of chicken noodle. He approached his friends and set the tray on Kevin’s lap.

Jughead grinned, pulling on a very exaggerated French accent, “Voila! Le repas est servi, mon ami.”

Kevin grinned, the steam warming his shaky and shivering body. He tried to reach out for the spoon, and when he did his hand shook violently, metal rattling against the ceramic of the bowl as he dipped into the soup. He tried to bring the spoon to his mouth, but before he could lift the spoon out of the creamy liquid it fell out due to the vigorous shaking. Archie and Jughead frowned, shooting each other a look.

Archie sat down next to Kevin, taking the spoon from him and dipping the spoon back into the soup, lifting it towards his own lips and blowing at it. Kevin blinked, “..You’re not feeding me.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “You’re not feeding yourself anytime soon either, Kevin.”

Kevin huffed, and accepted his fate as Archie clumsily brought the spoon towards Kevin’s lips. Kevin sipped at the soup, the creamy texture ambrosia for his scratchy, sore throat. His senses were somewhat impaired and not to their maximum potential, but he could still taste the flavourful taste of Jughead’s soup, the richness and creaminess.

Kevin managed the majority of the soup, closing his eyes and laid back, “Thank you..both of you.”

Just as Kevin began to drift off into a peaceful wonderland, his body warm and comfortable against the soft, crisp sheets and mind finally at ease, his body jolted out of this temporary wonderland. He pitched forward and coughed violently, his chest heavy with congestion as he hacked and coughed.

Archie’s eyes widened, frozen and shocked, beginning to panic, “Kevin?!”

Kevin choked as the copious amounts of congestion in his chest prevented him from breathing, blocking his passageways. He gasped for air, continuing to cough powerfully, eyes welling up with tears and face going red as his body pleaded for it to be supplied with oxygen. Jughead recovered from the shock before Archie did, springing off his slouched position on the wall and rushed to Kevin’s side, hitting between his shoulder blades firmly, trying to get him to breathe.

Eventually Kevin spat out a bit of phlegm onto a tissue, gasping as he tried to supply his body with much needed air. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath and resupply his body with air. Jughead let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline from the past event, only to be greeted by a comforting back pat by Archie.

Archie was still pretty freaked out, eyes still wide, handing him a glass of water to which Kevin gulped it down. He ran a hand through Kevin’s hair, “Kevin, are you okay? You’re burning up..I’m so scared..”

“Archie, I’m fine–”

“No you’re not! Jesus, Jug, what do we do?? Should we take him to a hospital?!” Archie panicked.

“Shh,” Jughead reassured, feeling slightly alienated for being the calm one in the situation for once, patting Archie on the back soothingly.

“He’s fine for now, Arch. We just have to get his fever down and soothe his throat–will you go make him some tea, Arch?” Jughead suggested, hoping sending Archie off would give him some time to take a breather. Archie nodded, heading off down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Jughead turned back around to Kevin and gave him a warm smile, to which Kevin only looked guilty.

“..I didn’t mean to scare you guys..”

Jughead huffed fondly, ruffling Kevin’s hair fondly, “Its not your fault–Archie’s always worried unnecessarily when I’m sick, he always does this. He’s going to be just fine.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow, “Its because you hide your sicknesses all the time, you’re the worst, y'know? You’re taking years off his life–when he sees someone admitting they’re sick he thinks they’re dying thanks to you. And also, you are going to get sick.”

Jughead laughed, “I know, Kev, but you make sacrifices for the ones you love.”

Kevin blinked, feeling very fulfilled and loved, unable to help himself from the smile creeping onto his face as Jughead turned away to grab a towel and dampen it. He returned shortly after with a cold towel and laid it over his forehead.

“You’re going to be okay, dude,” Jughead promised, running a hand through his hair as Archie returned with some chamomile tea. Kevin offered him a sweet smile, relieved to see Archie looked a lot more composed now, not as shaky and panicked as he had been just then. Archie offered him the tea to which Kevin sipped at it gladly, extremely grateful for the soothing sensation of the warm liquid against his throat.

The warmth of the tea and the company of his friends left him feeling very safe and peaceful, closing his eyes knowing that everything would be okay. He snuggled up against the blankets, patting at both the vacant spaces on both his left and right, clearing calling them over.

“I’m sleepy..” Kevin yawned tiredly, his body demanding him to rest.

He hadn’t even requested or said anything, but the two boys knew exactly what they had to do. Archie looked at Jughead first, wondering if the boy was comfortable with this first and foremost, and even though he didn’t say a word Jughead knew what he was asking. Jughead nodded at him, smiling. They gave each other a knowing look and climbed onto bed with Kevin, cuddling with him until the sick boy drifted off to sleep.

Tom tiredly stuck his keys into the keyhole and twisted them, unlocking the door. He stepped into his house and pulled them out, pocketing them and heading straight for the stairs, eager to see how his son was doing. He climbed the stairs as quickly as he could without making a ruckus, and once he shuffled down the hall to the white door where a lovingly painted “Kevin” in cursive was painted, he halted. He couldn’t hear anything in there.

Tom quietly opened the door, and his heart warmed with the sight, a joyful smile creeping onto his face to see his son sleeping soundly, accompanied by his two friends holding him close, as if to protect him. He nodded slowly, more than content with what he saw and closed the door once again, leaving the friends to their peace for now. Who knew how long that peace would last in this town? He didn’t have the heart to take it from them.

He went down the stairs again to make himself a coffee, feeling fulfilled for the first time in forever. Tom knew that there would be moments he would miss, be spaces he wouldn’t be able fill, and that he would come up short a million different ways. However, he was relieved to know Kevin’s friends would be here to fill in the spaces he couldn’t, and he was forever grateful. As long as he stood by his son, as well as his friends, everything would stop feeling so big, until it all felt small.

#kevin keller #archie andrews #jughead jones #kevarchie #riverdale #fever #prompts #keghead??#is that what its called lmao #betty cooper #sickfic #these are all headcanons on kevins family life this is gonna look dumb as heck when s2 comes out haha

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