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heliconcarpet · 2 years

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Any Port in a Storm | summer

Chapter : 1 of 5

Relationship : Trafalgar Law x Gn!Reader childhood friend

Summary : Before the warlords title, or while he became a mastermind of any crucial incident, like the downfall of two sea emperors, Trafalgar Law was only a boy who was looking for his dear childhood friend through North Blue into the New World. It's what he seeks that is seeking him.

" Why worry too much about the daisies, (Name)? "

" And you! Why are you minding your time in the death frog? "

Law only shrugs his shoulders in response to your question. He is about to go back to focus on the unconscious frog aka the death one. You start thinking about how many pity frogs he caught just to fulfill his dream of becoming a famous surgeon. Although as a kid you admire Law's determination in surgery, perhaps the family environment influenced him a lot. Compared with Law, you'd likely work in the right brain area, which is all about the structural aspects of the imagination. You're way better at expressing yourself through painting. You once were Law's volunteer doing the frog anatomies doodle in his little notebook. It's almost full of your painting. Add a bright color here and there. Since then, you two almost proclaimed being a whole part of the brain, he as the left area, and you as the right area of the brain.

" Law, I was wondering if all my paintings had become real, like, they were alive out of the drawing book! "

" Well, now you're going to tell me about having the magic crayons or your other painting tools? "

" Imagine it, Law, in case your notebook with the colorful doodle I've made becomes alive. It does change the world! People would love every medical encyclopedia we made. Compare the dull explanation in the white - black bored medical books you always read! "

" Brilliant, " Law, as usual, does not amuse in your artsy stuff. "Now, (Name), could you please give some color in these parts? Thank you. " He ended the little unlogical chitchat by passing his notebook to you.

Law did not understand art or the painting days you constantly blabbered about, but he did enjoy and be pleasant even, when you accompanied him on his medical nerd days. In fact, Law and you play side by side as a whole, a gestalt. You two are as simple as the purest childhood best friends you've ever had. Count the number of times you've been the adorable stickers, inseparable. The innocence of love, like in a daisy field, has bloomed.

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It was a school holiday break when summer came in Flevance that year. You have some plans to visit the downtown area by 11 a.m with your mother. Specifically, the flower encyclopedia you've been dreaming of is going to be in your hands. You made a maximal effort to save money to buy it one day, and that day has arrived. Before leaving the house and heading to the bookstore, you might even do a little preparation by emptying some spaces in the rack. You grin from ear to ear until your face aches. You'd finished cleaning the rack when your mother on the first floor yelled at you, and the excitement you'd built since the morning vanished.

Your mother couldn't accompany you to buy your dream encyclopedia. It's enough to turn you into a whining baby when you complain about this and that to her, so she has a backup plan for you. She adds, "Why not ask Law for help, since the Trafalgar family were your neighbors?". Geez, it will always be the case that where there is you, there is Law, or vice versa. Law was already standing in front of your house's door minutes after your mother shut down the Denden mushi. Sometimes you wonder if the only time you have left is for Law's existence for you. In a hurry, she placed a straw hat with a hint of yellow ribbon on your head, saying only that it was a precautionary measure to keep you from the summer heat.

" (Name) Dear, watch your step! Don't give Law a trouble and direct to the home once you've done it. Thank you, Law. Please accept my apologies for unexpectedly requesting your assistance. Stay safe on the way to the bookstore! " She told me and greets Law.

" No problem, Mrs. (surname), well, we are going now! Come on, (Name)! " Law give a hand to stand on when you finish tightening the shoelaces. Your eyes meet Law's but notice how weird his mushroom hat position is. It shows how in a hurry he was when on his way to pick you up. At least you stopped Law's step by fixing the mushroom hat, until it looked like symmetry.

" And, your hat looks neat now! ". As a kid, at 8 years old, you didn't understand how the gesture you just made caused his cheeks to turn red. Law makes a 'thank you' gesture with his mouth for mending his hat.

The bookstore you two went to was crowded with people. The majority of the visitors were middle-aged gentlemen dressed in a brownish-colored suit vest reminiscent of an old page book. Law, which had been by your side since both of you arrived, had vanished. You simply sighed and walked into the children's encyclopedia section, minding your own business. Your dream book is peeking between the other books beside them. Still euphoric, you grabbed it without wasting any seconds, then ran to the cashier. At the same time, you heard a quiet noise in there. Duh, it's Law.

" Uncle, please have the mind to give me more than half price for this book. It was said that the book was of secondhand quality! " said Law.

Law was a super tiny and loudest boy among the tall gentlemen around him. He was, as usual, a tough cookie for his will. You only saw Law in your distant memory, doing nothing. Your common sense before was right about him that you have to admire his determination to be a medicine's learner. The most recent book he bargained for was the animal anatomy encyclopedia's latest edition. He indeed won't miss it. You just chuckled and walked into the confused cashier, poking Law's left shoulder.

" Uncle, please wrap my book and his belongings. I will pay ours. " You smiled at the man at the cashier. You nailed the pointless bargains that Law has created. Law's mouth hanging open, he probably doesn't expect you to be willing to pay for it as well.

" Thanks, (Name). Glad I finally got this book until I forgot to put my full savings in my pocket. Don't worry about your money, do you? " He said it, making the happiest face he'd ever made.

" Don't worry, Law. You can return my money whenever you want. Or maybe you return it with an item costing as much as the price of your book? "

" Oh, is that so? If you wouldn't mind, then! "

It was summer almost at noon. Your straw hat is being blown by the cool breeze. Your hat twirls back down, but then Law runs to pick it up. This time, like a repeated pattern, it's Law who puts the hat on until it looks fine in your head. You were both giggling at each other. Two kids with larger hats in their hats were basically always in charge of each other.

" (Name), let's go to my house then! Lammy and my mother have a bucket of strawberry sorbet! ".

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" So which one, young boy? daisy or marigold? " The flower shopkeeper repeated the options for Law to decide. Law, on the other side, seems in a deep thought. A colour that represents you will always be a yellow one. The marigold also had a burst of yellow color, but had the deepest shade compared with the daisy's yellow, and because of that, Law picked the daisy as the best. All of his memories recall your explanation of the aims of the daisy flower for medical treatment. At least, Law thinks, a part of his soul has been put into the daisy bucket he brought for you. Law brought the bucket with the reason that he was returning a book's money.

It's been two weeks since the post - bookstore holiday outing. Due to the fact that the first day of back to school will be the first day of the next month, Law needs to spend his last school break finishing a little promise to you. He is already on the way to your house, only two houses away from his. He'd imagine how happy your face would be when you saw the money turn into a bucket of daisies. Law knocked on the door and called your name three times, but there was no response inside. He began to suspect that since last week he hadn't met you even once. Actually, this daisy bucket agenda is also a part of Law's surprise. He went back to his house and asked his parents for information after a strange feeling hit him in the gut.

" I've already told you, Law, about a week ago, you only made yourself hectic with the new anatomy book. (Name) was moved from Flevance. " Law's father explains with a serious tone. Chuckling in disbelief at why his son was so careless.

There was a gulp in his throat that made Law feel sudden nausea. His surprise plan was in vain. He hadn't expected it, but sometimes there is always an error output from the many trials of plans. Too stunned, he then sat on a cold hospital floor, folded his small feet, but the warm tears hugged him in a coccon.

It was his father's hand that reached Law's crown of head, " It's fine to cry, Law. (Name) left you a handful of the drawing book. Open it whenever you want. From my vantage point, your pure bond with (them) grows stronger with the passage of time. It will be unbreakable. That's why it's something you must keep throughout your lifetime. "

At that time, the last summer of the year was in Flevance. The heat wave started to decrease the temperature in the cold air. This winter is going to turn this town into a white landmark again. The white town of the North Blue, their actual name. However, it's just a natural phrase. The warmth will surely greets here in the years ahead, and there will be a time when Law meets the daisy field again. Like the innocence of love, in a daisy field, it had bloomed against the harshness of the cold. Its roots swallow the deep ground below, beyond any measure.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the New World, there is a spring island climate with a town less crowded than Flevance. The central town landmark has similarities with Flevance's. The bricks were the preferred building material, but unlike the Flevance's white-pale bricks, the brown-colored ones were more common. A similar type of moment, but with a different substance. It does, indeed.

" Come on, darling, our new house has been waiting for us! speeds up your walk! ". Your mother shouts from a mile away.

Actually, you slow down the step because the cough you just experienced has gone worse. If there's a chance to rip out your throat, you do it happily, only to give a few scratches.

The Flavence memory recalls, it was a moment when you had a bad cough and Law, without hesitation, took you to Mr. Trafalgar for further medical treatment. Right now, if only you could paint a memory of being alive. You just smiled, disgusted by the coughs you've had since leaving the Flevance. The coughs were alive somewhere in your body, they were alive, and faded, as well as your memory of the white town.

" Come in, Mother! ".

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Another pandemic-stay at home writing (two years ago). It's my very first time doing this kinda stuff, alongside with Sabo's before. So please bear with me.

A little inspired by making a painting come to life is from this one, If I Could Draw Life - Yoasobi

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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The Last Night

Paring: Dean x Reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of depression, major fluffy ending

Summary: after a hunt gone wrong, and after a heated argument, the reader is feeling like things would be better off if she were gone. Dean has to do everything he can to prove her wrong.

Word count: 1300-ish

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I post randomly, hope you enjoyed. :)

A/N: Kind of based off of my favorite band Skillet, their song The Last Night.

Dean was never the type of person to talk about feelings, especially his own.

I knew something was up when he just stopped giving me kisses, like he’d kiss me good night. Or, hugs especially after the rough hunts. Now, he doesn’t even bat an eye.

What did I do wrong? Was it me?

I need to ask, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? I thought.

He sat in the library, nursing a beer, watching something on his laptop.

“Dean?” I asked. He doesn’t respond verbally. I know he heard me; the man isn’t deaf.

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“Can I ask you something?” she asked.

He didn’t even move, but he heard her.

“What…” she began to ask. She can read he’s upset, he’s tense. She doesn’t know how to approach him. Never really could have figured out how. She didn’t want him to blow up.

She sighs. “I’m sorry.” She says.

He doesn’t move. But his face, confusion with a furrow brow would have been visible to her. debating on if he should turn to face her. Face the music.

“I don’t know, what I did to make you hate me so much. I know I’m not the prettiest, or the strongest…or anything really. I’m just, me. Weak, pathetic.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Where was this coming from? She wasn’t weak, or pathetic. She was the strongest hunter he knew. And the most gorgeous girl he’d met ever in his life.

“I’m sorry if I had been burdening you guys. I’ll, leave in the morning or something and you won’t worry about me anytime soon.” She says.

It goes quiet behind him. That’s when he turns around. She’s not there.

He can feel his heart racing in his chest, panic. She’s going to leave. He has to fix this.

He doesn’t want her to leave. No.

The argument before hand, didn’t help.

“It’s okay Kate, mistakes happen.” Sam says. As they rounded the house where they had lost the shifter.

She had tripped on a whole, rolling her ankle and spraining it. Sam walks over to help her up.

“Where is he?” Dean asks, running up the opposite of Sam.

“Lost him.” Sam says.

“Sorry Dean, I didn’t see the hole and I tripped.” She says.

“Sorry, we lost him because of you!” Dean shouted.

“Dean!” Sam shouted to snap Dean out of it.

“That’s the second time that’s happened, she’d trip, get caught and we’d have to save her and end up losing it again. it’s always her. She’s not a good enough hunter.” He shouted.

“Dean I’m sorry!” Y/N shouted, tears surfacing.

“Tell that to the family that’ll die by that shifter you lost.” Dean glared down at her, getting in her face.

Sam steps in.

“Dean, that’s enough. Accidents happen. We’ll find him. Now, arguing with Y/N isn’t going to help find him. Now lets get going. The sooner we find him, the sooner we can kill him and go home.” Sam says.

“After this, you’re done. From now on, you’re doing research. Sam and I will do the foot work. You have done nothing but screw up since you joined us. You’ve been doing nothing but burdening us, slowing us down.” Dean shouts.

“Dean! Enough!” Sam shouts.

Y/N remained silent as she limps back to the Impala.

Dean curses himself. That’s why she feels she’s a burden. I need to shut up sometimes. He thought.

Dean neared her room and he could hear her cries. Loud and pained. He really did it now.

“What is wrong with me?” he heard her ask. “Why do I keep doing this?” she went on.

“Maybe I should just end it, once I leave I’ll just put myself and everyone around me out of their misery.” He heard her say.

His heart sank.

She was going to kill herself once she left.

Like hell I’m gonna let you leave here to die. He thought.

He ran to the kitchen, and started making her, her favorite peppermint tea. And even got into her stash of chocolates, once her tea was made he took that and the candy and headed to her room.

He knocked softly on her door. There was no response.

She laid partially on her stomach and side, curled into a ball. Making his heart sink even more.

No words were exchanged, she was still crying but it was silent and dying off.

Poor girl, cried herself to sleep. Dean thought. As he got a good look at her, her eyes were closed as if she were asleep.

But knowing she was still in some way awake; he took this time to apologize.

“Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry.” He says.

“It’s not you, you’re not burdening us. You’re not a bad hunter. Mistakes happen. I’m not perfect either. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you like I did. All I did was hurt you.” He says, as he gently rubs along her back.

He remembers what he heard her say. ‘I’ll put myself and everyone around me out of their misery.’

The tears began to surface in his eyes, and a sob tore at his throat.

The sob, jolted her awake, but he didn’t seem to notice. She see’s him cover his mouth, to silence his cries. She can see the pained expression on his face.

“Please don’t leave.” He says through the sobs. “I’m sorry for hurting you, I was scared. I love you so damn much it hurts. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me, because of this life. I’m not someone who can give you the world, you deserve better. You don’t deserve me sweetheart.” He says.

But you do deserve me. She thought. Her love is what softened him up. that’s what opened him up in the first place to her, to the good night kisses, the hugs, the cuddles. She gets it now.

“I don’t want you to end your life because you think you don’t matter to us, or you’re not enough. Sweetheart, you are enough. You matter to me, and Sammy. I mean, who’s going to nerd out with him when you two go to the bookstore? Who’s going to make us a home cooked meal? Because your casseroles are, to die for sweetheart. Who am I going to cuddle with after a nightmare?” he goes.

She moves to sit up, she sees him stiffen. “I really do matter to you that much?” she asked softly.

“You got no damn clue what affect you had on me, still do.” He says. Turning to face her. Cheeks stained with tears. She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, wipe any stray tear that fell.

“Sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry.” He says. Closing his eyes, relishing in her touch.

“I forgive you. But next time, talk. Please. You are the only person who can keep those demons out of my head.” She says. “I do deserver you. And you do deserve me. Don’t think you deserve less.” She adds.

Quick, acting on instinct, his lips crash into hers. She was quick to reciprocate the kiss. His hand reaches the back of her neck, pulling her close deepening the kiss.

They finally broke out of the kiss, catching their breath.

“Let me know if those demons come back, I’ll help you fight them.” He says. “This will be the last night you feel alone.” He adds. “I’ll wrap you up in my arms, and I won’t let go.” He does as he says. Wrapping her up, making her giggle. Because she knows those words. Words from her favorite band Skillet, the song ‘The Last Night.’

“And let me know if you ever feel scared again, I’ll make damn sure I’m not going anywhere.” She says. “And let me know if you wanna jam out to Skillet Dean, I think there are some songs you would like.” She adds.

“I sure will sweetheart.” He says.

For the first time, she saw him smile. A genuine smile. For the first time, Dean Winchester can be happy with the woman he loves.

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sol1056 · 5 years

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hey im the anon who asked about how you knew the stuff, sorry i wasn't too clear on what. i just read the post explaining EPs and how the behind the scene stuff worked and i wanted to know how you knew all that, like are you involved in the industry? or just a nerd?

gotcha! Well, remember how back in S1/S2, people kept pointing out Hunk could be… awfully nosy? always getting into things, asking questions?

I was over here going, YES HUNK IS MY PEOPLE.

It’s a hallmark of a certain type of engineer: insatiable curiosity, and never satisfied with only one answer, always sure there’s more to discover. Okay, we’re not all engineers — a lot of us are Russian Lit majors — but the key is our drive to discover. We take apart, put back together, connect dots close and far, turn things around and study them from a new direction. We’re those people who randomly show up in your part of the building, poke our heads in the room and say, “so, what do all y’all do here? what’s this do? hey, what’s that?”

Despite the fact that most of us seem to be (strangely) strong introverts, that doesn’t stop us. We’ve got questions for everyone. We’ll talk to total strangers all day if we’re on the trail of a particularly interesting idea. In a nutshell, we’re utterly shameless.

I did post-production back when NLE was relatively new and the compositing applications required massive nearly-mainframe computing power. I was mostly in the sfx/cg areas, but I weaseled my way into the color suite pretty regularly. I sat in on editing sessions and was a happy lunch-fetching lackey if it got me a chance to watch the compositing team. Any lull meant a chance to chat up directors, cinematographers, producers, etc. I totally took advantage.

It’s been awhile since I did that – and since then I’ve been a roady, a mental health & substance abuse admin, a doorman, and even owned a bookstore, before going corporate. But for every wacky thing I’ve done, I’ve also kept in touch with people I met. Frex: the friend who got me the post-production job is now an executive producer. Yes, I do call him with questions. He’s used to it. If he doesn’t know an answer, he sends me to someone who does. (Another reason we’ve been friends for so long.) One answer is never sufficient, never a reason to stop there.

Meet one novelist, get introduced to six more, and three of them write for TV. Oh, that’s handy. Should save that contact, could be useful someday. It’s actually rare for someone to say no, come to think of it. idk, as long as I can get access, I can usually get the person to tell me something I can use.

However, since my actual area of expertise applies across many industries, I’ve worked all kinds of places. A lot of it’s client-facing, and if you think that means I’m not wandering around the client site poking my head into rooms and cheerfully interviewing people on the spot, then you haven’t been paying attention.

Now that I work at a multinational corporation, I have literally thousands of people in my network, including everyone who’s moved on to a new place. You might be surprised how many people are fine with, “hey, I work at X with Y, and Y told me you’d know this.” Of course, everyone has a bias and a view limited to their own experience, so you can’t stop there. You can’t really understand a situation without knowing the agendas of all the players. You gotta ask a bunch of people, make sure you’re getting the most rounded sense of things.

Not really a hardship for me. It’s kinda the whole point.

People are people everywhere (outside cultural quirks), and it’s rare I’m ever researching a single person (I’m not an investigative journalist, if you were wondering). Most of the time, I’m looking for the industry-based cultural expectations. As in, “given X and Y, what would someone who does A generally think is a reasonable action, in this situation?”

The key is to have a believable reason for asking, and being a writer definitely qualifies. “I’m researching for a story, and I have a character who do X. I wanted to know if it’s realistic for them to know Y. Who do you think would be the best person to ask?” I frequently cold-call, and I never ask “is there someone there,” I ask who they think is the best person. A lot of times it ends up being someone that the phone operator knows (personally or by reputation) who’s full of bizarre trivia and enjoys a chance to show it off. (Plus, it’s amazing what you can learn about a person from all the other subtle cues people are unaware they’re telling, when they’re focused on their area of expertise.)

That’s how I ended up interviewing the Director of the DEA about whether a non-US-university degree would satisfy the education requirement. His letter of introduction got me monthly lunches for awhile with the DEA director in my city. (Oh, the stories I heard.) It’s how I learned about sheep subsidies from one of the top execs at the USDA, and that there’s a single surviving Civil War widow still getting a VA pension. Going in person is even more fun. You could wind up talking to one of the very few artists in the world whose speciality is touching up pre-Renaissance books so the repairs aren’t visible. Or the art historian whose job is going through the nation’s attic and identifying century-old fakes.

I’ve talked to embassy officials from five different countries, NASA biophysicists and astrophysicists, OSHA inspectors, Nobel prize-winning economists, police detectives, celebrity chefs, environmental lawyers, arena-level sound-people, race-car drivers, potters, opera singers, patent examiners, train mechanics, fire marshals, foley artists, and club DJs. I’ve interviewed fashion photographers, farriers, puppeteers, lighting designers, Catholic bishops, bioethicists, rabbis, fighter pilots, public radio personalities, newspaper editors, chemists, club organizers, war correspondents, Episcopalian nuns (yes they exist), textile artists, prison architects, midwives, cabinetmakers, tall ship sailors, haute couture seamstresses, and civil engineers. On and on and on.

Don’t neglect official avenues, either. The Department of Labor, the International Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners, the Screen Writers’ Guild, the list is nearly endless — any organization, union, or federal/state dept that sets or guides policy. Everyone has a bias, so what people consider normal is sometimes… not. Or they just didn’t know (or saw no need to know, the fools) the reason for A over B. You have to check the rules, because a discrepancy between what you’re told should be done versus what people tell you is actually done… is also useful to know.

(Labor practices are definitely one of those areas, since federal labor policy is something every company must observe. It’s the law. So when a workplace seems to be violating the law, it raises a lot of interesting questions.)

And finally, of course, there’s traditional research. Textbooks written by people in an industry can be particularly interesting, especially if it’s a book meant for readers outside that industry (which usually means a lot of firsthand anecdotes to round out the gaps). Popular articles, academic essays, post-mortem white papers, TED talks, interviews. You need to do your basic homework, because there’s no waste of someone’s time quite like asking them a question that’s patently absurd once you get past common assumptions.

I once explained the plot of a popular SF show to a NASA astrophysicist, and his response was simply, “Every word you used was English, but those words in that order make absolutely no sense at all.” Kind of a dead-end, there. You can’t come at a top-level expert with intro-level questions.

Since I don’t always know who I’ll stumble over next, being an information sponge means I at least have a whole encyclopedia of analogies. If I can find common ground (cars and houses are two of the best), I can at least get a basic idea of the person’s meaning. “Oh, so it’s like when you turn the key in the ignition, and the lights don’t come on because the battery is dead?”

It’s asking the right questions, using an open and friendly approach, and having the right timing. Remember: there is no such thing as unskilled labor; there is only undervalued labor. That is, their time is also valuable, so be brief, open, and sincere. Treat every person as if they’re an authority in something, even if you haven’t figured out what that is.

The world is a massively complex place, and contains more things than are dreamt of in our philosophies, all of it waiting to be discovered.

Or, the shorter version:

btw: I don’t actually recommend going in person to the Dept of the Interior, though. You’ll get lost. Like, instantly. That place is MASSIVE.

#research #asking questions #to paraphrase bertrand russell #it's a good thing #to hang a question mark #on things you've long taken for granted

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