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sanjisprincesswifey · 7 months

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romance alphabet ⋆ trafalgar law

summary: what it's like to fall in love with the surgeon of death

a ⋆ affection; how affectionate is he? how does he show his affection?

at the start of the relationship, law almost never shows any affection toward you. he’s helplessly awkward when it comes to lovey-dovey stuff, but after a couple awkward encounters, he’ll gain some confidence and start providing you acts of service.

it’s honestly the little things with law; he’ll bring you a blanket and pillows to nap in his office; he always makes sure you eat, even going as far as to make you meals when you’re hungry; anything you desire, law will provide.

b ⋆ best quality; what's his best quality as a romantic partner and why?

law is an incredible listener. he is always paying attention to what you say no matter the time or place. he always remembers the smallest of details, which of most you didn’t even remember yourself. by knowing every detail about you, it’s his way of showing you how much he cares.

c ⋆ confession; would he confess his feelings first? if so, how would he confess?

lmao no. he’d rather roll over in his grave than tell you he likes you.

the only way you’d find out is through someone else (bepo).

d ⋆ dating; what is it like to date him? how is he as a romantic partner?

in the beginning, it feels as if your relationship is stagnant, nothing really changes from just being friends. until one late night when he asks if you want to see his coin collection or his comic books and it’s like his whole personality does a complete 180 on you, seemingly out of nowhere. suddenly you’re dating a complete nerd who is (un)secretly obsessed with you.

law’s definitely the type to remember all the little things you say, has a journal full of your favorite things, but rarely opts to be overly romantic. he would give you a present that reminds you of someone special to you and treat it as “no big deal.”

all in all, he’s a bit embarrassed to be romantic, but he’s definitely got the spirit.

e ⋆ emotions; how emotional is he with you? does he show his emotions right away or does it take time for him?

you’re lucky if you get a passive aggressive sigh from law for a very long time. he doesn’t start dropping his walls until a couple months to a year, again, if you’re lucky.

poor baby is so afraid to show you any real emotion because of all his unresolved trauma, so just be patient with him.

f ⋆ flirt; how good is he at flirting? does he flirt well or often?

oh my god, no; it’s the opposite in fact. he’s terrible, genuinely terrible.

he’s awkward, stuttery, sweaty, and kinda just stares at you when he can’t get any words out.

on the rare occasion he’s mediocre at it is when he’s drunk and no other time, you cannot convince me otherwise.

g ⋆ gifts; is he a gift giver? what kind of gifts does he enjoy giving you?

yes, but he’s not so much for the pageantry so they’ll be subtle; a new blanket on the bed for you, a framed photo of the two of you suddenly appearing on your nightstand, stuff like that.

h ⋆ hugs; does he hug you a lot? what are his hugs like?

he loves to hug you only when you're in the privacy of his room on the polar tang. he doesn't care much for the affection otherwise, that's what he tells you anyway. you later learn he's just embarrassed to be so romantic otherwise given his reputation.

since law towers over you, he practically throws his body weight into you when you hug. he wraps his arms around your waist, tightly clinging to you as his head droops into your shoulder. the majority of his body weight is now shoved into your shoulder like the big 26-year-old baby he is.

i ⋆ i love you; does he tell you that he loves you first?

again, i have to laugh, but no. maybe subtly, but never, ever directly and he will never say the actual words. he’ll be more ‘romantic’ or whatever his version of romantic is (being more attentive), and then the crew will catch on. law definitely talks about you way too much to the crew and they'll all realize that he loves you before you do.

j ⋆ jealousy; does he get jealous a lot? if so, for what specific reason?

oh, yes; probably one of the most jealous men in all of one piece, in my opinion.

law is deeply insecure, afraid of love, and has abandonment issues and if he feels even a twinge of jealousy it’s like his heart breaks on the sight.

however, it does take a little bit to get him jealous! he’s not threatened by normal interaction, but if someone was a bit too overly affectionate with you (read: luffy, sanji, or eustass), that’s enough to make him jealous. it’s the act of seeing someone be vulnerable with you the exact same way he is with you that drives him nuts.

k ⋆ kisses; what part of you is his favorite to kiss? how often does he enjoy kissing you?

his favorite is any place that’s intimate and vulnerable; being able to claim you as his because no one else gets to touch you where he does.

you can find law in the crux of your neck almost every night, it’s one of his favorite spots because he can practically breathe in your scent and lovingly kiss the area as much as he likes without getting tired.

after your relationship reaches the point where he’s no longer uncomfortable to show affection it’s like every second of the day with him. you wouldn’t think it by the look of him, but law adores kissing you even if it’s a quick kiss to your forehead in passing. it’s kind of his way of showing you love even when you aren't directly saying it and he gets super whiny when you don’t show him the same affection in return.

l ⋆ love language; what’s his love language?

acts of service. law thinks of it as an incognito way to show affection even when he’s around others. it’ll range from throwing a blanket on you when you “accidentally” fall asleep in his office to offering to aid you on specific tasks “just in case.”

m ⋆ memories; what memories of you two are the most precious to them? why do they treasure them?

it has to be the first night he said, ‘i love you.’ it’s after you had fallen asleep in his arms, your light snores echo around the room.

he has an elbow propped up against the pillow holding his head and the other arm draped around you. your bare skin is so warm against him, it was such a strange sensation compared to the cold air that usually envelopes him in his room.

your calm expression twitches slightly indicating that you had to be dreaming and law hopes it was about him.

his gray eyes were so soft; his facial muscles felt so foreign in such a gentle position, but he couldn’t help it when he was holding you so close to him. knowing that the person before him loved him so much.

that meant so much to him because it was the first time in 14 years that law had finally regained the love he had lost so long ago.

n ⋆ nicknames; what nicknames does he prefer to call you, if any at all?

law is such a ‘doll’ kind of guy. it just falls from his lips like butter and he’s so quick to start calling you that too.

o ⋆ on cloud nine; what is he like when he's in love? how different does he act when he's in love?

when law falls in love with you, it is probably the most confusing time in your relationship. it’s kinda like when the grinch’s heart grows three sizes but instead of accepting it, it scares the hell out of him. he’s extremely avoidant of you and won’t explain anything so you gotta corner him in his office.

he’ll get scared, possibly shed a tear or two and tell you just how terrified of love he is. you can’t really blame him, so you tell him you obviously love him too. he turns into such a clingy, obsessive guy after that. he loves having your attention; his walls really come down and he’ll show you all his nerdy collections like comic books and coins.

when law is finally ready to admit that he’s in love with you, he is the softest and most pure a man could be. he’s vulnerable and feels safe with you, so that means he’s extra protective.

p ⋆ pda; does he openly express pda? how affectionate is he in public?

unfortunately, law hates pda. in fact, law is very adamant on keep your relationship personal and private. due to his traumatic past, law chooses to keep you a secret so as to not put you in harm’s way.

though when you make the alliances that law does, he comes to realize that word will get out eventually. law attempts to threaten luffy to keep your relationship under wraps but, c’mon, it’s luffy.

q ⋆ quirks; what are some things you’ve learned about him since being in a relationship?

he’s very particular about everything; he always needs a solution to every problem. for instance, whenever you two have a disagreement, he’ll be unsatisfied until he has a direct solution for your issue and become frustrated if there isn’t one.

because of his particular-ness, when it’s his turn to plan date nights, they are often planned to a t. you will leave a certain time, the activity will take place at a certain time, etc., you think it’s completely adorable even when he’s frustrated when you’re a minute or two behind schedule.

r ⋆ romance; is he a romantic partner? is he cliché or creative?

contrary to popular belief, law can be quite romantic. he’s a ‘flowers just because kind of guy’ and is extremely creative in the gift-giving sentiment.

he opts for purchasing presents you’d actually enjoy, taking his time and putting energy into a photo album or scrapbook. the gestures from law are always well thought out; it’ll always be work he’s proud of.

s ⋆ smooch; what was your first kiss like? where did it happen and was it planned?

your first kiss is something law wishes you didn’t remember. he waited 26 years to kiss someone, did either of you really think he’d be any good at it?

it, of course, was a bit awkward. you never assume someone could mess up a kiss but somehow, he did.

you were in his office, chair placed closely next to his as you read over whatever book he was fixated on this week.

it was late, the both of you were sleep deprived beyond compare, but every time law glanced over at you reading the page he was, he swore his heart jumped out of his chest.

though the kiss itself was not planned, he spent at least 15 minutes mentally calculating if he should make his move.

when he finally mustered up the courage, he turned to you in an awkward position and just kinda stared between your eyes and your lips.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice your boyfriends gawking and before you can ask him if he’s okay he smushes his lips to yours.

of course, having no prior experience, he doesn’t really move his lips at all and just sits there for a couple of seconds until you pull away.

he’s confused, but he’s definitely got the spirit, so you give him some leeway and show him how it’s done.

the both of you laugh about that memory now, but he still feels embarrassed if he thinks about it for too long.

t ⋆ true love; does he believe you were destined to be together?

nope. he doesn’t believe in fate or astrology or anything of the sort but is definitely open to it if you do.

even if doesn’t believe in any spiritual destiny, he constantly finds himself thanking whoever may be up there that he is lucky enough to have you.

u ⋆ ultimatum; what is a dealbreaker in his relationship?

law needs loyalty. he needs to know that you are his and, more importantly, that he is yours. the hardest part about falling in love for him is that he is terrified that you’ll leave him and having your loyalty reassures him (most times anyway) that you’ll always be by his side.

v ⋆ value; how important is the relationship to him? what is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?

okay, don’t shoot the messenger, but at the start of your relationship law didn’t think that highly of it. due to his lack of emotional affection to or from anyone, he honestly saw no important significance for being in a relationship.

in classic law fashion, nothing really changed between you two until he realized how much your absence affected him. the romantic longing in his heart was such an unfamiliar feeling he mistook it for some kind of heart condition.

eventually law comes to realize that, maybe, someone who is as closed off and lonely as he could fall in love and then he is putty in your hands. the minute he knows he loves you, you become his number one priority. he tries to maintain some of his natural disposition, but he is so desperate to be loved by you that he does anything and everything for you.

w ⋆ wild card; a random relationship headcanon!

law is borderline obsessed with you. he’ll know things about you that you don’t even remember telling him. he’s kind of a freak if we’re being honest.

he steals clothes from your room because they smell like you, takes photos of you without your knowledge so that he can keep them for later, and bought your engagement ring the day he knew he loved you.

obviously, he has no intention of ever telling you any of this because he doesn’t need you to know just how desperate he is for you to love him.

law knows that you’re his and either he’s marrying you or he’s dying alone, no other option.

x ⋆ x-factor; what drew him to you?

law loves how different the two of you are. you aren’t opposites by any means, but the way that your emotional intelligence and situational awareness (especially when it comes to such a brooding man such as himself) differ so greatly from his that it entices something within him. he doesn’t consider you the opposite of him, but he views it as what he lacks, you offer.

he knew you had these qualities from the very beginning, that’s why he asked you to join his crew, but seeing how well they transfer over to your relationship made him swoon even more.

y ⋆ yearning; when does his find himself missing you?

though he never prefers to be put in situations that are rambunctious or crazy, law finds himself missing you most when he’s in them. something about having you there, holding his hand or talking to him makes the situation so much better.

z ⋆ zzz; what is his favorite sleeping position? is he the big spoon or the little spoon?

something about spooning always gives law so much comfort. he loves to cling to you, to have you pulled so tight to chest that you can feel his heartbeat through your back.

while the warmth and closeness being the big spoon provides him is extremely comforting, law does prefer to be the little spoon. when you’re as private and apathetic as law is, he’s practically begging to be held by you. since he rarely gets a good night’s sleep, being in your arms is the best melatonin substitute.

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1000sunnygo · 1 month

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Law's artist side isn't talked about enough, so here's a smooth brain ramble.

He prefers abstract arts over realism. Unlike Kid who forms animal or skull figures with metals, Law creates strange 'sculptures' with his victim's bodies/belongings:

And, of course, the tattoos.

I like how all of his tattoos accentuate the shapes of his torso and arms, especially the joints and muscles. Combined they look like a single stylized drawing of human upper torso.

Seen theories that the tribal style could be a lost trend from Flevance (as seen on the arm of a miner in his flashback), but it could just be his personal style. That said, his upper arm's heart tattoos look similar.

(Something that artists probably noticed long ago but I'm only noticing recently: Law's upper arm's tattoos have been simplified over time. There used to be two spiral-like protrusions, but Oda has been omitting them in later arts)

The "DEATH" tattoos have a straightforward message. According to the Law novel, these were his first tattoos.

Speaking of death, ghosts and spirituality have been implicitly a theme for Law, especially during Dressrosa. Doflamingo referred to Law as Cora's 'vengeful ghost'. Law's (cursed) sword Kikoku's name means 'wailings of a restless ghost". Ironically, Law having a hidden name was also a tradition that related to dead people.

The orange jolly roger (red in the sail) could be many things, I think it's a stylized way of drawing the sun.

Sun symbols are everywhere in the One Piece world. Law's lower arm tattoos are different types of 'suns'. Law might've subconsciously carried those symbols from his hometown for their aesthetic appeal.

The tattoos on the back of his hands reminded me of the church lady's cross, which is slightly different from the cross seen at Kuma's church. It's possible that various faiths in One Piece world are interconnected, leading to a prophecy about the sun god and Dawn. Law, at the very least, believes in the will of D and his own fate being tied to a purpose.

The chest tattoo, clearly a tribute to Corazon, could have some elements of catholicism. Kikoku also has crosses all over its sheath. Originally this wasn't my observation, but Law seeing Cora as a sacred being makes a lot of sense.

Carving a heart at the dead center of his chest by creating small wounds - the process itself reminds of Cora doesn't it

The custom-made Dressrosa coat is another tribute to Corazon, but IMHO he designed it specifically for Doflamingo, as a mockery.

A cross and circle like dangling a pistol target for Doflamingo's shooting practice, with a grinning face copied from Doflamingo's own jolly roger, but it's Corazon. Like his brother has returned to face his pistol again. A vengeful ghost indeed

And boy did it work...

Doflamingo shot it until the mark was completely drenched and unrecognizable.

Assuming he draws for all of his clothes himself, here's this masterpiece:

Or maybe it's gifted by his crew mates. Either way, it's adorable.

Since he's a surgeon (and a comic nerd), he should be skilled at drawing human anatomy. How does he draw realistic arts? Does he doodle while taking notes?

We've seen his handwriting in punk hazard arc and it wasn't particularly stylized. Regardless, it'd be nice to take a proper peek at his notebook.

#law's design appreciation #lmao this tag lives on #I miss Law man #if there's any different interpretation please feel free to share them!#one piece #one piece meta #one piece theory #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #mine

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melancholitas · 3 months

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The Polar Tang being named like that is actually so hilarious, tbh.

There couldn't be any better name for a vessel carrying around a pirate doctor.

Tangs come in many different shapes and colors, but the yellow one is also dubbed "somber surgeon fish"

If that's not befitting for a certain captain, I don't even know what is.

Even his crew's names are marine.

It's like Law pulls science puns in every breath he takes.

Combined with a giant declaration of "fuck you"s in the name of his dead guardian.

All while nerding out to the max.

Publicly.

And he has absolutely zero shame about that.

With all the decor he basically called his sub "sturgeon of death".

... I'm shedding tears---

#one piece #polar tang #trafalgar law #heart pirates #trafalgar law is a meme #trafalgar law is a huge nerd #sturgeon of death

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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*bangs fist on desk* EDDIE AND CHEERLEADER ORIGIN STORY !!! please

here it is, kids! the first chapter of the eddie x cheerleader saga!!!

Eddie hated assigned readings. The drama kids always did too much, they always dragged out the sentences like they were fuckin' Larry Olivier, and expected applause after every word. The sports kids, on the other hand, barely spat the lines out from their troglodyte mouths. The popular kids delivered everything in monotone and willed it to be over so they could get back to giggling with their friends. The nerdy kids stuttered so much Eddie wasn't sure the lines were in iambic pentameter anymore. All in all, he had very little faith in the acting careers of any of the kids in this classroom.

So when he'd seen who he'd been tossed together with as the rest of the Montague gang, he wasn't exactly foaming at the mouth. He had no idea why he'd been thrown into Romeo, but he wasn't going to question it, he had fun. He had about the same amount of chemistry with the Montague boys as he would've had with a wet fish wearing his grandma's panties, so when it came to his lines with Mercutio (you, some cheerleader girl with hair in space buns, mom jeans, a lace tank and a letterman thrown over your shoulders), he was practically bowled over.

“Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light,” Eddie said, raising his hand into the air.

You let out a tinkling laugh, and leaned back in your chair, grinning at him. “Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance!” You gestured out into the room with outstretched hands, and smirked wolfishly when he replied with the next line.

Eddie almost didn’t feel the next few lines go by, it felt so natural. You were laughing at his words as though they were genuinely funny, and pressing your chin into you hands while he spoke, as though you were actually considering his lines.

His heart skipped a beat.

He told it to fuck off.

When it came to the Queen Mab speech, Eddie nearly fell out of his seat when you hopped onto the chair, swinging your letterman jacket around her shoulders like a cape. “O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!” you crowed, pointing at him with one perfectly-manicured fingernail. He was frozen. The speech washed over him as he stared at you, some freakish cheerleading acting angel, haloed by halogen school lights.

“And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,” you whispered, brandishing a highlighter like a sword. “Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, of healths five-fathom deep–” You stalked toward him, and Eddie had to school his face into a bemused, Romeo-esque expression, smiling up at you nervously as you finally came up to him. “This is she—”

“Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing!” Eddie sputtered out, holding a hand to keep you at bay.

You pivoted perfectly, your letterman fluttering behind her. “True. I talk of dreams.” You grinned at him ferally, and Eddie could see his poor, rabbit heart getting crushed between those perfect teeth.

Mr. Tracey called for a halt for the reading, to analyse the Queen Mab speech, and you dropped Eddie a quick curtsy before traipsing back to your seat. Oh, he was so fucked. So entirely fucked.

–

It had exploded into a fully blown pantomime performance. Eddie was crouched by Mr. Tracey’s desk, cradling your head in his arms as you hacked a dramatic death-rattle into the air.

“Where is my page?” you demanded, looking around for the nerd boy who played the page. He blinked, looking up from behind Coke-bottle glasses. “Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, and smiled down at you wanly. “Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much,” he insisted, and you reached a hand up to his face, the scratch of your baby pink nails featherlike against his cheek as you gave your next few lines.

“They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, and soundly too: your houses!” you managed, and fell back into Eddie’s arms. He smelled of leather and ash. You smelled of caramel and hairspray. He stared down at you, despondent, before pressing a kiss to your forehead and cradling your head as he stared up at the sky.

“I believe,” intoned Mr. Tracey from behind his desk, “Mercutio exits with Benvolio.”

“But it’s so much more interesting this way, Mr. T,” you complained, before banging your head on Eddie’s chin as you tried to get up. “Ow!”

“Shit, sorry,” Eddie muttered, scrambling away from you. “Doesn’t this give Romeo more impetus to be mad, though?” he asked, turning to face the teacher. “Like, if someone killed my best friend, I’d be more likely to kill their friend.”

“Yeah!” you agreed by his side, and Eddie’s fingers itched to reach out for you. “The way I see it, this is the perfect reason for Romeo to go apeshi– crazy,” you amended, “and start killing people.”

“That’s not how the Bard wrote it,” Mr. Tracey said, and you shrugged, returning to your seat. Eddie still had a few more scenes to go, but even when he was talking to his Juliet (a theatre kid that seemed to have an endless collection of hats, seriously this girl wore a different hat every day, Eddie just respected the hustle at this point) he found his eyes drifting over to you.

At the end of the class, once everyone had packed up, Eddie loitered by the doorway and swung over to you when you were leaving. He took you in again – hair tied up today, cheer uniform already on for when you’d have practice later in the afternoon. “Hey,” he said lamely.

You paused, looking at him up and down. “...Hey.”

He held out a hand. “Eddie.”

You shook it, and introduced yourself. You didn’t let go. “Palm to palm is holy palmer’s kiss,” you teased, and then dropped his grip, wiggling your fingers at him in a wave.

You both stood there in the silent room. You cleared your throat. He started at the sound. “Right. Uh. I just wanted to say it’s a shame you’re dead, pom poms,” he said lamely. “Like, that was fun.”

You smiled at him slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, it was.” You slung your bag over your shoulder and looked up at him from under your eyelashes, extending a hand to him again. He was too polite to comment on the fact it was shaking, ever so slightly. “Give me my sin again?”

He slotted his fingers into yours, briefly. “You kiss by the book.”

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," you shot back, and headed for the door. His breath caught when you stopped, and turned back to him, expression unsure. "Practice ends at six," you tell him, and nearly sigh with relief when his eyes light up. "I'll be the one in the cheer uniform."

"I'll be the one by the van," he said, weakly. What the fuck. Holy shit. This was not his life. "Anything in particular you want to do?"

"Oh, you know," you said, leaning against the doorframe and inspecting your nails. "Let's say we get into a messy, sloppy relationship that causes our respective houses to end a lifelong feud and learn the meaning of true love."

Eddie tapped a finger to his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought. "I dunno," he said, and his heart faltered when he saw how totally nervous you looked. "Will there be a weird apothecary to sell us a potion that's gonna make us look asleep?"

"Uh, duh."

"Then it's a date, pom poms."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #i should probably make a tag for this series ig #s: two households

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mimmilina · 2 years

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Got to hand it to Trafalgar Law for building an ominous "is he evil or isn't he?" rep as the super scary "Surgeon of Death" while leading the most adorable crew anyone has ever seen this side of the Straw Hats and cursing them with coveralls.

CLEARLY this crew proves beyond a reasonable doubt that Law is a BIG ASS NERD first and foremost who attracts other nerds and outcasts to his cause.

I mean

And also

IMO, this is why Law's alliance with Luffy and the Straw Hats has lasted way way longer than Law ever planned on: because the Straw Hats are also a crew held together by friendship and love and a sense of family, rather than being a crew of whoever is considered "the strongest". And Law is just a gdmn SUCKER for that kind of dynamic, and the kind of unconditional love it implies, no matter how much he tries to play at being a hardcore death-dealer.

And as far as storytelling devices go, there are few things that are as entertaining to watch as the odd-couple dynamic between a meticulous planner who needs to control everything (Law) and a wtf-just-punch-it-guy who wings it every time (Luffy).

#Trafalgar D. Water Law #trafalgar law #heart pirates #one piece #my op

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redsoul-writing · 2 years

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I think you should write for law or ace, where they struggle to confess to the reader so they try to give hints yk?? but like THE READER KNOWS THAT THEY LIKE THEM and they just want them to be upfront about it instead of hinting. Idk if any of that makes sense.. also I feel kind of awkward ASKING FOR THIS SO IDK I MIGHT BE RAMBLING A LOT

REQUESTS OPEN

LMAO I get it, don’t worry. This was another funny one I got to write thanks to you! A little fluff at the end but I warn you of VERY cringeworthy pickup lines so there’s that. Thanks anon! Also, I’ll write the Ace one later.

Y/n has had it up to here with Law. He hasn’t really done anything wrong I guess but.. he’s just been dodging a confession. It’s so OBVIOUS that he likes them but he just refuses to be direct about it. Can you imagine?? The Surgeon of Death, cowardice before a confession. Ridiculous!

Oh but it’s real. He’s been trying to give Y/n hints here and there for the past few weeks. Last week he was *very* badly flirting. Like, awful attempts.

Law was sitting in the library and he was reading some book about a disease he was studying.

Y/n walked in, and when Law had noticed, he’d pulled a chair for them, inviting them.

“What are you reading?” Y/n sat down next to him

“A book about <disease name>.” (I’m not creative, you don’t pay me!)

“Haha, what a nerd.” Y/n poked his cheek, they were just joking

Law blushed a little, deciding to take this opportunity

“I-I’m your nerd.”

Y/n paused

“What?” Y/n held in a laugh

“Nothing.” Law facepalmed at himself

“Really? Well. You got anything I can read?” Y/n pretended to ignore that

“You can read about me.” Law mentally facepalmed immediately after that left his mouth

“There’s a book about you?” Y/n cocked their head

“No, but you can write one.” Law replied

Note: I’m screaming why have I done this

“No, that sounds boring.” Y/n smiled

Law looked dejected. That kind of hurt, but he did drive himself into that corner.

In another instance, the crew had just finished eating breakfast. They were chatting before going into their daily activities.

“Hey captain, your bounty went up again!” Shachi brought in the newspaper and the bounties.

Law smirked when he saw his new bounty poster.

“Ooo, the Captain looks really good in this picture!” Bepo held the paper up

“Of course, our captain always looks good!” Penguin praised him

Law was lowkey eating this up

“Hey captain, when are you gonna get yourself a partner?” Ikkaku asked, daringly

Everyone turned to him.

“He’s got it all, I’m sure he’ll find someone. I mean, he’s an ex-warlord, and he’s the surgeon of death.” Y/n pointed out.

Everyone turned to y/n.

Law hesitated but he managed a “The ex-warlord wouldn’t mind you.” of course, not without mumbling it.

Eyes were back on Law

Everyone thought their ears were mistaken, there’s no way their captain would say something like that so out in the open. It would be so out of character!

Y/n knew they weren’t mistaken though, he’s been hinting at his feelings for a while. All they could do was mentally laugh and try their best to cover their face.

Y/n thought it was kind of cute, but they were waiting for the confession.

———————- fast forward today ————————

The Polar Tang had surfaced. Y/n and Law decided to go gaze at the stars. They were leaning on the railing.

“The stars are beautiful tonight.” Y/n shared

“You’re beautiful.” Law said casually

“Oh..thank you.” Y/n blushed a little.

Looks like someone was getting more confident with his flirting.

It got pretty quiet after that though. Y/n decided they’d help him, just a little.

“Captain?”

“Yes?”

“You ever felt love?” Y/n asked

Law turned to them.

“..Yeah. I’ve been feeling it for a while now actually.” He replied

“Hm. Who’s the lucky person?” Y/n giggled

…

“You.”

Y/n turned go their captain. (What?? That actually worked??)

Their eyes widened at the unexpected confession. They’d just expected him to dodge it again.

Then, they just laughed.

“Wha-?! What’s so funny?” Law pulled his hat over his eyes.

“Haha— I just.. I’ve been waiting to hear that for a while.” Y/n calmed down.

“Really? Do you..” Law slowly looked up at Y/n

“Yeah. I have feelings for you.” Y/n smiled, taking Law’s hat.

It was his turn to be shocked. He couldn’t believe it.

Y/n stepped closer, leaning up towards his face and pecked his cheek.

“Took you long enough.” Y/n laughed

Law held the cheek they’d just kissed.

“..Sorry.” He smirked, pushing strands of their hair behind their ear.

Yes we know you’re sorry.

Now it’s time for me to apologize for the second hand embarrassment I may have caused the reader.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar one piece

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shalpilot · 2 months

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Sorry to invade your inbox but I recently went to a conclusion about the "dark top emo Law" after doing some academic researches (looking at/reading Punk hazard and Dressrosa again) I had an epiphany

Dark top emo Law is how he WANTS to be perceived. he tries so so hard to be like. "oh I'm so badass I have a dark cold voice I never smile and stupidity annoys me" but the fact is he CAN'T maintain this appearance more than five minute straights (the only people buying it are probably Penguin Shachi and Bepo - or they ACT like they buy it to please him maybe idk). He will do his signature smirk and speak with this cold voice and flex his little tiny muscles in fight and steal some hearts and you could believe it for a few second if it wasn't IMMEDIATELY followed by him doing an extremly nerdy thing. Picture this :

"I'm Trafalgar D. Water Law, the surgeon of death, doctor heartstealer, you'll never know my feelings and... OH is it ACTUALLY a coin from the last century they're pretty rare can I have it? if you look at them the grooves indicate metal erosion that..." and then he infodump for like 30 minutes.

I think that hanging with the strawhats & the kid pirates will eventually make him accept that being a nerd is 1000% hotter and cool than being a dark emokid and he'll embrace this side of his personnality.

.... thanks for coming to my ted talk! have a nice life I guess!

this is all entirely true but i don't think he will ever get over himself and embrace it HAHA someday though... he will find someone, somewhere, who earnestly believes he is super cool and not lame... and you may be thinking now "oh like luffy" no the caveat is that person also has to listen to him. this day will not come for a very very long time.

#ask shal

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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Peña’s Anatomy — Chapter Four

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader

chapter rating: E (semi-public fondling, m/f oral sex, swallowing)

word count: 6.9k

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“She’s alive!” You smiled widely as you welcomed Mickey into your apartment the morning after her romp with Michael. She didn’t smile back, her face in a permanent scowl as she plopped down on the sofa. “Didn’t go well, I take it?”

“Would I be here at seven in the morning if it did?” She sighed and covered her face. “I feel like such an idiot!”

“What happened?” You poured her the first bit of your freshly brewed coffee, putting cream and far too much sugar in it, just the way she liked it.

“You were right. The guy’s got a fiancé and a kid on the way. He broke the news to me in the middle of doggy.” You snorted out a laugh at the visual, earning a glare as you handed her the mug before sitting down beside her and taking a sip of your own coffee.

“Sorry, I know it’s not funny but—“

“It’s kind of funny. You can laugh at my pain, I understand.” She chuckled and took a sip before groaning again. “I always do this, you know. You’d think I’d be smarter given the whole surgeon thing but—is that an Albert Einstein book?”

Your eyes followed hers to the coffee table, your lips parting and heart dropping as she picked it up. Knowing that Javier’s name was written right inside the cover, you snatched it from her hands and held it to your chest. Mickey gave you a suspicious chuckle and eyed you down until you began to break.

“Who’s is that? Because I know damn well you’re not reading a book on string theory.” She folded her arms over her chest as you tried to think up a good lie. “Oh! Did you manage to get some at the bar last night?”

“Yes!” You blurted out a bit too enthusiastically. “Yeah, uh, it was just a casual thing. Kicked him out after. Nothing special.”

“Well, he’s obviously a nerd, so…expected that. You gonna see him again?” Your mind flipped back to the sex you had on this very couch you were sat on, a smile tugging at your lips at the thought of doing it again.

“Uh, don’t know. We’ll see.” You shrugged and cleared your throat, standing up with a stretch. “I was going to go to thrifting this morning. Wanna come along?”

“Sure, a little retail therapy never hurt anybody.” She nodded and followed you into your bedroom to keep you company as you got dressed and put together for the day.

She laid on her stomach across your bed, flipping through one of the magazines you kept on your bedside table, her chin propped up by her elbow.

“Oh, did you get that invitation for the fundraiser gala thing at the hospital next week? Apparently if you sign up to attend, they’ll give you the night off.”

“Are you going?” You asked as you combed mascara through your eyelashes, fingertips wiping away whatever mess you inevitably made.

“A night off full of champagne and mingling with rich philanthropist daddies? Yeah, I think so.” She chuckled and sat up. “Speaking of, Dr. Daddy is the keynote speaker.”

“You gotta stop with the Dr. Daddy thing.” You rolled your eyes and watched through the mirror as your blush formed in real time at just the mention of his existence.

“How did it go with the peds patient? I heard you both lost her yesterday. I’m sorry—“

“Shh, we don’t need to do that emotional thing where we dive deep into our feelings.” You turned around and smiled at her, earning an eye roll. “I’m fine. It sucked but…I’m fine. I’m a doctor, death is going to be a recurring thing in this profession.”

“So don’t you think you should learn how to process these feelings? The doctors who don’t are the ones who get all boozy and incompetent.” You groaned loud and dramatically, tossing your head back. “Okay, okay. But if you start to go dark on me, I will be holding an intervention. Key note speaker: Dr. Javier ‘Daddy’ Peña.”

“I hate you.” You laughed at her and stood up, walking to your closet and grabbing your favorite—and only—dress.

It was a milkmaid style dress that your mother had sewn you for your med-school graduation, red in color and made of eyelet linen. The sweetheart neckline was low, but not so low that it couldn’t be worn in the day time, the short sleeves puffed up around your bicep. You always felt pretty when you wore it, and you felt closer to home—something you never thought you’d have the chance to miss like you did now.

“Look at you! I mildly forgot you were a lady. All those jeans and old henleys.” She teased as you slid on a pair of sandals and held up your middle finger to her. “Why don’t we go out tonight? Try our luck at finding a distraction. We’re both attractive women, why should we be stuck inside moping over men we can’t have?”

“I’m not moping.” You scoffed at her words in an effort to hide the fact that you very much were moping, just on the inside.

“Fine, regardless, you and I need to have some fun. Let loose and all that.” She urged you on with a puppy dog frown and wide eyes, pulling a chuckle out of you.

“Fine, but I’m going to be napping all afternoon to pre-game.” She agreed to your terms and followed you out of the house with McCartney in tow. Knocking on Rose’s door, it only took a few seconds for her to open it wide with a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart. You off on a date with that hunk from yesterday? What was his name again? Started with a ‘J’…” Your cheeks turned red as Mickey looked over at you with curious eyes.

“Jose.” Rose nodded and you thanked the lord above that she was a bit forgetful when it came to names.

“That’s right. Handsome boy, you should have seen him, Mickey. Tall, dark hair, a dreamboat.” Rose gushed to your friend as you urged McCartney to go inside of the elderly woman’s apartment.

“No dates today, just running some errands. Did you have your grocery list ready for me?” She gasped and nodded, walking over to her kitchen before coming back with a slip of paper and two twenties. You shoved her money out of the way and only accepted the list. “Your money is no good here.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat.”

“Not taking your money, Rosie.” You stood firm in your decision, earning an eye roll from the woman.

“Fine, but I’m bringing over some dinner tonight.” You chuckled and nodded at her compromise. “But make sure you bring that hunk back over. Because if you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him for myself.”

“Oh, I’m not sure he’s man enough for a woman like you, Rose.” You got a genuine laugh out of her, bringing a wide smile to your face before she began to cough. “The bronchitis still hasn’t gone away? I thought I told you to keep me updated if the antibiotics didn’t—“

“You worry too much.” She wheezed and reached into her pocket to grab her inhaler, puffing on it once before sliding it back into her pants. “I’m a tough old horse. If I could make it through the 60’s, I can make it through a little cold. Now go on, and have fun you two! Try not to think about work. When you’re my age, you’re going to wish you spent your days sleeping around and having fun—not stuck inside a cold hospital.”

“Ever the wise woman, aren’t you?” You chuckled and pulled her in for a hug, Mickey doing the same before the two of you left and hopped into Mickey’s tiny sedan.

“Jose, huh?” She smiled over at you as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Jose, mild in bed, popular with old ladies, reads Einstein. Real character that one.”

“Yeah. A real character.”

•••

Javier’s morning had started quicker than he hoped it would after being paged for an incoming trauma around 3 a.m., still half-tipsy from the whiskey he’d indulged in to try and get you off his mind. He took a cold shower and downed a cup of black coffee to finish sobering him up, and by the time he scrubbed in all the alcohol had fully made its way out of his system.

The surgery went successfully, the patient’s condition being much better than the CT made it seem initially. Around six in the morning, Javier was scrubbed out and wandering back to his truck in the parking lot, yawning and desperate for another coffee.

When he pulled into his favorite coffee shop, a local one that was nothing fancy or special, a woman in a red dress caught his eye. He perked up a bit when he realized just who it was.

“Lucky!” He called out from across the parking lot as you walked towards the door with your friend, pedestrians giving him a stare but he really couldn’t have cared less.

“Dr. Peña.” Your tone was formal—of course it was. You apparently weren’t even okay with your closest friend knowing about the nature of your relationship with him, but he tried not to let it sting his ego too much.

“It’s awfully early for the two of you to be up. Isn’t it your day off?” He turned his eyes to Mickey, just to make sure she didn’t catch on to anything.

“I had a bad date so I woke her up to keep me company.” Mickey shrugged and opened the door to the cafe, gesturing for the two to go inside first.

“Ah, with Dr. Russel?” Mickey gave him a shocked look. “Word spreads fast around the hospital.”

“Did you know he was engaged and expecting?” She asked with interest, Javier’s eyes wandering to the back of your head as you faced away from him in line.

“Uh, no. Didn’t think anyone would willingly commit to somebody like him.” She chuckled but he wished it was you he was making laugh instead. “Don’t let it keep you down, kid. There’s plenty of men in this town that aren’t complete assholes.”

“Oh, what, men like yourself?” Javier’s lips parted at her flirty tone, finally noticing your head turn to the side so that you could no-doubt glare at the woman.

“Better men.” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck as Mickey eyed him, his eyes turning away completely in an effort to thwart her potential feelings towards him. “Lucky, how are you feeling today?”

“Just fine, doctor.” You didn’t move an inch as you replied to him in that dry, polite tone that made him want to roll his eyes and pin you against the wall simultaneously.

Javier listened as you gave your order to the barista, his jaw clenched as he continued to study the back of your head as though if he looked long enough it would unveil all your hidden feelings.

When you and Mickey attempted to pay for your coffees, he stepped in, walking up to the counter where you stood and pulling out a twenty. You glared at him for doing the generous act, but little did you know that he’d hold onto that little bit of eye contact all day long.

•••

“You didn’t have to do that.” You scolded him as he sat with you outside of the cafe, Mickey inside using the restroom.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged and kept his eyes locked on you, your eyes looking everywhere but directly at him.

“You also didn’t have to be so flirty with Mickey.” You mumbled under your breath, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself. Javier chuckled and stretched his leg out under the table to graze against yours, the subtle action bringing a new blush onto your face. It was shameful how little he had to do in order to stir you.

“I wasn’t trying to flirt with her. I thought I did a pretty good job at not flirting, actually. A little praise would be nice.” You chuckled darkly and rolled your eyes at his smugness, finally gracing him with a bit of eye contact.

“If you’re after praise, you’ve come to the wrong woman. I’m only here to make you feel bad.”

“Well…” He weighed his head to the side and looked out at the street. “You usually make me feel pretty good before you make me feel bad, so…it balances out.”

“What are we doing, Javier?” You shook your head and sighed, eyes softening as you focused on him. “I mean, all of this is just twisting the knife. We’re being masochists with all this…extra stuff.”

“I like the extra stuff.” His tone was sincere and almost pleading, his dark eyes darting between yours.

“Don’t you hate it when you get your period right in the middle of the day? At least have the decency to start in the middle of the night so I can prepare myself, you know?” Mickey broke the tension with her return, sitting down in the chair between the two of you.

“Do you, uh, need any meds? I carry some pain killers in my truck if you want any.” Javier offered and his act of kindness made you groan, both pairs of eyes turning to look at you.

“Sorry, just have a headache.” You were a terrible liar, but the two decided not to probe you for more info as Mickey accepted his offer, Javier walking off to his truck to go grab the medicine.

“Isn’t he a dream? Are you sure you don’t want to risk it with him?” You nodded as you kept your eyes down on your coffee cup, an actual headache beginning to form at her quickly developing crush. “Well, would you mind if I took a crack at it?”

“Yes.” You snapped, bringing your eyes to hers. “I mean, it’s not a good idea for either of us to go down that rabbit hole. It’s not allowed for a reason, Mick.”

“Yeah, but…look at him.” Both of your eyes turned to look at Javier as he walked back to the table, the way his hips swayed almost criminal. “Look, if you already called dibs, I’ll back off completely.”

“No. There’s no dibs because I’m not going to risk my job over a man. But you do you.” You lifted your coffee to your lips and tried to swallow your jealousy along with the liquid, Mickey’s eyes lighting up as Javier returned with the meds.

“Were you doing anything this morning, Dr. Peña? We were just about to go to the thrift store.” Mickey leaned in as she began to try her luck with the doctor, your jaw clenching at the sight.

You knew if you told her to back off, she would—she was a good friend—but you telling her to back off would be an admission of your feelings for the man. And the idea of your cutesy feelings for your superior becoming common knowledge far outweighed the jealousy you felt seeing her flirt with Javier. Besides, if Javi was half the man you thought he was, he wouldn’t go fuck your best friend right under your nose. Right?

“I haven’t been to a thrift store in a long time.” He chuckled and turned his eyes to yours. “Lucky, would you mind if I came along?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. It’s a free country.” You shrugged and tried to hide your irritation with a forced smile, Javier chuckling at the sight.

“Alright, I’ll meet you guys over there. Unless you just want to go with me in my truck.” He offered and you opened your mouth to reject him, but Mickey was quicker.

“Sure!” She beamed at him and you had to force yourself not to gag at the sight. Javier nodded and stood up, walking the two of you over to his truck and opening the door.

Mickey climbed in first onto the bench seat, your eyes shooting Javier daggers as you watched him casually glance at her ass. He turned to you and gave you a smile, one that wouldn’t seem suspicious to anyone besides you. As you climbed in, he put his hand on your hip to help you, the warmth of his unexpected touch making your center start to ache for more. As though he could sense it, he shot you a sly wink as he closed the door and walked around to the other side.

Mickey and Javier chatted away the entire drive over to the thrift store, your chin propped up on your elbow, leaning on the door and staring out of the window. You wanted to be anywhere but inside of this living nightmare, your best friend flirting with your crush, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just been inside of you not even twelve ours beforehand.

“Should I keep my eye out for anything in specific?” Javier leaned into your side as he walked with you into the thrift store, Mickey way ahead of you and making a bee-line towards the clothing. His shoulder brushed yours and you shot him a glare. “Come on, I only came to spend some time with you.”

“I didn’t ask you to.” You spat at him as you grabbed a cart, Javier’s hand resting on the small of your back as you walked backwards into him. “Stop it with the little touches, Javier! We’re in public.”

“We can find somewhere private.” He shrugged and winked at you, his eyes lowering to your cleavage. You scoffed at his proposition and walked off, desperate to cool off the heat in your cheeks from your fluster.

•••

Javier was following you around the store like a lost puppy. Currently, you were stood in the glassware aisle, eyes perusing shelves upon shelves of vases while Mickey tried on her picks in the dressing room. He could care less about the home decor he was examining alongside you, but he would feign interest in anything if it meant getting to be by your side.

“Am I supposed to have shit like this in my house? Vases.” He held up an ugly, polka-dot printed vase, watching as your face turned sour at the mere sight of it.

“God, not that specific one, but yes. Most people have decorations in their houses.” Your chuckle eased the constant irritated tone you’d been giving him all morning.

His eyes remained locked on you as you lifted up a clear vase, spinning it in your hand to inspect it for any scratches before you set it down in the cart.

“Maybe you could help me pick out a few things. Show me the ropes.” His body moved to cage you between him and the cart, his bulge pressing against the swell of your behind as his hands found your hips. You shivered at his proximity and pushed back against him to feel him even more, his lips dying to press against the back of your neck.

“Look what I just scored!” Mickey’s voice broke the two of you apart, Javier turning around and clearing his throat as she showed you the dress she found. It was a deep purple and silky gown, and he imagined it would look much better on you than your friend. “Thought it would be perfect for the Gala.”

“It’s gorgeous, Mick. I should probably go find one too.” Javier smiled at the thought of you dressed up in a gown, the smile turning into a grin as his thoughts turned filthier when he imagined taking it off of you at the end of the night. “Hey, Jav. Could you watch the cart while I go check out the dresses?”

“Yeah. Sure.” He turned to you with a soft smile. “You want me to follow you guys? Give you a man’s opinion?”

“A man’s opinion has never been useful to me.” You gave him a smirk as you walked off with your friend. Your confidence never failed to make him blush.

Javier wasn’t used to this sort of back-and-forth with the women he was interested in. They typically weren’t the type to like banter. Though beautiful and decently smart, they tended to be pretty vapid and shallow, the conversations being quite superficial in turn. But with you, talking seemed to be as fun as the physical part of your relationship. You were snide and crass and funny. That’s what did him in the most. You actually made him laugh—something not even his good friends could do.

As he waited for you to come back, his eyes scanned over the wall art at the back of the store. He figured that it would be an easy start in decorating his home—all he had to do was see something and like it. Simple enough.

His eyes locked on an abstract painting of a young woman, her pointed eyes and smirk reminding him instantly of yours. She even wore a similar red dress to the one that you’d been driving him crazy with all morning.

He stood there in front of the piece for a good while contemplating whether or not to get it, but eventually decided that hanging a visual reminder of your existence wouldn’t help at all with the already overwhelming crush he had on you.

“Alright, you ready to go or did you want to keep looking around?” Your voice was like a shot of epinephrine to his heart, perking him up and reviving him. He shook his head and lowered his eyes to the dress you’d picked out, not failing to notice how little fabric the gown seemed to have to it. “Alright, Mick. Let’s check out and go.”

“Good, I’m desperate for a nap.” She grumbled and led the three of you to the registers.

“I have to hurry if I want to catch the bus so I can pick up Rose’s groceries.” Javier’s ears turned hot as he tried to muster the courage to offer you his help.

“I could…take you.” Both pairs of eyes turned to him as the two of you set your things on the counters. “I have to go shopping anyways, so it’s really no trouble.”

“Well, that’s an awfully nice thing for you to do, doc.” Mickey teased with a smirk pointed at her friend, finally seeming to understand that Javier had zero interest in flirting with her.

“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? I could just catch the bus—“

“No, it’s no problem at all.” He hoped his smile wasn’t too hopeful, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit desperate for just a little bit more time with you—this time away from the suspicious eyes of your friend.

“Alright, yeah. Sure.” Your casual shrug and slight smile was all Javier needed to feel like he was on top of the world.

He may have broken the speed limit a few times in an effort to get to Mickey’s parked car at the cafe, his mind swirling with ideas on how to transition this whole grocery trip into something resembling more of a date.

“Alrighty, you two. I’ll see you at the hospital in the morning, Dr. Peña.” Mickey grabbed her bags from the backseat and stuffed them carelessly into her trunk, turning her eyes from Javier’s to yours. “And we’re still on for tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m ready to go.” Javier bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from asking what the two of you had going on tonight as Mickey climbed into her car and drove off.

•••

“Thank you for offering to drive me. I’m hoping that I can afford a used car before winter rolls around.” You felt the need to make conversation in order to distract yourself from wanting to crawl over the bench seat and pounce on him as he drove you to the grocery store.

“You can borrow the truck anytime. I’ve got, uh, a little Audi I never like to drive around—too flashy. But, if you ever need to get around on your own, I’d happily let you use my baby.” He patted the dashboard before giving you a smirk, your lips parting as you watched his hand rub over the leather.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll keep that in mind.” You turned your head to look out of the window, this constant blushed state starting to really irritate you.

“Has McCartney missed me?” You could hear the smirk on his lips.

“No, but Rose sure has. Almost spilled the beans to Mickey earlier.” You turned back to him, watching him shrug.

“That wouldn’t be so bad.” He glanced over at you with another smug grin and you chuckled, shaking your head at him.

“You’re a determined guy, I gotta give you that.” He chuckled and reached over, pinching your chin.

“You look too good today. It’s not fair.” His hand lowered to your throat, then the exposed skin of your chest before slipping underneath the fabric to palm your breast. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm palm against your skin, the public nature of it all making you drip. “Come over here and feel what you do to me.”

You did as he asked, sliding across the bench seat until your thigh was flush against his, your hand sliding up the material of his jeans until you were palming his bulge. You gasped at how hard he was, wanting more than anything to feel his weight on your tongue.

“You want me, bebita?” He asked as he pulled into the grocery store’s parking lot, your head nodding eagerly. “Can you wait until after we’re done shopping?”

“I’d rather not.” He laughed at your honesty before shaking his head.

“You can wait. Come on, let’s go inside.”

“But you’re hard.” You studied his smile before feeling him lean over and kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you at the cafe and no one noticed, I think I’m fine.” As if it was easy, he pulled away and opened his door, holding his hand for you to slide over and get out the same way. You slid out without his help, not needing any more reason to want to drop to your knees for him right in this HEB parking lot. Javier seemingly chuckled at your fluster as you walked ahead of him towards the store. “You okay?”

“Yep. Doing great.”

•••

“Hey, darling. Oh! And my hunk!” Rose greeted the two of you at her door, urging you to come inside and set the groceries down on her counter. “Couldn’t stay away, could ya? Lie to me and tell me it was my beauty that brought you back and not the young woman beside you.”

“It’s all you, Rosie.” He winked at her as he started to put away her groceries, your heart swelling in your chest at how soft he was with the old woman. “Did you want me to leave anything out, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yeah. Leave the chicken out for me, honey.” She wabbled over to the two of you in the kitchen, studying you as you both awkwardly moved around each other to put things away. “Are you staying around for dinner, Jose?”

“Jose? Forget my name already, Rose?” He teased her with a smile, her eyes turning to yours.

“I lied earlier so that you wouldn’t spill the beans to Mickey about Javier.” You filled them both in on the situation.

“Mickey doesn’t even know? How secret is this little affair—wait, it’s not an actual affair, right?” She leaned forward to try and get a look at Javier’s left hand.

“No, not an actual affair.” You chuckled and took a deep breath. “Mickey doesn’t know. No one knows.”

“And how do you feel about that, Javier?” You turned to watch him along with Rose, Javier’s cheeks flushing pink as he grabbed all the plastic bags and packed them into one before moving to put them in the trash.

“Wait, I like to use those for McCartney’s walks.” You grabbed the bags from his hand and brushed your fingers against his, his pink cheeks now red.

“I, uh, I’m just along for the ride, I guess. Letting her call the shots.” He smiled at Rose and walked out of the kitchen, allowing her to take his arm as he walked her to her recliner.

•••

While Javier was helping Rose sit down, he leaned over and whispered to her. “I think I’m warming her up. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Oh, just when I thought I had a chance.” He chuckled at her and placed a kiss to her temple before standing upright and walking back to you. “I’ll bring your dinner by around five, honey. Are you staying, Javier? You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, he’s staying.” Javier whipped his head over to look at you, your smile casual, but your eyes conveying all the unspoken feelings he so desperately longed to hear. He turned back to Rose with a boyish grin, shrugging as his hands rested on his hips.

“Well, I guess I’m staying.”

•••

The minute you got Javier inside your apartment, you pounced on him. McCartney barked and jumped up to play as Javier picked you up around his waist and carried you into your bedroom, the two of you giggling as you tried to swat him away.

“Come on, Macca. You’re being a total cockblock right now.” You groaned as you were forced to get up and shoo him out of the bedroom, shutting the door to keep him out. When you turned around, Javier was right there, his hands gripping you and pulling you to his body. You moaned as he kissed you, biting your lip as he backed you against the door. “I want to taste you, Javi.”

“Yeah?” He growled against the skin of your neck as he fought the urge to leave a mark. You nodded and slipped your hands down his body until you were palming his erection, his moans spilling right into your ear as he bucked his hips into your touch. “You can have whatever you want, bebita. I’m all yours.”

“For now.” You kissed his cheek before dropping to your knees, looking up at him as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His chest lifted and fell as your hands tugged his jeans down his thighs, his cock springing out and hitting your face. You giggled at it, gripping him at his base and tapping his head against your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” His eyelids were heavy with lust as he watched you stick out your flattened tongue and lick off the precum, his cock twitching in your grasp. You hummed as you wrapped your lips around him head, releasing him with a pop. He shivered and twitched again, another bead of precum dribbling down his tip.

“So sensitive. Keep this up and I might start thinking you’ve got a thing for me.” You grinned at the effect your words had on him, his moans now falling out against his control. When you put him into your mouth completely and hummed around him he filled your mouth with his unexpected release, his moans now so loud that Rose surely could hear from her spot in the living room next door.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s never happened to me before. You’re an impressive woman.” He panted as he kept himself propped up with one hand pressed to the door, his body jerking when you continued to suck him dry. He cupped your face and guided you onto your feet, pinning your body against the door and kissing his taste off your lips and tongue. “Your turn, bebita.”

He lowered to his knees in front of you and slid his hands up underneath your dress lifting it over his head and disappearing. “God, this fucking dress.”

You giggled at the sight until you felt his nose nuzzling against your clothed heat, your head falling back against the door. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties and pulled them off, tossing them carelessly behind him before returning both hands to your thighs. He gripped your flesh as his tongue slid further into your heat, taking his time in exploring you.

“You’re so good at using your mouth.” He smiled against you and it brought a grin to your own face. “Such a big ego, too.”

He curled his finger inside of you just to remind you of how justified his ego was, your thighs trembling under his grip. He slurped up all of your arousal, fingers prodding at your favorite spot inside while he sucked you into his mouth, bringing you over the edge in record time.

“Oh my god!” You held his head through the fabric of your dress and kept him there against you, his tongue working you through your high until it became too much. When you let go of him, he backed away from you, a wicked smile on his face as he stood up and kissed your juices into your mouth, your hands clutching at his shirt to keep him as close as possible.

“Go out with me. On a real date.” He breathed out against your lips as his forehead rested against yours, your head shaking against him. “You want me to beg?”

“No, I don’t want you to beg.” You lifted his head away and stared into his eyes, offering him a blissed out smile to ease the sting of your rejection. “I want you to stay the night.”

“Thought you had plans with Mickey.” His eyes bounced across your features and you pulled him in for another deep kiss that left both of you breathless.

“I’ll cancel.” Your lips moved against his as you spoke, earning a laugh. “I can’t give you a date, but I can give you this. Me and you in my apartment. Where nobody is here to tell on us.”

“Okay, bebita. I’ll take what I can get.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and hummed, gathering the strength to pull away. He zipped himself up as you opened the door for your dog, his happy face waiting right by the door. “McCartney, I think your mom is starting to like me.”

You grinned at the sight of him kneeling down to pet your dog, his words giving you the courage to finally come out and admit that it was true, whether you liked it or not.

“Yeah…I think she is.”

•••

Time passed quickly, the two of you curled up together all afternoon in bed catching up on some much needed sleep. Javier was elated that your walls were beginning to come down, little by little. Just yesterday you were pushing him away, and now here you were wrapped up in his arms fast asleep.

A few soft knocks woke him up, his eyes prying open and head lifting from the pillow to check the time. With a kiss to your shoulder, he stirred you awake.

“Wake up, bebita. Rose is here for dinner.” You grumbled and turned around, hugging him close. He chuckled and kissed your cheek, stroking your hair back. “I’m gonna go let her in while you wake up.”

“Okay,” your sleepy voice very quickly made its way to the top of his favorite sounds. It took all the strength he had to leave you alone in that bed, but he knew he couldn’t keep Rose waiting.

Padding his feet over to the bedroom door, he picked up his jeans and shirt and tugged them on before finally making it to the front door. With a smile, he opened it and welcomed the old woman inside.

“Took an awfully long time to come let me in. Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” She gave him a wink as she handed him the hot glass dish with aluminum foil covering it.

“No, too tired for any of that.” He chuckled and walked the dish over to the kitchen, setting it down before turning to look through your cupboards to find plates and cups.

“The one by the fridge.” You husked out as you groggily stumbled into the kitchen, kissing the top of Rose’s head as she sat at the dining table. Javier smiled at the sight of you in sweats and a tank top, your hair thrown up in a mess of a bun. “What did you make us, Rose?”

“Broccoli and chicken casserole. I hope you like it,” both of you shushed her worry at the same time before exchanging an amused look. “Well aren’t you two cute.”

“Watch out, you’re gonna scare her off.” Javier warned as he brought the plates over to the food and spooned a good helping into each. He delivered the plates with kisses to both of the ladies foreheads, ever the charmer.

“Has she admitted she likes you yet?” Rose asked as she took a bite of the food, earning a glare from you across the table. Javier chuckled and brought over three cups of water before sitting down and taking a bite.

“We’re still working on that.” He gave you a knowing smile from across the table, his foot tapping yours. “What about you, Rose? Any men knocking on your door to give you flowers?”

“I’ve outlived them all.” He chuckled at her dry sense of humor, realizing now why you and her got along so well. “But if you’re offering, I do love a good lily.”

“Not a rose?”

“Don’t be corny, Javier. It’s not a good look on you.” She gave him a once over before rolling her eyes. “Oh, who am I kidding? You could make a burlap sack look good.”

•••

It felt much too natural having dinner with Javier and Rose, the two trading flirty comments and witty banter like it was their job, bringing a wide grin to your face as you remained silent just to watch them.

It wasn’t only dinner that felt right, it was cleaning up after, sending Rose home with the leftovers, and coming back to curl up on the couch together with McCartney and a movie in the background.

Your lips found his like they belonged there, the two of you in no rush to take things up a notch—perfectly content with just sitting there kissing.

It was like he’d always been around, his scent even reminding you of home in some indescribable and nostalgic way. You found yourself being pulled to him like a magnet, and the more you allowed it, the harder it became to stop yourself.

“Javi?” You pulled away from his kiss breathless, your forehead resting against his.

“Yeah, bebita?” He tipped your head back so that he could look into your eyes.

“If we were to do this…how would we go about it? You know, to make sure no one found out.” You bit your lip and looked back at him with nervousness all over your face. He studied you for a minute before smiling.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Secret dating?”

“Dating. Period.” His honesty was appreciated, but didn’t help to ease your worries. “Listen, bebita, I don’t know how we’d do it, but I do know that I want to. I’ve never felt this way…for anybody. I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to have this with you.”

“Even if it means no fancy dates, no flirting with me at work—no special treatment. That’s big for me. I want to earn my surgeries.”

“You have. Every surgery you’ve gotten is because you’ve deserved it.” He pecked your lips and you felt yourself start to let go of your fears. “Whatever it takes, cariño. I told you, I want this.”

“Alright, let’s…let’s try it out.” He grinned from ear to ear and tugged you onto his lap, making you giggle. “But if it gets messy or hard or stops being fun, promise me you’ll let me walk away. And I’ll let you go, too.”

“I promise.”

No matter how irresponsible or reckless it may have been to give into your feelings, you also thought it was reckless to cast them aside. You had so little in your life that made you feel this way, and it felt wrong to push it away just because your employer deemed it inappropriate. You knew what it was, and it wasn’t a power grab or some meaningless fling—Javier felt like home and you were determined to explore that. At whatever cost.

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☨ Fire Away ☨ Chapter Seven

▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾ ▲ Warning: cursing, mention of death ▲

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“He’s not making any progress, Aro.”

I stared down at the floor; Caius sat to my left as Aro sat stone still as the doctor’s words met his ears. “What does that even mean?” His eyes wide. “You’re giving up on him?”

The doctor let out a sigh, “No-“He paused glancing towards Caius. “But his body has been through so much and he’s still losing blood. The surgeon has gone in multiple times and after a while, enough is enough.”

It had been 6 weeks since Marcus was ambushed – his prognosis becoming worse as the days pressed on. It seemed like almost every day there would be a blood transfusion flowing through his IV. He was still in a coma-like state, his body starting to wear out from the constant stress. He had been to the OR countless times or had some sort of bedside procedure going on to figure out where the bleeding was coming from. When the surgeon thought he found the source, his blood work showed otherwise.

Aro stayed silent – the look of horror and sadness present in his dark eyes. “You just need to do whatever to make sure he comes back home.” His voice deep and threatening.

The doctor slowly nodded his head, already knowing that there was no way Marcus was going to come back home. Aro knew that his brother was far from recovery but the thought of not having Marcus around drove Aro crazy. He leaned on his brother too much even though he was the one that “called the shots.” Marcus was the older, wiser brother. He was the father figure Caius needed in his life – I could tell he really looked up to his older uncle.

The room turned silent as the doctor made his way out. A tense air filled the dark space, Aro’s body rigid with fear and anger. I glanced over at my husband, his blue eyes boring a hole into the floor, his thumb racking against his jean clad leg. I sat there just as awkwardly, not really sure what to say or to even talk at all.

“I know my brother-“Aro spoke. “He’s fucking strong and resilient.” Caius let out a scoff, pulling a cigarette from his blazer pocket. “Have something to fucking say, nephew?” Aro’s eyes directed on the blonde.

Sitting as close as I was, the anger could be felt as it rose from Caius’s body. During the past week or so, the atmosphere around Caius and Aro, especially while together, was problematic. They were more hostile towards one another – fighting and arguing more. Last week, they were practically at each other’s throats. “He’s fucking dying and you’re over here praying for a fucking miracle.”

“Caius.” I warned. His head turned towards me, shooting me a warning glare back.

Aro sat back in his chair, his arms folded as he looked at the future of the family. “Maybe if you were with him, you would have been the one that was shot. I guess then I would be saying the same about you.” His voice eerily calmer.

“If I was with him, he wouldn’t have gotten shot.” Caius forced.

“Trying to tell me something, nephew.”

Caius just shook his head, removing himself from the couch. I watched as he stormed through the office doors, the wood slamming back into place. I let out a sigh, turning to look back at Aro. His face showed no emotion, a trait that Caius inherited as well.

“He’s such a stubborn bastard.” Aro finally spoke after a few moments. “Can’t tell him anything.” I stayed silent – not wanting to speak on the subject.

“When was the last time you ovulated?”

My head snapped in his direction, “Excuse me?”

Aro settled back into the chair, “When was the last time you ovulated?”

“First of all-“ I started. “I don’t think that’s any of your concern and then secondly, I don’t track those kinds of things.”

A smirk formed on his face. “I guess a better question would be when was the last time you and Caius fucked?”

I was disgusted. “That’s definitely none of your fucking concern.”

His brown eyes turned dark, “When it comes to carrying on the Volturi name, it is my fucking concern.” I kept silent. “You were brought into this family to give my nephew the son he needs and deserves. You have one fucking job, Vanessa.” His eyes glaring in my direction. “If I were to hear that you’re taking birth control or having my nephew use fucking protection-“He paused, chuckling to himself. “Well - let’s just say it won’t be good for you, my dear.

“Are you threatening me?” Our eyes connecting.

The smile on his face widened, “Darling Vanessa-“ He slowly rose from the chair, stalking towards me. “I’ll make sure to have Dr. Miles see you this evening. You know-“ He stood over me, my heart pounding in my chest as he stood at eye level. “Just to make sure everything is in working order.”

“And if I say no?” I pushed.

He stood straight, “Wouldn’t want me to bring back Victor, now would you?”

His smile disappeared as he calmly walked out of the room, the silence swallowing me whole…

I watched as he moved his arms up and down, the heavy weights causing his muscles to strain with each push. Caius was silent for most of the afternoon – only grunting or having one-word answers when asked something. His outlet was cigarettes and barbells. I sat in silence as he walked around the gym, his eyes trained on himself in the mirror. The tension from before still present in his body, not giving up as easily as he would have liked.

“Aren’t you bored?” His breathing ragged.

I shrugged my shoulders, “There’s nothing else to do around here.”

Shaking his head, he released the weight, dropping back onto the ground. He laid there for a moment before I removed myself from the couch, crouching down next to his sweaty form. His hand reached out, rubbing my bare thigh. “What’s the matter?” He asked concerned.

I hesitated for a moment, “Nothing.” I gave him my best smile. “Just tired is all.”

His eyes searched mine, not buying my answer. “You sure?”

I nodded my head. My conversation yesterday with Aro was kept a secret between him and I. Caius and his uncle were already fighting about Marcus and I didn’t want to make it worse by telling him what was said. Aro did stay true to his word though – the doctor making sure to visit while Caius was at work earlier this morning. I laid uncomfortably as a nurse and the doctor made sure there were no inserted birth control devices and to make sure I was in the shape I needed to be in order to conceive a child. The surprise of it all was the small image on the screen during the ultrasound.

The days we spent just enjoying each other during our honeymoon seemed to do the trick. With all the stress revolving around what happened to Marcus, I didn’t even notice that my period was late. It was irregular to begin with, so it wasn’t uncommon for me to miss one here and there. I was definitely more tired, but I just chalked it up to being stressed. I wasn’t nauseous or craving weird things. I begged the doctor to keep the secret – not wanting Aro to find out before Caius. I wasn’t even sure when I was going to tell my husband. I was barely 4 weeks – from reading, this was the earliest you could find out you were pregnant. I didn’t have any body signs, my stomach still the same shape it was before. I didn’t need Caius stressing out any more than he already was. I also needed to find a doctor that wasn’t linked to the Volturi family to get an accurate result.

Caius’s body lifted off the floor, a groan escaping past his lips as he grabbed my hand, pulling me up to his sweaty body. “Let’s get ready for bed.” His lips gently touched mine.

“You need a shower first.” I spoke against his lips.

“Is that so?” He teased. “I thought women enjoyed it when men were all hot and sweaty?”

I broke from the kiss, his hands keeping me against his body. “Well, you are hot, and you may be sweaty, but you also smell a little too.” My face turning up. “It would be different if you were hot and sweaty but still smelled like body wash.”

He looked at me with fake offence. “I can’t believe you just said I smell.” His voice going up an octave. “I thought I smelled like fucking roses.”

“Yeah, if they were drenched in sweat and thrown in the trash can.” I muttered.

He stayed silent for a moment before pulling me back, flush against his body. He started moving our bodies together, our laughter’s filling the room. “Now you smell like sweaty roses, sweetheart.” I tried pushing away, my cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. “Looks like we both need to shower…”

“My goodness, Vanessa-“Charlotte smiled. “Looks like someone worked up an appetite overnight.” I blushed as she removed the plate from in front of me. I had asked for an extra helping of pancakes, not expecting to finish them and the two that were originally made for me.

“I guess I was just really hungry.” I lied with a smile.

She nodded her head, smiling back as she headed towards the kitchen. I wiped away any excess syrup that may have lingered before standing up to go back to our room. Caius had left for work early this morning, a soft goodbye kiss greeting me as he was leaving. I softly closed the bedroom door, walking towards the bathroom. My tired figure stared back at me as I turned to the side. I lifted the old t-shirt, my hand cradling my stomach. It had been a week since I saw the ultrasound and I still hadn’t told Caius. I managed to find an OBGYN that was taking new patients, my first appointment being in two hours. I couldn’t help but smile slightly as I rubbed my belly. I was still in shock. I didn’t expect to get pregnant so fast. I at least wanted to wait a couple months, but my body had other ideas.

I took my time in the shower before pulling on a pair of jeans and one of Caius’s flannel shirts. I didn’t bother putting on any makeup, simply pulling my hair into a high ponytail. I retrieved Caius’s keys from his office, making my way to the garage. The Range Rover was blacked out – the windows so tinted that it was impossible to see inside. I plugged in the directions to the clinic, the sound of country music played softly from the stereo. The car smelled like him. Cigarettes and aftershave lingered on the upholstery. Thoughts of how Caius would take the news rambled in my mind. Would he be happy, upset? What was going to happen if and when Aro found out? I was a bit surprised that he didn’t know by now – the medical staff keeping their word. The looming thought that I tried desperately to push into the back of my mind was what would happen if I do have a son? He would inherit the Volturi legacy and take over the family business of murder, greed, and tragedy. How was I as a mother supposed to sit back and allow that to happen? What if the people that are after Caius and his uncles turn the cards and come after my child? My first priority as a mother is to protect my child and if that means taking him or her away from their father, then that it something that would have to be done.

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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Good day! I dont know if your request are open but if they are,

Can I request a story where Ed and Victor constantly butt heads with each other for y/n's attention/affection while y/n in the background is just filming the whole thing with Oswald in her lap? I adore Riddler x y/n and Victor x y/n in your stories, but I wanna give Oswald some love too[:

Hello dear, thank you for your request! Of course you can!

Here it is. It takes place just after the Skyfall drabble and @flaysthings alternative end. Here are both if you want to read it:

SKYFALL

SKYFALL ALTERNATIVE END 1 by @flaysthings

Warning: profanities, Gotham universe: so twisted relationships, slight NSFW themes, English isn't my first language, sorry about it I'm working on it.

Word Count: 2.029

UNDIVIDED ATTENTION

"RED!" Screamed both voices at the same time, just before a deafening silence took its place in Cobblepot's living room.

"Correct." A feminine bored voice sighed from one on the couch. A camera hanging nonchalantly in her right hand. "But it wasn't too difficult to figure it out, I mean, I always wear something red... You just have to look at me or sleep with me to know it..."

"Now dear, don't sound so defeated, and please, don't bring your sexual life in this mess. I just wanted to make sure both idiots knew the most basic things about you before hardening our little game," Oswald's own bored voice said.

Currently perched on the woman's lap like he would on his throne, the king of Gotham threw the little card abhorring purple and black questions marks he was holding nonchalantly on the floor.

"Care to explain, again, why we are doing this stupid game while I could be outside beheading some dude who wronged you? And why do I have to film it all? " She asked, nodding politely when Cobblepot presented a cup of tea in front of her mouth.

A sign of his head encouraged her to let him help her drink the warm liquid. "Don't worry, it's not too hot, I made sure of it." He added, earning dirty glares from the two other men in the room. "To answer your question," continued Oswald when he was satisfied about the amount of tea she drunk.

"First, you're not ready to go on a french killing spree my dear. You were shot badly two days ago and still need to recover. A beheading would open your stitches again.

"Second, because we have to stop this stupid competition between your dear husband and... your...uh... other informal one? The camera is for other purposes, mainly for my own entertainment, later." His statement made her raise a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Don't try to complicate things, Oswald!" Spat Riddler between gritted teeth from his own couch. "I was the one who found Y/N bleeding in a shady alley. I was the one who started to stop the bleeding and make sure she wasn't freezing to death.

"So, logically speaking I had to be the one who transport her to Leslie's clinic." The man in green ranted while making frantic movements with both hands and arms.

"Logically speaking, it would have to be ME, her fucking HUSBAND, who should have held her, transported her and monitored her state during the operation. Not you, fucking nerd." Victor hissed as his hands were clenching the armchairs of his seat so hard the wood whined.

"Ah!" Ed scoffed. "Because you're a freaking surgeon now? So well versed into human anatomy you would have helped Lee when she asked someone to literally plunged both hands inside of Y/N ribs cage?!"

That was it. Victor's right hand rushed under his arm to grab his gun in his holster as he jumped out of his couch, Ed imitating him but seizing his brand new cane, ready to smash the electric part of it on the other man's face.

"Want me to show you the whole extent of my human anatomy knowledge, Nygma?" Threatened Zsasz with a numb voice. The kind of voice - with him - meaning you were now walking on thin ice. As thin as rice paper.

A kind of voice, which made Y/N zoom as much as she could to be able to capture the wrinkles just between the hitman's eyebrows. Now she started to have some twisted kind of fun.

Ed felt a cold drop of sweat licking his neck and back. He never liked Zsasz. Never. His mere presence was enough to make him cringe. But he wouldn't change what happened two days ago.

Y/N was barely alive and he was, with Leslie, her best chance to stay alive. He wouldn't lose her to contempt Victor's bruised ego. Out of the question. And he would never let go of a chance to be close to Gotham's no.2 assassin. Sorry not sorry.

"Gentlemen!" Screeched Oswald who hadn't moved from his cozy spot. "Let's not repeat the shooting contest, which took place in Lee's clinic. I'm not going to threaten you with a scalpel, but I swear to impale both of you on a freaking umbrella should you not stop THIS INSTANT!"

"You still owe me an explanation concerning this shooting by the way, " added Y/N's tired voice from under Cobblepot, who immediately turn around to scrutinize her.

"Nothing much to tell dear, just continue to film. Victor shot Ed's privates parts. Ed dodged and also tried to shoot his jewels and missed. End of the story. You're tired. Don't concern yourself with their stupid shenanigans." He cooed, just before turning on his spot again to glare at the two other men still facing each other with their gun and cane out.

"Stop it! Both of you! Y/N isn't feeling well enough to kick some sense into your thick heads." Yelled Cobblepot. Nygma and Zsasz didn't move for a good minute. Still killing each other visually. Slowly, both rose their weapon and finally put it back into their respective place.

"Good." Spat Oswald. "Now sit back. Let's resume our game." The little man clapped his hands once and leaned a bit in order to reach the deck of cards he had to put on the coffee table in front of him when Ed and Victor lost their calm.

Once again, Oswald shuffled the cards before clearing his throat. "Where were we? Ahem. Ah! Yes. I like this one. You're trap with Y/N in a burning building. All issues are condemned. You're doomed. But! She isn't panicking. Why?" He asked.

Zsasz and Ed sighed heavily.

"Cause she has a rocket launcher."

"Cause she was the one responsible for the arson and knows another way out."

Silence again. And the sound of squeaking armchairs from both seats occupied by Edward and Victor. "Well?" Asked Oswald, turning a bit to be able to catch Y/N's eyes.

The woman groaned loudly and let her back fall brutally against the seat back. "Oof! Fucking hell!" She cursed when white hot pain fused into her whole body. "Language!" Chastised Oswald automatically as he took the camera from her hands and put it delicately on the furniture in front of them.

He leaned back, and let her took a shaking breath to ease her pain. "So? Who's correct?" He pressed again.

Another Groan from her. "Fucking both." She said. "Victor is right, I would have a rocket launcher. And because of it, Ed is right too, I would know another way to get out.

" As he's also correct in his reasoning: if a building is burning to the ground and Firefly isn't in the middle of the flames, then the culprit would be me."

Now she was facepalming hard. "Look, it's not going anywhere. Plus it's embarrassing. We aren't organizing a huge lottery, and I'm not its fucking first price!"

"Absolutely. You're my wife. End of the story." Added Victor as he was throwing the cushion of his seat to Ed's face. Nygma yelled in outrage and smashed his left palm on the armrest.

"A wife you coaxed into the wedding! Screw you Zsasz! I am still working on finding a lawyer who would agree to send you divorce papers and I won't stop until finding them!" He shouted, also throwing his own cushion at the other man face, earning a petty middle finger from his opponent.

"Good luck with that one, nerd." The bald man said sadistically with one of his shit-eating grins.

As Oswald was opening his mouth to screech again a shot resonated in the living room, making Ed scream and jump on his seat and another made Victor pulls his legs up and cross them under him.

"What the hell Y/N?!" Yelled Edward as he was looking at the bullet hole a few millimeters from his left foot. "I saved your life!" He continued.

The woman nodded in an aggravated way. "Yeah, that's why I missed. Same for you, dearest." She added in a dangerous neutral tone. "Yeah, I figured it out myself. Since I know my wife well."

Another shot answered him, piercing the cushion just next to his ear. "Love you too", he mockingly purred earning the middle finger from her.

"I said no guns for you until you fully recovered Y/N!" Hissed Oswald as he grabbed the barrel of her weapon and pulled it out of her grasp. It joined the camera on the coffee table. "Where did you even hide it?! I asked Olga to search you before our meeting!"

The woman looked at him like a second head just popped next to his current one. "Did you think I was just happy to see you dear?" She taunted with a wolfish grin which made a blush explodes on Oswald's cheeks and neck. "It's not funny Y/N! Stop being lewd!" He yelled in a too high-pitched voice.

Her face lost her mischievous glee soon, though. Becoming all bored again. "Look. Everybody in this room knows about my favorite color, that my aka when I need one to work for someone is Persephone, and that I have a fucking tattoo on the back of my upper thigh, just under my fucking buttock.

"You all saw it two days ago. Gods, even Olga saw it and called me a whore in her natal babbling for it. So stop the questions Oswald. We're just wasting time and energy." She sighed while playing with a wild string on her own armchair.

Cobblepot gritted his teeth loudly. She was right, he knew. But it didn't solve their current issue. And he had enough of Ed and Victor constant head butting to gain her undivided attention like two little kids. "So, what do you suggest then? Because it has to STOP!"

The only woman in the room shrugged. "Not my problem. I'm not their mom", She spat before leaning a bit to be able to see them, despite Oswald still perched on her thighs .

"You're fucking grown men, act like it guys. I don't know, kill each other or something. Again. Your rivalry isn't my fucking problem." She said.

"Victor is my husband. I have made my peace with it a long time ago, Ed. And it's convenient. And he's terrific it in bed." The hitwoman added making Ed cringed in disgust and Victor beam like the sun. But his smile was quickly ripped off his face when his dear wife continued.

"And Ed is one of my most precious frenemy in town. Always was and always will, Victor. I love his stupid wit. His riddles amuse me beyond measure, his awkwardness too. It's just too cute", She added.

Oswald felt two hands grab him under his arms and lift him up from his sitting position on her lap. His feet gently found the ground, and he turned to be able to see Y/N also on her feet, dusting her leather suit. Her little scolding had the merit to let Edward and Victor froze on the spot.

Their three gazes were now on her, scrutinizing her moves like birds of prey. They followed her when she walked across the immense room and when she brutally stopped in front of the open double doors. "I'll not divorce my husband. Ed. Good old bitch me is way too loyal for that." She muttered.

"But I'll gladly sleep with Ed or start any romance he might want, Victor, should you ever betray me again like you did with Sofia." She added with a devious smirk.

Chaos. That's what she created when the three men's voices started to shout in perfect sync. Absolute chaos, in where she only was able to hear her own name being called, as well as a "Don't touch my camera you brutes!"

She also had enough, though. And did what she was best known for: living the total crazy mess she actively created without a glance back but a way too large smile on her sadistic face. Like she just told Ed, she was a bitch. And didn't have any problem with acting like one.

A/N - I hope you liked it dear! Have a beautiful day/night and take care!

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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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Note :

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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