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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 5

Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: NSFW, blindfolding, soft sub/dom, unprotected sex (this is just fiction, pls wear protection). Fluff. A little bit of ZoSan

A/N: I haven’t had the chance to visit South Korea due to Covid, so everything included is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

Word Count: 4.5 K

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Chapter 5

“Y/n it's our turn, let’s sing!!” Vivi told me, while pulling me from my arm. “Vivi, wait”, I said. I kept watching how Law was still hugging the girl. “What is it?... Oi!”, Nami said, also witnessing the scene.

“Don’t go, just… wait”, I begged my redhead friend who was ready to kill him. I saw how the mysterious woman and Law laughed together. Zoro didn’t even care, he was more drunk than anything else.

The girl was ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks. Law didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know if he was just simply so amused about the girl that he simply forgot about me, or, he was doing this on purpose, knowing that I’ll be watching, maybe to let me know he wasn’t going to commit to me in any way.

“That’s it. I’m leaving”, I stated. Vivi, Robin and Nami insisted on me shouting at Torao, but I couldn’t. I was so hurt, and, besides that, I wasn’t even his girlfriend, so I had no right to reproach anything to him.

The girls came with me, and we drove home. The boys didn’t realize we had left until long after we weren’t at the karaoke bar, when Sanji texted Nami asking what the hell had just happened. “Sanji, you should ask your stupid ass friend Torao, what the hell is he doing with a bitch?, plus, go get your boyfriend too, she is right next to him”, Nami said via audio.

Sanji sent an audio back, “Nami-swan! Zoro is not my boyfriend… wait, you were talking about him, right?, whatever, Torao is still with her, I’m gonna see who the hell is she and kick the hell out of stupid Law for hurting Y/n-chwan”.

I drove as fast as I could, at that point I only wanted to bury myself in bed and cry my eyes out. I was silent all the way. My friends knew there was no point in saying anything else, so they just strung along with me.

We got home, and Robin offered me some tea, yet, I politely turned the offering down and headed almost running to my bed. I covered myself up to my face, and pitiful tears sprouted from my eyes.

I heard my cell phone ring several times, I knew it was probably my friends asking if I was all right. But I didn’t have the strength to even see the screen.

“Why did you choose to hurt me like this, Law?” ... I whispered to myself, unable to understand why I was in that position, why after all the romantic stuff he has done for me he didn’t even care I was there…

I reached my phone and simply turned it off, I was fed up with it ringing. Some minutes, perhaps half an hour passed until I fell asleep, crying.

Suddenly, Nami’s loud screams woke me up. “TORAO, WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THIS SLUT HOME?”.

I didn’t hear Law’s voice, but I did hear someone climbing the stairs, quickly, almost running.

The door opened suddenly with a loud sound, like someone kicking on it. I was still in bed, and the bang of the door made me take an upright position instantly.

There he was, the villain of my story with tears on his eyes, hopeless, shaking. “Y/n-ya!!! it’s not what you think, let me explain…” “STOP, what type of lie are you going to spit out from your stupid mouth?, plus, what the hell? I heard Nami saying you brought that girl home. Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? what the fuck?” I shouted at him, also crying.

Suddenly, before Law could say anything else, I saw a brunette, tanned, tall girl, with big eyes that resemble Law’s ones. She looked at me, smiling and peacefully said, “Hello Y/n, my name is Lami. Trafalgar, Lami”.

I opened my eyes, and mouth… “Trafalgar?”.

“That’s right! I’m Law 's sister! Nice to meet you! I’m sorry if you got things wrong!” she said to my stunned me. “Oi, brother, she is so pretty!! Even more than in the pictures!”.

“Oh God…”. I was somehow relieved that Law wasn’t flirting with a girl, yet mortified because not only me, but all my friends had called Law’s sister a slut… a bitch.

“I am… I am really sorry… And, uhm, N-nice to meet you…”, I said, wiping the tears on my eyes. “It’s ok, darling! I’m leaving you alone so you can talk in peace, I’ll be downstairs!”. “O-ok”, I said sniffing.

Law slowly approached to the left side of my bed and sat there, next to me, in silence. I wasn’t capable of saying anything to him, either. I had put up a show, he probably thought I was a toxic girl, jealous or even worse things. I had mistrusted him. It was probably the end of something that hadn’t even started.

Suddenly, Law hurled himself on me, hugged me and nuzzled on my lap. “I thought you wouldn’t believe me, I’m sorry, I really do. Lami lives in Jeju and I wanted her to meet you because she is not traveling to Seoul any sooner, we just decided that we will be meeting at the bar so… so you could get to know her”. He said, still with his head buried onto my legs.

“Law…”, I began to cry again. I petted his hair and told him “I am the one who should be sorry. I- I thought you were a bad guy, a typical man that doesn’t care about the girls. I am sorry…”. I felt horrible.

I could hear downstairs my friends laughing, Sanji and Zoro fighting, Luffy shouting. Luckily everybody would make Lami feel comfortable, after all. Law was still sobbing over my lap.

After several minutes I decided to speak up. “Law, stop, you are not the one who should be crying asking me for forgiveness. You did nothing wrong. I was completely mistaken. I hope you will be able to forgive me someday”, I said, gaining composure in order to make things clear.

He sat back, looked at me with teary eyes and asked, “someday? There is nothing to forgive. I want to be with you, I … L…”

“Oi, you two, stop crying, Lami is leaving”, said Nami leaning on the door frame, smiling at us. As she left, and Law wiped the tears off my cheeks, we stood up from bed. I was still dressed so we headed downstairs right away.

“Sis, let’s go, I don’t quite remember how to get your home from here, so you tell me”, said Law. Lami looked at him with loving eyes, and said, “My big brother is always taking care of me, I missed you doc”. Law’s cheeks became red, and he hid under the white with black spots cap he was wearing.

Lami said goodbye to everybody, except me, “she probably hates me”, I thought.

I was going to wish her a good night, when Lami held my hand and pulled from me. “Let’s go sister-in-law, come with us!”. I followed them into the car unsure if Law wanted me there, because he was still embarrassed as hell.

I let Law’s sister sit on the passenger seat, and I sat on the back seat behind Lami. A few seconds after Law started the car Lami said, “Oi, Y/n! did you know that Law has never ever introduced a girlfriend to the family before?”. I choked a little when I heard her say “girlfriend”, and simply chuckled. Law told her to stop, but Lami continued telling me how “emo” he was when he was an adolescent, making fun of his sibling.

We finally arrived at Lami's house. It was a traditional Jeju stone house, with big windows and a typical korean roof construction. On the entrance was a tall guy wearing a cap with “PENGUIN” written on it, waving at us. Law parked the car next to a black Hyundai Ioniq.

“Oi!! brother-in-law!!! How are you? It’s been a year my dear friend!” the guy at the door told Law. We descended the car, and the guy hugged Law in a way “man” do. Lami introduced me to the man, he was his boyfriend, and they had been living together for a few years, and apparently before dating Lami, Penguin knew Law since they were little.

We went inside, and had coffee while chatting about everything. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at any moment, Lami and Penguin were really warm people.

Law’s sister and I headed to the kitchen. It was a perfect opportunity to ask her about their parents so I thought of the best way to bring up the subject. I didn’t need to, because it was the first thing that Lami mentioned.

“Y/n, I’m sure my cold brother didn’t tell you anything about our parents… right?”, she said. I was helping her putting some mochi onto a plate, so I looked at her and said “Not really… At first I thought Rosinante was his father, but then I realized that his surname was Trafalgar, not Donquixote”.

“That’s right, Rosinante is something like Law’s dad. When my brother was 10 years old, my parents passed away in a car accident. They were both doctors, the best ones of this city. Law looks exactly like my dad when he was younger…”, she stopped for a little, and continued, “We stayed with our grandparents at the moment. After two years, Law became really ill and had to be taken to Seoul for some doctors to cure him. Luckily, Rosinante was a volunteer at the children’s hospital where Law was being treated. After six months of intense treatment, he recovered and forged a friendship with “Corasan” who took care of him… Oh sorry, I meant, Rosinante. Corasan it’s just a nickname Law gave him during… the chemotherapy...”, she concluded.

“Oh… poor baby…I’m sorry for your loss too, Lami” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “Don’t worry, we are all right now, time has passed”, she said, grabbing my hand softly and smiling. She continued, “but let me tell you something, I’ve never seen Law with that type of twinkle in his eyes in the 24 years I’ve known him. He loves you; I can sense that. Plus, when you left the bar earlier, he became so desperate, he was truly worried about losing you”.

I blushed instantly, yet, I was so happy of hearing how he probably loves me that I giggled. And Lami, too.

From the living room we heard Law calling me, “Bab… Y/n-ya, let’s go home it is pretty late”. “Ah… my sweet loving brother and his ways…”, Lami said with a sarcastic tone, rolling back eyes. We both laughed and headed where the boys were.

“Oi Penguin, do you have a bottle of cold water? I tend to get thirsty when I drive”, Law asked Penguin and looked at me with some sort of look I can only label as… horny?. “Right, bro, let me get you one”, said the cool cap guy and headed to the kitchen. “He gets thirsty?” I said to myself a little confused, but dismissed the thought as my attention went to Lami who was showing me a photo of his brother when he was a little baby.

The happy couple invited us to the lantern festival that was taking place the next night at the historical center of the city. They told us to bring all of our friends too. We were excited about it, so we accepted the invitation and left the house.

During the ride along a road by the sea, Law asked me, “Babe, can you please turn the GPS on?, I don’t really know where I am going…”. I searched for my phone in my pockets, but realized I’ve left it at home. “I didn’t bring my phone… give me yours”, I told him. He grabbed his from the black jeans pocket and gave it to me. “Law, your phone is dead…”, I said, trying to turn it on.

“Yeah, my battery died after calling you twenty times when you left the bar…”, he said, kinda joking. “Oh…”, I gasped, and continued, “Well, let me enter the address on the car sat nav”.

I approached my hand to the little screen when Law stopped my hand and smirked. “It would be a shame if the computer wouldn’t work and we ended up lost…”.

“You clearly had this planned, right?” I said arching a brow. “Me, planning things? that’s not something I usually do…”, he said in a sarcastic way, but with a sexy tone that made me somehow fidget on my seat.

I came closer to his face and almost talking next to his ear I said, “Let’s get lost”. Law licked his lips, placed his right hand over my lap and said “Heh, sure… I can’t resist myself anymore”.

He suddenly turned the wheel and took a little road that took us to the beach. Finally, my lover parked the car, luckily it was a deserted zone, a cliff area, and there weren’t any houses or places nearer.

The beach ahead of us was lightened by an intense moonshine, the sea was choppy so the waves hit hard on the cliffs.

Law threw his seat back and patted his lap, “Strip for me, and come here, baby”. “Ah, so we are fucking on the car, nice…” I thought and began to take my clothes off.

“Don’t take that off, yet. You know that little bandanna you have on your head could help us…”, he said to me after I jumped over his lap. I felt a rock hard bulge under my core, he was already so ablaze for me.

He then untied the cloth that was holding my hair, smirked at me, and said “may I?” while covering my eyes with it.

“Lay you back on the steering wheel, baby girl”, he ordered me. I remember instantly how he likes to dominate me, so I followed his order to a “Yes, sir”.

His fingers ran from my mouth to my neck. He kept lowering them softly caressing my flesh. I could barely feel the touch of his fingers over my skin. He wasn’t talking, and I was unaware of what was coming next, I was blindfolded, but surrendered completely to this man.

All of a sudden I felt a cold sensation over one of my nipples, “Uhg…” I moaned, throwing my head back. Then the chilly stinging feeling moved to my other nipple. God, what is that?... and suddenly remember Law asking Penguin the cold water bottle. “Damn you, Law”, I said to myself but only being able to verbalize moans and grunts.

He began to trail an icy path from my breasts to my lower stomach. My heated skin mixed with the cold water that began to melt over my flesh, felt like a sweet torture.

“Your hot body is making the icy water melt and wet my jeans… or is it perhaps your own arousal for your Master, baby girl?”, he said to me, while running a thumb over my clit.

He then penetrated me with two fingers as he only knew how to, took them off and asked me to open my mouth. “Taste yourself, baby girl”, he commanded me, and I opened my mouth and sucked.

I heard - and felt- how he unzipped his jeans, and slowly took his member out. I could feel how he began to softly hit his manhood over my sex. He was playing with it, but my body couldn’t wait for it to be inside of me.

“Is it getting hot in here, huh?” he said and unbuttoned his black shirt. I knew it because he then grabbed my hands making me caress his skin. My hands wandered along his chest, but my mind was only focusing on how much I wanted to be penetrated by this man.

I was drowning in lust, I needed him to do something, but he didn’t. “Law… Sir… What are you doing?... fuck me, I want you to fuck me…”. He laughed, and violently but gently enough he pinched and twisted one of my erect nipples. A strike of intense pleasure hit my center, and it was so unexpected that I only purred at it.

He then ran his inked fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to his face, this time he wasn’t being gentle, he was being rough… and I loved it. “What do you think you are doing? I am the one who gives you orders in here, are we clear?” he said, whispering with a grunt in my ear.

“Y-yes sir, I- am sorry…”, I said, stuttering. “Good”, he said and kissed me. We made out, hard, feverishly. I could feel over my entrance how his sex became even harder.

He suddenly put his hands on each side of my waist and lifted me up a little bit, so I could place my knees on each side of the seat. He used his right hand to guide his pennis inside of me. It was just the tip of it, he was enjoying how I was probably miming the words “fuck me” repeatedly. After a few seconds of torture, he grabbing me again from my waist, pushed me down against his lap. “Ugh..” I said, opening my mouth, throwing my back to the steering wheel, so hard that I made the car horn sound.

I wanted to be penetrated, and he did it so roughly, yet so pleasantly.

I began to ride him, back, forward, up, down, tracing circles with my pelvis. My left knee hit the emergency brake handle, it hurt but I didn’t care. I placed my hands over his strong abs, letting all of my senses focus on the pleasure, imagining the expression he had on his face when I heard him groan.

Law pulled my hair and threw my neck back, again making me hit my back on the wheel, and used his hips to bang me, hard, burying himself into me. Every thrust made my body react with little spams; I was being sent to heaven.

Law untied the bandanna that was covering my eyes, and said in between the thrusts and an agitated voice, “I want to see your precious face when I make you cum”. My eyes slowly returned to its functions, admiring the sweaty thorax of Law, the way his stomach would go up and down picturing his rapid breathing. His face showed a red glowing, he was more than aroused. I was too, and as I reached for climax, placing my right hand over the steamy glass of the car window, Law did too with a hard “Huh”.

He bathed my insides once again. I remained still enjoying the warming sensation inside of me, trying to erase any worry at the time.

Law placed a hand on my back and pulled me closer to his chest, while lying his neck over the headrest of the yellow Sonata.

I rested my whole tired body over his, enjoying the touch of our warm skins, the scent of his body, with my lips wandering along his neck, leaving soft kisses over its skin.

“We should go back home; they might get a little bit concerned…” I told Law, still over him. “Yeah, you are right, let’s go back…”.

It was 4 am so once we got home and opened the door, we entered stealthily. I walked behind Law when he suddenly stopped, and I fell over him. “What is it, Law?!” I whispered, “I don’t know, this is kind of a slumber party…”, he whispered back at me.

Suddenly all the lights turned on. Everybody was sleeping on bare mattresses on the floor of the living room.

Little by little our friends but Zoro and Sanji woke up.

“Oh my god, finally…” said Nami and everyone began to laugh. They weren’t laughing at us, but at Sanji and Zoro who were sleeping cuddled.

Law looked at them and looked at everybody else and said, “Excuse me, is this something new to you? Oi Mugiwara-ya, tell them every time you three get to sleep at home they do the same”. Luffy nodded, still laughing.

No matter how much noise they made, nor Zoro or Sanji woke up, they seemed to be happily enjoying sleeping like this, so we didn’t want to bother them anymore.

“Let’s go back to sleep, guys. Y/n and Law you can sleep upstairs, we left Law’s bed intact”, said Franky winking at us. “Thank you!!” I said, and we went upstairs jumping through the multiple legs of our friends.

We climbed up the stairs, and went into the boy’s room. I was undressing when suddenly Law offered me a big loose t-shirt. “Don’t get me wrong I love your naked body, but what if the boys enter the room and see you naked?”, he said. “Oh, Law, are you jealous? hahaha”, I mocked him. “Well, let's not discuss jealousy…”, he said frowning.

I grabbed his white loose t-shirt with some kind of black power ranger called “Stealth Black” printed on it and put it on, giggling. I could have sworn he was a geeky nerd, and that was the proof.

Law and I jumped into his bed and muffled up with the bedding. He hugged me, kissing my head. “Thank you for making this the best holiday of my whole life…”, he said. “Thank you for paying the bus ticket that time…”, I whispered with my face pressed up against his chest. We both laughed and soon after fell asleep.

I woke up with the sounds of some birds chirping on the window. Law was still asleep beside me, with his ruffled hair, his cheek pressed against the pillow with his mouth open, snoring softly. I couldn’t help but drool over that image, so handsome even like that, the intimacy, the person I wanted to wake up to each morning.

I placed my head over the tattoos of his chest, following with my index finger the lines of ink on his skin. I remained there for a few minutes hearing his heartbeat, drunk of his skin scent.

Softly he began caressing my cheek, still without opening his eyes. He was probably half asleep yet.

I felt a million butterflies trapped on my stomach, I was so in love, I had fallen for this guy, hard. I felt a little guilty, I mean, how was I supposed to fall in love so quickly with a man?... I guess it was just love at first sight…

Law’s hand stopped moving, and suddenly I heard him mumble something like, “Mmmm- hum - I-I- love you Y/n-ya”. I widened my eyes, “did he just say he loves me? “I was completely surprised and even unsure if that was what he said or if it was just my imagination.

Some minutes later, he opened his eyes, slowly. “Good morning, baby girl”, he said, kissing my forehead. I was immobile, watching his face still trying to process what he had just said. “What is it?, are you sleeping with your eyes open? you are gorgeous but that would be a little creepy”, he said, surprised.

“N-No, uhm, I am awake, yes. Good morning”, I uttered. “Are you ok, Y/n-ya?”, he asked with a confused expression. “Yeah, uhm… Law… Do you sleep talk?”, I inquired him. “Oh… did I? I’m sorry... I do, yes. Sometimes. What did I say?”, he said this time with a worried expression. “Oh, no, nothing, I thought I heard something but I don’t know. It’s nothing”, I said, trying to settle the matter.

We remained cuddling up a little bit more, until we heard movements downstairs. They were probably waking up, so I decided to go to my room and get ready for the day.

“New pajamas”, I thought while taking off Law’s shirt. I folded and put it on my suitcase, I wasn’t willing to give it back to him.

I went ahead and showered. I let the warm water bathe my skin while thinking about Law saying “I love you” while he was asleep. Was he really? Did he really feel that or was it just a dream?... I guess I should wait…

After the bath, which clearly made me more anxious than relaxed, I went downstairs to the kitchen where Sanji was already preparing breakfast. I decided to help him with setting the table while chatting about the lantern festival of that night. Nami, Vivi and Robin joined us and were pleased that Lami and Penguin invited us to such a pretty event.

Our last day in Jeju passed with us visiting the Samseonghyeol Shrine, which is the oldest historic site in Korea. That place is considered as the birthplace of three demigods of the island, founders of the Tanma Kingdom that governed Jeju Island before the Joseon dynasty took over.

At noon we came back from the city and began to get ready for the festival that night. I received a message from Lami, “@TraffLami.06 > hello Sis! How is the day going? Is my brother treating you right?. Listen, we usually wear “hanbok” to the festival. If you want to too, you can rent them from a friend's shop. I send the location. See you tonight! ♥”. I got super excited for it, I loved cultural clothing and I wanted to see Law wearing those clothes too. I told my friends and we all agreed on renting one. Law, being the warm boy he was, wasn't so sure about it, but with a little kiss and a little begging I could convince him.

The night came and we all drove to the historical centre of Jeju. The place was all garnished with paper lanterns, string lights hanging from some bridges, lit inflatable displays, food courts, typical music being played that mixed with the buzz of hundreds of attendants that were enjoying the night.

I was wearing a hanbok in yellow and orange tones, while Law used a green and black one. He looked like a typical groom; I couldn’t help but fantasize a little about us getting married someday.

Luffy of course ran to the food stalls followed by everybody else, Zoro went ahead and attacked the stall where they were offering some kind of soju and Law and I waited for his sister and Penguin to arrive at where we were.

Law was more silent than usual and his face showed concerned. I thought at first about him missing his parents or family, maybe the festival triggered some memories, so I held his hand without saying anything. He squeezed my hand, and began to sweat.

“Are you ok, doc?”, I asked. He looked at me, I could sense he got really nervous and finally mumbled, “Y/n-ya we need to talk…” …

Part 6, FINAL

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waterchestnut123 · 4 years

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“To Catch a Turtle Dove” | One Piece AU

Summary: A bookstore clerk by day, a skilled thief by night; Nami didn’t choose this life, it chose her—but she’s learned to make the best of things in a cold, impersonal world. She has her friends, an odd bunch though they may be, and she’s managing to keep her ill sister alive pawning stolen goods. But when an opportunity presents itself to sneak into a ball held by the Province’s ruling Lord Trafalgar Law, a ball whose guest list includes the wealthiest of Flevance, she decides to leap on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But every thief slips up eventually—underestimates at least one target. If only she hadn’t underestimated him.

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Fandom: One Piece Setting: Victorian AU Genre: Action, Intrigue, Humor, Friendship, Romance. Pairings: Law/Nami Rating: M - Mature (for language, drinking and alcohol, canonical character deaths and moderate gore, other adult themes)

Notes: This was, in large part, inspired by Cameron Diaz’s character Jenny Everdeane in Gangs of New York. After watching the turtle dove scene I just couldn’t see her as anyone other than Nami. This story takes place in a Victorian-era setting (inspiration drawn from ~1860-1880) in the fictional kingdom of Grandlin which is divided into 6 different troubled provinces each ruled by a Lord in the service of a corrupt king. There are still devil fruits in this story, though I’ve had some fun with their role in the social fabric of this setting.

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{Read on AO3}

PART 1

Chapter 1: Her Mark Chapter 2: Found Family Chapter 3: Friends Help Friends Chapter 4: Nojiko and Rebecca

Chapter 5: Grandeur Chapter 6: Filling Pockets Chapter 7: Through The Front Door Chapter 8: Speculative Reporting Chapter 9: The Earring Chapter 10: Fool Me Three Times

Chapter 11: A Gilded Cage Chapter 12: The Scheme Chapter 13: Becoming Lady Bellemére Chapter 14: The Occupants of Castle Trafalgar Chapter 15: Dinner Chapter 16: Settling In Chapter 17: Death

Chapter 18: Showtime Chapter 19: The Nutcracker Chapter 20: A Member of the Household Chapter 21: Christmas

PART 2

To Be Announced

PART 3

To Be Announced

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Inspiration + Reference Posts

Map of Grandlin Kingdom Castle Trafalgar (1st floor) Layout of Robin’s Apartment

Robin’s Bookshop (Ohara Books) Castle Trafalgar Exterior Castle Trafalgar Ball Nami’s Ball Gown

Nami’s Room Lami Trafalgar Fashion Carriages Nami Fashion Victorian Undergarments

Other posts and updates: #To Catch a Turtle Dove

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mediicusvitae · 3 years

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Law x Nami

{ Ship Bingo - Accepting! }

{ Anubis, you along with Dom and Ashi are 100% to blame for me shipping this! I never paid much attention to them in the manga until I read your fics and their interactions on the dash and my eyes have been opened. I love the grumpy/sunshine trope these two have going on, the way parts of their backstories just mirror each other. They are both quick-witted and intelligent and between all the mutual pining and teasing they make one hell of a pair. Always keeping their partner on their toes but also allowing each other to move on from the demons of the past, slowly but surely healing together. Both Lamy and Lisa approved ship, 15/10. }

#{ I love them ♥♥♥ }#{ thanks for sending this in! c: }#ikkakuofheart #ikkaku-of-heart #;asks #;answered #;dash games #;outofspots

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ravensirens · 3 years

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What are some of your favorite ships to write?

I mostly write f/f and m/f. With m/m, I have to be really comfortable with playing male characters around you. I have a shit ton. :D; I have more! OC x OC

Anayuki MiraCrim RocketteShakti

my OC x canon

Please don't judge me ;-; ...

Mira

MiraLaw

Miyuki

Obey Me (Where she's a MC/Protagonist character) Uh... everyone. Though, Mostly... Miyuki x Mammon (gets into loadssss of trouble) Miyuki x Satan (cats, and more cats. Just... cats.) Miyuki x Beelzebub (8I Another tale of "he ate all my fries ;-;"...)

One Piece

Aceyuki (Ace x Miyuki) Saboyuki (Sabo x Miyuki) Koalayuki (Koala x Miyuki) Lamyuki (survivor au!Lami x Miyuki) Banana Fish Ashyuki (Ash x Miyuki, polyamory with Asheiji or before Asheiji) Shortyuki (Shorter x Miyuki)

Ana

AnaMarco (8I .... )

Crimson

One Piece

CrimKidd

Banana Fish

GriffCrim (for the lolz and just to make Ash and Miyuki uncomfortable.) CainCrim (u /// u power couple...I use her as a slight link between BF and Yasha? Where she's basically one of the prototypes to the next evolution of humans?)

Jasper

None yet... I pair him with his pillow as a joke. Rockette Not really sure. She's usually paired with Shakti. It'll be fun to figure out something. Shakti Not really sure either. She's usually paired with Rockette. It'll be fun to figure out something.

Marie Not really sure. Marquis Not really sure. Meteorologist Not really sure. (Meteorolgist/Storms) Nerissa She's over 7 foot Fishwoman with the misfortune to find humans attractive... She's also the only strictly heterosexual on the ship.

canon x canon

Banana Fish

Asheiji Shorasheiji Shoreiji Singeiji (Sing crushing on Eiji is cute, okay?) crack: Ibe/Max Jessica/Max Yut-Lung/Wine

Obey Me

Diavolo x Lucifer (they both act like parents to the demon bros.) Solomon x Asmodeus (sorta?) Everyone x MC/Protagonist

One Piece

I'm picking up Nami, Vivi, and Robin so...

Nami x Vivi (slowburn only/pen pals-lovers timeskip) Nami x Sanji Nami x Robin (slowburn only) (Nami is very much into badass women.) Nami x Tashigi (8I she doesn't think all marines are bad because her mother was one.) Nami x Law (I can see it, but she has more chemistry with Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp. Can see Law with an unrequited crush on her.) Nami x Usopp (I can see it, but I see these two as platonic lifemates more? You'll see these two hide together for the most part.)

Sabo x Koala (two peas in a pod? Except, Koala probably wants to kill him.) Rouge x Roger (two peas in a pod) Robin x Koala (these two are adorable. I can't.) Robin x Franky (Ship Mom and Dad. 'Nuff said.) Robin x Crocodile (very toxic relationship, that I can't help but want to delve in because psychological reasons.) Robin x Law (Can see them together. Robin's more Persephone and Law is Hades in this pair, in comparison to oc/canon Miralawi. Law isn't that picky, but I see him more into intellectuals. I may joke about LawxLuffy, but Luffy is too silly for him. And Luffy... Luffy's in another dimension 8I)

Vivi x Sabo (timeskip only: they can work I think. Vivi can show Sabo that not all nobles are bad. That some are actually good and try to do good because of their position and responsibility. Sabo may inspire Vivi to rebel more against her position.)

Vivi x Kouta (sp?) (her childhood revolutionary friend) I think they'd do great things as a ruling couple.

(I have my guilty pleasure otp's but I rather not get into those. One of them I can get into and that's SmoAce.)

#thank you for ask #c:#｢👤｣ breaching surface 〔ooc〕

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oktoberfest-and-pirates · 4 years

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more info on native countries & jobs:

- luffy (& ace): brazil, firefighter (& free surfer) - zoro: japan, police officer (criminal affairs bureau, drugs & firearms division) - nami: sweden, chilcare worker (& amateur model) - usopp: cameroon, graphic designer - sanji: france, beauty salon worker (& amateur chef) - vivi: egypt, archeologist - chopper: canada, elementary school teacher - robin: russia, flight attendant (& hobbyist linguist) - franky: usa (california), pilot - brook: austria, detective (& hobbyist musician) - jinbei: hawaii, fisherman - law: germany, surgeon - bepo: japan, judo instructor - shachi: germany, tattoo & piercing artist - penguin: germany, zookeeper (& works in an animal shelter) - ikkaku: germany, mechanic - lami: germany, pediatrician - corazon: spain, hospital clown

supernova & other friends under the cut

- teach: somalia, archeologist - kidd: scotland, weapons merchant - killer: norway, pasta shop - bege: italy, shoe shop - apoo: china, dj - hawkins: egypt, interior design (& fortune teller) - x-drake: turkey, zookeeper - bonney: australia, pizza shop - urouge: india, cabaret club manager - sabo: uk, journalist - koala: uk, journalist (& pro karateka) - marco: poland, aid worker (unicef) - nojiko: sweden, tattoo artist - bell-mère: france, police officer (gdes, intelligence agency) - kuina: japan, kenjutsu champ & instructor - smoker: japan, police officer (criminal affairs bureau, drugs & firearms division) - tashigi: japan, police officer (criminal affairs bureau, drugs & firearms division)

#native countries #current jobs #as in current when the oktoberfest takes place #please note that a lot of characters don't live where they were born at that time as well #will edit later #oktoberfest au

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one-shot-plus-size · 4 years

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Tytuł : Opiekunka

Parowanie : Jeremy Renner x Reader

Ostrzeżenie : Brak

Notka autora : Jesteś nianią na telefon która zajmuje się córka Rennera - Avą.

T/I : Twoje imię

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

- Dziękuję że mogłaś przyjść, naprawdę nie mam z kim ją zostawić. - Jeremy uśmiechał się lekko.

- W porządku - uśmiechnęła się lekko - i tak nie miałam nic do roboty. A lubię zajmować się Avą.

- Wynagrodzę Ci ten szybki termin - położył dłonie na jej ramionach - Ericowi jakiś klient odmówił i mógł dziś do mnie przyjechać. Chcemy popracować trochę z muzyką.

- Jak już mówiłam w porządku - uśmiechnęła się ponownie - gdzie jest?

- Na górze - wskazał palcem na piętro - leży jeszcze w łóżku.

- Dobrze - przytaknęła i udała się na piętro.

Gdyby on tylko wiedział ile znaczył dla niej jego dotyk to na pewno wyrzucił by ją z pracy. Uspokoiła oddech i udała się do pokoju dziewczynki. Blondynka leżała na łóżku i wpatrywała się w sufit.

- Hej śpiochu - przysiadła na brzegu łóżka.

- Tata znowu jest zajęty? - spojrzała na nią.

- Tak czasami bywa - zgarnęła z jej oczu kosmyk włosów - ale za to my będziemy się świetnie bawić co?

- Nie chce mi się wstawać - Ava przekręciła się na bok.

- No dalej leniuszku, zrobimy naleśniki na śniadania z sosem karmelowym.

- W serduszka? - dziewczynka się ożywiła.

- I w lamy - zaśmiała się.

- Lamy?

- Tak kupiłam nowe foremki do naleśników. (T/I) uśmiechnęła się szeroko - to jak wstajesz?

- A mogę zostać w piżamie?

- Możesz - podniosła się - ale chodź na ręce, bo tata będzie zły że na boso.

Wyciągała ręce do opiekunki, (T/I) chwyciła ją na ręce. Mała położyła głowę na jej ramieniu i razem udały się do kuchni. Oczywiście mijając studio nagraniowe ojca, zatrzymały się na chwilę. Ava pokiwała do ojca gdy ten spojrzał na nią. Podążył za nią spojrzeniem gdy odeszła z jego córką na rękach.

- Ava ją lubi - Eric uśmiechał się podążając za spojrzeniem Rennera.

- Bardzo ją lubi - Jeremy usiadł na kanapie.

- Ty też prawda? - Eric zmrużył oczy.

- Aż tak widać? - przegarnął włosy.

- Tak ciut - syknął - tak naprawdę ciut.

- Ava nie potrafiła się dogadać z żadną nianią, a w ramionach tej znalazła się już pierwszego dnia w drzwiach. Spójrz tylko na nią, Ava nie przestaje się śmiać przy niej.

- Jak bardzo ją lubisz? - Eric usiadł obok niego.

- Bardziej niż Ava - schował twarz w dłonie.

- Zapro�� ją gdzieś - szturchnął go lekko.

- Przestań - podniósł się - nie będzie chciała się umawiać z kim takim jak ja.

- A co z Tobą jest nie tak? - zmarszczył brwi.

- Mam 48 lat a ona ledwo 24 lata - pokręcił głową - jestem zwyczajnie dla niej za stary.

- Idiota - przyjaciel pokręcił głową i wrócił do monitora - zajmijmy się muzyką. A Ty nadal pozostajesz idiotą.

-Oh pierdol się Eric - warknął.

- Ja będę jak wrócę do domu a Ty niekoniecznie - zaśmiał się głośno.

(T/I) posadziła dziecko na wyspie i zaczęła robić naleśniki. Ava siedziała spokojnie i wpatrywała się w swoje ręce.

- Ej coś Ty taka dziś cicha co?

- Tata obiecał mi że pojedziemy dziś do zoo - spojrzała na mnie.

- Na pewno Cię zabierze do tego zoo - podeszłam do niej - wiesz że tata musi trochę popracować ale potem będzie cały Twój. To co serduszka czy lama?

- Lama - klasnęła w dłonie.

Po ponad 5 godzinach Jeremy opadł na kanapę w ogrodzie i odetchnął głęboko. Przymknął oczy i usiłował się odprężyć, z zamyślenia wyrwał go śmiech córki. Obrócił głowę i ujrzał córkę śmiejąca się wniebogłosy gdy była łaskotana przez nianię. (T/I) kucała przy niej gdy blondynka leżała na kocu i śmiała się głośno. Rozczulił go ten widok, dawno nie widział tak roześmianej córki. Erick opadł obok niego i podążył za jego spojrzeniem.

- Idź się z nią w końcu umów bo inaczej wypalisz jej dziurę w głowie.

- Nie - odwrócił wzrok.

- Nie wierze po prostu - Eric podniósł się i pokręcił głową.

- Panie Renner - oboje usłyszeli głos (T/I ).

- Tyle razy Ci mówiłem Jeremy, po prostu Jeremy.

- Dobrze, przepraszam - uśmiechnęła się szeroko - Ava marudziła rano że obiecał Pan...znaczy obiecałeś jej wyjście do zoo. No cóż wydaje mi się że trochę jest zła że nie masz czasu. Mogę ją zabrać do obiecanego zoo ale boje się że to bardziej jej chodzi o czas z ojcem

- Zapomniałem - uderzył się w głowę.

- W sumie i tak skończyliśmy - Eric odezwał się - zbierz córkę do obiecanego zoo.

- Ok - aktor pokiwał głową.

- Pójdę ją przygotować, na pewno się ucieszy - uśmiechnęła się i odeszła do dziecka.

- Zaproś ją, możecie iść w trójkę. Stary to Twoja szansa - przyjaciel szturchnął go.

- ( T/I ) - zawołał do niej i podszedł.

- Tak ? - obróciła się.

- Może pójdziesz z nami, Ava się ucieszy. - potarł dłonią kark.

- To czas dla ojca i córki - przekrzywiła lekko głowę.

- Proszę - dotknął szybko jej dłoni gdy chciała zrobić krok w tył - będzie mi miło.

Przygryzła dolną wargę i obejrzała się na dziecko bawiące się na kocu potem wróciła spojrzeniem do jak by nie patrzeć swojego szefa. Długo czekała na taką propozycję a teraz nie wiedziała co ma zrobić. Kiwnęła twierdząco głową.

- Dobrze - uśmiechnęła się delikatnie - pójdę pomóc jej się przebrać.

🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

- Tato chce watę.

Ava siedziała na jego ramionach i trzymała się jego głowy. ( T/I ) szła obok nich i uśmiechała się lekko pod nosem spoglądają na zwierzęta na wybiegach.

- Możesz ją na chwilę przejąć ? - stanął przed opiekunką.

- Pewnie - wyciągnęła ręce do dziecka.

Jeremy pochylił się i przekazał dziecko swojej niani.

- Pójdziemy zobaczyć słonie a tata w tym czasie kupi ci watę, pasuje ? - pochyliła się do niej.

- Tak - podskoczyła - różową tato.

- Dobrze skarbie - poczochrał jej włosy - chcesz coś ?

- Nie dziękuję - pokręciła głową.

- Na pewno ? - zmrużył oczy.

- Tak, na pewno - uśmiechnęła się.

- No dobrze.

- Mój tata Cię lubi - blondynka uśmiechała się od ucha do ucha.

- Co ? - zmarszczyła brwi.

- On Cię bardzo lubi - mała szczerzyła się.

- Ava przestań - pokręciła głową - jesteś jeszcze dzieckiem.

- Ale swoje wiem - opierała się o barierki i spoglądała na zwierzęta.

- O Czym dyskutujecie ? - Jeremy podszedł do nich z dużą watą cukrową na patyku.

- O tym jak lubisz ( T/I ) - chwyciła watę i pobiegła w stronę zwierzęcia.

- Dzieci - ( T/I ) pokręciła głową.

- Ona ma rację - Jeremy odetchnął.

- Co ? - spojrzała na niego zszokowana.

- Moja córka ma rację - uśmiechnął się niepewnie - naprawdę Cię lubię, może to nie jest idealne miejsce na pierwszą randkę ale chciałbym aby to była nasza pierwsza randka.

Poczuła jak na jej policzki wpływa rumieniec, przygryzła dolną wargę i spoglądała wszędzie tylko nie na niego.

- Wiem przepraszam jestem głupi - machnął ręką.

- Nie poczekaj - chwyciła go lekko jego dłoń jak by niepewnie - to idealne miejsce na pierwszą randkę.

Uśmiechnął się od ucha do ucha i szybko cmoknął ją w policzek.

#jeremy renner #Ava #Niania #Muzyka #Jeremy Renner & Reader

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generaldevi · 5 years

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Prognosis

Chapter 1: Compensatory time-off

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Law x Luffy

Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Monkey D. Luffy, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Usopp, Donquixote Doflamingo (mentioned), Donquixote Rocinante (mentioned, Dr. Kureha (mentioned), Sanji (mentioned)

Warnings: References to Depression, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Dependency

Maybe there were more sick people, than Law was anticipating now. It would be a positive surprise. Gastroenteritis, influenza. Yes. Masses of sick people, which he could take care of, while working extra hours. Maybe this vacation would be the best he ever had.

My part for the @lawlu-events BigBang 2018/19

The story got illustrated by the awesome artist @novicecomics

Chapter 1: Compensatory time-off

Most people were looking forward to their summer vacation. Having no duties, no work, no school meant relaxation and time spent with beloved people. If you had any left.

For Trafalgar D. Water Law this was not the case. He disliked his mandatory days off-work. He could deal with one free day every two weeks, but summer meant four weeks of forced vacation. More than four days free meant he had to visit the family. The head of the family was very strict about this. He preferred his people around him, nearby. Close enough to monitor and manipulate. It made Law feel sick to his stomach. Doflamingo looked too similiar to his brother. A terrifying caricature of his beloved Cora-san. No warmth in his smile. Just teeth and danger. No love in his always hidden eyes. Tall and towering. Furtive. Danger.

How he hated that time of the year. And every year it was the same. People wished him happy holidays, people were surprised to hear how long he had worked through without a proper time off. Some people admired him for his strict working routine, other people envied him, and some people pitied him. They probably thought he would not hear their whispered, how they were saying things like:

„Does he not have any family? “ - He really did not want to spend time with them. „Why does he not want to spend time with his friends? “ - It was not his fault, they were busy. „Does he even have friends? “ - Yes...?

Not that people talking bothered him at all. He found it quite amusing how people misjudged him. Yes, he worked much. Probably more than any other person at the hospital. He always had to give his best. Everything below his best was worthless, useless. Sometimes his best was not even good enough. Either do it right, or not at all. He did not work so much or so hard, because he had nothing else to do. At least it had not been like this in the beginning...

He did have a family. One he did not have much to do with anymore, not since his beloved Cora-san died. He did the mandatory summer visit, had to. Otherwise, he did not feel like interacting much anymore. Stay away from the toxic, from the danger. Still, they were his family. They adopted him when he was still a small child. He should feel grateful. Right? Law barely had any memories left of his blood-related family. Every time he tried to think back and tried to remember them he just heard the screams again, felt the incredible heat of the burning building. It left him panicking and anxious; therefore, he tried to not think back. Push away what makes you think, sick.

Happy fragments of memory, Lami playing in the garden, mothers homemade biscuits and fathers teachings about basic medicine. Law knew these moments existed. However, the other fragments of memories were much more present. Fire. Pain. Screams. Horror.

His other family though had helped him to grow into a presentable human being. He was nice looking, well dressed, intelligent, well-articulated. To be fair, nothing less had been expected from him. Anything worse than best-grades possible had earned him the disapproval of the head of the family. Something about not developing his full potential.

Corazon, the brother of the family leader had been more forgiving. He had been the one pampering Law and trying to make him feel better, whenever he only reached 95 % or less in an exam.

“He is just a kid. Doffy, let him play with other kids…”

“I am sorry Law. I am sure Doffy has good intentions. He knows the dark world outside, you know.”

Law had tried to believe Corazon. He had been there whenever he needed him. Thinking about Cora-san made Law smile and sad. Grief. Loneliness. The family might have made him successful and well educated but Cora-san had taught him how to love, how to smile and how to feel joy in life. He missed him. Cora-san had been the light of his life. Guarding him through the darkness he had felt as child and teenager. What about now?

Since that light was gone Law … struggled. Darkness was swallowing him up again. There was no guiding light anymore. No one. He had friends. Yes. Quite contrary to what most people thought.

There were Penguin and Shachi. Two guys he had gotten to know while studying. He had some Biology lectures together with Penguin. Shachi had been the best friend of Penguin. He had helped both of them with their exams and in return they had invited him to student parties and made sure that he got some university experience apart from studying, learning and disappointing Doflamingo because he could barely be good enough. Both were in a relationship by now. Busy with family planning, buying their own houses. They barely asked Law anymore. Not as much as they used to.

Another friend of his was Eustass. Okay. Maybe they did not have a typical friendship. Most people seeing the two of them together for the first time often had the impression that they hated each other’s guts. They were arguing and fighting. Literally fighting. Eustass had tackled Law more than once to the ground, leaving bruises and marks on his bodies. Law on the other hand had broken Eustass’ nose once and twisted his hand at least twice. And still they met each other. Their relationship had been more of a on and off kind of thing. But still they appreciated each other.

It had changed over the years though. The amount of times they decreased. Living more than an hour apart and both being busy with work made it difficult to meet. Law being finished with studying, having his medical license, working full time and Kid owning his own mechanical place. Work was time consuming for both of them. That and not putting enough effort in keeping the contact up from Laws side… had made the friendship slowly but steady running out. Quite a few times Kid had tried to contact him, to make him lose his temper again, but somehow Law… had not felt like it. As much as he disliked knowing why he thought like this. But ever since catching Kid mid-act with another dude he felt … like the other one did not deserve him.

Apparently, Doflamingo’s parenting had left some traces on him. Feeling like being worth more than others. Knowing one should be special. Bind people you want, close enough so they can never leave. Get rid of the people not deserving you.

It was hard to get rid of these thoughts, especially since Cora-san was gone. He had always managed to remind him of his normal human side, reminding him that emotions were normal and that other people had feelings too. However, there was no use in dwelling about these things. Push away the thoughts.

One week later Law felt, like the heaven’s had heard his thoughts. No vacation! At least no classical vacation! He had an excuse for declining the family visit! For once Law felt blessed because of a vacation. A cruise-trip.

He was going to be part of the medical team supporting the trip. For around six weeks, he was going to stay on the ship, working in shifts with other doctors and nurses. It was longer than his normal four weeks of forced-vacation. They were going to visit several islands. The boat would stop at the islands for one, two or three nights and then they would travel to the next one. During the time at the islands, there would be several guiding tours, showing the sights of the islands, eating the traditional foods of the islands and at night, the guests could either stay on the island and celebrate or enjoy a hopefully calm night at the ship. Since they would work in shifts, Law was able to visit some of the islands by himself. Distraction.

Law was expecting the trip to be relatively calm. People being travel-sick, sunburns and headaches from staying too long in the hot summer-sun and overdooing alcohol. Some blisters maybe, people not being used to walk great distances in new-bought shoes. In Addition, some people, elder ones probably, with stomach issues. Foreign food and eating too excessively for their already slowed down metabolism. Not that they were going to listen to Law, when he mentioned that. But well…

It felt weird, but Law was actually looking forward to the trip. A change of setting, maybe a change in his life? One he needed, if he wanted to survive.

#lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d luffy #Opfanfic #generaldevi #lawlu bigbang #Fanfiction: Prognosis #Chapter 1

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opask-directory · 5 years

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Female Characters

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aucupariaart · 3 months

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This took forever to edit. It's always a nice break to write a bit and not draw. Storytelling in Fanfics is very different to drawing comics.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #Trafalgar D. Water Lami #Nami x Trafalgar D. Water Lammy #Lessons taught in seasalt #Nami x Lammy #Nami x Lami #give it a try if you want #I appreciate everyone who reads it!#I'm kinda proud of this fanfic so far tbh

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tsvalingprompts · 6 years

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Suspicious Invitations

An anon requested the prompt “Patching up a wound” for Law x Nami. This prompt came with some specifics for the request that I tried to accommodate - namely that Nami was Lami’s teacher and saves her from some thugs. I doubt it’s exactly as the requester might have envisioned, but these prompts aren’t supposed to involve specifics, so I worked with as much of the request as I felt I could, then filled in the rest with my own ideas.

Also, in canon, I would guess that Lami would be closer to Nojiko’s age if she were alive. For the sake of this prompt, though, she is a few years younger than Nami (maybe around 15 years old).

Title: Suspicious Invitations Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Nami Genre: Romance/ AU Rating: T Word Count: 4408 Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.

“Miss Nami, these are the last of them,” Lami called out as she dropped a stack of lab books onto her desk.

Nami looked up from the class terrarium they had been putting together for a month to smile at the girl. “Thanks, Lami-chan.”

The rest of the class had gathered their bags while Lami and another student helped collect their final lab reports for the weather science class. They had one day left in the summer science program her university sponsored for the local middle and high-schoolers, and she knew most of the kids were eager to get out of there and enjoy what little time they had left that summer before returning to their normal schools.

Lami was one of the few that seemed reluctant to leave the advanced classes. She was as bright as her brother, but she had a lot of energy and a short attention span, so school often bored her. The summer program had been an exception because it was hands-on, fast-paced, and offered her a wide array of unique subjects she wouldn’t get in a typical school. She had pestered Law to enroll her when Nami mentioned that she would be teaching a course that summer, and despite her brothers doubts, she had excelled and made Nami’s first foray into teaching much more enjoyable than she had expected.

“Is the terrarium almost done?” Lami asked as she skipped over to press her face to the glass enclosing the miniature ecosystem they created.

The terrarium had different sections dedicated to different weather patterns, each filled with soil and similar plants to highlight how the weather would affect their growth and life-span. One section blossomed with a mixture of light rain and warm sun. Another section was subject to bright sun and drought, its plants patchy and weak, only the heartiest species surviving the conditions. Another section was in a constant deluge of rain with only the plants that thrived off water growing tall and thick. The last section was sparse, filled with leafless twigs as the foliage rapidly wilted in the bitter cold and snow.

For the last day, Nami had adjusted the computer program that controlled the pipes and atmosphere settings of the terrarium to give the kids a real show. She still needed to tweak the pressure settings, but she had no doubt the thunderstorm and tornado that would wreak havoc on the display would entertain the class and make for a fun final lesson.

“Almost,” Nami told her. “Just a few more calibrations and I should have what I need for tomorrow.”

“Do you need anymore help with it?” Lami looked at her, bright-eyed and eager to help.

“It’s getting late. Your brother should be here to pick you up soon, you don’t want to keep him waiting,” Nami said, wishing she didn’t have to spoil the girl’s fun.

Lami pouted at her. “But I want to help. Law can come find me here. Oh!” She perked up again, her eyes even brighter than before. “He promised to take me for ice cream today. You can come with us!”

That wasn’t subtle at all, Nami thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. The last time she accepted one of Lami’s invitations, the teen disappeared and nearly sent her brother into a panic. They found her an hour later playing video games at the arcade down the block with Luffy, completely unaware, and apathetic, of her brother’s worry. Law had lectured her, she pretended to be sorry, but as soon as Law’s back was too her, she grinned at Nami and gave her wink, as though they had conspired the whole disappearance together. Law seemed oblivious to his sister’s schemes, but Nami wasn’t.

The girl had been trying to set them up for months. Why she decided to play match-maker with them, Nami had yet to figure out. She didn’t think Law had any interest in her outside of friendship, and she hadn’t put any thought into pursuing something with him – even if he was a handsome doctor with a wickedly attractive smile, she was too young to settle down. She much preferred their friendship, at least for the time being, and was not about to consider anything else, especially if Law wasn’t interested in a relationship. She would only set herself up for heartbreak.

“I have a lot of grading to do tonight, Lami-chan,” Nami said, gesturing to the stack of lab-books on her desk – a convenient excuse to avoid another setup attempt. “Maybe another time.”

Lami visibly deflated and Nami almost gave in. Seeing that girl as anything other than bright and happy was liable to break anyone’s heart. If Law walked in just then, Nami would probably be in a lot of trouble for upsetting his sister, but she was doing this to protect them both. He wouldn’t appreciate being setup again, either.

“Maybe this weekend,” Nami added when she couldn’t stand the way Lami’s eyes began to glisten. “I’ll call Luffy and the others, we’ll make a party out of it.”

Lami’s frown deepened. “But, Law has to work this weekend. It’s another double. He won’t be home until late Sunday.”

“Then we’ll keep you company!” Nami said, refusing to back down. “I’ll call Luffy tonight.”

Lami’s lip quivered, but she relented with a short nod before turning to grab her bag. “I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Nami.”

Nami shouldn’t feel so guilty trying to get out of ice cream with the Trafalgar siblings, but Lami’s slumped shoulders as she walked out of the room had her heart twisting painfully in her chest. Law was the only family Lami had left. She had an array of friends, but Law was her big brother and she adored him. She was trying to do something that she thought might make Law happy, even if perhaps she was going about it in an odd way. But Nami could respect Lami’s dedication to her brother, even if she thought she was a little misguided in considering what would interest Law.

Nami slumped forward with a sigh. It was only ice cream with a friend. It didn’t have to mean anything more, even if Lami might want it to. It wasn’t like she hated Law in any way. She enjoyed spending time with him. It wouldn’t hurt to spend to spend an hour with him, and it would appease Lami for the time being.

In the end, she caved to Lami’s whims and hurried out of the classroom to find the girl. She wasn’t in the halls, or the entrance to the science building, so Nami ran outside in the hopes she would catch the girl before Law arrived.

“Lami-chan,” she called as she jogged toward the parking lot.

The girl was nowhere in sight and Nami felt her heart sink at the thought that she had already missed her. She decided that she would make it up to her tomorrow, promise that she would do something with her and Law the next time their schedules allowed it.

She turned back to the building and froze when she heard voices not far off.

“Come on, girl,” a man said. “Just come with us. We’ll have fun.”

“No, I’m waiting for my big brother.” At the sound of Lami’s voice, Nami headed in the direction of their voices. She had a very bad feeling that Lami was about to be in big trouble if she didn’t get to her.

“Aww, your big brother,” another man said with a mocking tone. “That’s so sweet of him, picking up his baby sister from school.”

Nami began to run when she heard a chorus of laughter.

“Your brother ain’t here, little girl, but we’d be happy to help him out by escorting you home,” a third man said.

“Let go of me,” Lami yelled, and Nami sprinted around the corner just in time to see Lami flailing in a strange man’s hold. She kicked and smacked at the thug, but she was outnumbered and half their size.

“Hey, let go of her, you creeps,” Nami hollered, rushing toward them even as her heart raced and urged her to run in the other direction.

She ignored her own instincts as she snatched Lami’s arm from the thug’s bruising grip and put herself between the girl and her assailants.

“Oh, you want to come with us, too?” One of the thugs ran his eyes over her and licked his lips as his gaze turned hungry. Nami would have shuddered in revulsion if she wasn’t growing angrier with these men by the second. “You’re a pretty thing. Real woman, too. Not a scrawny girl like her.” He elbowed his friend. “Let’s just take her. Boss could get good money for her.”

“Teenagers go for more,” the friend said while Nami took a step back, pushing Lami with her. “We take ‘em both.”

Nami shoved Lami away. “Run. Go find Law,” she hissed.

“But,” Lami began to argue, but Nami shot her a glare to silence her.

“Go.” She didn’t wait for Lami to run off as she turned to stare down the men towering over her. Three-on-one; she’d had worse odds in her life.

She heard Lami sprint off, but didn’t look away from the men in front of her. One looked ready to bolt after Lami, but Nami shifted to stand in his way. She ignored his seething glare and batted her eyes at him. He froze in confusion as she smiled and toyed with the collar of her low-cut shirt.

“What? I thought you boys wanted to have a little fun with me?” she asked with a coy lilt. “Don’t you want to try me out before giving me to your boss?”

Thugs like these men were so stupid, they made it easy. A nibble on the lip, a flirtatious smile – that was all it took to have them forget about Lami, and not notice the three wooden shafts she pulled from the back of her belt.

When the leader of their trio stepped toward her, she waited until he was close enough to smell his rancid breath before slamming her knee between his legs. While he fell to the ground, his friends were too stunned by the abrupt change in her demeanor to act, giving her enough time to piece together her staff. Once the first of them thought to move, she was prepared to smack him across the face with the wooden staff. He fell to the ground spitting up blood while she spun the staff and caught the next guy under the chin. Their leader had caught his breath and lunged for her, but her staff crashed into his stomach and sent him back to his knees to cough up bile.

Her strikes were only enough to put each man down long enough for her to hit the next. After a minute, one of them was reeling from all the blows to the head and couldn’t do more than stagger into the next blow, while the other two were holding up well enough to make her step back. If she could get them both on the ground at the same time, though, she could make a run for it and find someone stronger to hide behind. That was her plan when she lashed out to trip both men as they lunged for her, sending them both sprawling onto the ground at the same time.

She spun to take off without glancing back once. Her heart beat furiously in her chest while her instincts screamed at her to get far away and fast. She got two steps before a hand snatched her ankle, threw her off balance, and sent her crashing to the ground. She cried out at the hard landing, but ignored the burning pain that raced up her arm and turned to her back to send her high heel into the face of the thug attempting to crawl on top of her. He fell off her with a shout after her foot crushed his nose into a bloody pulp. She began to scramble to her feet when the other thug clawed for her. The idiots just would not give up and she had a feeling their battered pride was to blame for their determination.

Just as she began to kick the man away, a tire iron seemed to appear out of thin air to crash down into the man’s skull. She screamed in surprise when that one blow knocked him out and sent blood splattering over the payment around him. A dark shadow loomed over them and Nami slowly turned her gaze up to find a Law standing there, holding the other end of the bloody bar. He appeared calm, but his golden eyes flash with something dark and dangerous that sent a chill down Nami’s spine.

The thug with a broken nose began to get up, but froze in place when Law looked down at him. His glare was cold and murderous as he swung the tire iron to hover just in front of the thug’s face.

“Move another inch and I’ll kill you,” he warned, his voice quiet and raspy, but full of authority.

The thug nodded, slumped to the ground, and proceeded to play dead.

“Miss Nami,” Lami cried out as she came running toward them. Law hissed in annoyance. He must have told her to wait in his car, or in the building where it was safe. “Are you okay?” Lami asked as she came to tackle Nami on the ground, ignoring her brother’s ire as she did.

“I’m fine, Lami-chan,” Nami reassured and then glanced up at Law. “Thanks to your brother.”

Law relaxed with her acknowledgement and stepped toward them. His gaze lost some of the chill from his anger, turned clinical as he crouched at her side to appraise her condition. He grabbed the arm she landed on and glowered when she hissed in pain. As the adrenaline from her fear receded, the flesh of her forearm began to burn and throb.

“Let’s get you inside and clean this up,” Law said, his tone brooking no argument as he ran his thumb over the side of a large scrape.

She ignored the strange tingle left in the wake of his touch and allowed him to help pull her to her feet. While he took her staff to carry with him, Lami latched onto her side in a tight hug as Law led the way toward the building’s entrance. Nami draped her good arm around the girl and hugged her back.

“Are you okay, Lami-chan?” Nami asked.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “I was just a scared that something bad would happen to you if I didn’t find Law in time.”

“Those thugs were weak. Annoyingly persistent, but weak,” Nami assured her. “I’m glad I came to look for you when I did. I shouldn’t have let you leave the building before your brother got here.”

She caught Law glance over his shoulder at them, but he said nothing, and she couldn’t read his stoic expression before he turned forward again.

Back in her classroom, Law gestured for her to sit at her desk. “Do you have a first aide kit in here?” he asked as he looked around the room.

“Here.” She reached down to open the bottom drawer of the desk and take out the white medical box.

Law took the kit and set it on the desk before dragging a chair over to sit in front of her. Lami left Nami in her brother’s care and wandered over to the terrarium, giving them privacy.

“Thanks,” she whispered to Law as he took out the antiseptic and doused a piece of gauze with it to clean her scrape.

His eyes flit to hers briefly as he pressed the gauze to her arm. She hissed and fought the urge to pull away from the sting. Law’s grip on her arm was firm enough to hold her steady, even as she flinched, but gentle enough not to hurt her more. The sting quickly subsided, turned into a dull ache, and Law’s attention returned to the wound as he cleaned the dirt from it.

“I should be thanking you,” he said after a minute of silence, his voice so low, she barely heard. “You protected my sister for me. I owe you a debt of gratitude for that.”

Nami shook her head. “I feel it might be my fault she was in trouble to begin with,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t have let her leave like that.”

Law frowned at her. “The university is normally safe enough for her to wander the campus on her own. You couldn’t predict that those men would be around. She’s been fine so far.”

“Usually she stays to help me clean up, or hangs out with Chopper in the microbiology lab. She’s rarely been alone here, Law.”

His frown deepened. “Was that why you went looking for her? Were you worried she might be in trouble?”

“No…” Nami looked down at her lap and fidgeted. “She invited me to have ice cream with you two. I declined and that’s why she left. I felt bad and wanted to make it right.”

She could feel his heavy gaze on her, but looked everywhere but at him. She did not want to explain the reason she turned down his sister’s invitation. It would make things awkward.

Law set back to work on her arm with a deep sigh. She sank into her chair with a relieved breath, hoping that he wouldn’t push that subject.

He poked and prodded her arm once the scrape was clean, looking at her every time she hissed or winced. He rolled her wrist, kneaded the palm of her hand, examined each of her fingers, and assessed her reaction to every little touch. She knew he was checking for any breaks, but the longer he touched her, the more she remembered her reason for declining Lami’s invitation, and the more uncomfortable she felt with how intimately close he was.

His hands were strong yet gentle, steady and assured. His fingertips made her skin tingle pleasantly, made something inside her grow warm. She felt a flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks as he held her hand, bending and straightening her arm to check her elbow for injury. It was all very clinical, but at the same time it made her feel less like a patient, and more like something else… something she couldn’t quite define.

“Nothing’s broken,” he declared after a minute and grabbed the bandages to begin wrapping her arm. As soon as he released her hand, it felt painfully cold, and she couldn’t stop herself from sighing as soon as his touch returned. “Something wrong, Nami-ya?”

“No,” she squeaked, straightening in her chair as she shook her head. “Nothing at all.” She forced a smile for him. “Just glad to hear that it’s nothing more than a scrape.”

He eyed her curiously, but shrugged it off a second later.

She thought she was safe from further scrutiny by the time he taped down the gauze. But, as she began to pull her arm toward her, his hold tightened around her wrist and hand. She snapped her gaze up to meet his and blanched at his stern look.

“Why did you decline my sister’s invitation?” he asked.

“I have a lot of grading to do,” she insisted, gesturing toward the books on her desk.

Law glanced at the lab books, frowned, and then looked at her again. “A logical reason,” he said, and she nearly sighed in relief, but his brow rose to say he didn’t believe her. “Why would you feel guilty if you had a perfectly reasonable excuse not to join us?”

She whined. Why did he have to care what her reason was?

“The final grades for this course aren’t due for another week,” Law continued. “You could easily take an hour or two to spend time with Lami. I know it isn’t that you dislike spending time with her. You have regularly threatened to kidnap her from me.”

She snickered at his flat, unamused stare. She wouldn’t actually kidnap her - just borrow her for a few days. She would have given her back.

“Nami-ya?” he pressed. “What was your real reason for turning her down?”

She looked down and hoped to hide her blush behind a curtain of red hair. Law waited patiently, his thumb idly grazing over her wrist as he did. She struggled to ignore the way it sent little electric shocks up her arm, the sensation coiling around her heart to make it beat faster. She almost felt lightheaded, and all from a simple touch.

“The last time she invited me out with you two, she ran off,” Nami whispered, daring to glance up at Law.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “So? Straw Hat runs off on his own all the time. I would assume you’d be used to that.”

Nami stared at him in disbelief. She had suspected that he didn’t realize what his sister was up to, but she still thought he might eventually have some suspicions of his own.

“She ran off on purpose,” she hissed. “She meant to leave us alone.”

That seemed to confuse Law further, so Nami sighed and leaned in toward him.

“She set us up,” she explained at a hush. “She wants us to spend time together.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” he asked, his confusion melting into a simmering annoyance.

Nami’s brows shot up in surprise. Did he actually want to spend time alone with her? Did he know what his sister was doing the whole time, but let her get away with it because he didn’t mind? He had been in a panic when she ran off, but now he was sitting there, feigning apathy over the ordeal.

He knew!

“You… you…” She pulled her arm back to smack his shoulder, ignoring his harsh glare as she fumed at him. “You used your little sister to get me to go on a date with you!”

She made to strike him again, but he caught her wrist and glared. “It was Lami’s idea,” he explained. “And since I wasn’t against the idea, I saw no reason to stop her.”

“You freaked out last time,” Nami shrieked, fighting to get her arm back only to have Law use the hold to tug her closer.

“I wasn’t aware of the plan then,” he hissed at her. “She explained it when I got her home. I wasn’t happy with her means, but I have no issue with her end goals.”

Nami could only gape at him.

Law sighed and released her to rub the bridge of his nose as he sank back in his chair. “I wasn’t going to suggest a date until I thought you might share my interest,” he explained. “But, I wanted to spend more time with you, without certain friends interfering so that I could give you a reason to be interested in more.”

“Lami ran off to keep Luffy distracted,” Nami said as realization dawned on her. “You had discussed this with her before.”

Law shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I discussed it with her. She asked me how I felt about you, and I told her. She figured out the rest on her own.” He smirked, and her chest fluttered in response. “She’s more intuitive than I am.”

Nami laughed. “So, you told her how you felt about me, but you wouldn’t tell me?”

He shrugged again. “I would have told you eventually.” He leaned forward, his smile growing as he hooked his fingertips with hers. She swore her heart was no longer in her chest with that move. “I just needed to know what sort of chance I had first.”

Her cheeks were on fire, but she strove to maintain her composure as she leaned in and gave him her own saucy smile. She didn’t miss the way his gaze flit down to her lips as she asked, “And how do you feel about me, Tora-o-kun?”

He released a long breath before he finally met her gaze again. His smile vanished, replaced with stony seriousness. “It’s taking every ounce of control I have to stop myself from kissing you right now,” he admitted.

Her heart was definitely still in her chest because his frank statement made it twist and clench and pound in giddy anticipation at the thought of his kiss. Her lips parted when his gaze fell to them again, and she swore she forgot how to breathe at the heat turning his eyes into a deep, molten gold.

She always did love gold.

“It’s either that, or hunt down the men that attacked you and Lami, and cut out their hearts,” he whispered darkly.

That had the effect of cold water on her excitement. She slumped forward with a short, barked laugh. “And they say romance is dead,” she said sarcastically.

Law chuckled and shifted closer. His fingers hooked on her chin and tilted her head up to see amusement swirling in his gaze.

“I would say I’m kidding, but I really do want to kill those pricks,” he said while his lopsided grin distracted her from his homicidal inclinations. For a renowned surgeon, Trafalgar Law did not have any qualms with taking a life when he wanted to. “But,” he continued as he leaned in close enough for his breath to fan over her lips and his nose to graze hers, “I would rather kiss you… If that’s what you want.”

She couldn’t find her voice to speak, but she found that was something she very much wanted.

A bubbly giggle to her right broke the spell. She and Law turned toward the source to find Lami on the other side of the desk, chin perched in her palms, and a wide grin on her face.

“Does that mean Miss Nami is going to get ice cream with us tonight?” she asked.

Law leaned back in his chair and looked at her expectantly, though his smile seemed to say that he knew her answer, already.

Nami sighed and nodded before smiling back at Law. “I think I could go for some ice cream.”

At Lami’s excited cheer and Law’s honest grin, Nami knew she had made the right decision.

#trafalgar law #nami #lawna #lawnami #fic: Suspicious Invitations #rating: T #verse: au #OPfic #OPAU #OP K thru T #;prompt #;one shot #meh i don't love it but at least it's done

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ONEPIECE: Lily Fever

Fem!Zoro (Zora) x Fem!Sanji (Sanjina) Modern!AU fanfic idea! This is also known as Everyone x Sanjina. The setting is not on real world. It is still in Canonical One Piece world with modernized society like our present times. The genre is Humor/Romance and is rated for 18+ with adult contents, offensive language, etc.

Plot Summary

Ever since Sanjina left her home to live her own life working at Baratie Restaurant, she wanted a roommate...well her dream came true when reunited with one of her old friends, Roronoa Zoro, and their rather fairly odd, yet intimate life began.

Character(s)

Vinsmoke Sanjina (fem!Sanji): The only daughter of Vinsmoke family and the sous chef of Baratie restaurant. Due to her beauty and charm she gained many customers (men or women), for she had once offered to become a celebrity, but she refused. Now, she’s currently living with her friend/lover, Roronoa Zora.

Roronoa Zora (fem!Zoro): The student of Kendo Gymnasium where her childhood friend Kuichi also attends. Unable to pay the debt for the rent, she was forced to live on her own and decided to live in Sanjina’s house that was close to Baratie.

Kuichi (male!Kuina): Zora’s childhood friend. He is often known to be the voice of reason for her, along with Perona. He is the first one to know about Zora and Sanjina’s intimacy but kept their secret for he supports them (even though he had a crush on Zora).

Cosette: Sanjina’s best friend and the fellow worker of Baratie restaurant. She admires Sanjina for her charm and cooking skills. She may be timid and shy at first, but she can be sassy sometimes. She also knows Sanjina and Zora’s secret affair, but she also kept it as her secret too.

Dracule Mihawk: Zora’s instructor in Kendo Gymnasium and her fatherly figure who also adopted Perona. He may be strict, but he can be open-minded with new changes in society as long as it does not harm Zora��s life.

Perona: Mihawk’s adoptive daughter and Zora’s another friend. Obsessed with cute stuffs and fashion, she seems to get along with Sanjina more. Perona often give some tips or advice to Zora when it comes to dating.

Vinsmoke Yonji: Sanjina’s younger brother who went to high-school and becomes the basketball player of the club he joins. Always pampered by his older sister, he tends to be childish despite his tall height and is quite a sister-complex.

Vinsmoke Niji: Sanjina’s ill-tempered third older brother who is an illustrator and a writer. Compare to other siblings, he is suffering from the rare syndrome he’s too embarrassed to tell... ever since he met Sanjina’s friend from the same restaurant they work at.

Vinsmoke Ichiji: Sanjina’s diplomatic, protective second older brother who was to be an heir of his father’s business. Mature and intelligent, but he has a serious case of sister-complex.

Vinsmoke Reiji (male!Reiju): Sanjina’s calm, and open-minded oldest brother who, along with Ichiji, was to be an heir to his father’s business. He soon learns of Sanjina’s secret and decided to keep it as secret. He is also an observant one as he sees Zora competing with others who also covets Sanjina.

Vinsmoke Judge: The patriarch of Vinsmoke family and the CEO of Germa Group, whose modern-day fortune is based in Finance and Business management from the ENTIRE North Blue. Despite being strict and conservative, he secretly cares and spoils Sanjina A LOT.

Vinsmoke Sora (YES! She’s alive): Judge’s wife and the fashion designer. She was the sole responsible for her children’s fashion senses. She is very open-minded and caring for she wanted what makes her children happy. She is one of few people Judge cannot win.

Trafalgar Law: The newly appointed doctor along with his sister Lami. He is also Sanjina’s friend... but he has a greater fondness towards the curly-eyebrowned blonde. He is also adoptive son of Donquixote Rosinante and Bell-mere, making him as Nami and Nojiko’s brother also.

Trafalgar Lami: The rookie doctor alone with her brother Law. She gets along with Sanjina for she ships her and her brother. She doesn’t know about Zora and Sanjina’s affair. Also, Lami is adoptive daughter of Rosinante and Bell-mere, making her as Nami and Nojiko’s sister too.

Eustass Kid: Law and Luffy’s high school friend. He tries to stop Law from being so “creepy” for the certain blond cook. He is often seen eating with Luffy and Law when they come to Baratie.

Keimi: The mermaid worker of Sora’s fashion industry with Pappug. She is also Kid’s girlfriend.

Charlotte Pudding (male!Pudding): Sanjina’s ex-boyfriend. He is described to as Mr. Perfect, but in reality, he is a sweet, yet sour piece of jealousy. He secretly and greatly dislikes Zora and anyone who are interested in Sanjina.

Monkey D. Luffy: One of the regular customer of Baratie and Sanjina’s friend. He often visits Baratie and hang out with her and their friends.

Nami: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. She is also Law and Lami’s adoptive sister adopted by Bell-mere. Money-loving, but she also gives Zora tips on how to ask her dream girl out.

Usopp: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. He knows EVERYTHING about everyone in Shabody Hills. His nose was known to be very long its full of secrets he smelt for many years.

Tony Tony Chopper: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. He is also a fellow rookie doctor along with Law and Lami. Enjoys Usopp’s stories but at the same time he is absolutely clueless about whats happening between Zora and Sanjina.

Franky: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. Known to be eccentric but he easily gets emotional when listening to such touchy topics. He tries to help Zora go out with Sanjina.

Robin: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. Robin is a World History teacher and the archaeologist. She loves to tease Franky, the one she shares an odd chemistry with.

Brook: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. He came to often sing at Baratie for he is a songwriter and a musician. He would often come to ask Sanjina for her panties, only to get beaten up.

Portgas D. Ace: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. He is also Luffy’s sworn brothers ever since their childhood and is shown to be overprotective.

Sabo: Sanjina’s friend and one of her regular guests in Baratie. He is also Luffy’s sworn brothers ever since their childhood and always help Luffy with his homework and such. He is also Cosette’s best friend and Koala’s boyfriend.

Koala: Sabo’s girlfriend. She is also Cosette’s best friend and is worried for her love life.

Duval: Sanjina’s one of regular guests in Baratie. He, along with Gin, is Sanjina’s one of biggest fans.

Gin: Sanjina’s one of regular guests in Baratie. He, along with Duval, is Sanjina’s one of biggest fans.

Carrot: Nami’s best friend who is a writer and the manga artist. As a Zora x Sanjina shipper, she and Yonji always try to make good inspirations.

There will be more characters soon~! And maybe while the hiatus on “Castle”, I might work on organizing this plot a little longer...

#op #one piece #op fanfiction #op fanfiction ideas #fem!zoro #fem!sanji #Zosan #Everyone x Sanji #male!pudding is Yandere

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Ch 5 | To Catch A Turtle Dove

Fandom: One Piece Setting: Victorian AU Genre: Action, Adventure, Humor, Friendship, Romance. Pairings: Law/Nami Rating: M - Mature (for language, drinking and alcohol, death and some moderate gore, other adult themes)

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Chapter 5: Grandeur

The carriage trundled smoothly through the thin layer of snow coating the road, lights from the distant castle twinkling in the falling darkness. She was rather quickly nearing the castle, her carriage one of many in a long line of others far finer than her own. With trembling fingers she surreptitiously smoothed the fabric of her pale blue gown as she stared out the window. It was almost show time, and for the first time in years she felt the grip of pre-performance anxiety.

She stared down at the small lump in her lap that was her gloved hands resting beneath her ankle-length fur-trimmed cloak. Her brow furrowed as she focused on her breathing. In—out; in—out. She could do this. She had prepared tirelessly for weeks: memorizing the castle’s first floor layout late into the night with Robin at their small kitchen table; practicing the finer points of the waltz with Sanji on the cleared tavern floor.

Closing her eyes, she reviewed her character and back story once more in her mind, reciting lines like a mantra.

She was Bellemére Devrie—niece to Dorland Devrie, a prominent merchant in the capitol. She was visiting from Goa for the winter—for she had never seen a Flevance winter before and was eager for the experience—when the Lord’s invitation arrived unexpectedly by messenger. Her Uncle and Aunt fell ill just before the ball, but not wishing to deprive her the exceedingly rare opportunity to see Castle Trafalgar in the snow, encouraged her to attend despite their absence. She was a sweet and demure young woman of 20—a tad naive, but eager to see new things and engage in new experiences.

Opening her eyes, she smoothed out her features and allowed herself to slip into character.

She could do this.

All too soon the carriage was pulling up to the gate house, the muffled sound of scuffling feet on snow dusted earth prompting her to turn her attention to the window. A young man with half-moon glasses and messy orange hair sticking out awkwardly from beneath a bowler hat stood beside the carriage door in a crisp wool coat, eying her expectantly.

“Invitation?” he queried automatically, steam puffing from his lips.

Wordlessly she extended her silk gloved hand through the close of her cloak, offering him the envelope through the window. He took it and lifted the invitation from its confines before raising his gaze to eye the interior of the carriage.

“And the rest of your party?”

She smiled softly, willing her heart to slow.

“Fallen ill, I’m afraid,” she said sadly. The man nodded, returning her envelope through the window.

“Welcome to Castle Trafalgar, Miss Devrie. Please enjoy the festivities.”

She nodded as the driver’s reins snapped loudly in the cold, opting to leave the curtain open as the carriage continued on up to the circular drive. That was the first hurdle successfully crossed.

Castle Trafalgar was large and imposing against the fresh dusting of snow which surrounded it. Made of dark stone, four circular turrets marked each corner of the structure, rising four stories above the ground. A line of servants stood at the foot of a short flight of stairs leading up to the castle—a large set of of tall, intricately carved and polished wooden double doors serving as its entrance.

As her carriage pulled up to the front of the castle, she steeled her nerves. Time to put on the performance of a lifetime. She took a breath, slowly releasing it as a servant approached the side of the carriage, pulling the door open with a click and standing rigidly beside it to allow her debarkation.

Putting on an expression of wide-eyed excitement, she hugged her cloak around her shoulders, grabbing her fan and purse from her lap and lifting herself from the cushioned seat, nimbly stepping down from the coach with the aid of a proffered hand from the servant. Her feet hit the cold stone with a muffled click.

She had to suppress her instinct to thank the man—there could be no thank-you’s tonight, at least not to people like him; not if she were to pass as a high class lady. Instead she kept her eyes forward, daintily lifting her skirts as she followed the flow of people into the brightly lit castle where the music of a string orchestra drifted through the open doors.

Ascending the wide stone stairway, she could feel warmth radiating from the interior as she neared the doorway, music and laughter growing louder upon her approach. Stepping over the threshold, she couldn’t help the way her eyes widened in genuine amazement as she took in the magnificent sight of the foyer.

Meticulously crafted wood-paneled walls rose two stories high, a sparkling crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling like a work of art. A large, semi-circular staircase rose in grand fashion before her at the opposite end of the large room, burgundy rug running up its length and polished wooden bannister gleaming in the light. A short staircase descended beneath it, leading to a modestly sized parlor with a roaring fireplace at its far end.

Dozens of finely dressed men and women in coats and cloaks and hats milled about the foyer, quite a bit more finely dressed than she. While her bodice was quite lovely—elaborately beaded with small, clear crystal beads in swirling patterns atop pale blue silk, her skirt was plain—pleated and simple with relatively little adornment. She wore simple white silk gloves which came to rest just above her elbows, and had opted to keep her hair simple as well: styling it in a partial updo—hair braided into a bun at the back of her head, with a small selection of tight ringlets falling from it to her shoulders.

Many of the other women present were drowning in flower motifs and lace and bows, with flowers and diamond-studded pins adorning their hair. It was clear that this would be the social outing of the year if not the decade, and most women, it seemed, had dressed accordingly. But the relative modesty of her ensemble suited her purposes just fine. She wanted to fit in with the crowd—which she did, but also to remain as unremarkable—and unremarked upon—as possible.

Before she could fully gather her bearings, still oggling the polished marble floor and magnificent staircase, she was being approached by a finely dressed servant who offered her a polite bow.

“May I take your cloak or purse, madam?”

Nami blinked, shaking off the glittering trance and forcing her attention to the man. Turning, she offered him a soft smile.

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

With cold fingers she pulled back her hood, careful not to disturb her hair which she had spent many tedious hours styling, and untied the large bow at her chest allowing the man to gently pull the cloak from her shoulders. He then slung it neatly over his arm.

“And your name, Miss?”

“Bellemére—Bellemére Devrie.”

“Very good, Miss Devrie. Your items will be available from the coat check when you are ready for them, simply provide your name to one of the staff and they shall be fetched for you. Please enjoy the party.”

He gestured briefly to the far left side of the room—towards a set of open double-doors, inside of which lay row after row of racks filled with coats, hats, purses, and cloaks. A string of attendants stood before it, and Nami watched as the man turned for the room with purposeful strides.

The man failed to indicate where she should go, but her rigorous study of the layout and the steady flow of guests down the center stairway was clear enough suggestion; so she followed, allowing herself to hide within the crowd as she descended into a sparsely furnished parlor, then turned left and up a short flight of stairs into the ballroom foyer, beneath another set of intricate semi-circular stairs, and through yet another set of large double doors into the ballroom.

Her feet traded rich burgundy rugs for smooth parquet and once more she found her feet slowing to a stop, eyes growing large at the sight which greeted her. She knew the Trafalgars were wealthy—all the Lords of every Province were wealthy; but her thefts in the well-to-do districts of the capitol had not prepared her for such lavish grandiosity.

The ceiling rose two stories high, an intricate mural painted upon an inlaid ceiling. Large marble pillars supported a narrow second floor balcony which edged the ballroom, elegant wrought-iron railing topped by a polished wooden bannister. Ten foot tall floor-to-ceiling windows faced the front of the castle on the left side of the ballroom, draped in fine sheer curtains with large arrangements of poinsettias and ivy sitting upon small circular end tables between them. The parquet was smoothly lacquered, its geometric pattern intricate and grand. Delicate crystal chandeliers as large as her bedroom in Robin’s apartment hung at intervals from the ceiling, the flames of tall taper candles flickering against the crystal causing it to sparkle and glitter like diamond.

In the corner to her left, upon a raised wooden dais sat a small string orchestra, elegant music echoing through the massive room as a handful of enthusiastic couples waltzed through the center of the dance floor. A selection of velvet benches and chairs were arrayed in the opposite corner to the musicians on her right, and tables draped in neatly starched white table cloths with elegant poinsettia centerpieces were surrounded by carved high-back wooden chairs, situated in clusters at the far end of the room where two doors opened out onto a balcony.

So this was the kind of wealth power possessed.

She was pulled from her trance by a gentle bump to her shoulder, a young man with a lady on his arm pausing in his stride to turn to her.

“My sincerest apologies, Miss! Did I hurt you?” he inquired with utmost concern, the young lady stopping and turning to her with a gentle smile.

“Ah—no, I’m quite alright,” she recovered quickly, gently shaking her head as she turned to the man and offered a smile. The girl, it seemed, had taken note of Nami’s wide-eyed wondering gaze as she looked to her with a knowing smile and elegant nod of the head.

“It is quite grand, isn’t it? I have always wondered what Castle Trafalgar looked like—and now we have our chance to see!”

“Quite,” Nami agreed, the sentiment genuine.

“I’m Jacqueline, by the way—Jacqueline Daine; and this is my brother Phillip,” she introduced.

The young man reached for her hand, gently lifting it to his face and allowing his lips to linger on her knuckles longer than she knew to be strictly appropriate.

“Charmed to make your acquaintance,” Philip offered with a suave smile. Nami smiled demurely, anxiously waiting for him to release her.

“It is lovely to make your acquaintance as well,” she offered, carefully avoiding giving her name. The less anyone knew about her—false backstory or no, the better. If either of them were bothered by her lack of return they did not show it.

As Phillip released her hand, Jacqueline leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially.

“I am absolutely dying to meet Lord Trafalgar—so few people have ever seen him outside the castle; certainly not since all that fuss 8 years ago with the succession. Rumor has it he is quite handsome!” she shared enthusiastically, “Though… if that is true, I cannot fathom why he is still unmarried.”

“Is he?” Nami inquired with feigned surprise, eyes glancing about subtly, seeking an excuse to depart their company.

“Oh, yes—it’s grown into quite the scandal of late. He turns thirty this spring; can you imagine—thirty and unmarried! How does he expect to carry on his line?”

Though Phillip had seemed for all the world utterly disinterested in his sister’s gossip, this comment pulled him into the conversation.

“Well I, for one, would be quite alright with Lord Trafalgar remaining unmarried and allowing the custodianship of Flevance to transfer to another noble family—ours, for instance,” he added with a touch of humor and a wink in her direction. Jacqueline gently swatted him.

“Hush, Phillip! Don’t let anyone hear you saying such things!” she chastised, spreading the blades of her fan and airing herself lightly as a flush rose to her cheeks.

“Besides,” she commented smoothly, “There is still Lady Lami. It’s always possible he may choose to name her his successor, and we all know how many suitors have thrown themselves at her feet. A husband and children are certainly in her future.”

The ballroom had filled up during her impromptu conversation with Jacqueline and Phillip, and a convenient lull had suddenly appeared in the conversation. While she found the rumors surrounding the Trafalgars of potential aid to her plans tonight, she was not eager to make friends and had other more important things to attend to.

“It was a delight to meet and speak with you both, but I’m afraid I must excuse myself,” she said suddenly, offering them both a demure smile and a curtsy.

Jacqueline looked a bit put out but recovered quickly, Phillip taking her hand once more, bowing.

“It was a delight to meet you. When you are ready for your first dance, I would be quite honored to be your partner,” he commented smoothly, and Nami forced a light laugh from her lips to appear appropriately charmed. Jacqueline simply giggled.

She turned and made her way slowly back the way she had come, through the double doors of the ballroom—but instead of proceeding straight into the parlor she turned and made her way up the stairs to the second floor balcony.

Though occupancy of the ballroom had already grown quite a bit, guests were still arriving and butlers had only just started to move about the floor balancing trays laden with champagne flutes. She had, by her estimate, about a half hour before all the guests had comfortably settled in the ballroom, and another hour before the crowd had grown properly inebriated. That gave her an hour or two to complete phase one of her plan.

Every thief knew never to pickpocket or burgle an alert or wary target; and alert and wary was what these people would be until the ball was in full swing. And once the champagne began to flow and guests were on their second and third drinks, their guard would become significantly lowered; that was when she would begin pocketing goods. But before she could do that, she needed to case her targets first: to familiarize herself with the guests, the stationing of butlers and servants—assess who was flaunting their wealth the most and would make the best marks, and remain as invisible as possible while doing so.

And the relatively empty balcony would serve as an excellent vantage from which to begin.

Slowly, quietly, she walked the circumference of the ballroom, eyes trained on the milling crowd as the room filled to capacity with ladies in voluminous gowns and men in sleek black suits. She could tell even from this distance that almost any gentleman would make an excellent mark. So distracted were they already by the low necklines and alluring lift of the ladies’ bodices, it would be criminally easy to swipe every valuable on their person after a drink or two.

Her eyes darted to the tables at the far end of the room, several of which had a purse or two left behind as women were lead out onto the dance floor. She smiled. The abandoned purses were also on her list.

Satisfied with her initial assessment, as her circuit of the balcony came to an end she descended the steps once more and made for the ballroom floor. Time to analyze her marks up close.

She made her way slowly, methodically, through the finely dressed crowd, eyes darting over each woman’s jewelry, listening carefully to snippets of conversation as she went in the hope it would hint at the various guests’ level of attentiveness.

In a way, it did; for coming from the lips of every lady she passed was constant, endless gossip. It seemed Jacqueline wasn’t the only woman curious about and eager to meet the mysterious Lord Trafalgar.

There was no end of speculation as to the nature of his solitude here at the castle. Some thought him simply inanely private, while others suspected him of illicit activities. There was speculation as to why he was still unmarried when all the rumors suggested he was dashingly handsome. Some claimed he was cruel, others claimed he was uninterested in women—which strangely seemed to excite the ladies further, and yet still others believed he simply did not intend to father children—instead passing succession on to his sister. By the time she made one full loop around the floor she was dizzy with speculation. But she had learned one thing: none of these women would see any of her thefts coming.

Feet beginning to ache in her formal boots, she decided on a brief break, moving towards the long wall and taking a comfortable seat atop a plush velvet bench, spreading her fan to air herself gently as she pretended to watch the dancers, instead tuning her ear to the conversation flowing around. One particular group of young ladies walking by were in the middle of an animated conversation when they stopped near her, huddled together a short distance away and perfectly within earshot.

“I know father would never approve, what with his reputation, but… I intend to win his heart, tonight,” one young woman stated with boastful certainty. The girls around her giggled.

“Oh, how exciting! My cousin, the future Lady of the Province!”

“Have you met him yet?” another asked enthusiastically. The boastful girl frowned.

“No—I haven’t seen him or Lady Lami about,” she said sadly. The other girls looked put-out as well.

“Do you know what he looks like? No one I know has ever met him before.”

“No—I was simply looking for a man wearing a sash in the Lord’s colors.”

Another girl, one who had been quiet throughout much of this exchange, finally spoke up, voice soft. “Do you think… do you think there is any truth to the rumors? About why he is unmarried?”

The boastful girl scoffed. “Of course not! The Lord remains unmarried because he chooses, and no other reason.”

“But… what about the duel? Father says he cut—”

“Uncle wants the custodianship, so of course he believes the rumors,” the boastful girl interrupted with certainty. “But we all know that will never happen—he is fourth in line and simply bitter about the fact.”

The soft-spoken girl sighed quietly, sounding thoroughly defeated. “I suppose you’re right,” she conceded.

“Of course I’m right,” the boastful girl said gleefully. “I will be the future lady of the province, after all…”

Nami sighed quietly. Gossip, gossip, and more gossip! She had heard quite enough rumors by now—they were starting to repeat themselves. Ignoring her tired feet, she rose from her seat, making to continue on with her scouting from the other side of the room. However as the music from the last set wound to a close, another song did not follow; and by the time she was halfway across the floor she heard a tinkling sound coming from the balcony, and the sudden hush of voices throughout the room. Glancing around she noticed everyone looking up and followed their gazes. As she caught sight of what had everyone’s attention she came to a sudden standstill.

Two people stood at the rounded extrusion from the second floor balcony at the mouth of the staircase: a lovely young woman with light brown hair dressed in an elegant lavender gown who looked to be around Nami’s age; and a tall, handsome man with smoothly combed raven hair and neat sideburns who looked to be about, well, twenty nine. But it was not their striking features nor sharp golden eyes which caught her attention first—no; it was the gold sashes with black trim, and the snowflake shaped pin attached to their shoulders and the snow leopard pendant hanging from their hips.

It was the Lord and Lady Trafalgar—in the flesh.

The Lady offered the crowd a dazzling smile, gently tapping a knife against her champagne flute once more. The lord, however, looked utterly impassive, hands clasped behind his suit jacket. As the crowd began to hush and turn their attention to him, however, his posture suddenly shifted. The cold formality melted away, and in its place was a stern yet friendly authority, speaking in a deep, soothing voice over the crowd.

“Thank you all for making your way through the snow to visit our humble home,” he began with just a hint of a smile. “I hope you are enjoying yourselves. I won’t take up too much of your time. As this gala was my sister’s doing, I shall allow her to formally welcome you to tonight’s festivities.”

He took a small step back then, allowing attention to fall upon the charming, fairer-haired young woman. She lowered her champaign flute, smile wide and glittering like the diamonds which encircled her neck.

“Thank you, Law,” she said fondly before turning to the crowd, “And thank you all for coming! I know we Trafalgars tend to keep to ourselves—and yes, we are aware of the rumors,” she teased with humor, offering the crowd a subtle wink which elicited amused laughter from the guests, “But I assure you that our privacy is merely a matter of circumstance and distance—especially in the winter months when we get snowed in here at the castle.”

With all eyes on the charming Lady of the house, few seemed to notice as Nami did the way in which the Lord’s eyes scanned the crowd with a searching, scrutinizing gaze. Her brow furrowed as she watched him. It was as though he was… looking for something, or suspicious of the crowd as a whole. Odd, though she supposed there was quite a bit of mystery surrounding him if the gossip she had overheard tonight was any indication.

No sooner had her thoughts begun to circle him than his eyes stilled in their sweep, cutting over the crowd to fall directly upon her. For a moment their gazes locked—sharp, piercing golden eyes boring into her own. She felt panic rise within her, her cheeks heating under his scrutiny. Flipping open her fan she quickly rose it to her face, fanning herself as casually as possible while quickly shifting her eyes back to the Lady and hoping the fan would cover at least some of her features. She could feel the burn of his gaze still upon her, but she forced her eyes to remain focused on the Lady. With any luck, he would assume her to be simply another of his admirers, caught starry-eyed gazing.

After several tense moments, she felt the Lord’s eyes leave her, and she let out a relieved breath. Lady Lami was still speaking, and by the time Nami could shift her faculties back to the smiling woman she was finishing her speech.

“It has been far too long since we have had the opportunity to gather and celebrate in the company of Flevance’s most esteemed families; and so in the spirit of maintaining the ties between our houses which have long made this Province great, I decided we were quite overdue a winter gala. So please, enjoy yourselves! Eat, drink, dance, and be merry!”

With a wave of her hand in the direction of the orchestra the music started up again, and polite clapping began to spread throughout the crowd. The Lady offered one more dazzling smile, the Lord returning to her side and offering a charming yet subtly devilish smirk. Beside her, Nami heard several young women swoon.

Never before had she wanted to roll her eyes so badly.

As the Lord and Lady turned for the stairs behind them, young women and young men unsubtly rushed towards the entrance of the ballroom, where the pair would shortly be making their entrance. Nami, however, turned in the opposite direction, heading for the outdoor balcony at the far end of the room. She was loath to stand out in the cold, but the Lord’s eyes on her had unnerved her. Though it was unlikely he knew she was not supposed to be in attendance—especially from such a distance, it nonetheless struck her as wise to spend some time outside of his view until he became so overwhelmed by the mob of enamored young women he forgot her entirely.

As she approached the two sets of double doors, a servant standing in between them reached for a stack of folded knit blankets, offering one to her.

“Would you care for a blanket, madam?”

Nami felt relief flood through her as she accepted the proffered garment and slung it diagonally over her shoulders, wrapping it tightly about her and crossing her arms against her torso. Then, she stepped out into the cold night air, missing the brief but thoughtful glance thrown her way by the Lord from across the room.

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Chapter 6: Filling Pockets

It was when she could take no more of the cold—cheeks thoroughly numbed and gloved fingers stiff, that she deemed it safe to return to the warm interior of the ballroom. When she crossed the threshold back into the noisy hall, regretfully leaving her warm blanket behind with the butler, the music was in full swing and the ballroom boisterous.

Though she was still chilled and not presently keen on moving air, she nonetheless flipped open her fan and began gently fanning herself to hide the lower portion of her face as she scanned the ballroom for the two people she most wished to avoid: the Lord and Lady. Several dozen couples waltzed elegantly across the dance floor to a lively tune and she spotted Lady Lami among them, smiling graciously as she was twirled by a red-faced gentleman at least twice her age. The woman she had met earlier in the company of her brother—Jacqueline Daine, was also dancing, being pulled along by a short but cheerful looking young man. Her eyes lingered several moments longer, but try though she might, she could not find the Lord among them.

She began walking along the periphery of the crowd, eyes scanning the rest of the room—those not currently dancing. The tables were half-filled with seated couples and groups, and many milled about the edges of the dance floor, watching or talking to one another; that was where she spotted him. He stood in conversation with a half dozen other gentleman near the front-facing windows, glasses of champagne in every hand, clearly quite occupied by the discussion.

Judging by the amount of time which had passed, the still-growing crowd of dancers, and the scant few empty glasses littering the tables, she guessed most were still on their first glass of champagne or just starting their second; she therefore still had another half hour at least before it would be safe to begin hitting her marks. She just needed to kill a little more time.

Turning for the interior wall, she slowly navigated the crowds opposite the side of the room the Lord was engaged in conversation on, carefully avoiding any glances his way. When she made it to the opposite side of the ballroom, she quietly snuck out through the double doors and into the parlor, making a beeline for the crackling fire at the end of the room by which to warm herself.

The Parlor was, thankfully, largely deserted, save for the odd canoodling couple or servant passing through. It would be a perfect place to wait out the time. She took up residence upon a love seat, half-hidden behind a railing and a potted plant and near the fire, closing her eyes as the warm air graced her cold cheeks. She amused herself listening to the conversation which passed through the room, keeping an ear tuned for slurred words and overloud voices—telltale signs the guests had begun to overindulge. She was not left waiting long.

While the women may have seemed quite taken with the Lord, the men, it appeared, were of a very different mind.

“The nerve!��

The exclamation was accompanied by rapid footsteps as a man came barreling through the ballroom doors, another hot on his heels. She heard him pacing on the rug—muffled though the sound was, anger clear in the heaviness of his footsteps and mild inebriation evident in the volume of his voice.

“—in front of the head of the trade commission no less! Insinuating I, of all people, am incompetent. It is he who is incompetent—running Flevance into the damn ground! Profits have been on a steady decline because of his tariffs—not through any fault of mine! How does he expect a shipping company to survive fifteen percent?! The nerve of that BASTARD—!”

“Keep your voice down,” another man—older by the sound of his gruff voice, whispered, urgently but firmly. “You would do well to remember you are his guest, in his home. Control yourself.”

“Father, surely you—”

“Control yourself, Riven,” the older man reiterated, tone steely and voice rising ever so slightly.

She heard a sudden thud—presumably a boot hitting the wall, before a heavy release of breath. Curiosity growing, she subtly turned her head, side-eyeing the two men who stood near the closed door opposite the open ballroom through a gap in the railing. One was a young man of perhaps thirty, head lowered with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Sandy blonde hair was neatly slicked back, and the coattails of his crisp black suit still fluttered with the momentum of his kick. Beside him stood an older man with similar features, gray beginning to overtake his blonde hair at the temples, expression guarded.

When the young man spoke again, his voice was controlled—but only just.

“I think I will step outside for some air. I shall return to the table shortly, Father.”

The older man grunted. “See that you do. And son—you held yourself well. Lord Trafalgar can be a… frustrating man.”

Another sigh.

“Thank you, Father.”

She turned back to the fire, gazing into the crackling flames. The shuffle of footsteps told her the men had parted, and she found herself biting her lip in thought.

Lord Trafalgar was proving more and more interesting. Irresistible to the ladies despite his apparent reputation (the nature of which she could only assume to be some shade of dark if Brook’s warning and the rumors she’d overheard were anything to go by), and antagonistic to the men. Apparently notoriously reclusive—having rarely been seen by the general public these past eight years—and with no end of rumor and gossip, both good and bad, surrounding him and his rule. And perhaps most unusual—nearly thirty and still unmarried, with no apparent heir. She was certainly no Robin, who doubtless had a firmer grasp on Flevance’s political history; but even she could tell it was an odd combination of circumstances and opinions—and difficult to pick apart what held truth. Part of her was becoming entirely too curious to find out just who this mystery man was.

But a good thief never revealed herself to their target if she could help it—and Nami intended to abide that principle as much as possible. The mystery that was Lord Trafalgar would simply have to remain as such—a mystery.

A group of giggling, stumbling girls were next to enter into the parlor, clearly having had one too many flutes of champagne, and Nami deemed it to be just about the right time to start her rounds. She rose to stand, pulling out her fan once more as she slowly navigated her way down the small set of steps and around the corner into the ballroom, chatter and music growing louder as she stepped out onto the parquet.

She glanced idly around the room as she slowly moved further inside, searching for her first victim. She quickly spotted him attempting and failing to woo a young woman who quickly dismissed herself from his company. He was objectively unattractive despite his regal attire—a pointed face and awkward posture with a stutter to boot. Even from the balcony hours ago, as walked the perimeter of the ballroom doing her first assessment of the guests, she could tell he reeked both of money and an insecure need to be liked. He had been the first she’d painted with a target.

She walked in his direction though she avoided looking at him directly, lowering her fan to reveal a coy half-smile to no one in particular. His eyes immediately caught on her and, as she’d hoped, he headed her way. When he was within feet of her she elegantly stumbled, falling directly into his waiting arms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! How clumsy of me,” she gushed, leaning into his embrace. Clever fingers dipped into his open jacket, nimbly extracting a leather billfold and platinum pocket watch, withdrawn items hidden between their two bodies. In seconds she tucked them neatly inside one of her many pockets and righted herself.

“Oh, m-my,” he stuttered, awkwardly smoothing his hair as he released her, though he did not step away. “Are you quite alr-right, Miss?”

“Oh, I am now, thank you!” she simpered, giving him a winning smile. He smiled in return, glancing unsubtly at the dance floor before opening his mouth to inquire; but she beat him to the punch.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m due to meet someone at my table.”

Then, with a sudden turn she sashayed away, leaving the man open mouthed and blinking behind her.

Over the next hour she hit eight more targets, each with varying twists to her approach. For one gentleman she tripped a young lady walking nearby, who spilled her drink all over his dress coat. Nami, being a kindly concerned bystander, immediately offered to take it from him and dab it dry with a napkin she just so happened to be holding as the blushing young woman tended to his vest. And, of course, when she returned it to him, it was missing a few notable items from the confines of its pockets.

Another man—quite drunk and overly handsy, she allowed to corner her in section of the ballroom populated by what she deemed to be “white knight” types. As he made his advance she neatly swiped his valuables before making a pathetic and very public attempt at nervous rejection—which lured in another unsuspecting victim who gallantly pulled the man from her person, apologizing to her as he escorted the drunk away. Between the two of them, she scored two gold pocket watches, an elaborate watch chain, a silver money clip—filled with bills, and an inlaid mother-of-pearl scarf pin. By the time her knight in shining armor had returned, she was long gone.

With the ball now at its peak and the dance floor filled with couples, she turned from the men to the women. Nimbly weaving her way through the crowd to the tables, she casually brushed up against them as she passed. Unattended purses littered the area, lying open on the edges of tables and hanging from the backs of chairs. She targeted those she could most easily and subtly access passing inconspicuously by, swiping money, jewelry, gold powder cases, diamond-studded barrettes and brooches, small silver hand mirrors, and dainty silver combs. In between purses, she grabbed gold napkin holders and intricate silver flatware from the table settings. A half hour later, as she once more put distance between her and her victims—a blanket wrapped around her shoulders on the chill, abandoned balcony, she couldn’t help the smile rising to her face at the weight the filched goods added to her gown. It was the most she had ever snatched at once.

And best of all—none seemed any the wiser. Ladies danced, carefree, on the ballroom floor. Gentleman flirted and drank—yet to notice their missing affects. And here she was, gown filled with stolen goods, unnoticed and overlooked.

She had never felt so powerful, nor so alive.

But there was one more target she planned to hit tonight—the cherry on top of this most delicious cake: the mysterious Lord Trafalgar himself.

According to the blueprints Franky had acquired for her, the Lord’s private study was also on the first floor, and a small inset into the wall strongly suggested, according to Franky, the presence of a hidden safe. Now that she had seen the incredible splendor of the castle, she could scarcely imagine what wealth lay hidden within. Though she already had more goods that were of a value greater than her last three jobs combined, with the possibilities locked away in the Lord’s private safe? She could, perhaps, at long last do it—she could save up enough to afford Nojiko’s surgery.

She could finally save her sister.

Behind her she heard the soft click of footsteps and glanced absently over her shoulder to see who had joined her out on the chill balcony. To her dismay she recognized the face of the man who strolled out into the night air, cheeks a faint but distinct pink. He glanced about casually, quickly spotting her, a smile broadening on his face as his trajectory turned in her direction.

“Ah, we meet again!”

It was Phillip Daine, but this time he was without the company of his sister.

She smiled, nodding, making clear moves for the ballroom.

“So we do,” she agreed demurely, “But I’m afraid I was just heading back inside—its become a bit too cold out here for me.”

He shook his head, approaching her and draping an arm over her shoulder, turning her around with startling strength and speed.

“Nonsense! It is too beautiful a night—just look how the snow glitters in the light! Allow me to keep you warm instead.”

Were she in any other situation she would have cuffed the man on the ears for his audacity; but she wasn’t, and instead she merely forced her smile to remain, allowing him to lead her to the balcony’s edge.

“Now… I don’t believe I got your name before,” he continued smoothly, arm holding her far closer than would have been strictly appropriate.

“My name is Bellemére,” she offered with some reluctance.

“Ah, what a lovely name for such a lovely face,” he crooned, attempting to lay on his idea of charm. He turned to look at her, raising his other hand to brush her cheek gently. She stiffened. This was going nowhere good.

“Thank you, that… is very kind.”

Attempting to put some space between them, she adjusted her makeshift shawl, side-stepping slightly in the process; but his hold was unyielding. Her smile faltered.

“You know,” he commented lightly, pulling her just a little closer as he turned to look down at her again, “I don’t believe we ever got a chance to share that dance you promised.”

She laughed softly, struggling harder to suppress her violent urges.

“I don’t believe I made any promises,” she responded playfully, making another subtle attempt to side-step him, to no avail.

“Ah, but the promise was in your eyes, Miss Bellemére,” he said softly.

He turned her to face him then, arm around her waist. She was loath to cause a scene or draw attention to herself, but subtlety with this man was getting her nowhere fast. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed gently but firmly, attempting a kindly, measured tone.

“A dance later would be lovely; Unfortunately I am expected, so I really must be getting back inside…”

His grip tightened.

“Ah, but where is your festive spirit! I haven’t seen you dance once, all night.”

Her forced smile was very near breaking. So. Philip was the type not to take no for an answer. That made this… immeasurably more difficult. If she was forceful, she risked drawing attention to herself. If she allowed him to have his way, she would likely never be rid of his company—not to mention the possibility of unwanted advances. Her heart rate began to quicken as she hurriedly debated how direct and aggressive to be in order to secure her escape—and whether she may have to cut her plans for the Lord’s study short, salvation came in a most unexpected form.

“Ah, Philip! There you are—your sister is looking for you!”

Philip turned, momentarily startled before smiling at their unexpected guest: none other than Lady Lami Trafalgar herself.

“Ah, My Lady! I’m afraid she will have to wait—I was just about to share a dance with the lovely Miss Bellemére.”

Lami smiled smoothly, glancing between the two. “I’m afraid it’s rather urgent—apparently she has lost her favorite brooch and is quite distressed. She asked for you straight away.”

Though her expression was friendly and her words were kind, there was a flintiness in her smiling eyes and a command beneath her honeyed tone. Philip paused a moment before finally releasing her and stepping away, giving Lami a short bow.

“Of course. Thank you, my Lady, for passing on the message.”

He turned to Nami, reaching for her hand and lifting it to his lips, eyes lingering meaningfully on hers. “I hope to see you again later, Miss Bellemére.”

Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked stiffly through the double doors into the ballroom. Nami let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. Philip rather fancies himself more charming than he is—and his family’s place as second in the line for the succession tends to give him rather a large head.”

Nami glanced up to find the Lady approaching, hugging her own shawl around her shoulders as she eyed her with a friendly if teasing smile. Though grateful for the save—and impressed by the woman’s ability to wield soft power, Nami felt her fingers twitch. The Lady of the house was not one she wished to draw the eye of. She needed to think up an escape, and fast.

“Ah—thank you, My Lady,” Nami started with a smile, offering a small curtsy as her brain worked fervidly, eyes darting briefly to the door. The Lady was sharper than she gave her credit for, though, quickly noticing Nami’s subtle glance. Her eyes crinkled with unvoiced laughter.

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you,” she said humorously. “I imagine you wish to get back to your family. Please don’t hesitate to let I or one of the staff know if you find yourself subject to any more… unwanted attention. I do hope you’ve otherwise enjoyed the ball thus far?”

“Yes, I have,” Nami replied honestly—though the reason why was, she imagined, quite different than the one Lami anticipated. “Thank you again, my Lady,” Nami continued, “I… would rather like to head back inside.” An involuntary shiver followed her statement.

“Of course, of course! After you?” Lami turned, gesturing towards the ballroom entrance with a quirked brow. Nami strode quickly across the balcony, making for the open doors and gratefully stepping back into the warmth. She handed off her shawl to the waiting butler and Lami did the same, bidding her a friendly farewell as she gracefully walked back across the room.

Nami, for her part, needed a moment to catch her breath.

She hurried her way through the jostling crowd back to the entrance of the ballroom and up the stairs to the second floor balcony which was, she was grateful to find, deserted. With a breath, she allowed herself to lean against the bannister, absently eying the dancing crowd.

That was… an uncomfortably close encounter. It didn’t seem as though it would cause any disruption to her plans, as the interaction had been relatively brief and uneventful; but still, she berated herself for allowing such an incident to occur at all.

She stood quietly, listening to the graceful music echo through the ballroom, breathing deeply as she re-centered herself. She needed to focus, to turn her attention back to her final target—the Lord’s study.

The night was nearing its end and her timing had to be just right; she needed to get in, take what she could, and get out in time to leave with the departing crowds. Barring the encounter with Phillip and Lady Lami, the night was going flawlessly, and she needed to ride that momentum through to her final theft and straight out the front door.

She waited, leaning against the bannister for several more minutes, going over her plan in her head again. First: a distraction to allow her to sneak away unnoticed; then, follow the winding halls to the Lord’s study—get in and out, and back into the parlor before anyone noticed she was missing. The only thing left, was to come up with an appropriate distraction. She had the rough outlines of several potential plans forming in her head, gaze roving the ballroom for inspiration. As her eyes fell upon the sandy haired man she had overheard in the parlor, a plan began to coalesce. Yes… that would work perfectly.

Slowly, casually, she headed back down the stairs out into the ballroom, eyes sweeping the crowd, searching for… there.

Not far from where she stood at the edge of the dance floor was the man who had complained about the lord earlier in the parlor—Riven, if her memory served. If his vocal complaints hadn’t already tipped her off, just by looking at him she could tell he was a proud man; and by the pink of his cheeks she could further assume he’d had quite a bit to drink—perhaps even to take the edge off his anger. She smiled to herself. It would take little provocation to achieve her desired result.

She lifted a glass of champagne from the tray of a nearby butler to look the part, taking a quick sip before stopping mid-step near him, allowing him in his uncoordinated state to accidentally bump into her, sloshing her drink.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss! Are you alright?” he questioned in alarm, stopping and turning to her with concern. However, as his eyes swept her figure, gaze lingering at the dip of her breasts between which her pendant necklace rested, his expression morphed into a boyish smile.

“No, no I’m quite alright, sir,” she said sweetly, offering a coquettish smile. His gaze sharpened on her as he took her hand, lifting it to his lips.

“And who is the lovely lady I have the pleasure of meeting?”

She giggled girlishly, batting her lashes.

“My name is Bellemére. And you…” she squinted her eyes before nodding in faux recognition. “You must be Inkholm! I’ve heard so much about you!”

He released her hand, righting himself and glancing at her in confusion.

“Inkholm?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I was just speaking with Philip out on the balcony—Philip Daine? He told me all about you. He said your name was Inkholm Pentent? You work in shipping, correct?”

She continued to smile at him with an oblivious air, tilting her head endearingly for good measure. She watched as the gears turned slowly in his head, face beginning to redden from something other than his drink. He kept his smile though, as he cocked his head stiffly at her.

“No, actually, my name is Riven, Miss Bellemére. I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me—I have some business to attend.”

Then he turned, glancing about the room, making a beeline for where Phillip stood chatting up a giggling girl near the tables. She suppressed a grin.

She made her way once more for the entrance to the ballroom, taking her time meandering through the crowd. She was lingering in the doorway when she heard it—raised, angry voices coming from the far side of the room, and confused murmurs erupting around her as heads turned.

She took that as her cue. Turning, she headed casually into the parlor as curious ladies and gentleman hurried from the room to see what all the commotion was about, moving towards the closed door opposite the ballroom. Glancing around quickly—the room had indeed emptied of servants and guests alike—she pressed her ear against the door, closing her eyes to focus on any sounds coming from beyond. Nothing.

She pulled back, carefully reaching into one of the hidden pockets of her gown and pulling from its confines her full lock pick tool set arranged neatly inside a folded leather roll. She quickly unfurled it, eying the lock in front of her and expertly assessing it to be a pin tumbler. Selecting her tension wrench and hook pick, she inconspicuously lowered them to the lock, covering her activities with her skirt. It was more difficult and time consuming to do standing, but in less than a minute she felt the pins align and turned the wrench, the lock sliding out of place; and that’s when she heard it: a startled scream followed by an angry shout echoing from within the ballroom, and an abrupt halt to the music. A fight had broken out.

She hastily pulled her tools out, shoving them into her pocket. With a twist of her wrist she pushed the door open, stepping inside and shutting it soundlessly behind her.

She was in.

She hurried down the long, empty hallway, dress swishing quietly as she walked. The guests were distracted and the clock was ticking—but she knew the twists and turns of this castle now like the back of her hand.

It would be less than a minute before she reached the Lord’s private study. Soon, all his treasures would be hers for the taking—and none would be any the wiser.

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