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madlymiho · 5 years

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Please let me make it this time!!! Can I please request a scenario continuation of the prof law/ student reader in which they are faced with the consequences of sleeping together (whether it starts to get around or reader has pregnancy scare or real pregnancy or whatever, ill leave up to you) and they have to handle these things and please let this get in I HAVE MISSED THE LAST THREE OPENINGS! Thank you author-san!

So sorry for the long wait my precious!! 😤 But finally, the continuation is here! I hope that it will suit your expectations though! 😁❤️

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Law scenario part 3 : Making a choice (read after the cut)

He walks through the corridor, his entire mind boiling hard. In his hand, he’s holding a particular letter, with the official colors of the university on its header. His face is closed, particularly cold. Today, slightly unexpectedly, Law has to face the consequences of a particular choice he made a few months ago. Choice of passion, flesh and lust. A forbidden relationship he kept with his favorite student, before the two of them got caught by the campus’ guard, one week ago. Even today, he can’t believe that he has been so reckless. Starting this relationship was an absolute nonsense in the first place, and even if he’s not the best teacher in the world, sincerely, he doesn’t believe that this girl worths his professor’s place.

“Tst, all of that for a pair of legs and some pussy.” Law snaps to himself, tearing the paper within his fist.

The director of the university is waiting for him inside his large office. The matter seems serious, and the old man intertwined his fingers on the desk as soon as Law knocks on the door.

“Come in,” he invites with a cold and loud voice, watching the edgy teacher entering his office. “Law, have a seat please.”

Law doesn’t even try to argue nor protest; he simply follows the order and grabs the nearest chair to seat and impatiently waits for his sanction. He hopes that it won’t be too long ; he has a class to teach in thirty minutes, if he keeps his position anyway, which won’t be an easy task.

“Law, you perfectly know why you are here,” the director starts, exhaling exaggeratedly. “It’s… Something I wouldn’t have believed from you. We already have complicated situations with Eustass, I thought that the warning we gave him one year ago would have been enough to be a good example for all of you.”

Law pinches his lips together, remembering that indeed, his fellow colleague flirted with a student earlier in the year, and that it ended up pretty in a ugly way. The director looks at him, then eventually puts his back on his backrest, analyzing Law’s behaviors.

“I need you to tell me if you stopped your affair with Name,” he continues, severely. “Otherwise I’ll have to take severe means towards you.”

“It’s over,” Law answers abruptly. “I turned her off, and she’s now following professor Chopper’s class. So no more threat for her future, nor mine.”

“Good, good…,” the director nods. “If I gave one more chance to Eustass back then, then we can both agree that it would be too cruel to punish you unnecessarily.”

“Whatever.” Law shouts coldly, before he looks away. He sighs, and shakes his head. “Do what you have to do, I’m ready anyway.”

The director remains silent for a second, watching closely his raven-haired subordinate, then eventually waves his hand, as if he’s a merciful father forgiving his son.

“No, it’s alright. I trust your judgment on the matter,” he decides, as he finally smiles. “You have class to teach, professor. Please remember to keep it in your pants!”

Law gives him the darkest look possible, as the director coughs awkwardly, before he clears his throat. Clearly, he’s not the smartest man Law has encountered, but at least, he’s keeping his position, and can forget about this awful matter. Yet, while he’s walking out of his office, Law can’t think about anything else but one thing...The tears rolling on her cheeks, and the slap she gave him when he told her that everything was over, two days ago…

***

He wakes up in the middle on the night, his body entirely covered in sweat, his heartbeat erratic. Another nightmare. It seems that he’s haunted by something for a few weeks, perhaps his own guilt. With his shaky hands, he rubs his eyelids, trying his best to calm himself down. He can’t believe that he feels this way, when he’s supposed to be that cold-hearted man with his impossible reputation. He can’t believe that the very image of her face is stuck in his mind, reminding him somehow, that a few weeks back, he made perhaps the biggest mistake of his life.

Slowly, he crawls out of his bed, going directly to his bathroom to splash some icy water on his marked and tired features. He looks at himself through the mirror, drops of water dripping on the sink, while his stare is nothing but lifeless. He clenches his fist around the washbasin, his entire body yelling at him to call her, to make things right, to save her from his coldness. He clicks his tongue and grabs the nearest towel, ignoring those silent pleas within his own mind. He can’t do that. He doesn’t have the strength to face her anymore. Afflicted by his wrecked memories, Law decides that having a night walk in the university’s garden could be a good idea ; after all, tomorrow are the finals, and he needs to be prepared and focus.

After he picked up some clothes from his closet, Law walks out of his apartment - a company accommodation - before he finally reaches the garden, and notices that someone is here as well, seating on the bench he always picks whenever he needs to think. He squints, trying to analyze who could be that figure right there, his legs still carrying him mindlessly. When he finally understands who’s that person, it’s already too late ; he’s too close not to be noticed by her. He plants his feet in the ground and manages to stop every of his motion, looking at her with terrified eyes. She slowly turns her head, and as soon as she offers him a sad smile, Law feels his heart falling deep down in his guts.

“Name-ya…,” he mutters, all his guilt coming back, tightening his throat.

“Seems like I’m not the only one having sleep troubles…,” she whispers as well, immediately turning her head to avoid his stare.

Law wishes that he can make a step forward, and circles her waist to hold her, yet, he doesn’t move, and simply gazes at her with his abyssal eyes.

“Don’t you have finals to prepare?” He eventually says, his voice sounding slightly too harsh for their actual encounter.

She just shrugs, not even taking the time to look at him.

“I don’t care. I’m quitting anyway.”

“What?”

Law makes a step forward, fist clenched, eyebrows furrowed. He can’t believe what she has just said, what she has decided without telling him. She’s wasting her own future for him?

“Are you dumb?!” He snaps, crossing the distance between them to seat on the bench, grabbing her shoulders. “Name-ya, are you crazy?”

She has no choice but to look at him again, her eyes gleaming despite the darkness surrounding them. She slaps his hands away, her bottom lip trembling.

“Why do you even care, Law? You made your point the other day! It’s your career before me, and I can’t think straight nor study since… Since you…”

Law pinches his lips together, his hands falling on his thighs while he perfectly understands the end of her sentence, even if she doesn’t say it entirely. He has been harsh with her, he knows it. So harsh that he must have destroyed her self-confidence for good. But when Law has received that letter from the director, he just stupidly panicked. He thought about his career before his feelings, and now he’s paying the price. The woman he’s in love with can’t even look at him in the eyes, and his entire life seems pointless. He misses her to the core, unable to erase her from his mind. He wishes he can fix it, goes back in time and chooses another path… But unfortunately, he made the wrong choice.

“Name-ya…,” he calls with a husky voice, hearing her little sniffs echoing in the garden.

“Don’t,” she answers with a broken tone. “You don’t have to justify yourself anymore. But please, don’t force me to stay here when I can’t be with you.”

Law freezes, her last words echoing inside the deepest parts of his soul. She...She’s still in love with him? He looks up, his slender fingers trembling, before he dares to skim her cheek. She flinches, though, and frowns.

“Stop that…,” she whispers desperately, closing her eyes.

“I regret everything.” Law finally confesses.

He looks at her devastated features, from her frowned eyebrows to her closed eyes, her lips quivering as she’s trying to hold back her tears. He wishes he can’t stop the time itself, erasing all the pain in her heart to make things right. But he’s not a magician. He only has his words.

“I regret that day when I thought that having a career was above my feelings. I regret the words I said to you,” he continues, his hand finally cupping her jaw. “I wish I can turn back time.”

She shakes her head, tears rolling on her cheeks again, despite her closed eyes.

“You’re lying...You’re lying!” She suddenly cracks her irises open and pushes on his shoulders with the palm of her hands, in order to repulse him. “It’s just words coming out of your mouth because you feel guilty, but you don’t mean it!”

Law grips her wrist and pulls her against his chest, a surprised gasp escaping from her throat, while she’s struggling to free herself from his grip.

“I’m not lying!” He argues, both furious and terrorized, but truly sure about his feelings and what he has to do. “I can’t lie to you, nor anyone anymore! I’m in love with you, Name-ya!”

She widens her eyes, stopping every of her gesture to look at his face. She blinks, her fingers tearing his shirt, twisting the material, before she shakes her head vividly. Law immediately grabs her cheeks, digging his stare inside of hers, forbidding her silently to look away.

“Listen to me, please,” Law whispers tenderly, despite his many emotions at the moment. “You have to believe me. I don’t want to lie anymore. Life is tasteless without you. Do you understand, Name-ya? I love you. I truly, deeply, love you.”

She’s not answering, still shocked because of his statement. After all, why would she even take the time to answer anyway? He has been a stupid asshole from day one, and now that he’s opening his heart, it would be selfish to believe that she would do the same in return, not after what he did to her. It has been weeks. Things change in weeks. People heal and move on. Yet, before he can think about anything else, he suddenly feels her soft lips reaching for his, her warm breathing ghosting his skin. Eyes closed, cheeks all wet, she’s responding to his confession with the most surprising answer. Law hesitates for a second, perhaps a bit too long, because she’s already parting her lips, blushing.

“I...Law…,” she tries to explain, but she can’t find the right words.

Law, however, starts to understand what just happened. He musters up his courage, and immediately crushes his lips back on hers, ignoring the fact that she’s about to speak once again. He needs to make her feel that he’s ready for her. Ready to ignore the conventions, his position, the rumors. He wants her by his side, and the very fact that she seems on the same page enlights his entire world. Intensely, Law opens his mouth, his tongue caressing hers, the two of them sharing an intense and necessary kiss for a long time before they eventually part. Law gently brushes her cheeks, offering her a tender smile. She grabs his hand and intertwines her fingers with his.

“You’re seriously an idiot for such a renowned professor…,” she pouts, chuckling, before she looks back at him with more serious eyes. “Law, seriously, though…”

He shakes his head, his slender digits skimming her mouth.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he reassures, pulling her against his chest to hug her tightly. “I really don’t care about this university, nor the fact that people might talk. I have lived enough days without you already.”

“But...You’ve been summoned because of me…”

He shrugs, his nonchalant nature coming back, as he smirks.

“Eustass kept his position, and he’s still fucking that girl in the locker room,” he says. “But for me, I don’t want us to hide like this. You’re an adult, and so am I. Fuck them all.”

She giggles, and presses a tender kiss in the crook of his neck.

“The edgy professor Trafalgar wants to fuck the system?” She brushes his forearm, happily smiling. “You’re an impossible man.”

He raises an eyebrow, grabbing his chin to lift her head up, their gaze meeting again.

“If fucking the system means fucking you all day long, then I’m your man. In many ways,”

“Asshole…,”

He smirks even wildly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I can stimulate you there, yes…,” he winks, teasing her intensely, gasping when she hits his shoulder with her harmless fist. “Come on. Let’s catch some sleep, you have your finals to succeed tomorrow.”

“In...your room?” She asks, unsure, while she follows him when he stands back up. Sleeping together has never been an option before.

Law circles her waist and presses her body against his, nodding.

“I told you, Name-ya. I want you by my side. Don’t even think to spend the night elsewhere than in my room, with me, forever.”

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mindlessmetalfuck · 5 years

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Wow it's been a hot minute since I've done this. But it's too fucking cold to go walk and talk to myself and I don't even know how effective that would be. Not to mention being at work doesn't give me shit for opportunity to get this out elsewhere and I need it fucking out. So here I am. Insane again. Rambling on the internet because I feel lost and alone. But at least I'm trying. Here's hoping that shit still counts.

I'm so fucking tired. Exhausted. The sun doesn't shine out my ass and I'm not naturally positive. Just because I worked my ass off to hide and change my toxic bullshit doesn't mean it never happened and can't come back. It means I work my ass off and am dying to see the day that I can see someone conisistenly support me in that. I never expected it'd be so much to ask for someone to hold me and tell me it'll be okay when I will literally do it until I'm blue in the face for any and everyone else. I want to have a bad day and not need to immidiately reassure everyone else. I just want to feel justified. I want to feel like I'm allowed to feel how I do. Recognize my anxiety. Recognize that even though it's nothing to everyone else and even I fully know it should be nothing, I still feel it. Let it be real to me. I spend more time that anyone else knows battling it and shoving it away. Some days its too much. I'm too tired of the pressure of perfection that I put on myself. On those days all I want is to hear it is real. What I feel is real and I'm not crazy and I'm allowed to have bad days where I can feel it. I just want someone to hold me on my bad days and tell me it's okay and more importantly that it will be okay. On the days I simply put one foot in front of the other and pray for the day to just pass, the days where my greatest victories are only not doing anything horrible, I need someone to remind me that they are proud of me anyway. For having good days, but more importantly not giving up on the bad days.

Please do not get angry at my hurt. I do my best to hide it, truly. I'm so sorry to everyone who knows me well enough to see it anyway. I see that it makes everyone who can see it hurt or angry and have a hard time not taking it personal. That's never what I want. Please don't let me hurt anyone with my hurt. Try to understand its not something I'm holding against anyone and no matter what you think it is there's always so many more things playing through my mind as well. But my feelings hurt the people I care about. So I try to not feel them. And when that doesn't work I want to run. Toxic is the last thing I ever want to be.

Please realize how much I battle. Remember I am only human as well. My body aches, my chest is tight, my abdomen constantly cramps, and I do not feel at home in my body. Some days I hope this pain means there is something real wrong with me. Something physical and palpable and provable. That's justified. An xray or a scan is visible proof. It won't make me question if I'm just crazy and pathetic. It's all in my head. So maybe it's my fault. I should do better. I hurt because I'm not enough. For me or for others. The days I feel like I'm physically falling apart, please hold me. Be my glue and hold me together. Keep a pressure on my chest. Some days it feels like my heart is trying to jump right out. So hold me and keep my chest tight so for a moment I don't feel like its going to jump ship and shatter.

I was always so proud that I could help people. I could listen and be there and tell them it would be okay. It's the only thing that made me feel full. But I feel like a failure lately. My advice is no good, if anything it makes things worse. And during a time where I feel like I am constantly getting knocked off my ass by things I never expected and never prepared for, I just want to feel like I can handle it and not makes things worse. But each time I get thrown into a new terrifying whirlwind, I see more and more the only way to do that is not help. Not have an opinion. All signs point to silencing my thoughts and feelings. They make me toxic. Good intentions or not, they are bad and make things worse. So I should be silent and a-o-fucking-kay. But fuck. I'm not a magician. How am I supposed to change and quiet my feelings without going empty? Maybe I'm not as strong as I'd hoped. Maybe I'm not as good as my own biases lead me to believe. Maybe I am unaware and unhealthy for myself and others.

I just want some peace. For a moment. Without shit exploding in my face. Each time things go so wrong I trust myself less and less. I lose confidence and I lose myself. It's better if I handle it alone. I don't want to hurt others with my pain. I don't want my rough days and skewed thoughts to make everything worse. It only hurts more when I let my loved ones see my hurt. I don't know what to do anymore. It's counterproductive to be alone and its counterproductive to open up.

I can't even guess a tiny bit whats coming next to knock me off my feet anymore. I hate not knowing. I need to prepare or I need recovery time. But somehow it feels like that is too much to ask. I wish I knew how to ask for support without being too much. Asking too much.

Please see how hard I'm trying. Even if its not working. Things keep changing and flipping and throwing me right off. And I'm trying so very hard to keep it together and carry on and do what's best. So try to forgive me when I'm wrong and love me extra on the bad days.

When all else fails please just hold me and tell me it'll be okay. If you can find it within yourself to remind me of my value when I can't seem to remember it myself and it makes me unpleasant. When I feel like everything I do is wrong, remind me of the little rights. I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me. Nobody needs in my head. Please just give me a little extra love and positivity to fuel my ammunition in these battles.

I want to be justified. It's okay to feel and process. I'm tired of feeling like my emotions are wrong. I'm filled with enough self doubt. I try so hard to support that people have a right to their feelings, mine might make less sense sometimes but I still so badly want to be allowed to feel. I want to receive the compassion and understanding and support that I try so hard to give to others. Please show me I'm not alone.

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