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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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Can you do a scenario for Law marrying his lover. But the world government wants her only dead, because of her demonic powers. Laws lover told him that she pregnant, but someone told the Marines/world government that Law is married to the girl they want dead and she also pregnant with his child. How would Law/crew/straw hats react to the news, also the marine/world government.

(This became a scenario/HC hybrid, so I hope that’s okay!)

“…I’m pregnant.”

Law’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at his lover. He wasn’t expecting her to say that first thing in the morning. “Are you…are you sure? Your period could just be late,” he replied.

____ shook her head. “I can sense it,” she said, placing a hand on her stomach underneath the covers of their shared bed. “There’s another presence here. Something that shares my blood, and yours.” She smiled gently at him, and the tips of her fangs peeked through her lips. “Ours.”

Law’s eyes drifted down to her stomach, and a dizzying array of emotions swirled through his head. He was excited, ecstatic even; he was going to be a father. Despite how happy he felt, he knew that his child’s life wouldn’t be easy. Law was constantly targeted by the World Government and after the events of Dressrosa, Kaido also had his eyes on the Surgeon of Death. ____ was also a target of the World Government, only wanted dead because of her demonic powers. If their child had any trace of her abilities, it would just be another reason to want them dead. How can the two of them take care of a child in a situation like that?

____ placed one of her hands on Law’s. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” she said softly. “I just felt it when I was sleeping, and to be honest, I’m still not sure how to feel.” Her hand squeezed Law’s, and he felt her fingernails graze the skin on his fingers.

Her touch snapped him back to reality a little bit, and he absentmindedly squeezed her hand back. He blinked once and slowly removed his hand to wrap his arms around her, cradling the back of her head with his palm. “I…” He didn’t know what to say. It was rare for him to be speechless, but there were so many things he wanted to say and do at the same time. He wanted to kiss ____, hold her in his arms, and never let her go. He wanted to run through the Polar Tang and shout that he’s going to be a father. He wanted to abandon his quest for the One Piece to give his family a quiet life free of danger. He wanted to find the One Piece and use his freedom as the Pirate King to provide everything his family needed. He wanted to make a plan. He wanted to do something impulsive and spontaneous, without regard for the consequences.

“Will you marry me?”

____ looked up at Law. “What?”

“I love you,” Law said. He caressed the back of her head as he held her. “You’re the mother of my child. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Not just as lovers, not just as parents, but something more.”

____ was taken aback by his proposal. She loved Law more than anything in the world, but…she was the Demon Queen; holy matrimony wasn’t exactly something that people seek out with a demonic being, a monster like her. She smiled at Law and cupped Law’s cheek. Then again, Law wasn’t like most people. She moved up to kiss Law and when she pulled away, her eyes were practically shining. “Yes, yes” she replied breathlessly, her face flushed as she beamed at her lover–no, her fiance. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

Despite his best efforts to keep their upcoming nuptials a secret outside of the crew, word eventually reached Marineford after Trafalgar Law’s crew had bought a few curious items at the town they were last spotted in: white-and-silver cloth and a veil from a dressmaker’s shop, a small ring with a dark red gem from a jewelry store, and a bridal bouquet from a florist. His navigator had also been reported to have bought a small stuffed toy from a children’s store (a small stuffed snow leopard with a matching spotted baby blanket). Once the report had made it to Marine HQ, it quickly made its way to Grand Admiral Akainu’s desk and he called a meeting with Kizaru.

“Ohh, so they’re tying the knot?” Kizaru smirked at the report, and Akainu’s dour expression. “How sweet…Hey, maybe we could send them a wedding gift!”

Akainu glowered at his colleague. “Like a pair of Sea Stone handcuffs,” he replied gruffly. “I’m more concerned about what the navigator bought.” His eyes drifted down to the sentence describing the toy and blanket that Bepo had bought. “The marriage is inconsequential, but if she’s pregnant with his child…”

Kizaru leaned back on the couch he was lounging on. “Maybe this is a good thing,” he replied breezily. “If he’s got a wife and a bun in the oven, Law might be hesitant to do anything rash for a while. He’d have to lay low, and he’d be out of our hair for a short time.”

Akainu shook his head. “And what about the child? It’ll be born with the Will of D, and it’s likely got that witch’s demonic powers.” He stared down at the report on his desk.

“We could always give the kid their own wanted poster,” Kizaru said with a sarcastic lilt. “Though we’d have to wait a bit until we get a photo of them. Maybe if we ask nicely, Law could send us a copy of the ultrasound.”

Akainu stood up and walked out of his office. “We’ll just raise their bounties for now,” he said firmly. “If they aren’t captured or killed by the time their spawn is born, then we’ll give it an individual wanted poster.”

Kizaru raised an eyebrow as Akainu as he left and called out to him from the couch. “I was joking!”

Once their bounties were raised, rumors spread quickly throughout the seas that The Surgeon of Death and the Demon Queen were expecting. Law received a few packages from various News Coos congratulating the new couple. Rebecca, Viola, and Mansherry each sent him gifts; since he was integral to Dressrosa’s liberation, and because he was a “friend” of Straw Hat Luffy, they were more than happy to send him and his future wife a kind message and a few presents for their baby! Rebecca cut a piece of her gladiator’s cape and lined it with fur to create a soft, warm blanket. Viola sent a silver bath basin and a luxurious child-sized robe, as well as a few silk napkins to wipe up any spit-up. Mansherry sent a hand-made baby mobile made of multiple intertwined flowers (that strangely didn’t seem to ever dry out), as well as a small crystal vial containing some of her Healing Liquid in case the baby was ever hurt and needed it to heal them.

Some of the other Supernovas also sent various notes and small gifts; even if they were all rivals, it was a tradition to congratulate a fellow pirate if they were about to have a child and celebrate a new generation of piracy being brought into the world. Kid sent him a letter of congratulations, saying that even though babies were “fuckin gross squishy goblins,” he knew that Law would be able to protect his kid. (He also said that just because Law was a dad, it didn’t mean that he’d hold back when they inevitably fought again). Bonney sent him a letter demanding to know when the wedding was so she could have some wedding cake; she sent him two boxes of dark chocolates, saying that they were both for his wife in case she had cravings for something sweet. Urouge sent a necklace of wooden prayer beads, meant to bless the new child from “the dark forces that will conspire to harm them.” Apoo sent a “super sick bedtime mixtape”, and the music on it was actually very soothing. Hawkins was actually the first person to send a gift, and determined through a card reading what was happening before the rumors began to spread; he sent a small doll made out of straw, as well as a colored sketch of the cards he’d pulled when doing his reading (The Empress, the Lovers, and the Star, all upright).

Luffy and the rest of the Straw Hats wanted to bring their gifts in-person, and by sheer luck they managed to crash the wedding at the exact island the Heart Pirates were holding it on right before the wedding was about to start. Bonney and her crew were also there since she knew there’d be cake, and Apoo’s crew was there since he’d offered to be the DJ (and refused to take no for an answer). Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi almost killed each other when they had argued who should be Law’s best man, so the three of them were splitting the responsibilities throughout the wedding. ____ casually asked Robin to be her bridesmaid; she didn’t have many friends, but she felt a bit of kinship with the Devil Child and Robin happily accepted. Every time Sanji got heart eyes and gushed about how beautiful the bride looked, Law would roll his eyes and Shamble him to the other side of the reception.

The ceremony itself was very quiet and intimate. Nami managed to clap a hand over Luffy’s mouth (he kept cheering for Law and would not stop supporting his friend…very loudly), and Bepo proudly officiated the wedding by reading the vows on the back of his paw so he wouldn’t forget what to say. When they finally kissed, Franky was so moved that he launched an array of fireworks from his arms into the sky while sobbing over what a SUPER couple they were.

The reception was loud and raucous as the food and drinks kept flowing. Zoro, Bonney, Brook, and Usopp were drunkenly singing wedding and love songs; Apoo was playing a bomb-ass setlist of wedding songs; Zoro and Sanji got into a dance contest…that they both lost (Franky and Chopper entered the fray and absolutely obliterated them).

Law and ____ shared their first dance together on the beach while everyone else was distracted by Zoro and Sanji on the actual dance floor. Truth be told, Law preferred it this way. He had a content, lovestruck smile on his face as they swayed together in the moonlight; now, it was just the two of them. Well…the three of them.

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Happy birthday to Doc, happy birthday to Doc. I gitf you a heart shaped locked, happy birthday to Doc. Sorry if this is late, hope you had a good birthday.

Don’t worry, you’re not late! Thanks for the sweet message 💕

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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Hi. Can you do a scenario for Law and Laws crush gets locked away by a crazy insane doctor/scientists and gave them both a shot and a drink that makes them feel really good. Forcing them to have sex that will last for hours, to the point that Laws crush gets pregnant. The doctor/scientists wants to Experiment on new born babies and told them about his plan. How would they get out and what would they think about this "plan" of his. Can you make it a long rough NSFW and a happy ending please.

Word count: 1526.

Warnings: heavy smut, overstimulation, drug use, mentioned pregnancy, not exactly rape but better safe than sorry.

Trafalgar Law

The darkness of the cell wouldn’t let Law know exactly how much time he had been trapped in there with [Name], but by the time the heavy metal door of that godforsaken basement of sorts screeched open, he couldn’t feel a muscle in his body that wasn’t complaining, no matter how careful his movements were. He gritted his teeth and crawled his way next to the spent girl lying nearly motionless on the floor. His bare hands and knees felt dirty, and he could only grimace at how fucking unhygienic their whole situation was. But the scent of sweat and sex also added to the twist in his gut.

A small line of light allowed him to see that [Name]’s body was actually shaking, shivers running through her shrunk shape; whether from the fear, the cold or the overstimulation, he couldn’t tell, but it set a fire in his veins. The last thing he noticed before the door closed again were the tears welling around her wide eyes and the sticky white substance oozing from between her legs, possibly pulling at the skin of her thighs uncomfortably.

Law listened to the slow steps closely, and gently placed himself on top of his crewmate as a means to protect her from whatever that twisted bastard would have in store for her. For him as well, but he didn’t want him to touch another hair on her body more than he cared about his own state.

“It seems the aphrodisiac wore off,” hummed darkly the pacing figure that had them chained to the wall like animals, like the beasts he had forced them to behave like. Law’s eyes widened when he heard a few taps on a crystal surface, and embraced [Name] protectively.

“Don’t you dare inject anymore of that shit into her system,” he growled, but grunted in surprise when he felt the needle pierce into the back of his knee. He flinched and tried to throw a punch at the doctor, but the chair kept him at a safe distance while his outburst allowed [Name] to swiftly be injected as well. “N-No, goddamn it…” Law could feel himself growing dizzy, his body getting warmer. He stumbled on his knees and collapsed on top of [Name], panting.

“Ah, I must admit I’m proud of the immediate effect of this drug,” cooed the doctor, and Law regretted not having his Kikoku in hand to chop the bastard to pieces. He could feel [Name]’s bare body, that suddenly fit so right into his own, growing hotter and sweatier. “I’ll come back tomorrow first thing in the morning and check whether the experiment was a success. Think about it this way, the sooner you get her pregnant, the sooner this will be over. Good night, my precious subjects.”

Soon they were alone again in the dark room and, in a way, it relieved Law. As terrible as their situation already was, he would hate for the bastard to stay and witness what was about to happen. Law felt himself growing hard in a matter of seconds and growled, taking notice of her own musk that had started to call for his attention once again. She whined.

“F-Fuck Law,” her breathless voice was making it so much harder for his self-restraint. Her hands found his shoulders tentatively and gripped around the spots where his tattoos had been decorated with extra small crescent-marks, awaiting to be marked some more. He hissed, the tip of his already leaking dick finding her soft mound. Fuck the drug, but he couldn’t wait any longer. “I-I’m so so-oh!”

He pushed in with one long thrust and groaned loudly, her walls squeezing around him as if he hadn’t pounded into her like a dog, without abandon, for hours now. Only a short break had been conceded to them in comparison. His back, thighs, knees and nameless other parts of his body screamed from overexertion, but none stopped him from starting a brutal pace into her sopping hole.

He damned the crazy scientist that got them drugged and fucking like animals, he hated the feeling of helplessness as he could only listen to the most primal urges within him, and he loathed what he was doing to his beloved partner, perhaps even without her consent, had she been in her right mind. But what he hated the most was that, deep down, and despite how much he tried to deny it, he was loving the feel of her. Her presence overwhelmed his every sense in a way that had been earth-shatteringly pleasurable during his first few orgasms, but now continued to pain him, both physically and mentally, every time her tight pussy sucked him dry.

This was definitely not how he had intended their first time to be, not how he had fantasized about it. Despite the relentless pace, he managed to part one sweaty hand from her hip, where he kept her pelvis in place, to bring it up to her face. His thumb found the bruised flesh of her bottom lip and stroked it slowly, feeling her open her mouth to suck his finger in. She moaned around it, and he couldn’t repress the shudder as the latest thrust came out sharper than he had meant. She moaned out his name. Dragging his hand away to let it cup her reddened check, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, the gentleness highly contrasting with his still merciless hips.

“I’m sorry, [Name].” He sighed breathlessly against her lips and licked at them, half out of a sudden urge to get more of her intoxicating taste into his system, the other half an apologetic gesture. Meanwhile, her voice rang in his ears, and he found it oddly satisfying that the only word that she could muster was his name. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you. I,” he paused to inhale sharply through his nose, feeling her walls convulsing around his sensitive skin; had she really come so suddenly? “I’m definitely going to get you out of here and… and! Oh, shit!”

With a drawn-out moan that he managed to muffle into her soft, awaiting lips, he felt himself coming with an intensity that shouldn’t be normal after having done little more than fucking for what felt like a whole day. And despite this, despite the pain in his belly, despite the feeling that there’s no way he could handle another orgasm, he didn’t feel himself softening inside of her. His hips didn’t allow him a minute to breathe and he was pounding his sensitive dick inside of her equally sensitive pussy again. [Name] raked her nails down his back and tried to wiggle her hips away from his movement, obviously to no avail.

“D-Don’t worry about this, La-aaaaw! It’s not your- hmm, fuck!- your fault!” He grunted, surprised, when he felt her legs wrapping around his lithe hips, bringing him incredibly closer. “This might not be the best time, I-I know, but…!” Is he squinted hard enough, he would notice the blush adorning her face, but any kind of rational thought went through the window when he felt her clenching around him once more, tighter than before. “Oh my GOD, I love you, Law!”

“Fuck!” He cursed loudly as her intense release and her loving words, despite the dire situation, unavoidably brought him to yet another impossible climax. He was shuddering wildly, and [Name] wasn’t in a better condition. The heat, sweat and his cum, which leaked out when he shifted to pull out a little, were making his skin remain as close to her as possible. His heart was pounding, and he could almost feel her own beat through the juncture of their nether regions.

Maybe it was that his body had finally pushed through his ultimate limit, but Law managed to control the pace that was threatening to be built again and looked into her eyes intensely. She had cried, her cheeks keeping the tracks of dried tears and those of fresh ones. He kissed them away while lazily grinding his hips against hers. She trembled, his pubic bone pressing against her aching clit.

“I promise I’ll get us out,” he kissed her tenderly, and she reciprocated with as much love as she could convey on one kiss alone. “I won’t let that sick fuck get his way.” He buckled his hips, and she groaned, bracing herself for the incoming session that promised to be even more intense than the last. “And I’m in no way letting him experiment on my brats.”

“But you don’t like kids, Captain,” she cracked a slightly forced smile, but it was good enough to light the whole room up for just a second. Law realized, he wanted to protect her, he wanted her to smile, and he would do that even if it meant having to wait for the effects of the aphrodisiac to wear off so he could finally break out and slice the bastard into bits until he was left unrecognizable.

Unbeknownst to him, thanks to the stronger dose they had been injected, that wouldn’t happen until several hours and even more orgasms later.

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basil-saurus · 3 years

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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The rose left unwatered (Law x f!reader)

Heyo guys ! this is my first multi part fanfiction and I hope that you will all like it =w=. No TW for now apart for coming smut in next chapters~ This was originally a request by @soul-stealer-reaper . Thanks for requesting :) originally you asked for a scenario with rough NSFW where Law has a crush on a girl that the government is afraid of and that has high bounty. As this will have some parts, everything you asked for will come in the next chapters so no worries :’) ! I won’t hide that wrote quite freely tho, I hope that it’s fine. Synopsis : You have felt unwanted for so long that you forgot the last time you felt like you belonged. Quite paradoxical, when you are one of the most wanted “criminals” in the new world. You cross paths with Law after joining the strawhats at Fishman Island to “kill some time” and you both feel a weird connection from the moment your eyes met, curiosity, hatred or desire, did it really matter as long as feelings were involved ? ---------------------------

A rose left unwatered will wither, A heart left unloved will rot, A sweet dream left untouched will go bitter, A love left unspoken will be forgot. Nemo - Murder in Venice

The first time that Law saw you, he found you extremely annoying. He remembered that he saw your wanted poster somewhere, with one of the highest bounties that he has ever seen. Seeing such a high bounty made him raise an eyebrow at first, what could you have done to have the whole world on your back ? The second thought that came to his mind was that of detachement, then he flinched at that thought.

The first time that Law saw you in person was after his Allience with the strawhats. You stayed at the ship the whole time, you didn't even bother to follow others to punk Hazard or to help them with their plans. He thought that you were an extremely selfish person and you reminded him of the person that he hated most. That way you had of doing what you wanted without caring about others, the smirk you had on your lips at all times, never submitting, always acting so sure of yourself, it irritated him.

How could someone get such a strong reaction out of him ? He didn't even know, he always eyed you from afar and it was enough to know that you prfoundly, passionately got on his nerves.

You joined the strawhats in the Fishmen Island, finding your way to them and just asking to join. Luffy's simplistic demeanor meant that he accepted right away, not caring about who you were and not flinching at your high bounty.

You made it clear that you were just staying to be entertained, in fact, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want to help anyone, your curiosity was just peaked by Luffy, by that man that defied the world government, by that man that defied everyone at Marineford. You weren't impressed, but you just felt sympathy towards him and wanted to find some company.

You found what you were looking for, in fact, life with the strawhats was enjoyable, you didn't get along with Usopp or Nami. The former thought that you were « too scary » and would kill them in their sleep, the latter hated how little you were willing to cooperate.

You had your own reason, but nobody on that ship was able to grasp your personnality, you just had your own way of thinking, your own internal logic that nobody seemed to get. Who were you ? Why were you there and why was the whole world on your back ? All these questions were provoking Law, teasing him endlessly. His curiosity was growing day after day and you were always there, on a lounge chair enjoying the burn of the sun on your skin, not caring about anything else, not caring about him, not that he cared...did he ? You got on his nerves just by being there, he felt obseverd yet, he wasn't the kind of people to get flustered but your gaze was so intense, feline.

It was a soft night on the sunny, a few days before getting to Dressrosa. On this night, the strawhats decided to gather around after dinner like always. They enjoyed socializing and spending time together, telling stories and playing silly games. It was quite late so Momo was already sleeping. Everyone was on the deck enjoying some drinks and you were on the crow's nest, peaceful.

« Y/N-chaaawn~ » Screamed Sanji, making you look down. « Come have some fun with us, don't stay there on your own ! »

« - Yeah Y/N ! We're all having fun here. » Said Luffy.

You jumped gracefully from the crow's nest just like a cat. You then looked around circularly before taking place between Law and Robin as she silently made some space for you. The atmosphere was light and everyone was enjoying themselves. Zoro was drinking bottle after bottle as Sanji was screaming at him. Usopp was telling you all for the tenth time about how he took down a sea king with his little finger and Luffy and Chopper were captivated by how cool that was.

You were just silently enjoying that sense of peace till Nami asked you out of nowhere

« Oh true Y/N, I actually never asked but I am curious, why is your bounty so high ? What have you done ? »

For a second your expression changed and everyone's eyes were on you. You just decided to tell them some kind of lie and you said that you killed a celestial dragon. Everyone looked at you in awe, killing a celestial dragon means that you had to escape from admirals. You excused yourself then saying you were tired, therefore going to sleep.

After hours of partying Strawhats went to sleep. You got out of the girl's quarter wearing only a night gown. Your thoughts were waltzing since earlier's events and you were looking melancolically at the ocean. The sound of the waves was so calming, you got close to the board of the sunny, placing your elbows on the wooden surface. You didn't notice it when Law came your way, he wasn't sleeping either, his sleeping schedule was always herractic. He was still intrigued by the lie you told earlier and by your overall attitude, something about you drew him towards you like a magnet.

-(Y/N)-ya...You didn't kill a celestial dragon, did you?

His voice was low and hoarse, stealing a murmur out of your lips. Your eyes met his, gray, icy. It was the first time he said your name outloud, actually, you briefly ever interacted since he got on this ship.

-Trafalgar ?..

You were wondering why did he bring this up, he never ever showed interest in you and you in him. In fact, now that you looked at him more in detail, you could say that he was an exceptionally handsome male with soft dark hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor.

He could obtain any female he wanted at a snap of his fingers. You looked away and added :

-I thought that you disliked me. Why do you even ask ?

He raised an eyebrow, but got back to his stoic expression almost immediatly. He didn't know that it showed. However, you were wrong, he was starting to get intrigued by you, by your high bounty, by the detached way you acted. He was usually the one to observe and analyse people, but something about you...He couldn't put a finger on.

-I don't like lies.

-I have my own reasons...I'm sure there are a lot of things that you want to keep secret.

You hesitated then looked his side. He seemed calm still and just shrugged, ready to go back to his spot but then you added ;

-I lied because I didn't want to involve anyone in this...When I was just a child, I was a part of a dozen kids that were selected to take part into a « government experiment »...I don't want to go into details but...you clenched your fist, eyes fixed on an imaginary point in front of you I am the only survivor of that experiment...Therefore I'm being tracked... We were given power...To this day I don't know its extent...But I know that with just a blow of my fingers I could...you gasped How could a child be granted such a power ? Why did they have to choose for me ? I didn't want any of this....I never wanted to fight, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to be normal, to have a family, to feel wanted...haha...your laugh was bitter I mean, I know that I am the most wanted person you probably met, but I didn't mean it in that way. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity, Trafalgar Law.

Your eyes met, he looked in them, deep, searching for traces of honesty. You were telling the truth, there wasn't a doubt. He liked the way his name sounded out of your lips, it was the first time that he heard these three letters murmured by you. It's as if his first name sounded different, you had that way of saying it, almost like a whisper. You looked so vulnerable in your nightgown, so fragile despite your usual arrogant carapace. The fiery tigress looked like a sweet kitten and he was surprised by the way he just wanted to reassure you. He brushed that thought quickly and added, stoic ;

-I see, why did you tell me ?

-You just asked me to, no ? I just felt like we were a bit alike...Ah. Also, quit asking me questions....This is starting to feel like a doctor examination...Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you even care ? I didn't think that the surgeon of death was such a curious person.

He scratched his chin, hesitating for a second, but then he just said bluntly ;

-The first time I saw you, I thought that you were extremely annoying.

- Ah ? you looked at him with a straight face, but still a bit offended If we're playing first impressions then...

-But I get it now.

He wasn't annoyed, in fact, he was just fascinated. It wasn't animosity that he felt but desire to know more about you. It wasn't that he was making sure that you're not endangering anyone, he wanted to look at you, it was just excuses upon excuses, rationalization for a case of irrational fascination. Now that the diagnostic was there, he could understand his emotions more clearly.

-You are talking in riddles but well...Whatever...Why did you form an alliance with Luffy by the way ? I wonder how you're able to handle all of his energy if you can't even stand mine haha.

-Let me correct you ; I don't hate you. He stops for a moment then he adds. There is a man that I would like to kill.

You turn now, back against the wooden border of the ship. You had an amused look on your face, wondering who was that man that he wanted to take down ;

-Now that's interesting ! Let me guess, who is it ?

-You are quite curious yourself, (Y/N)-ya...

He thought it was only fair, you opened up to him, he opened up to you, but telling you the details wasn't for now.

-So you are using the strawhats ?

-I am not sure who is using who. And what is your reason for joing the strawhats ?

-Luffy, you said with dreamy eyes, it's the D in his name...I have been drawn to people with this letter in their names like a magnet...I don't know...I just believe it's fate...

He was startled by your answer, so you knew about the « D » letter ? He also had this letter in his name...He just added then, with a face that didn't betray his surprise ;

-Oh , a girl like you believes in such romantic stories ?

-And what is a girl like me like ? You added, amused. I mean, apart from annoying.

-...Quit it already.

His tone was stable as always. He didn't show it but he thought that it was cute of you, how you insisted and played along. You faced him, your eyes looking right into his and you weren't one to look down, oh no. Irisis into his irisis, looking for him and digging something into him. He didn't even know what you meant by such a look, once again, feline.

The salty smell of the ocean's water mixed with the odor of your fruity perfume made that moment a bit more enjoyable and he wasn't even the type of person to enjoy chatting.

Check mate, you made up for that horrible first impression. You added then ;

-You avoided my question by the way, why wouldn't I believe in « such romantic stories » ? What do you think you know about « a girl like me » ?

You got a bit closer, amused, and he thought that it was getting a bit dangerous. You had a fake woeful look in your eyes. His limbs were filled to the brim with that ocean perfume of yours mixed with that sweet taste, and for a second it was as if that odor operated some kind of spell over him, because a surprising thought occured to his mind ; what would your lips taste like ? Certainly salty like the ocean and a tad like peaches.

Unsettled and unfocused he said ;

-Shouldn't you be sleeping ?

In reality, he didn't want these thoughts to make a nest out of his head and decided to cut the conversation quite abruptly. Your rocked your body back, almost like a child and rose your eyebrows in a semi-sarcastic semi-dramatic way.

-I'm a bit too old for a bed time don't you think, Trafalgar ?

-Just Law.

-Yes yes ! L-a-w...See you tomorrow ! You're not as uptight as I thought.

-(Y/N)-ya.

He just said your name in a strict way, probably indicating that you needed to go. His tone was firm, stop teasing already.

You looked at him with a diminishing smile, pronouncing every single letter so slowly, stretching his name on your lips so that these three tiny letters seemed endless. You tossed your hair, and something about the whole situation, about your feminine charm, something about the breeze of the night made the both of you feel unbearable tension. The type of tension that happens between a man and a woman at three in the morning, that tension that makes every little detail, every look in the eyes, every brush of the fingers feel indecent.

The eyes of a woman can't lie, his ego was stroked as he thought he had a glimpse of your hidden desire.You turned to go back to the girl's quarters, his eyes still hanged on your silhouette. ----------- I hope that you liked this first part. Please tell me what you think. It is a great motivator to know that I’m writing and being read. <3 I wish you all a nice day !

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writingismyhappytime · 7 years

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Kiss the Devil (Part 21)

Ricky Horror X OC

Warnings: Language, Extreme Violence

A/n: This series is over! Kiss the Devil is finally at its end! I hope you've all enjoyed!

"Ricky!" You gasp in horror, your eyes widening as you see him hesitantly coming down the basement steps. What the hell is he doing here? How did he find you? What's going on upstairs?

Your head twists, gaze landing on the man who you've been working on for the past hour. His attention is on the stairs, and he's reaching for one of the tools on the table, gaze hardening.

Shit!

"No!" You hiss, straining desperately against the ropes holding you to the chair; you're so weak again! Dammit! You haven't had any souls lately, and it's making the situation extremely difficult! "Don't come down here!"

Rickys face hardens, his blue eyes suddenly brazing brightly as he spies the man holding a rusty wrench in his hand at the table.

"Reaper!" The man hisses the instant he sees Rickys eyes, unnaturally blue as he steps off the stairs, shorter then the man but not backing down.

"Are you alright?" Ricky asks after a moment of you, a tinge of unease in his voice. He's absolutely terrified, he has no clue what to do, but he's not going to let that show. In fact, he's a wonderful performer, and on the outside he looks completely calm.

"Been better," you grunt, wrenching at the ropes holding you down. The man sends you an uneasy look, obviously unsure what to do, who to fight.

If you can just catch his eye again ---.

"Why don't you sit down?" Rickys soft, persuasive voice catches you off guard, and you blink a few moments, looking at him.

How did he learn to do that so quickly? His eyes flare as he uses his reaper ability, three times stronger then yours as he's so new. The man stops moving immediately, mesmerized.

Ricky's a natural.

"Have a seat," he murmurs, gliding forward. "Why not a nice nap in the corner?"

"Okay." The wrench drops from the man's hands, clattering along the concrete floor before he turns obediently, walking to the corner and slowly sliding to the ground. He slumps forward, his head pressing down against his knees.

...

"How the fuck did you learn how to do that so fast?" You demand as Ricky hastily steps to you, scowling as he fumbles with the ropes around your wrists. "I haven't had time to teach you anything!"

"I figured it out, it's not hard. I had to use it earlier on the guys so they wouldn't freak out about me disappearing again," he mutters, his face pinching as he sees the marks on your skin. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you rub your wrists as their freed, Ricky kneeling so he can hastily undo your feet. "How did you find me?"

"Yoltan. And, well," Ricky hesitates, glancing up uncomfortably. "Your... the demon..."

"He's here?" You gasp, your stomach immediately sinking. You stare at Ricky, suddenly frightened; did the demon know about him? What would he do to him? You need to get Ricky as far away from here as possible!

"He was the only one who could find you," Ricky helps you to your feet, brushing some blood off your lower lip; you flex your numb fingers, staring at the collapsed man in the corner. "We didn't have much of a choice."

"So that's why everyone is screaming upstairs," you mutter, seeing his face whiten at the reminder.

"I... I guess so." He doesn't want to tell you what he saw, he doesn't want to remember himself. In fact, if the two of you could just make a grand escape out a window, that would be great. "We need to get out of here."

"The only way out is up," your eyes rise nervously, the boards above you still creaking, although there's not anymore screaming. Has the demon run out of victims or did they get away?

"There's nothing down here?"

"Not that I can see." You shake your head, finally getting feeling back in your extremities. "We have to go up."

"What about ---?"

You shove Ricky as you see movement behind him, sending your boyfriend sprawling back into the stairs as you swiftly dodge the man; Ricky apparently hasn't figured out how to make his power last.

You'll work on it.

The man staggers, crashing into the chair and sending it falling before he regains his balance. He turns with a hiss at you, a piece of two by four clasped in his shaking hands. You raise an unimpressed brow, purple hair falling into your eyes as you face off with him.

Even in a weakened state you'll destroy him.

"Monsters!" The man spits, and Ricky looks vaguely insulted. "You're murderers!"

"I'm not a murderer, you are," you retort, your fingers curling over a firepoker laid out on the table; man at the inventive tools down here. Oh how you'd like to shove this up his ass. "How many innocent people have you tortured down here, thinking they were reapers?"

"All of them were!"

"You sure about that?" You twirl the poker experimentally before leveling it at him; you once took the soul of a fencing instructor, and you learned a few things from him before you moved on. Funny it's just now coming in handy. "Like a hundred percent? I don't believe you are. The only murderer in this room is you."

"Shut up! We're ridding the world of your kind! You're taking the souls of people who don't deserve it, making their afterlife miserable! They have to work for the devil, and they don't even know how they got there!"

"Well, we can't all like our day jobs," you cluck heartlessly, taking a step forward, seeing the man jerk back nervously. You're in your element, and you have full intentions of bashing him in the head a few times. Ricky is silent, watching you, finally seeing you for the predator you are.

He'd stopped thinking of you like that for a while, when the two of you had grown so comfortable around each other. Now that he's watching you shift, your fluid movements, he remembers that you really are otherworldly.

There's a flash of violet as you lunge forward, dodging the man's desperate swipe with the wooden plank. The firepoker hits him right in the side of the head, sending him smashing back into the wall. He gasps weakly, his eyes rolling back into his skull before he collapses to the ground, boxes and all their contents falling and crashing.

Well that was easy.

You frown, then toss the poker away. He's not dead, but he'll have quite the headache when he wakes.

"Brava, my sweet girl! You're still so good!" The demon squeals.

Ricky gasps, immediately throwing himself forward towards you as he hears the voice behind him on the stairs. You grab onto his sleeve instantly, almost putting him behind you protectively as you see the demon standing on the stairs, clapping his hands in glee.

His fingers are crimson, bright blood still dripping off them and splattering against the floor. He has some dark splotches on his clothing, but otherwise looks normal.

"I see your little lover found you," the demon clucks, hopping childishly off the steps and onto the floor. "How long did you intend to hide him from me?"

You don't respond, your throat swelling tightly as you just stare at the demon. You back up, keeping a tight grip on Ricky; you don't want the demon near him!

"Tsk! You know I hate it when you don't answer me," the demon frowns, letting his hands come to rest at his sides. "You need to finish that man off, as well. We can't gave any survivors out of this mess; this has already cost me an hour of my very valuable time," he whines.

You hate demons.

Your eyes flick to the unconscious and bleeding man uncertaintly. You've never killed anyone, not in all the time you've been alive. Even the men who'd hurt you, the demon had come after them, finished them.

You're not a murderer.

"I ---."

Your eyes flick up as you hear a door creak, and after a moment you see Yoltan come down the stairs, his face gray but hard. Blood is splattered across the front of his tan dress shirt, and he's holding a red-stained axe over his shoulder, as if he'd gone to chop some wood.

Yoltan... what has he done?

"Did you get the ones upstairs?" The demon asks, his eyes still on you and Ricky where you're backed against the wall, as far from him as possible.

"Yes. They're all dead." Yoltan says firmly, his eyes flicking to you and Ricky. "It's done."

"Good!" The demon is pleased. "We'll burn the house down once we're out, cover our tracks. Ohh, this was so much fun!" He trounces over to the unconscious man, and you flinch as his foot connects with his neck in a horrible crunching noise.

Ricky looks like he'll be sick at any moment.

Yoltan narrows his eyes, coming a few more steps down, his fingers clenching around the axe he holds. He's a little higher up then the demon, and honestly, he's so tired of this.

He doesn't want to do this anymore.

He looks at the axe, the wood handle biting into his smooth palms. If he dies, so be it, it's no more then he deserves. He wants to join his family, see his daughter once more, his wife.

He never should have made a deal.

"Well, since this is all done," the demons gaze goes to you and Ricky, but whatever he says next is never heard. You gasp as you see the light glint off the axe, and the demon only has time to turn his head before the hard edge is driving into his neck.

He makes a horrid gurgling noise as his body is thrown into the wall, eyes widening in shock. Yoltan grunts, and he plants his foot firmly in the demons back, wrenching the axe out of his skin with a squirt of black blood. He swings again, harder and harder, until the axe is pinging off the cinder block wall.

Ricky already has you turned, jerked against his shoulder. He can't look away, but he certainly doesn't want you seeing that! You shudder, flinching and curling tighter into his arms as you can't help but listen.

Yoltan is sort of surprised it was so easy. He let's the axe clatter to the ground, taking a few steps back as the demons body slowly slides down the wall, black goo smearing the blocks with sizzling noises. His head rolls a little bit.

Huh.

Did that really just work?

Yoltan gives it a moment, waiting for the demon to suddenly reform, for his head to reattach or for him to appear and laugh before killing his favorite reaper.

He does none of those things.

The demons body begins to turn gray, and after a moment it begins to flake, pieces of him collapsing and curling like pieces of wood in a fire. Yoltan purses his lips, nudging the bleached skull a little bit.

Well if he'd known it was that easy, he would have killed him centuries ago!

You suddenly groan, and Ricky clutches at you as you suddenly go limp in his arms. Yoltan starts for you immediately, chest pinching, only for his legs to go out from under him, causing him to fall.

Shit!

"Kree?" Ricky demands in fright, shivering slightly. It's as if someone just walked across his grave. You're shaking in his arms, your legs curling to your chest as you clutch at him.

You're not sure what's happening!

You writhe slightly, sweat gleaming on your skin, and all Ricky can do is hold onto you! He glances at Yoltan, seeing the blonde man rolling in pain.

The fuck is going on!?

"Kree!" Ricky murmurs, brushing your dark hair out of your face, seeing the brightness of your wide eyes slowly start to dim, to become normal. You finally slump in his eyes, pressing your face against his chest with a whimper.

Yoltan goes still.

Ricky glances back and forth uneasily.

"Kree?" He asks hesitantly, seeing how hard you're breathing, how you're still shaking.

"Fuck," Yoltan groans from across the floor.

You open your eyes after a moment, feeling... weak? No, but not strong, not powerful. You don't feel that tingle in your hands, that something that let's you know what you can do.

Are you... are you human again?

"Kree?" Rickys voice grows tighter as you don't answer, knowing something is wrong. The demon is dead, so what does that mean? Are their contacts void? Are you normal now? Are you dying? Ricky was hardly affected, but he's also new, you two have been in the demons service for generations!

"I'm... fine," you whisper, breathing hard as you lay there. You hesitate, your eyes roving to where Yoltan lays on the cold concrete floor, his fingers curling. "Yoltan?"

You're worried about him.

"Alive."

Good enough for you.

You bite your lip, feeling the harsh sting as you slowly force yourself to sit up, your hair falling into your eyes. You give it a second, but you feel... normal.

Your eyes brighten.

You're human again.

"Ricky!" You gasp, twisting to look at him, a soft smile starting to appear on your lips.

"What?" He looks at you in confusion, unsure of what's happening. You reach forward, cupping his pale face between your fingers.

"I'm human again," you whisper, caressing his cheeks. "I'm human."

"You are?" He stares at you, almost disbelievingly. "Really?"

"Yes." You nod your head quickly. "I mean, I can feel the difference, yknow?" You gaze at him, your entire body relaxing. "We can... we can be normal now."

"Oh, so we weren't already?" He gives you a small smile, one you heartily return.

"I love you," you say finally, and his startled eyes find yours. "I love you so much, Ricky, unlike I ever have anyone before in my entire life." You lean forward, catching his lips in the most passionate kiss he's ever experienced as your arms wind around his neck.

You're just --- giddy. You're human again, you're so happy --- your contract is over! You're not a reaper anymore, you don't have to take innocent souls, you don't have to do any of the sinful things --- it's finally over!

You can be with Ricky, you can be normal, maybe... maybe even have a family, that's even a possibility for you again!

You honestly never imagined it would be.

Yoltan grunts as he sits up, feeling as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

He gazes around, frowning at the corpse on the wall.

While the two of you are professing undying love, he's trying to figure out how to deal with the massacre above. The demon was right, the place will have to be burnt down. Yoltan will want you two long gone before that happens, alibis and such if it calls for it.

You shouldn't be in the system, but Ricky might, and Yoltan can't take that risk.

He can't believe he finally did it, put an end to his tormenter, essentially ripped up his contract. He'd always thought he would die before it was over, he had so many souls left to get...

"You two should go," he rasps, finally catching your attention as he rises laboriously to his feet. "Get out of here."

"But what about ---?"

"I'll take care of this mess," Yoltan gestures, as if it encompassed everything. "Get back somewhere safe, have some alibis just in case someone notices you. Hell, do whatever you want now." He gazes at the two of you, Ricky clasping your hand tightly. "You have your entire lives ahead of you now."

"That has a different meaning to it now, Yoltan."

"I know."

Yoltan steps forward, reaching down to cup your face with a soft smile. He gives you one chaste kiss on the lips, ignoring Rickys twitch.

"I love you, (Y/N). You're like the daughter I was never able to know," Yoltan whispers, pressing his lips firmly against your forehead. Your cheeks heat at the sentiment, knowing how much it means; in all your years of knowing him, he'd only ever mentioned his daughter once to you.

"I love you too, Yoltan. Thank you for taking care of me." You don't mean for it to sound like a goodbye, so you wind your arms around his waist, holding onto him tightly for a few moments. "I wouldn't have mad it without you."

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Your lips are on Rickys in the most heated kiss you can manage, your fingers curled tightly into the black collar of his t shirt as you drag him close. It doesn't matter to you you're about to go on stage, that literally everyone can see your empassioned lip lock.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You're not going to live forever, you have nothing to hide anymore. You can kiss him and hold his hand and, well, honestly fuck him in public if you want --- why the hell not?

Ricky obviously doesn't have any issues with it.

"Alright, alright, cut it out already," Becca, the singer of your band, whines uncomfortably. "We don't have time for this, we're about to go on."

Funny, though... you have less time now then you did before, but it feels as if you have more. You pull back with a grin, your eyes bright and, well, happy for the first time in decades. Ricky returns your warm smile, still cupping your face, leaning down to give you on more fond kiss before letting go.

He made up his mind.

Today's the day.

You don't know it, no one does --- other then Yoltan, who Ricky told. Tour is almost up, there's only two days left, and, well, there's never been a better time.

He wants a house, a lawn, plenty of room for your guitars --- he wants you to have a fairy tale wedding or fuck, a demonic one if you want, he doesn't care. Whatever pleases you, he'll give.

"I love you," you murmur, words that come easy to you now. You smile up at him, your demeanor completely different from a month ago. Everything is different for you now, all bright and shiny, and this ridiculous giddy feeling --- you don't want it to end.

Ricky just smiles at you, squeezing your hands before letting go so you could grab your guitar and go on stage. He waits until he hears the music start before he texts his band, asking that they all meet him at stage eight and it's incredibly important.

Ryan will know what's up, but Ricky trusts him not to say anything.

Ricky hastily trots up onto the stage, the ring box in his back pocket suddenly heavily, like he's carrying stone. He fidgets as he watches you play, and to his ears you sound better now then you did before --- there's more life, more passion, it's like getting your soul back has made you a completely different person.

He fidgets, and you send him an errant smile when you notice him sidestage. He returns it, if not nervously.

He hopes he doesn't fuck up.

He looks over, pleased when he sees his band starting to gather at the steps behind him, disgruntled at being interrupted. He hastily rushes toward them, an eager look on his face.

"Guys!"

"What's going on, Rick?" Chris looks annoyed. "What's the big emergency?"

The music is loud behind them, causing them to have to talk loudly. Ryan doesn't say a word, but his gut tightens worriedly.

Ricky tugs the box out of his pocket, and flips the box open, showing it to his friends.

Immediately, it's quiet, everyone shuffling around with wide eyes, turning the circle into a tight huddle.

"Is that ---?"

"No way ---?"

"You're gonna ---?"

"Dude ---!"

Ryan is the only one who remains quiet, not in the least shocked.

"When are you, I mean, how ---?" Devin flounders for words, not sure what he's supposed to say.

"Now. I mean, as soon as their set is over," Ricky is pumped, hardly able to hold still he's so excited. "I just wanted all of you to be here."

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asks seriously, always the voice of reason. "Is this really what you want?"

"More then anything." Ricky says firmly, clutching the ring in his hand. He'd already proven to you that he loved you, that he wanted to spend eternity with you, now he wants to show everyone else.

~~~~~~~

You finish your last song with a streak of your fingers, grinning as the crowd roars happily. They're pumped, just like they always are, which is what music is supposed to do. The entire band looks to have the same energy, hopping around and waving happily.

You glance over, smiling when you see Ricky is still there, waiting for you. His pass dangles around his neck, and he has this nervous look on your face you can't understand.

Is everything okay?

What's wrong?

You send him a frown, but he merely straightens with a determined look on his face before he strides purposefully forward. It's only then you notice the rest of his band shuffling forward, peering from side stage --- why do three of them have their phones out pointed your way?

Oh god, what's going on?

What's happening?

Your fingers tighten nervously on your guitar, hearing the crowd shout as they see him. You don't know how much of a rumor it is now that the two of you are a thing, considering how open you've been with your affections toward him now.

Your band even looks a little confused.

"Ricky, what are you doing?" You ask, stepping hastily away from the mic. "What's ---?"

"I love you," he says flatly, suddenly taking both your damp hands in his and squeezing. "You know that."

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, glancing out over the curious crowd, seeing their restlessness.

"Ricky ---?"

"You already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, that were supposed to be together forever." He continues, and you can't help but frown.

What the fuck is happening?

His hands tighten around yours, but you suddenly understand as he drops to one knee, your eyes widening into saucers as the crowd absolutely goes crazy.

No fucking way.

What is he ---?

"I want this to be permanent," he says, and the crowds screaming is a dull roar in your ears. You know the faces of your band are shocked, yours must be as well, and it suddenly makes sense why the rest of his is huddled in the sidelines. "I know I promised forever, and I ---."

"Ricky," your shoulders tense as you stare down at him, your voice almost a whisper. Your guitar still hangs on your hips, and you're not sure if the crowd can hear what he's saying or not.

Your mind immediately flashes back to your soldier, how at a family gathering he got down on one knee, proposed to you like a gentleman. You'd thought you'd have forever and be happy with him, and yet look what happened, and how many years ---.

Then again, maybe it was meant to be. Maybe your soldier wasn't your soul mate, maybe you had to wait eighty years to find out who was.

You know Ricky is still professing himself in front of you on one knee, but you can't hear any of it, there's again dull roaring in your ears, one that makes it impossible to focus on anything but those baby blues.

Your grip tightens around his fingers fractionally before you let him go. You reach down, cupping his face and kissing him passionately before he even gets around to ask the big question, drawing him to his feet. His hands close around your lower arms, and his kiss is actually hesitant.

"Kree, I didn't even --- the ring ---."

"I don't care about the ring," you gasp, peppering his face with kisses. "Why wouldn't I want to marry you?"

Rickys eyes light up, and he grins. "You do?"

"Of course I do!"

He grins, and his arms slip tightly around you, or as well as they can considering your guitar is trapped between your bodies. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to remember the past anymore, trying to just focus on the future.

You just want to be happy.

The crowd is absolutely screaming, and you can hear thunderous applause from everyone but you barely notice. You press your lips into his shoulder, aware of the warmth of him, how gently he holds you, how kindly.

Funny, being a reaper brought you to him, and yet you despised being one for so long.

Guess all those years paid off.

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quartermera · 4 years

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There are 4 more parts describing the request but to keep this post “short” I’ll only share the first haha! It’s not the kind of character I’m used to writing but I tried my best and I hope you will like it! Thank you for requesting @soul-stealer-reaper ! I’m sincerely sorry it took so long for me to post, I hope you will find it worth the wait <3

Ship: Trafalgar Law x f!Reader (Should be race neutral, tell me if not) Genre: smut, supernatural Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (male receiving) Word count: 2.7k words

“STOP HER!”

“STAY RIGHT THERE!”

“MAKE SPACE!”

Swiftly moving from one roof to another, you could hardly care less about the Marines running after you. The only thing their shouts would do is wake up civilians.

Not looking behind you, you kept a steady pace. Comparing you to the speed of light would almost have been a euphemism.

Every step led you further away from your assailants. And soon, they were long forgotten.

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“How long are we staying captain?” asked Shachi.

“Just two nights. The next island is where we will rest properly. We’re only stopping in order to get supplies”, declared Law.

Having berthed the submarine in a secluded area of the island, the crew was nevertheless split into smaller groups. Whilst a few members were in charge of gathering supplies and food, others were ordered to stay aboard. You couldn’t be careful enough according to Law.

Three members aside from himself were to explore the island and collect any interesting information they could stumble upon. That is why Law, after some walking, decided to enter a bar.

The captain sat down next to the counter. He was positioned near a wall as to be discreet.

After ordering a drink, he remained silent. All he could hear were some drunks playing games. Gossips were thrown out about cheating wives and equally cheating husbands. Some men were bragging about their sons becoming Marines. Others sounded quite unhappy with having a daughter. One stood out for being proud of his daughter for being a doctor. But all in all, nothing interesting and surely nothing worth the time of Law.

That was, until his drink was almost over and a small group of men walked in. Hearing the civilians cheer, Law assumed they had to be Marines. He remained silent, listening intently to what they were telling the drunks.

“What was all that ruckus about last night, eh?” asked one of them.

“We were pursuing someone. A creature that escaped from our colleagues.”

“A creature?” sought another man.

“Mhm... she’s said to be half-demon, half-vampire. We don’t really know what the limits of her powers are. All we are sure of is that she is damn fast.” The last words were accompanied by a snort.

“Did you catch the thug?”

“No... She ran off. We looked for her on the entire island today, but she wasn’t anywhere.”

“What’s she like?”

“We aren’t sure. We didn’t really see her, but her wanted poster should arrive with the journal today”, explained one of the men.

The drunks all made understanding sounds.

“Don’t let this disturb your good time though! And do not worry, you will be able to sleep undisturbed tonight!” concluded another one cheerfully.

Law was lost in his thoughts. A creature half-demon, half-vampire, that must be quite a sight. How powerful could she be? He needed to know. He could always try to get her to join his crew.

...

Not hesitating one more minute, Law emptied his drink and left the tavern. Walking back to the sub marine, his pace was fast and confident. He wanted to find her and he would.

Arriving on his ship, he ordered his crew members to keep themselves ready for departure. As soon as everyone was back, the would be gone.

Ban, a mechanic, asked his captain about his sudden change of mind.

All he got as answer was another question: “Has the journal arrived?”

“Uhm, yes, it’s in the dinner room as per usual, captain.”

“Good, I’ll need it.”

With that said, Law left to get the journal.

Back on deck, he saw that Bepo had arrived during his absence, as well as his other crew members. Ban had already explained the situation to them apparently, but his second still had a question:

“Why, captain?”

Law pulled out a wanted poster.

“Because of her.”

It was easy for the captain to read his crew’s reactions. After detailing your photograph and being intrigued by your name, the shock at your bounty and the final surprise of the “Only dead” mention, all his men looked at him with apprehension.

“She escaped from the Marines. Supposedly half-demon, half-vampire. They don’t know the limits of her powers. And I want to find her and make her part of this crew.”

No one dared opposing.

“We’re leaving. Everyone back at their post!”

His men nodded and walked inside the sub marine. Within 10 minutes, they were gone.

Law had locked himself in his room with the journal and your poster. He was mesmerized by your traits. It looked like the sides of your mouth were decorated with scars but your eyes especially caught his attention as they seemed to glow the slightest bit.

Your name was something too “Y/N a.k.a. ‘Soul Reaper’”. Law chuckled. The Marines sure liked the spectacular. Or maybe was it the journal who came up with it in the first place?

The ‘Only dead’ mention and your impressive bounty were what intrigued him the most though. He could not remember ever seeing that mention before. As for the bounty... the highest he had ever heard of was Gol D. Rogers. Yours, however, was almost twice as high. 11.129.000.000.

The Marines must really want you back if they’re ready to give out so much money. Why though? Something to hide?

Law wondered how long you had been imprisoned by the Marine. He didn’t recall ever seeing your face before.

How did you escape? What other abilities did you own?

Looking through the journal, Law couldn’t find any answers. The only declaration made by officials could be summarized as:

“She is very dangerous. Do not attempt to stop her alone. Do not come close to her. If you see her, call your local ‘good guys.’”

The captain breathed in deeply as he stretched his arms above his head. Maybe it was time for him to go sleep? They had another 2 days of travel ahead of them to get to the next island. And he could use some rest.

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Arriving at destination, Law ordered the same as on the previous island. This was enough for his crew to disperse and get busy with their own tasks.

Law spent the day walking around the island and listening to gossips in different bars. When the evening came he still hadn’t found you, nor any new information regarding you.

Considering his power and his overall observation skills, it is surprising that he didn’t notice the pair of eyes following him throughout the day. Of course, you had stayed far away, but you had expected a little more from a man of his reputation.

After dinner, Law remained in his cabin, sour about the lack of new paths. He decided that a shower would help with his mood and walked towards his bathroom. The hot water running over his body relaxed his tense muscles. The longer he stayed, the more he could feel the water slowly turning cold. It is only when it was freezing that the captain decided to walk out. Wrapping a towel around his waist and leaving his hair to air dry, Law walked back into his bedroom.

Stretching his hands over his head, he sat down at his desk. Law sighed as he picked up your wanted poster.

“Good evening, captain”, declared a smoky feminine voice from behind him.

Law was startled and, as a reflex, activated his room and pointed his nodachi in the direction of the sound.

“No need for that, captain. I’m not here to hurt you”, you replied calmly, almost unbothered.

Law was confused. He was sure of the origin of the noise but couldn’t see anyone there. Throwing short glances around the rest of his room, he didn’t notice a figure anywhere else. That is when he saw it: the slight shift on his bed.

Not moving his eyes from that spot, Law demanded: “Show yourself.”

Instead of acceding to his request, you sighed and let yourself slip off the bed, still invisible to his eyes. Quietly, you crawled over to him on all fours, playing with his nerves. Finally reaching his chair, you let your hands brush up his legs, remaining ready for any reaction. When you notice him about to strike you with his blade, you let yourself be seen which is enough to stop him mid swing.

Law seems startled but also bewildered.

The first question that comes to mind is: “What are you doing here?”

“I heard you were looking for me”, you reply smugly. “I was hidden in the submarine all this time.”

“Where? How did none of my crewmates find you?” Law was annoyed at their incompetence as well as his own.

“Depends. I moved around. You didn’t notice me either. Even when I was in your cabin last night. And the night before.”

Law gulped, knowing what you had assisted to. Nevertheless, he tried to hide it from you. Was he embarrassed of what he had done? No. Rather that he hadn’t noticed your presence.

“You are a handsome man, captain. I almost joined you both times. You seemed to enjoy it a lot.” Your hands crept higher up his legs, reaching the towel that was doing a poor job at hiding much skin.

Law tried to control his growing boner by asking more questions.

“Why do the Marines want you so badly?” He was having a harder time controlling his tone.

You offered him a slight smile. “They don’t want their dirty little secrets spilled. But let’s talk about that later, shall we?” You suggested while gripping the lightest bit harder onto Law’s firm thighs.

He let out a sigh, briefly closing his eyes and putting his nodachi away. Looking back at you, he detailed you. You were even more breathtaking in real life. Your glowing eyes, your perfect skin and hair, the shape of your breasts and ass. Only wearing a shirt and panties it seemed. Your lips, surrounded by scars, were tempting him, being too close to his crotch for Law’s own liking.

Seeing his reaction, you smiled lightly and let your hands slide further up, under the towel. You reached Law’s waist and slowly pulled the towel away, revealing his already considerable boner. Satisfied, you propped yourself higher up on your knees, your hands holding onto Law’s thighs as your mouth inched closer to his dick.

You kissed its tip, then peppered more kisses along its length and back up. Letting your hot breath hit his skin teasingly, you grabbed it with one hand, pumping slowly. Law let out a sigh and didn’t stop looking at you, pleased.

It only took you one swift movement to change that. As soon as you put his dick in your mouth, you saw his head fall back, accompanied by a loud sigh. He instantly jerked his hips up, trying to reach more of your warmth.

You pushed him back into his chair and started your mistreatment. Moving your hand and mouth in sync over the lower and upper half of his dick, Law was wrapped around your finger. Sucking and pumping faster, then slower. You sometimes stopped sucking him all together and looked at him amused. As soon as his dick was back in your mouth, his head would fall back again. You enjoyed the control you had over him.

You alternated between hollowing your cheeks and giving long licks, between going slower and faster, between sucking him and pumping.

When it seemed like Law was about to finish, you let go of his dick with a last ‘pop’ and stopped your ill treatment altogether.

He looked at you with a certain amount of anger in his eyes, aside from the very noticeable lust. He was ready to make you pay for it.

Law pulled you up to his level and sat you on his lap, his hard cock brushing against your folds and clit.

“Get those clothes off, miss”, he ordered.

You obliged and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your undergarments.

Law snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. Not losing any more time, he immediately started kissing your breasts. The one he couldn’t take care of with his mouth, he massaged with his hand. Meanwhile the other hand crept lower and slid under your panties, grabbing and massaging your butt cheeks. He pushed you against his dick, making your grind against his boner.

It felt amazing.

You let your hands tangle in his locks, holding onto his neck, scratching his upper back and shoulders.

You could feel him sucking at your chest, leaving hickeys. Then it was your nipples’ turn. He sucked, nibbled and licked them. One or two moans might have escaped you on accident, turning Law even more on. He jerked his hips against yours. He needed more of you. And you needed more of him.

After leaving another mark in your neck, Law decided to stop fooling around and simply ripped your panties off. You were too high to notice or care. All you did once the piece of clothing was discarded was push yourself harder against Law.

The captain got a firm hold of your hips and pushed you up the slightest bit. It was just enough to get some fingers between your two bodies. He first brushed and briefly massaged your clit before traveling further and slipping one then two fingers inside of you. Seeing you grind against his fingers pleased him greatly.

You made eye contact with him and didn’t let go. Even as you pushed his hand away and grabbed his dick to align it with your entrance. Even as you slowly let yourself slide around him. Even as you both let out a deep sigh at the familiar yet foreign sensation.

Your foreheads rested against one another. Neither of you could care less about the world. You were each other’s universe in that instant.

After a short pause, Law jerked his hips up and you offered him a small smile. Deciding that it was time to get on with it, you started moving. You bounced up and down Law’s dick all while he held onto you. Slowly at first, but as it felt better every second, it didn’t take long for your movements to become frantic.

Law was also having a hard time keeping a steady pace. His hands on you were useless in guiding you and his own hips pushed up in an irregular way. His fingers traveled up your back, pulling you closer as for him to kiss your breasts again. Your arms closed around his head when he started sucking on your nipples.

It felt great but you didn’t want to finish just yet. You wanted for Law to cum into you first.

Letting your head rest next to his, you ordered breathily: “Cum in me.”

Your words took Law by surprise but also aroused him. His pace became even more frantic as his nails dug into your back and his teeth into your neck. Feeling his entire body tense up, you held him close as you gave your own last hip movements, riding Law until your own climax.

Slowly coming to a stop, you let yourself rest against Law. As your breathings came back to normal, you stood up and went to the bathroom. When you came back, Law was under the covers, waiting for you.

You lied down next to him. It amused Law to see the glow of your irises disappear behind your eyelids.

Tired, the captain fell asleep quickly.

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As the sun warmed up the room, Law slowly woke up. He immediately noticed that his bed was much emptier than the evening before.

On his bedside table lied a note.

“Let’s talk next time, shall we?”

Aside from that, you were gone.

Pfiooo! I hope you guys liked it, please let me know what to improve on! Any comments, reblogs or likes are very welcome, don’t forget we feed off the feedback and love as writers XD

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~Nille

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