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Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hi, I'm so sorry I didn't see this sooner 😔

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Ramadan is coming up and I can’t stress enough how much Palestinians have never got the chance to experience one normal Ramadan for 75years

You may not have been subjected to this, but as a person from an Arabic country, every Ramadan from every year there’s always headlines of Israeli iof soldiers or Israeli extremist settlers attacking Palestinians during Ramadan, especially Palestinian worshipers trying to pray in the al aqsa mosque

It’s happens almost every single year

Ramadan is suppoused to be Muslim people’s month of worship, of Baraka and it is very important to Muslim people

But Palestinians never ever experienced a normal Ramadan because Israel attacks them Viciously

Almost

Every

Single

Fucking

Year

And I will dare and say that Israel does it on purpose, it does it every Ramadan on purpose

And now, this year, with Ramadan being only a few weeks away, I doubt that they’ll have a normal Ramadan, not in the West Bank, and not in Gaza

All what I have to say here is that Israel will still follow this trend, something bad is gonna happen this Ramadan, keep an eye on Palestine during Ramadan

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In mine and many other east Asian cultures, the dragon traditionally symbolises things like power, wealth and strength (imperial symbol and all)

I think we often forget that in the story of the Great Race, the dragon came in fifth because it'd stopped to give people rain. Then it'd stopped again to push a rabbit adrift on a log across the wide river so it reached the shore safely (that's why the Rabbit year comes before the Dragon).

Dragons aren't meant to just be powerful - they are meant to do good with such power, and to help those in need.

So in this lunar new year, I hope you gain more power, so that you might be able to help others. I pray you have abundant resources so you may give to yourself and those around you. I wish you courage, endurance, kindness and generosity, for yourself and your people.

I hope you, and I, will be rain givers, life preservers, joy bringers.

I hope we will be dragons.

Extremely belated postscript that should have been here far earlier:

Free Palestine, Free Sudan, Free Congo 🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩

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Hey Lale! 👋🏼 how are you? If you don’t mind… may I request how would platonic whitebeard pirates deal with younger sibling (or child in whitebeard’s case) who’s stressed over their upcoming exams? I didn’t choose specific characters because I want you to write who you want. That’s if you write for platonic if not that’s okay, thank you 💕- Ruki

hi Ruki, angel! your request was very sweet, thank you! i do write platonic stuff, i think i just never mentioned it anywhere before because it barely gets requested? anyway, here you go, i hope you enjoy those! i always love writing for the WBP, they are so fun.

platonic: WBP supporting their younger crew mate who is stressed out over exams

Ace

oh boy, he's probably that close to having a breakdown himself

when he agreed to studying together, he was expecting that it was just code for 'playing pranks on the others' or 'hanging out together and eating all the snacks' and not actually studying

"it can't be a coincidence that you can't spell 'studying' without 'dying', right??"

still, he would try to be supportive and cheer for you

"you're the holder of the brain cell, y/n! if anyone can do those exams with ease, it's you!"

he would consult The Elders™ (Marco, Izou & Thatch who, again, did NOT agree to that name) to plan a little surprise party for you once exams are over

on the day of the exams he would leave some cute motivational sticky notes on your belongings and give you a long hug before, telling you that you got this

not him though, he'll just skip the exam and go burn some shit in the schoolyard

Marco

the doctor would notice immediately that you're stressed out because you came to the infirmary more often, asking for painkillers for your headaches or some blue fire healing because your hands were cramping too much from all the notes you were scribbling down

he would pat on the big armchair next to him, inviting you to sit down with him a moment

"i know you're studying hard, but remember to take some breaks too, okay? get some fresh air, clear your head. you got this, we all believe in you. and you know what? failing is an option, too. you can just try again next time. don't put all that pressure on your little shoulders."

would offer you a chest to cry on, protected from the outside under his wings, holding you until you calm down and got all the stress out of your system

Marco would offer you to join him in the infirmary anytime you wanted some quiet company or help with your notes, he's good at explaining stuff and will gladly listen to you anytime

Izou

Izou's agenda for you is "aggressive me time"

he would literally drag you away from your desk, not accepting any objections (he is scary, his glance alone can kill a man, good luck if you're trying though)

"shh. let me pamper you, just for one or two hours."

he would draw you a bath that smells heavenly, would offer to wash your hair for you including a head massage for some stress relief, allowing you to try out all of his beauty products (a privilege, no one who dared to touch them made it out alive)

Izou will wrap you in the biggest towels and you'll do some sheet masks together while sipping some freshly pressed juice

"you know, studying hard is one thing, but you also need to look after yourself. allow yourself some joy, too. sometimes the most basic tasks can help. you're feeling a lot better after a bath, right?"

i can see him reading something for you at night to help you fall asleep without thinking about your studies, spraying some lavender essence on your pillow for an even more relaxing effect

Thatch

he's the one who would knock five times a day at your cabin door, bringing you a freshly cooked meal or a plate full of cut fruit (not the particular one he should have eaten though)

Thatch knew that you would forget eating when you're busy with studying, so it's his personal mission to make sure you stay healthy and nurtured

during exam season he would cook all your favorite meals and pack you a big bento when you're off to write your exams

would definitely draw little smiley faces on your omelets and leave a cute note in your lunch bag, pack you some water and tea, too because staying hydrated is important!

whenever you need to leave your desk to clear your thoughts, he would always have a spot reserved for you in his kitchen, offering you to sit on the kitchen counter and watch him cook or letting you help with simple tasks like cutting vegetables, if you need to distract your hands a bit

"you know you can always join my division and help in the kitchen, right, kiddo? you won't need an exam for that.", he would hint with a wink; his way of saying that there's always other options too and exams aren't everything but he's still cheering for you

would give you a mama bear hug on the day of your exams, slipping you some candy in your pockets for the nerves before sending you off

Whitebeard

it's been a while since Pops experienced the stress of exam season but he knew how much pressure you put on yourself

Whitebeard would find the right balance between giving you space and checking in on you, making sure you don't feel isolated with your mind scattered all over the place

he would sit with you, helping you with your notes, quizzing you to make sure you knew your stuff (of course you did) and help you come up with a study plan

whenever he found you asleep over your books at your desk, he would either throw a blanket over your shoulders or carry you to your bed so you don't wake up with back pain the next morning (basically the equivalent to parents carrying you from the car to your bed when you were younger)

Pops would always find the right supportive words to take the sorrow and stress off your shoulders, leaving no doubt that you're loved no matter the outcome of your exams

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letting those of you who aren't yet aware that there'll be a general big strike throughout the 21st to the 28th for Falasteen. this infographic should tell you the basics while the ig post by Bisan goes into detail. stock up well, extract physical money from your accs, let's do our best

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you can click on this button once daily to help palestine and support other causes in the middle east for free. it takes literally 5 seconds and could help save lives so please take the time to click and share this link.

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⌕ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ

⤿ ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɪᴛ

The warlord meeting in Mariejois was always an affair steeped in formality and politicking. As the Seven Warlords of the Sea gathered, Mihawk couldn’t resist a subtle comment aimed in your direction. “You know, for someone who claims to be formidable, your strategies are rather predictable,” Mihawk remarked, his tone carrying that signature nonchalance.

Instead of taking offense, you rose from your seat, a confident smirk playing on your lips. “Predictability is a luxury, Mihawk. I prefer the reliability of a well-executed plan over unnecessary surprises.” The room fell silent, and the warlords exchanged glances, sensing an undercurrent of tension building between the two powerful figures. Mihawk, usually unflappable, met your gaze with an intensity that spoke of unspoken challenges. “I’d think twice before underestimating my capabilities,” Mihawk responded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You leaned in, the proximity between you almost electric. “And I’d suggest you refrain from underestimating the power of adaptability.”

The warlords and dignitaries observed, the air thickening with a tension that surpassed the usual political banter. The unspoken clash between you and Mihawk resonated, revealing layers of a relationship that went beyond the facade of rivals. In the charged silence that followed, Mihawk’s gaze softened imperceptibly. “Bold words, but actions speak louder.” Your response was a confident smile, laced with a hint of something more. “Actions, Mihawk, are only as bold as the challenges they meet.”

The room held its breath, caught in a dance of words that hinted at a connection transcending the boundaries of rivalry. The romantic tension, unspoken but palpable, lingered in the air, turning the warlord meeting into an unexpected stage for a nuanced exchange between adversaries on the brink of acknowledging a different kind of understanding.

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The Warlord meeting had concluded, and the atmosphere in the corridor was thick with the remnants of tension. You found yourself standing alone, contemplating the events that had just transpired. Mihawk, the renowned swordsman, had made a particularly cutting remark directed at you during the meeting. As you leaned against the stone wall, you felt a subtle shift in the air. Mihawk emerged from the shadows, his footsteps silent, yet his presence unmistakably commanding. His lone eye bore into yours, a calculated intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You should be grateful, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I am a gentleman who keeps desires at bay." A coy smile played on your lips as you met his gaze. "Desires are what make life interesting, Mihawk. Why not let them take over for once?"

The words lingered between you, creating a charged atmosphere. Mihawk, known for his stoicism, seemed momentarily caught off guard. In the next instant, the corridor was plunged into a profound stillness as he closed the distance between you. With a swift movement, he pressed you against the cool stone wall. The proximity was electrifying, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. His lips met yours in a kiss that was a symphony of restrained passion breaking free. It was a dance of tongues and shared breaths, revealing a side of Mihawk that transcended his usual composure.

The world outside this clandestine embrace ceased to exist. For a moment, you were suspended in time, caught in the magnetic pull of desire. When he finally pulled away, Mihawk's usually composed demeanor bore a subtle disarray. Dark eyes, usually guarded, lingered on yours with an unspoken understanding. "Perhaps, indulging in desires isn't such a bad idea," he admitted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

You chuckled softly, the tension now replaced with a newfound connection. "Sometimes, Mihawk, letting go is the greatest victory." As you stood there, the corridor became a witness to an unspoken agreement, a silent pact forged in the shadows. Two formidable figures had ventured into uncharted territories, embracing the intoxicating dance of desire and connection.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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It’s feels so insignificant to have this struggle but I’m getting my period soon and there’s no place to buy cotton/pads or the specific painkillers I get and it’s so so cold my pre cramps are already killing me. It makes me feel so helpless. [@/ Dicktator117 on X. 12/28/23.]

“Periods Don't Stop for Conflict” I remember this headline addressing women's health in Ukraine. Not a peep out of those same agencies about Sudanese & Palestinian women struggling in war/conflict zones.

#KeepEyesOnSudan [@/ RightUpMyAlley on X.]

I created a link for a gofundme happening right now to ensure Period Care reaches folks who need it in Sudan, and I will re-post this here for folks who can share and/or support:

This link here will lead you to this post of where you can support/send funds so that period care reaches those who need it in [Palestine] and other areas as well.

One Million Sustainable Pads Campaign [Sudan]

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If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer

Palestinian poet, writer, literature professor, and activist Dr. Refaat Alareer was killed on December 7th, 2023, in a targeted Israeli airstrike that also killed his brother, his sister, and four of her children.

Dr. Alareer was a beloved professor of literature and creative writing at the Islamic University of Gaza, where he taught since 2007.

This poem has been pinned to his twitter profile since November 1st, 2023.

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency Era! Law x Reader

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

As you walk out of your bedroom, your steps barely making a sound on the marble floors, you find yourself acutely aware of the conversations unfolding within the grand estate. The walls seem to carry the voices with clarity, amplifying the sounds around you. It’s inescapable, especially the loud arguments between your parents, or rather, your father and your stepmother.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you strain to hear the raised voices echoing through the corridors. The intensity of your father’s anger is unmistakable, his words laced with frustration and resentment. You can’t help but wonder what has sparked their latest disagreement, knowing all too well the strained dynamics of your blended family.

Your own mother, the woman who brought you into this world, tragically passed away during your birth. In her absence, your father sought solace and companionship in the form of your stepmother. However, over time, her true nature emerged, revealing a self-centered and selfish disposition that often places her own desires above the well-being of the family. As the argument escalates, your father’s voice booms with unrestrained fury. It echoes through the grand halls, a sharp contrast to the luxurious surroundings. You can’t help but feel a pang of empathy for him, knowing that his outbursts may be a response to your stepmother’s actions, ones that may have warranted his intense reaction.

“I took you into this household, hoping for a harmonious family!” your father continues, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and resignation. “But all I see is your disregard for the well-being of our family. It’s as if you exist solely to fulfill your own desires!” The words hang in the air, their impact palpable. The argument underscores the depth of your father’s frustration, his longing for a family unit that thrives on unity and mutual support. The strain of the blended household has taken its toll, leaving him exasperated and yearning for resolution. As you make your way towards the main hallway, the voices of your father and stepmother grow louder and more volatile. The tension in the air is palpable, hanging like a thick cloud of discord.

Your stepmother, in a venomous tone, fires back at your father, defending herself and dismissing his feelings. Her words sting, escalating the already tense atmosphere. The exchange reaches its boiling point when your father, pushed to his limit, retorts with a cutting statement. “If that’s the case, I suppose that I’ll be cutting your other children’s allowance until the end of spring!” he declares, his voice laced with a mix of anger and finality.

A faint gasp escapes your lips as you witness the fury and despair in your stepmother’s eyes. The weight of your father’s words hits her hard, and in a sudden surge of rage, she unleashes her frustration upon the surroundings. With a violent shove, she pushes fragile displays off their pedestals, causing them to crash to the ground, their fragments scattered across the floor.

A primal scream escapes her lips, a raw manifestation of her pent-up emotions and frustrations. It reverberates through the grand hallway, echoing the shattered state of your family dynamic. In that moment, the facade of elegance and composure crumbles, revealing the depths of the turmoil within. As your stepmother’s enraged gaze falls upon you, a wave of apprehension washes over you. Instinctively, you turn away, seeking to evade her piercing stare. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and a desperate longing for escape.

Spotting a nearby maid, you approach her, your voice filled with a sense of urgency. “Excuse me,” you say softly, trying to keep your request concealed from prying ears. “Could you please take me to the stables? I… I need to go for a ride.” The maid, sensing the distress in your voice, nods understandingly. With a gentle smile, she responds, “Of course, Lady Y/n. I’ll accompany you to the stables. A ride might do you good.” A sense of relief washes over you as you realize this is your chance to break free from the suffocating atmosphere of the estate, if only for a little while. The prospect of being alone, surrounded by the comforting presence of the horses and the freedom of the open fields, offers solace in the midst of turmoil.

As you follow the maid through the corridors, a glimmer of anticipation flickers within you. The rhythmic sound of hooves and the wind in your hair promise a temporary respite from the weight of your family’s conflicts. The quiet companionship of the horse, the vastness of nature, and the opportunity to clear your mind provide a brief escape from the tensions that plague your home.

As you step into the stables, you can’t help but notice the recent renovations that have transformed the space. The wooden beams gleam with a fresh polish, and the stalls exude an air of newfound elegance. The renovation has breathed new life into this corner of the estate, making it even more inviting.

Your eyes are drawn to the row of majestic horses, their sleek coats glistening under the soft glow of the stable’s lanterns. Among them, you spot unfamiliar faces, horses that have joined the stable since your last visit. Their presence adds an air of excitement and curiosity, as you wonder about their temperaments and stories. A group of horse grooms and stablehands busy themselves with the daily tasks of feeding and grooming the horses. Their skilled hands move with practiced precision, showing the care and devotion they have for their charges. As they catch sight of you, they turn in unison, their faces brightening with recognition and respect.

One by one, the horse grooms and stablehands pause in their tasks, bowing respectfully as a gesture of acknowledgment. Their greetings carry a warmth that touches your heart, their actions speaking volumes about the bond between horse and human. It’s a reminder of the interconnectedness between the equine world and the people who care for them. Returning their gestures with a nod and a grateful smile, you feel a sense of belonging within this tranquil sanctuary. In the presence of these magnificent creatures and the dedicated individuals who tend to them, you find solace and a temporary reprieve from the conflicts that have plagued your home.

With a renewed sense of purpose and the support of those around you, you eagerly anticipate the ride ahead. As you prepare your horse and mount its back, the gentle nickers and the rhythmic sounds of the stable create a symphony that resonates within your soul. With each stride, you embark on a journey that will not only take you beyond the boundaries of the estate but also grant you a respite from the turmoil of family discord. The wind whisks through your hair, carrying away the worries and burdens, leaving behind a sense of freedom and a renewed spirit.

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As you ride through the countryside on your trusted horse, a surge of excitement courses through your veins. The feeling of being out on your own, with the wind in your hair and the scenery unfolding before you, fills you with a sense of pure exhilaration. The countryside takes on a new perspective from the back of a horse, offering a more intimate and immersive experience compared to the confines of a carriage.

As your horse carries you swiftly across the rolling hills and verdant fields, you soak in the beauty of nature surrounding you. The vibrant colors of the blooming flowers, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the chorus of birdsong serenade your senses. It’s a moment of pure freedom, where the worries and pressures of the estate are left behind, and you can truly immerse yourself in the present moment.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, you decide to kick your horse into a faster pace. The steady rhythm of hooves becomes a symphony, blending with the pounding of your own heart. The speed increases, and the world around you becomes a blur as you embrace the thrill of the ride. The wind rushes past, whipping through your hair and invigorating your spirit.

A wide grin stretches across your face as you revel in the excitement of the moment. Laughter spills from your lips, merging with the sounds of nature, creating a harmonious chorus of joy. This exhilarating ride becomes a symbol of your newfound independence, a testament to your spirit and determination to seize life’s adventures. In this moment, you feel truly alive and liberated. The worries and conflicts of your family fade into the background as you embrace the sheer joy of the present. The countryside becomes your playground, and the horse beneath you your faithful companion. With each passing moment, you cherish the freedom, vowing to hold onto this sense of independence and to explore every opportunity for excitement and discovery that lies ahead.

As your horse carries you further into the countryside, you relish in the thrill of the ride. The world becomes a canvas of endless possibilities, and you are the artist, painting your own vibrant path.

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With a surge of urgency, the Duke’s instincts kick into high gear as he spots Lady Y/n charging towards the creek. Without hesitation, he turns his horse around, pushing them to their limits as he races to intercept her path. The pounding hooves of his steed resonate with his heartbeat, matching the intensity of his concern.

As the distance closes between them, the Duke catches a glimpse of Lady Y/n’s determined expression. He raises his voice, shouting with all his might, desperately trying to reach her ears. “Lady Y/n! Stop! There’s a creek ahead!” he calls out, the urgency and worry evident in his tone. Despite his warnings, Lady Y/n seems undeterred, ignoring the Duke’s pleas as she continues riding towards the creek. His heart skips a beat as the moment of reckoning draws near, fearing the consequences that may await her on the other side.

As they reach the creek, the Duke holds his breath, bracing himself for an unfortunate outcome. However, to his astonishment, Lady Y/n’s horse springs into action, effortlessly leaping over the creek with grace and agility. Time seems to stand still as the horse lands safely on the other side, a testament to its skill and Lady Y/n’s control. A mixture of relief and awe washes over the Duke, his eyes widening in amazement. He realizes that his initial assumption about Lady Y/n’s horse was incorrect. The animal possesses a talent and confidence that surpasses his expectations, leaping over the creek with ease.

With a newfound admiration, the Duke pulls his horse to a halt, watching as Lady Y/n continues her ride on the other side of the creek. Although he had intended to offer a warning and protect her from harm, he now finds himself marveling at her courage and skill. In that moment, a sense of intrigue takes hold of the Duke’s thoughts. He recognizes the spirit and determination that Lady Y/n possesses, seeing in her a kindred soul who is unafraid to take risks and challenge conventions. The unexpected encounter has left an indelible impression on him, piquing his curiosity and deepening his desire to know more about this extraordinary woman.

As Lady Y/n rides on, the Duke lingers for a brief moment, contemplating the significance of their encounter. The creek, once seen as an obstacle to be avoided, has become a catalyst for admiration and connection. The unexpected twist of fate has sparked a newfound intrigue within him, igniting a flame that will drive him to seek out further interactions with Lady Y/n, eager to unravel the depths of her fascinating spirit.

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As you slow her horse to a gentler pace, you turn her head to catch a glimpse of the Duke, hoping to offer a word of gratitude for his warning. However, to your dismay, he is nowhere to be seen. He had vanished as quickly as he appeared, leaving behind a sense of mystery and an unfinished connection. Sighing softly,  you resume your jjjjjjide, her thoughts lingering on the encounter with the Duke. You wonder about the significance of the unexpected meeting, the way you and the Duke’s paths crossed in a moment of shared concern and fleeting connection. It leaves you with a sense of curiosity and a desire to know more about the enigmatic nobleman who tried to warn her of the approaching creek.

Lost in her thoughts, you gazed up at the sky, noticing the soft hues of the early morning light. The realization dawns upon you that you  has been riding for much longer than she initially anticipated. The night has passed, and a new day has emerged with the rising sun. As the golden rays of dawn wash over the countryside, you feel a  sense of tranquility settle within you. The peacefulness of the moment, combined with the exhilaration of your ride and the lingering thoughts of the Duke, creates a unique blend of emotions.

As you come to the realization that you have been riding for far longer than anticipated, a sense of urgency sweeps over you. The thoughts of potential consequences and the looming wrath of your parents weigh heavily on your mind. With a determined resolve, you swiftly turn your horse around, retracing the path you had taken, eager to return home before your absence is discovered. Galvanizing your steed into a brisk trot, you push forward, urging the horse to move with haste. The landscape races by in a blur as you navigate the familiar terrain, your focus solely on reaching the safety of home before the sun fully rises and reveals your nocturnal adventure.

As you approach the stables, relief washes over you. You dismount your horse swiftly and hand the reins to the head horse groom, offering a quick word of gratitude for their care. The experienced groom nods in understanding, accepting the responsibility with a reassuring air of professionalism. With a quickened pace, you make your way back towards the main estate, your footsteps barely making a sound against the grand marble floors. As you enter the corridors, you are greeted by the sight of the maid who had taken you to the stables the night before. Her anxious expression is evident, and she beckons you urgently, whispering that you must hurry to your room before your parents awaken.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, you follow the maid’s lead, quietly and swiftly making your way through the halls. The tension in the air is palpable as you navigate the intricate maze of your home, the anticipation of potential repercussions amplifying your every step. Finally, you arrive at your room, closing the door softly behind you. In the sanctuary of your personal space, you take a moment to catch your breath, the weight of the night’s adventure settling upon you. Gratitude fills your heart for the maid’s vigilance and guidance, knowing that her presence and discretion have potentially saved you from the wrath of your parents.

As you settle into the safety of your room, you reflect on the risks you took, realizing the importance of being more cautious in the future. The sense of independence and freedom you had sought during your ride is now tempered by the understanding that your actions carry consequences. As you try to calm your racing heart and gather your composure, Emily enters the room, causing you to jump in surprise once again. Offering a quick apology, she greets you and asks if you’re ready for your morning bath. The tiredness in your voice is evident as you affirm that you are indeed ready for it, despite the weariness from your late-night adventure.

As the water soothes your weary body, Emily moves with practiced efficiency, attending to the task at hand. She carefully pours scented oils into the bath, releasing a fragrant aroma that fills the room. The tension in your muscles begins to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of tranquility. As you settle into the blissful warmth of the water, you feel a renewed sense of energy and find solace in sharing your experiences with Emily. Speaking in hushed tones, you lean in closer to her, entrusting her with the details of your horse riding adventure and the unexpected encounter with the Duke.Emily’s eyes widen with excitement, her face animated with intrigue as she listens attentively to your tale. “Oh, my lady, that sounds positively thrilling!” she exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper, but still filled with enthusiasm. You shoot her a quick glance, a finger pressed to your lips, silently reminding her of the need for discretion. “Lower your voice, Emily,” you whisper back, a hint of amusement in your tone. “We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing.”

Emily blushes, her excitement momentarily curtailed. “Apologies, my lady,” she murmurs, lowering her voice to a whisper. “But it truly sounds like something out of a romantic tale.”

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It does have a touch of romance, doesn’t it? But let’s keep it between us for now. I’m not sure what will come of it,” you admit, the uncertainty coloring your words.

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As you step into the grand dining hall, the doors held open by the doormen, a wave of surprise washes over you as you realize it’s not your siblings waiting at the table, but your stepmother, occupying the seat at the head. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to expect, before gathering your composure and offering a polite greeting. “Good morning,” you say, your tone respectful despite the unexpected change in the morning routine.

Your stepmother’s icy gaze meets yours briefly, her expression devoid of warmth or acknowledgment. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she gestures for you to take a seat at the table, leaving no room for pleasantries or further interaction. Feeling a mix of disappointment and trepidation, you comply with her instructions, settling into your chair as the servants begin to serve breakfast. The room is filled with a hushed tension, the air thick with unspoken words and unmet expectations.

Your stepmother, her voice laced with thinly veiled condescension, begins to speak. “Y/n,” she addresses you, her tone cutting, “there is an important gala approaching, and it will serve as your social debut.” Her words hang in the air, the weight of her expectations palpable. With a forced smile, you respond evenly, “I understand, stepmother. I will do my utmost to prepare and present myself in the best possible manner.” Inside, you grit your teeth, determined to rise above her insults and the pressure she places upon you.

But your stepmother continues, her tone growing even more derogatory. “It is imperative that you look your very best, Y/n,” she sneers, her words dripping with disdain. “We wouldn’t want you to tarnish the family’s reputation, especially mine.” Her words strike a nerve, and you find yourself struggling to keep your composure. The hurt and frustration welling up within you threaten to spill over, but you muster all the strength you can summon, reminding yourself of your own worth and resilience.

Taking a deep breath, you respond with measured poise, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of defiance. “Thank you for your guidance, stepmother,” you say, your words carefully chosen. “I will ensure that I uphold the family’s name to the best of my abilities.”

Deep down, you long for acceptance and understanding from your family, a genuine connection that seems perpetually out of reach. Yet, in this moment, you realize that your path to self-discovery and fulfillment lies beyond their expectations and judgments.

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As the Viscount sits in his study, surrounded by an air of authority, the room exudes an aura of utmost refinement. The walls are adorned with intricately carved bookshelves, housing volumes of ancient wisdom and tales of noble lineage. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow upon the mahogany furniture and polished floors. In the midst of this distinguished setting, the Viscount diligently attends to his business paperwork. The stack of documents before him serves as a testament to his wealth and influence, each page requiring his careful attention and authoritative stamp. He sits tall and composed, his countenance reflecting the weight of his responsibilities. Suddenly, the door to the study creeks open, pulling his attention away momentarily. The butler approaches with an air of deference, his voice calm and measured as he delivers the news. “Sir, preparations for the gala are well underway,” he informs the Viscount, a touch of pride evident in his tone.

The Viscount offers a nonchalant hum in response, his focus still partially on the documents before him. His eyes glance up briefly, acknowledging the butler’s words, before returning to his work. The weight of responsibility hangs heavy in the room, and the Viscount’s mind remains occupied with the myriad of tasks at hand. However, a flicker of interest sparks within him as he poses a question to the butler. “And what about the personal invitation for the Duke?” he asks, his voice laced with a touch of anticipation. The butler’s face brightens with a hint of satisfaction as he replies, “Rest assured, sir, the invitation was delivered to the Duke as per your instructions. We can expect his presence at the gala.”

A sense of quiet satisfaction settles within the Viscount, his features relaxing slightly as he contemplates the presence of the Duke at the forthcoming event. It is evident that the Duke’s attendance holds significance, both for the prestige it brings and for the potential opportunities it may unlock. With a nod of approval, the Viscount returns his attention to the paperwork before him, his mind abuzz with thoughts of the gala and the numerous details that require his attention. The weight of his responsibilities is tangible, but the prospect of the upcoming event provides a respite, a chance for him to navigate the intricate web of social connections and further his own ambitions.

In the depths of his study, amidst stacks of papers and the lingering scent of ink, the Viscount sets aside the thought of the gala for a moment, allowing a hint of anticipation to settle within him. It is an opportunity to solidify his standing, to make strategic moves in the realm of high society, and to leave a lasting impression on those who matter most. With renewed focus, he immerses himself in the paperwork once again, driven by the knowledge that the success of the gala and the impressions made will not only reflect upon himself, but upon his family and their esteemed name.

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Regency Era! Law x Reader

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

A/N: this is chapter one of the law x reader fic. more chapters will come out in the future! important note that paragraphs that are italic and in third person is narration.

In the heart of London's upscale neighborhood, an estate of remarkable stature commanded attention. This magnificent home, a testament to great wealth and refined taste, stood as a beacon of opulence and grandeur. The exterior showcased high-end architecture, its facade adorned with intricate carvings and decorative elements that spoke to the exquisite craftsmanship of the time.

Stepping through the imposing entrance, one would find themselves immersed in a world of luxury and sophistication. Expensive furniture, meticulously crafted and upholstered in sumptuous fabrics, graced every room. Plush velvet sofas and ornate chaise lounges invited guests to relax in regal comfort, while gilded mirrors and marble-topped tables added an air of elegance to the surroundings.

Amidst the resplendent interior, a large painting adorned one of the walls, becoming a focal point of the estate. The painting depicted a prestigious family, their esteemed lineage evident in their refined fashion and exquisite jewelry. Most of the family members, portrayed with stoic expressions, showcased the composure expected of their social standing.

Yet, amidst this tableau of solemn faces, one figure stood out—-a young lady named Y/n. With her radiant smile and lively countenance, she brought an unexpected burst of joy and vibrancy to the portrait. Her presence in the painting captivated all who gazed upon it, drawing their attention with her captivating charm.

Y/n's image exuded a magnetic energy. Her vibrant dress, adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery, mirrored the effervescence that emanated from her every feature. It was as if her smile had the power to breathe life into the static canvas, leaving an indelible impression on all who beheld her likeness.

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Momentarily the front door swings open. you step into the grand entrance hall, accompanied by your family, returning from a long and tiring trip in Germany. The housemaids, lined up to greet your arrival, stand there, eager to offer their salutations. Your family members, weary and preoccupied, pass by the maids with indifference, their focus on reaching the comforts of home. But you pause and break away from the crowd.

A warm smile graces your face as you approach the housemaids. You understand their tireless efforts and the integral role they play in the functioning of the estate. Despite your high status, you have developed a genuine bond with the maids and staff, treating them with the respect and kindness they deserve. you silently greet the housemaids, your smile a reflection of the camaraderie you share. Your actions speak volumes, conveying your appreciation and gratitude for their hard work. You recognize that no matter their station, every member of the household contributes to its smooth operation. Through such actions, you instill a sense of belonging, making the maids and the rest of the staff feel seen and valued.

“Welcome back Viscountess” a few maids spoke to your mother, their voices brimming with warmth and respect. she completely ignores their well-intentioned greetings. Instead, she launches into a tirade about the bone-chilling coldness she experienced in Germany, directing her complaints toward your father, the Viscount. Her voice carries a tone of dissatisfaction, echoing through the grand entrance hall. “Darling,” she begins, her breath visible in the slightly chilly air, “I can’t believe how frigid it was in Germany. The weather was unbearable, and I simply couldn’t enjoy a single moment!”

Your father, already grumpy from the long journey and his own frustrations, offers a dismissive wave of his hand, clearly uninterested in her grievances. “Oh, stop your complaining,” he retorts, his tone laced with irritation. “We’ve returned now, haven’t we? No need to dwell on it.” Summoning the butler with an impatient snap of his fingers, your father abruptly changes the subject, demanding that the meeting for the town’s gentlemen club be arranged. His voice carries a brusque authority as he addresses the butler. “Smithson, I need you to arrange a meeting for the gentlemen's club. The sooner, the better.” Smithson, the butler, trained to fulfill your father’s every command, quickly approaches, his expression neutral and professional. He acknowledges the order with a deferential nod. “Of course, my Lord. I shall make the necessary arrangements promptly.”

Your younger sister and brother were escorted by their nannies to their rooms, their playful voices echoing through the hallways. However, your governess awaited you by the stairs, a figure you disliked immensely. She was strict and overbearing, making you feel suffocated in her presence. As you approached the stairs, she held out her hand, expecting you to take it and be guided up the staircase as usual.

Summoning your courage, you address the governess with a polite tone. “May I go up the stairs on my own this time?” The governess gazes at you with an unyielding expression, her stern demeanor unaltered. “Absolutely not, Y/n,” she responds firmly, her voice carrying a tone of authority. “As a young lady of your age and high status, it is imperative that you adhere to the rules and traditions that govern your position. You are not to go up or down the stairs without a servant or trusted adult present.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of her words pressing upon you. “But I am capable of managing the stairs on my own!” you assert, your voice laced with determination. “I desire a sense of independence and responsibility.” The governess’s gaze intensifies as she counters your plea. “Independence will come in due time, Y/n.” she insists, her tone unwavering. “For now, it is my duty to ensure your safety and proper conduct. The rules have been set for a reason, and it is my role to enforce them.” Resigned to the reality of the situation, you reluctantly extend your hand toward the governess, a subtle gesture of submission. “Very well,” you concede, your voice tinged with disappointment. “Lead the way.”

As your fingers lay atop with the governess’s, you continue up the stairs together, a blend of frustration and determination swirling within you. While the governess’s presence remains an unwelcome reminder of your restricted autonomy, you quietly resolve to find small ways to assert your individuality and independence within the confines of the estate.

As you finally make it to your room, a surge of frustration and determination courses through you. Standing in the doorway, you block your governess from entering, asserting yourself with a resolute tone. “I require privacy,” you declare, slamming the door shut in her surprised face. To your astonishment, the governess, taken aback by your display of defiance, obeys and leaves you alone.

Sighing with relief, you take a moment to collect yourself. Walking further into your room, you intend to find solace and a moment of peace. However, your tranquility is short-lived as you suddenly hear a rustling sound, causing you to jump back in alarm. To your surprise, a maid emerges from your bathroom, holding a towel and an empty bucket. The maid’s presence startles you momentarily, but she quickly apologizes for the scare.

Taking in the maid’s appearance, you notice that she is fairly young, perhaps around your own age. Despite your initial shock, the maid exudes a sense of politeness and shyness. Curiosity piqued, you addressed her. “Are you my new maid?” you ask, your voice filled with genuine interest. The maid nods shyly in response. “Yes, Miss. I have been assigned as your new maid,” she confirms, her voice soft and respectful. She pauses for a moment before adding, “I apologize for any inconvenience or startle I may have caused you.” You offer her a comforting smile, instantly appreciating the maid’s polite demeanor. “No need to apologize. I understand it’s part of your duties,” you reassure her, wanting to alleviate any discomfort she may be feeling. “What’s your name?”

The maid’s eyes meet yours briefly, her shyness apparent. “My name is Emily, Miss,” she answers, her voice barely above a whisper. Your curiosity deepens, and you feel a connection forming between you. “Well, Emily, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say warmly. “I look forward to working with you and getting to know you better.” Emily’s shy smile brightens her features as she responds, “Thank you, Miss. I too look forward to serving you.”

As your mother sits in her chamber, discontentment permeates the air, her maids carefully changing her into a fresh set of clothes. Grievances escape her lips under her breath, a reflection of the frustrations that weigh upon her. Seeking control and release, she casts a scrutinizing gaze towards her head maid, her voice laced with authority as she issues her command. “Ready a carriage for me tonight,” she demands, her determination evident. Her intentions remain veiled, but her head maid, well aware of her secret desires, nods in understanding. Unbeknownst to your father and the rest of the family, your mother has been entangled in a scandalous affair since the previous autumn. The object of her affections is a married man, adding an element of forbidden allure to her illicit connection. Complicating matters further, he happens to be one of the main founders of your father’s gentlemen club.

This clandestine liaison both thrills and torments your mother. The intoxicating pull of forbidden love clashes with the guilt and uncertainty that come with such entanglements. Yet, she finds herself unable to resist the magnetic allure, drawn deeper into the affair, risking the stability of her own marriage and the tranquility of the household.

As the maids finish their tasks, they exchange knowing glances, their loyalty split between their duty to your mother and the secrecy they guard. Silently, they continue their duties, maintaining a facade of loyalty and discretion.

As someone abruptly opens the door without knocking, anger flares within your mother. She inhales sharply, ready to unleash her frustration in a torrent of words, but her fury swiftly subsides when she sees that it’s your father standing there. The sight of him, though unexpected, immediately stifles any outburst she had prepared, and she quickly composes herself.

Realizing the presence of her maids, who discreetly avert their gazes, she turns to them with a controlled tone and instructs, “Leave us.” The maids, well-trained in their duties, cast quick glances at each other before promptly exiting the room, leaving your parents alone to face the impending conversation. Attempting to change her tone to a more conciliatory one, your mother addresses your father, her voice carrying a hint of apprehension. “My dear, is there something you require?” she asks, her gaze shifting from his face to the room’s elegant decor, momentarily avoiding direct eye contact. However, your father, with a cold demeanor, wastes no time in cutting to the chase. “I have a plan for the gentlemen’s club,” he declares, his words firm and decisive. “I intend to host a grand gala, and I will need your assistance in the arrangements and sending out invitations.”

Your mother’s eyes meet your father’s, a flicker of uncertainty shadowing her expression. She takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to set aside her own desires and reservations for the sake of their shared goals. “I understand,” she replies, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and determination. “Expanding the gentlemen’s club and establishing connections with nobles from other regions is indeed a prudent move. I will assist you in every way I can.”

Your father nods, his stoic demeanor remaining intact. “Good,” he replies curtly. “We must secure the support and patronage of influential figures if we are to successfully expand the club’s reach.” As the weight of your father’s plans settles upon them, your parents exchange a lingering gaze, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Their union, intertwined with societal expectations and shared responsibilities, remains a delicate balance of compromise and ambition, even as personal desires and hidden secrets simmer beneath the surface.

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Sitting on the floor of your bedroom, your back resting against the bed, you immerse yourself in the book you managed to acquire through your friendly bonds with the household servants. It's a book on finances and politics, a subject your governess would never approve of, but your curiosity compels you to read it regardless. As you delve into the pages, your mind absorbed in the complexities of the world beyond the estate, a knock on your door interrupts your concentration.

Swiftly, you slide the book under your bed, hiding your forbidden treasure, and invite the person to enter. To your delight, it's your new maid, Emily, bringing tidings of great news. With an animated expression and a hushed tone, she leans closer and shares the exciting revelation. "Y/n, your parents are planning a gala of the season," she whispers, her voice filled with anticipation.

A smile dances across your lips as you lean in, eagerly soaking up Emily's words. The prospect of attending the gala stirs a flutter of excitement within you, and you can't help but imagine the allure of the event, filled with young gentlemen and eligible bachelors vying for attention in a whirlwind of refinement and courtship. Emily continues, her voice barely above a whisper, her excitement palpable. "I hope the Duke attends," she confides, her tone betraying a mix of admiration and hesitation. "Though he can be rather unpleasant, it's a shame because he is quite attractive."

You can't help but chuckle softly, amused by Emily's candid remark. The Duke, an enigmatic figure known for his charm marred by a disagreeable demeanor, holds a certain intrigue for you as well. "Indeed, it would be a shame if his behavior overshadows his overall attractiveness," you agree, sharing in Emily's sentiments. "But perhaps, at the gala, we might witness a different side of him."

In that moment, a shared excitement and anticipation fill the air as you and Emily exchange conspiratorial glances. The possibilities and potential of the upcoming gala ignite your imagination, where love stories may unfold, and connections may be forged in the enchanting ambiance of the event. Together, you revel in the dreams and hopes that the gala of the season holds, savoring the anticipation of what the night may bring.

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As the Duke stands in the tailor’s shop, being meticulously fitted for a new outfit, his sharp ears catch snippets of conversation between two gentlemen nearby. Intrigued, he subtly adjusts his position to listen more closely, feigning disinterest while keeping his attention focused on their discussion.

The first gentleman, his voice tinged with excitement, exclaims, “Have you heard? Lady Y/n is finally making her debut this season!”

The second gentleman responds with equal enthusiasm, “Indeed, it’s been long-awaited. I’ve heard she possesses an unparalleled grace and beauty. Many young gentlemen are eagerly anticipating the opportunity to court her.”

The Duke’s interest piques further at the mention of Lady Y/n. Her name carries a certain mystique, whispered through the corridors of high society, and he has caught glimpses of her during previous social events. Her radiant smile and captivating presence have left an impression on him.

The first gentleman chimes in, “I’ve heard she has quite the intellect as well. A rare combination of beauty and intelligence. She’ll surely have no shortage of suitors vying for her hand.”

The Duke, ever the observer, listens intently, allowing the words to sink in. A flicker of curiosity dances in his eyes as he contemplates the allure of Lady Y/n. Inwardly, he wonders what lies beneath her elegant facade and infectious smile. There is something intriguing about her, something that sets her apart from the other debutantes.

With measured steps, the Duke approaches the tailor to finalize his measurements, all the while his thoughts swirl with anticipation of the upcoming season. His mind races with questions: Would Lady Y/n’s presence bring a breath of fresh air to the social gatherings? Would she possess the depth and substance that he seeks in a potential companion?

As he exits the tailor’s shop, the Duke’s mind is filled with thoughts of Lady Y/n. A newfound curiosity blooms within him, kindling a desire to unravel the enigma that surrounds her. He resolves to keep a watchful eye on her debut, intrigued by the prospect of encountering her and discovering the woman behind the captivating smile.

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