#dark parables 3

[darkparablesthorst]

hihi what a surprise that i am here to request some DP Snow White x reader!! i have never requested drabbles before dies

some fluff with getting shown around the snowfall kingdom maybe? idk im down bad for anything with snow in it pls and thank you

SURE THING LOVE!

Snow Queen x Reader

Word count: 546

The letters could never have captured the beauty of the Snow Kingdom in person.

Arm in arm with the queen of the castle herself, she took leave of her duties and led you to the places you discussed in her letters. You walked across the vast halls of the ballroom alight with glinting chandeliers and marbled floors, where your friendship began after a common acquaintance’s introduction. She led you to her secret place among piles of books and astrolabes, a little nook hidden in the midst of towering bookshelves shooting up to the cosmos painted in the ceiling. Though the breeze chilled your cheeks, the oolong tea you shared over pastries warmed you in the comfort of the gazebo cradled by an alcove of fully bloomed blue wisterias, enjoying an excellent view of the prairie garden bursting with delphiniums, white roses, clematises, chrysanthemums, and lavender.

“It’s a joy to meet you again, Your Majesty. I regret not arriving earlier and setting aside time to enjoy your castle’s surroundings all those months ago,” you said after taking a sip of tea.  

“The pleasure is all mine,” she replied with a serene smile, but the sparkle in her eye revealed the sincerity of her words. “To have you travel all this way to visit me… I am truly grateful. It must not have been an easy journey with the distance between our kingdoms.”

“I travel often, so it was no burden at all,” you consoled. A bold-faced lie, the second part, at least. In the sixth month of your correspondence with Snow, she wrote about the beauty of the wisterias in full bloom this time of the year and expressed her wish to have you see it. After sending off the messenger with your reply, you re-arranged your schedule for the following month to prepare for your journey to the Snow Kingdom, and arrived in front of its gates a week into the second month. 

“Indeed, you have. The tales of your travels around the world were enchanting. It would do the world a favor to catch a glimpse of it,” she teased. 

“I’m flattered, but my hands are better suited to a paint brush than to a pen.” You tried to hide your embarrassment behind the teacup, and Snow’s gaze softened.

“That I cannot deny. The sketches you sent alongside your letters breathed so much life into your conversations.” She set her cup down in her lap. “In all honesty, as proud as I am of my castle and my kingdom, I fear that it may not offer the kind of excitement you’d find in your travels.”

“Nonsense! It’s quite the opposite, actually. Since first stepping foot into your castle, I dare say that it has already found a special place in my heart,” you remark with a big grin.

A light chuckle escaped her lips, and the sound made you still, causing warmth to bloom in your chest from something other than the sip of sweetened tea.

“I am proud to hear it. And I am more than happy to foster that affection for your entire stay.”

You dropped your gaze to your lap, hiding a smile. With the way your heart quickened its pace, you believe that Snow was already making good on that promise.

[vonderful-time]

i just can’t stop thinking about those tragic little gay men.

[thetombedspirit]

Dark Parables, the Hidden Object Games: Rant about the Stained Portrait

So, random fact about me; I like Hidden Object games, and my absolute favourite as a kid was the franchise Dark Parable, where you play as a detective going to different location, and meeting classic fairy tale characters with unique twists thrown into the universe.

Like, for example: Little Red Riding Hood? A badass sisterhood of monster hunters! Snow White? Became the Snow Queen after her son fell into an enchanted coma! Frog Prince? Trapped in a cycle of immortality and death while everyone he touches turns into frogs!

They were a fun series of games for me, and I recently got into playing them again, especially when I heard they weren't being made in recent years.

So I bought and played them all the way to the last one: the Portrait of the Stained Princess.

And I have to say, for the last game of the franchise to this day... what a let down.

SPOILERS if anyone wants to play the games for themselves, you have been warned.

Not gonna lie, it started off strong, but then, halfway through the middle it starts getting fuzzy, then the ending comes around and it's like they lost the script last minute and just threw something together.

To clarify; the princess makes friends with a prince of a dark kingdom whose cursed to not walk in sunlight, or something. They make a promise to find the Water of Life together. When they are forced to separate, the prince gives the princess his guardian animal (which has his heart, btw) a little duckling "The Ugly Duckling" and leaves. Apparently, prolonged time away from his heart will cause him to turn cold. Remember that, cause the games NEVER brings this little factoid up again.

And I guess the princess just forgot where they random duckling came from, because she just forgets all about him for no apparent reason. He eventually returns to ask for her hand in marriage, but because the king, her father, doesn't want her to marry a prince from a kingdom that's said to worship DEATH and all that, he attempts to trick the prince with a stained portrait of the princess, putting it off as her actual likeness.

Of course, the prince is not deterred as he fell in love with her kindness, not her beauty and returns disguised as a blind fiddler. The princess arrives, but still doesn't recognise him, again for no apparent reason! Naturally, because honestly, the guy gave his literal heart away and this chick doesn't remember her only childhood friend, and also because the king lied to him, he cursed the princess into the portrait, to become as stained and ugly as her broken promise.

Over the years, a family of knights are selected to take the princess place every blood moon so that she can find the Water of Life. One knight eventually betrayed his oath and tried to burn the portrait to spare his family, but was caught and condemned for it. Follow me here, because this matters for some reason!

Then we come in. A man, secretly a descendant of the knight, sets out to find the portrait and help the princess and neglects to tell us this when he proceeds to PUSH US OFF A CLIFF! After that, we're suddenly working together, even though he PUSHED US OFF A CLIFF and proceed to the islet that contains the Water of Life... that is then never brought up or even used as the Dark Prince shows up and is still pissed that the Princess doesn't remember him and just decided to swallow the world into darkness. A fight scene happens, prince gets stabbed, and then I guess??? the princess remembers him now, because she kisses and embraces him as he's dying??? and then the game just ends. Curse lifted, danger averted, what a wonderful day!

It... it was just a bizarre ending. Like, with all the talk of a broken promise and the princess just randomly forgetting, I thought the knight or at least the king was gonna have some hand in that, especially with the graffiti, "The King's Lie Ruined Us!" like, I was expecting a parable to tell me that the king wiped the girl's memory because he wanted to erase the Dark Prince entirely. I was expecting the Dark Prince to be a misunderstood good guy that seems evil but then helps us, especially when the Swan Knight PUSHED US OFF THE CLIFF and put the other guy in the portrait.

And with all the talk of swans and the whole Ugly Duckling bit, I thought this game would have some ties to the Swan Lake Kingdom, but I don't think it was even brought up as a clue or a Easter egg.

And then there was the Bonus Game, because of course I got the collector's edition, and it was just so random! Like, suddenly there's an impostor, and I think it was meant to be Julian from the Jack and the Sky Kingdom game, because the impostor was carrying a rose around. Anyway, the impostor impersonates the princess, for some reason, tricks the knight into cursing himself into a portrait, for some reason, and then kidnaps the princess and ties her up on the islet, FOR SOME REASON!!! and then THAT bonus game just.... ENDS! NO FOLLOW UP WHATSOEVER!!!

Sorry if this rant to getting tiresome, but this games meant a lot to me and the fact that it ends like this was so confusing and disappointing. It just... ends. Not with a dramatic bang, but with a cold whimper.

It makes me hope that if Dark Parables ever comes back, that knock us out the ball park.

Anyway, I just wanted to rant. Thank you guys!

[mb-blue-roses]

More Gwyrdai posting bc I wanna get the hang of drawing them again

[hope606]

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[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

a scorpion wakes up on a frog's back, in the middle of the river. the frog explains that the scorpion requested a ride across the river, and it's complying. the scorpion, not remembering and distrusting this stranger's words, puts its stinger's tip against its neck.

the frog immediately turns spiteful. "you think you have any say here?" it warns in a voice more venomous than the scorpion's sting. "no. your poison is harmless to me. i know you're smart, so here's what you're going to do. you're going to sit very still on my back, and do exactly what i say. if you don't—if you try to get away—if you try to hurt me—if you fail to guide us true—i will dive. and you will drown, cold and alone, and it'll be nobody's fault but your own. do you understand?"

the scorpion, now realizing how very trapped it is, longs for the safety of a stronger venom.

a scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asks a frog to carry it across the river. almost immediately after departure it stings the frog and the frog goes "lol joke's on you i'm immune to your venom. you are now my prisoner btw. hope you like water because we're gonna be seeing a lot of it for the foreseeable future" and the scorpion says "you know being aquatic doesn't sound half bad now that you mention it"

[spookygibberish]

Last year I listened to a worldbuilding podcast that was very queercore hopepunk (2/3 of the hosts were straight...) and I have kind of come to detest the ideology, as well as all these nitty little microgenres. the podcast itself was not bad per say, but it was so utterly bland and the kind of writing advice that almost seems to discourage people from making challenging or transgressive art via prioritization of escapism as the ultimate goal for a fantasy work + the repeated adage that "realism is no excuse". You can set out to make a cozy, fluffy, fantasy world where people never behave in evil ways, are ever selfish or cruel, and never fight over resources and ideology, but if your love for human beings is conditional on human behavior only ever being perfect and good all the time then idk if you actually have much love for human beings at all. it's the kind of advice that encourages easily digestible fluff over all, and if you actually internalize it your never going to get out of it the power to write something like The Dispossessed, Left Hand of Darkness, or Parable of the Sower. is all.

[blackkatdraws]

OMGG THE DRAMATIC LIGHTING PURRR 😍

@blackkatdraws ‘s Narrator Design Because HOT DAM

Greetings guys, gals, and pals! I have yet to watch Stanley Parable yet but I see so much Stanarrator and it’s gotten my attention 👀

[darkparablesthorst]

Been making DP OCs in @artemhiss's discord server. One is a grumpy records officer/archivist who has a grudge against the Detective for always bringing back hard-to-store, magical memorabilia while also never getting her name right (Her name is Dee-Dee, not Cee-Cee or Kee-Kee or Bee-Bee or Gigi, Ms. Detective); the other one is an enigmatic peddler of magical wares who may or may not be scamming you, and lowkey treats the Detective like a golden goose (although she never succeeds in buying off the items the Detective takes with her once she wraps up a case) and can act as both a blessing and a curse in relation to the case depending on how greedy she was feeling that day.

[bellshazes]

dreaming up a syllabus for an imaginary course on metanarratives about gameplay, which i think would go something like:

unit 1: who do you think you are i am - auto-documentary & games

Vlogs and the Hyperreal, Folding Ideas

The Slow Death of Let's Play Videos, Meraki (to ~10:00)

World Record Progression: Mike Tyson, Summoning Salt

ROBLOX_OOF.mp3, hbomberguy

Life as a Bokoblin: A Zelda Nature Documentary, Monster Maze

optional: Braindump on the History of Let's Plays, slowbeef

unit 2: what like it's hard? - intro to challenge narratives

Chapter 26: Games as Narrative Play: Two Structures for Narrative Play, Rules of Play

A different kind of challenge run: Minimalist 100% (BOTW), Wolf Link

Surviving 100 Days on Just Dirt, Mogswamp

Can You Beat DARK SOULS III with Only Firebombs, the Backlogs

Is it Possible to Beat Super Mario 3D World while permanently crouching?, Ceave Gaming

The Pacifist Challenge - Beating Hollow Knight Without Collecting Soul [CHALLENGE] - Sample

optional: How to 100% Snowpeak Ruins in under 15 minutes, bewildebeest

unit 3: nelly you don't understand, i AM the narrative - form and function

The Future of Writing about Games, Jacob Geller

Can You Beat GRIME Without Weapons?, the Backlogs

Mushroom Kingdom Championships, Ceave Gaming

My Life as a Barber in Hitman 2, MinMax (Leo Vader)

MyHouse.WAD - Inside Doom's Most Terrifying Mod, PowerPak

optional: Mega Microvideos, Matthewmatosis

the theme and structure is mostly intended to introduce at least one critical or historically contextual work followed by examples of the type of narrative in question.

in unit 1, this is the idea of "How do people talk about their own experiences in the context of YouTube and playing video games?" across three rather different kinds of documentaries. unit 2 is intended to take that lens of who is telling what tale and dial in on challenge running, where i first noticed the way some videos turn the story of overcoming a challenge into its own narrative that is distinct from but related to the narrative events of the game itself. unit 3 circles back to the bigger picture with a variety of examples that, to me, are maximally metanarrative, the emergent story of the player-narrator now functionally replacing the game's embedded narrative.

bonus unit: broken narratives

Glitch & the Grotesque at the MLA, Sylvia Korman

Watching time loop movies to escape my time loop, Leo Vader

The Stanley Parable, Dark Souls, and Intended Play, Folding Ideas

Breaking Madden, Jon Bois

The TRUTH about the Pizzaplex in FNAF: Security Breach, AstralSpiff

this one is highly underdeveloped, but i'd love to work out something more robust building on randomizer challenges that produce intentionally bizarre, semi-ironic "lore," and bois-esque endeavors to break games so hard the story itself crumbles. but that's really out of scope so i'm just including the links to things i couldn't bear to get rid of. more rambling abt the challenge runs I chose under the cut.

Challenge runs represent one of the most obvious places to start, due to being extremely plentiful and having a hook that makes a "here's how I did X thing in Y video game" format almost unavoidable. Minimalist 100% is an underrated and sweet straightforward example that I mostly include as a baseline for reporting-out style narrative; here are the facts, here's what happened, this is the thing that it is. Mogswamp's 100 Days on Just Dirt is similar in style, but the physical measuring of days is a delightful and, more importantly, external narrative device.

Now oriented, we get a taste of Ceave Gaming's narrative approach to Mario challenges with the no-crouching run, and while we still aren't at the degree of player-characters being constructed for the narrative's sake, the spirited belief in crouching sets the stage for other rhetoric in more extreme cases we'll see later.

The Backlogs' entire body of work qualifies here, but GRIME is the strongest inspiration for putting this list together. I include the DS3 firebombs run because what was initially a factual description of how his wife's use of firebombs inspired him to play differently in the original DS1 firebombs run has developed into full-blown multi-game narrative arc with the Firebomb Goddess (his wife, who also voices the character) compelling his in-game character to achieve his destined quest. Grime takes that even further,

In-Game Documentaries

I include Life as a Bokoblin mostly as a contrast to My Life as a Barber - there is a level of fictionalization and roleplay involved in the Zelda in-game documentary that highlights exactly what I want to single out when I am talking about metanarrative, the story about a story.

[lavalamphoarder]

Pony Parable!!

+ some thoughts and a Zending alternate bc I wanted to play around with the coloring a bit

The markings on the Narrator’s legs change to match his surroundings! :3

Some other info:

Stanley’s cutiemark speaks for itself I feel, but Narrator’s? It’s a vaguely 50s-style microphone with a mic dampener and the Line™️ in place of a usual handle/stand. His magic is a light green to match his eyes, and (obviously) his Lines™️ glow in the dark! The darker their surroundings, the brighter the Lines™️ glow to compensate, and his Tail™️ can become longer or shorter depending on what the situation needs (or what Narrator’s emotions are)

[blackkatdraws]

DEVOUR DEVOUR

DEVOURS SO GOOD MMHHMJSH

@blackkatdraws I gib ur Narrator 🍰🍴

[buzzkillers]

FABLES & PARABLES 3|?

Summary: You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.

Warning: NON-CON (due to sex pollen) , religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART ONE PART TWO

“Where are you going?” You asked.

The beach-” Your roommate answered, almost soundlessly. Before she took a glance at the pile of blankets and dissertation papers you've become. “I would invite you but you seem too comfy bedrotting to join."

You looked at the mess you’ve become. At the smell you were for sure letting off. But you didn’t want to move. Moving meant having to look at people and trying not to jump them. Moving meant, your guts being twisted and heart aching and the inability to focus on anything but the dryness of her tongue coming back tenfold.

But your roommate was looking at you like that. Like you were a lost cause, and suddenly you remembered where you were. In a new country that you probably couldn't afford to visit again. And you were what? Sitting on your ass? You probably came off like a loser. She probably regretted even bunking with you. So you ignored the twist in your gut, and you smiled. Like a gun was to your head. “Nah, i wanna go.”

“Oh really?” she cocked her head, eyes squinted.

“Yeah, maybe it’ll be good to get some damn fresh air.”

—-

It was not good for you.

You underestimated just how much being inside actually alleviated the cramps that twisted in your gut. The moment you stepped on hot sand, you could just about fall to your knees. But you put up a good front. Instead, you sat at the bon fire that flicked and licked at the sky. A quick wick and you laughed until you felt bile reach up your throat and your eyes linger on everyones body a little bit longer than usual. There's skin showing everywhere and you’re not hiding it. Your eyes lap on exposed skin, crinkled locs, cushioned breasts and the over affectionate throwing of hands put on you.

You were all bundled around a fire.

Combined with your internal heat, you could just about say that you were in hell as your tummies settled with the alcohol and weed gummies. Ok maybe you were being dramatic. This actually was kind of nice. Even if you were currently running hot enough to boil the Atlantic sea. Before around you, murmuring and loud conversations took over the sound of the fire.

“I swear to fucking god,” said one of your classmates with their arms stretched out in the dirt. It was a dude with sallow brown eyes, his hair a wave of braids and sea beads and dark skin that glimmered so much under the moonlight that he kind of looked like a mermaid. Or maybe you were just too crossfaded. He grumbled at the fire. “Im getting a fucking refund, we haven't done shit.”

You all hummed in agreement. Or well you tried to, you hummed and it was more of a strangled gasp. Painful and lacking relief. You felt like shit, looked it too, with sweat beading down your face, as your entire body went slick with perspiration. The fire made it worse. It was taunting you. Each lick and flame forcing even your swimsuit to go damp and damn maybe you were too high.

Whatever.

The merman was right. This was a waste of a trip and none of you actually went to the landmarks you needed. Well, one tried but she simply got stuck in the rain. And then it took her an entire two hours to get back, that was a good enough warning for the lot of you.

“Teotihuacan will be better.” You somehow managed to say cause it had to be, it just had to. This was simply a fluke and this sickness was a fluke and it didn’t take long for everyone to agree and continue muttering more of their grievances before they decided to do something else.

A midnight swim, they said as you guys dipped into the waters. The smell of salty sea and the sunscreen you hazardly sprayed on before you got here invading your nose. Of course, this was probably a stupid idea. You expect that after you put a foot in, somehow the sensation of being high and drunk and then hot and now wet would successfully force you into an early coma.

You pushed forward anyway.

Slowly, you dipped in feet first, the water kissing your knees, till it's wrapped around your neck and you waited, and waited but the consequences never came.

Instead, it's a relief.

A jaw numbing, deep inhaling, blood curdling relief. It's a fist unclenching, and your body going lax as you dipped into the water and felt it cradle you like a babe with its waves in your hair and the rushing of currents at your calves.

In the water you quaked and you swallowed. Then there's a hand on your shoulder. Warm and insistent. As the water breezed over you, washing over your face until the currents embrace felt like fingers that brushed against your thigh. Until it felt like multiple wet, slimy hands were at your hips. Caressing your skin, then digging and pulling and, what happened next was kind of foggy but you remembered one thing. The sight of opal skin, talons at your breast and oh yes–

You started screaming.

.

.

And everyone stared.

–

Somehow afterwards, when the staring turned to worried concern and then uncomfortable silence; you had got up and stumbled to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to you, a shadow followed in your footsteps, a storm covered in golds and jade as the trees protested and the wind whistled in warning, in urgency. It was a malleant effort, but you continued to stumble on the path to the hostel and the shadow continued to watch, to stalk, in faint curiosity and then finally poorly veiled anger. Everything after that was sort of a dream really. A very terrible dream.

____

The hostel was a nightmare of jagged shadows and a creaking AC unit. A place where you didn’t remember taking the elevator nor did you remember stumbling to your room, keycard in hand as the floor slipped beneath your feet. Through the floorboards a song washed through you, a smooth melody, hypnotic and moving you to action but not to speak.

If you were asked to speak, it would not be possible. If you did anything it'd be as if you were stumbling through molasses as the door closed behind you-maybe?- and heat uncurled itself in your lungs and dug its way through your ribs. You felt drunk, high on a drug that you didn’t remember consuming. And if your frontal lobe wasn’t lagging at 2 bits per second, you might’ve been plagued with the question of why and then maybe, with a whisper, help. Please help.

Help with the fire that was beginning to curl in your belly and help with the numbness in the back of your mind and help with the incessant belief that something was fundamentally and irreversibly wrong.

Instead, you crumbled to your knees. Your vision nothing but a ragged cut of film that's been glued together and sewn haphazardly into something that might’ve been memories before you’re back on your feet.

Below, the murmurings and whispers of the tenants bled through the walls, a buzzing t.v, singing children and running baths. “Water.” you think you said, or maybe you just thought it. It was water that made the pain go away wasn’t it? Ocean water but what was the difference between that and what came from the tap? A few minerals and chemicals?

A hum wracked through the room, deep and spellbinding. It could only have come from you.

Then you blinked and you’re in the bathroom. You shifted and your swimsuit shedded off. Outside, wind whistled through an open window.

Another shiver licked up your spine, the skin of your bones rattling. The front door was open again. You should close it. But your bones had turned soft and the floor continued to lean forward, then backwards, the light overhead blinding you. You didn’t close the door.

The music only got closer.

And your hands are pressed into the sink, you're too scared to look in the mirror. It's been like that alot recently, ever since the illness started. Too afraid to look at the black screen on your phone, too afraid to see your reflection in puddles, too afraid to confirm a gnawing sensation. A question that you didn't want an answer to. Behind you, the bath ran hot. The steam clouded your lungs. So you kept your head down, focused instead on the rush of water from the tub you didn't turn on and on the clothes you didn't remember taking off and you took a deep breath.

In response, the bathroom door thumped with a slow, nauseating knock.

You would only have to turn your head.

It would be like the turn of a knob. It would be nothing, it was probably your roommate or your teacher checking on you but you could not look up. Fear kept your focus down as your hair raised and your body shivered.

The tub was still running.

You blinked and you were in the bathroom, in the tub. Everything was ice cold, a turbulent tundra against your veins. And then, the sun stood in your bathroom. A star encompassed in what could only be golden clothes and jewels that twinkled under the fluorescent light.

The sun sighed. "Mortals…..difficult" he turned off the tub. Your feet tangled with muscled calves, a head laid in the crook of your neck.

"I." was all you could say between chattering teeth. It broke through a cotton fog. Something thick and dense that curled at the edge of your skull, buried against bone.

More gold filled your vision. Golden skin, golden jewelry, golden heat that pressed against your skin and made the water overflow from the weight of him.

"Shhh," they whispered, like a melody, like a death sentence before calloused hands pressed into your cheek.

“You’re whining like a hatchling left behind by their mother.” Then a finger brushed at your braids.

“Did you want me to hear you?” He asked.

His voice low in a way that reminded you of ocean currents, of the washing of sand across a beach floor. And in the back of your mind, there's something like a warning. A flashing red light that pounded against your head till the song came back tenfold, and you all but collapsed in the man's arms.

“Who-” Your tongue went heavy in your mouth. What were your trying to say?

A chuckle followed, dry and humorless.

“You pray for me at my altar. You lay yourself bare in the water. You run from me. And yet you ask me who I am?” "

Above you, the stranger shifted. "I should kill you."

Then your legs were being pried apart. Your cunt suddenly split by thick fingers with a thumb on your clit. And just like that, the last remnants of the heat that seemed to plague you for the past couple of weeks washed away, all of that pain and overexertion collapsed into everything but a distant memory. And suddenly you felt silly. The store owner couldn’t have done this, your fingers couldn’t have done this and the familiar need to not be alone, to be surrounded by those that you knew for safety, for relief couldn’t have done this either.

How much time did you waste looking for relief that seemed to only be brought on at this moment.

Above you, the stranger grumbled. “Just know that I am a gracious God.” As the water slipped into your eyes and your lips gasped for breath as if for the first time. "That I am the keeper of promises." Above you the bathroom lights twinkled like stars and the tiled walls gleamed, filling you with glimpses of white, white, white; till your back arched and the orgasm crashed into you like the water, like the stranger whose fingers digged into your ribs.

“There you are.”

And then he was between your legs, something bigger replacing his fingers. “There you are.”

[agapi-kalyptei]

RECOMMEND ME DETECTIVE AND OTHER NARRATIVE HEAVY GAMES PLEASE

(must be available on PC) (ok to reblog)

already played and liked - the more emoji added the more I loved it:

No Case Should Remain Unsolved 😭

PW Ace Attorney trilogy

Ace Attorney Chronicles (mixed feelings about that tho)

Crow Country (rather old school action horror but still good)

PARANORMASIGHT: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo 🤡✨🤬

Doki Doki Literature Club (yeah not a detective) 👧

Disco Elysium, duh 🔫💊🍷

The Painscreek Killings 🔍

A Short Hike 🐦

Paradise Killer 🥂🌈🗿

Slay the Princess

Persona 3 / 4 / 5 🤗🔫🎭

Frogware Sherlock Holmes series

DEATHLOOP 🎡

Dishonored 1 / 2 / 2.5 ♥♠

Thief 1 / 2 / 3 💎

Gloomwood

(splitting into several because Tumblr editor chokes on long lists)

The Case of the Golden Idol 🗿

Oxenfree 1 / 2 👁

Pentiment ✍

Beacon Pines 🌲

Sam & Max games

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective 🔍

Aviary Attorney 🕊

The Darkside Detective: A Fumble in the Dark

Lunark

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Perfect Tides 🐠

Tails Noir Preludes

Tails Noir

Unforeseen Incidents 🌲🌲

McPixel 2

BAD END THEATER 😳

We Happy Few 💊💊

Shadows Over Loathing

Outer Wilds ☀🌍🌎

Crowns & Pawns

The Stanley Parable / Ultra Deluxe <25xbucket emoji>

Ministry of Broadcast

Return of the Obra Dinn 🚢🔍⏰

Spiritfarer 😭😭😭

Later Alligator

The Procession to Calvary

Psychonauts 1 / 2 🧠🧠

Subsurface Circular

There Is No Game: Wrong Dimension

Kindergarten 1 / 2 🩸💣🔪

Kentucky Route Zero 🧠😳

Beyond a Steel Sky

Shardlight, Lamplight City and most other WADJET EYE games

The Red Strings Club

The Turing Test

Tangle Tower 💛💛💛

Detective Grimoire 🤎🤎🤎

Paradigm

Firewatch 🔥🔥

The Beginner's Guide

The Sexy Brutale

INSIDE

Her Story

Did Not Like:

Deponia (asshole MC with no character development)

Thimbleweed Park (pseudointellectual "nothing really matters" BS)

Scene Investigators (too much guesswork, annoying exact phrase typing "puzzles")

Nine Noir Lives (a bit too childish)

Tales of the Neon Sea (idk the writing was meh)

Blacksad (good game but a terrible PC port)

VirtuaVerse (same old 90s adventure game tropes and a MC who's an assface and never shows empathy)

Games I have in my library but didn't play yet and yes I know I should:

Va-11 Hall-A

Roadwarden

Supraland series

Carto

To the Moon

Not for Broadcast

Alba

D4

FoxTail

[lemomix]

yoU KNOW WHAT????? get NARRATOR'd

that's right....ive been turned over to the dark side (stanely parable) (PLEASE click for better quality 🙏)

sorry for not being around for a while !! hope yall still like this one :>

(img below is the normal-ish ver)

aa!! here you go :3

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Dude where's my submarine? Part 3 (Final) Isekaied Law X Female reader

It's time for Law to go back.....

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“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” ― Nietzche

AN-I had so much fun writing this story , but as they say all good things must come to a end. I hope you enjoy the final part! -Love Cierra ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Side note-There are a few links in the story for reference you can use.

Warnings/content-Nightmares, Mentions of Violence, Modern Day references, Character death

  “You can’t run forever Y/N~ Fufufu” Doflamingo’s voice echoes through the dark forest.

  “Leave me alone you creepy bird bastard!” You yell without daring to turn your head as you run from the pink pursuer. How did I get here? The rapid heartbeat in your chest mixes with the sound of breaking twigs and the whooshing of strings. 

 “There you are.” The devilish voice was too close for comfort. You pick up the pace, desperate  to make some distance between you and him. “Bullet string.” The ball of string shoots past your face, taking a few strands of hair in the process. “Just give up already.” One of the trees ahead of you gets sliced and comes crashing down.

 “I’ll give up when your hairline grows back!” You jump over the tree and continue your frantic running. The moonlight glows  and reveals the end of the woods. Almost there. A sense of false relief washes over you as you leave the mess of trees and brush. Looking ahead you realize you are cornered, leaving you two options. 1. Jump off the cliff you’ve found yourself at. 2. Doflamingo kills you. 

 “The mouse has found itself between the cat and a trap~” You turn around to see Doflamingo standing a few feet away. “You know what that means Y/N?” He slowly inches closer to you. “No matter what you do, death is the only sure result.” Am I going to die here? You take a few steps back, closer to the edge of the cliff.

 “Help.” 

 “Help?” Doflamingo mocks you with a sadistic grin. “Who the hell is going to help you?” 

 “LAW!” You jump up from the bed with your hand over  your pounding heart. It takes a few moments to realize you were in the safety of your room and not in the woods being chased down by a psychotic ex-warlord. 

 “Y/N are you okay?” Your jolt hearing the bedroom door slam against the wall. “I heard you scream.” The light in your bedroom flickers on revealing a menacing looking Law holding his sword in an offensive position. 

 “I’m fine.” You give him a glance done before smirking. “Nice boxers~”

 “I came in here with full intent on killing something or someone for you and all you can say is nice boxers?” Law deadpans before laying his sword down. “But seriously, what caused you to scream?” 

 “A nightmare.” 

 “What about?” Law questions with a raised brow.

 “I’ll tell you, but just know it was pretty horrific.” Law nods his head, letting you know to continue. “So I was in a dark forest being chased by Doflamingo.”

 “Damn that does sound horrific.” 

 “Trust me it gets worse. I reached the edge of the forest only to find a cliff waiting for me. So I could jump or wait for him to slice me into pieces.” You grimace thinking about being turned into a million little pieces via strings. 

 “Which did you do?” 

 “Neither. I called for help.” A soft smile forms on your lips. “More specifically, I called for you.”

 “And I came.” 

 “That you did, my knight in shining red plaid.” Law rolls his eyes as you start to laugh.

 “Since you're obviously okay, I’m going back to bed.” As he walks away you remember that tonight was his last full night here.

 “Wait. Stay.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks considering your request, but you also wanted to make the most of the situation. “Please.” You bat your lashes and pat the empty spot next to you.

 “Fine.” You watch Law crawl under the covers with a huge grin on your face. “I’m starting to think you planned this out.” 

 “I did not!” You reject his statement. “The nightmare felt so real, when I first woke up from it I thought Doflamingo was in my room!”

  “I doubt that will ever happen, but if it did…” Law gives you a teasing look. “I’m sure you could handle him.”

 “Me?!” You nearly jump up from the bed. “What do you suppose I do Law? Refer him to a really good therapist? Maybe they could convince him to take antipsychotics.” You doubt there is a person or pill strong enough to handle the pink bastard.

 “I had something different in mind….Something much simpler.” Law turns on his side to face you. “All you have to do is call for me..”

 “I will.” You blush as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek. “And you better show up.”

 “As if I’d let you down.” Law winks. “Now if I recall you said we had big plans for my last day tomorrow.”

 “I do.”

 “So we better get some rest.” Law gets up to turn the light off before laying back in the bed. “Good night Y/N.”

 “Good night Law, sleep well..” 

 You lay on your side, facing Law. He was so close you could smell his body wash and feel the warmth his body produced, but not him. Not that you were expecting him to cuddle up with you, well actually you were. Maybe I should ask? But if you did he would probably tease you until the sun came up. 

 “......”

 “......”

 “.....”

 “ROOM.” 

 “What are you doing?”

 “You told me to sleep well.. SHAMBLES.” The soft pillow beneath your head is replaced by something firm and warm. “So this is me sleeping well.” Your heart leaps in your chest hearing his voice so close to your ear. That could only mean..

 “Ummm Law…. am I laying on your chest right now?” It was a stupid question and he didn’t answer it. Instead he adjusts your head until your ear is right above his heart. The calm and steady thumps are the polar opposite of the borderline cardiac arrest you had going on. “I have to say using your devil fruit power to teleport me was a little extra considering I was barely a foot away to begin with.”

 “Want me to send you back?” 

 “NO.” 

 “Are you sure Y/N?” He asks like he didn’t just wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.

 “I’m very sure..” Your eyes were already struggling to stay open.

 “Good, now go to sleep.” 

~~~~

 I don’t think I couldn’t be any more grateful to the moon as I am right now. The once dark room was now illuminated, giving Law the perfect view of your face laying on his chest. A lazy smile forms on his lips seeing the small trail of drool leaving your glossy lips. I'm definitely going to tease you about that in the morning. 

 “Law..” He tenses up hearing your sleepy voice call his name. “........” She must be dreaming.

 “I’m right here Y/N.” He gently whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. His action causes your sleeping body to shift ever so slightly. Your hand that was thrown lazily over his body moves until it stops over his heart. 

  It was now official. The infamous heart thief named Trafalgar Law just got a taste of his own medicine.

~~~~

 “Y/N.” Your body was being slightly shaken, pulling you from your sweet dreams. “Wake up before you drown me.”

 “Huh?” You raise up and see Law smirking at you. “How was I about to drown you?”

 “See for yourself.” He points at the pool of drool on his bare chest. 

 “Crap, I'll be right back.” You ran and got a towel before wiping the drool off of him. “I am so sorry, Law.”

 “Don’t be sorry, I was expecting it.”

 “How?”

 “I mean you drool over me when I’m awake, so it makes sense you do the same thing while you're asleep~”

 “I’m so over the teasing.” You throw the towel into a hamper. 

 “That’s too bad because I’m not~” Law grabs your hand and pulls you down beside him on the bed. “And considering it’s my last day, prepare for a lot more.” That’s right, today is his last day. “Y/N you're frowning, what’s wrong?” 

 “I know you don’t want me to be sad about you leaving tonight. But I can’t help but be bummed out.” You stare up at the ceiling thinking about the days to come.

 “It’s okay, I am too.” His golden eyes join yours. “I’ve grown quite fond of this place. I will definitely miss it.”

 “I think you’ll miss the laptop more than anything.” You laugh thinking about all the crazy youtube videos he watched.

 “I won’t miss any of it more than I will you Y/N.” The sincerity in his words brings a blush to your face. “Sure I had fun learning about this world, but you were the one who was with me through all of it.” His hand wraps around yours as your eyes meet his. “When I first got here I was confused, but when I saw that goofy little smile of yours I knew I was in good hands.” 

 “My smile is not goofy.” You pout as Law’s laughter fills the room. “Besides I was just really excited to see you.”

 “Oh I could tell~” You grab a pillow and throw it on the cocky man's face.

 “Is teasing me all day really what you want to do?” Law pulls the pillow off his face and smirks.

 “Maybe.” He sits up on the bed and comes face to face with you. “I doubt you’d mind, right?” No words came out of your mouth seeing just how close Law was. Your first thought was to kiss him. You could tell he was thinking the same thing about you, but you were both hesitant. 

 “Law. I” His hand came up to cup your cheek.

 “I know Y/N.” The words were unspoken, but the feelings weren’t as silent. You smile and bring your hand over his. “Me too.”

~~~~

 “Hey Law, come help me pick things out for us to do.” You plan to take Law out of town to a city with plenty of attractions.  “I already have a surprise for dinner tonight, but I want you to pick out some things to do as well.” Law sits besides you on the couch and watches as you scroll through the list.

 “What’s a selfie museum?” Law points at the picture of a couple in front of a color background.

 “It’s a building filled with aesthetic scenes for picture taking.” You click on the website to show him more pictures. “I’ve never been to one myself, but I think it would be fun if you want to!”

 “Yeah, that does sound fun. Plus I’m sure you want to take plenty of pictures with me.” Damn straight I do. “That also looks interesting.” He points to the museum of life and death. 

 “It does.” And it’s right up his alley. “They  have real human skeletons and animal ones too. Plus the backstory on how they died.” You look at Law’s cute expression. We definitely have to go now. 

~~~~

 You and Law get ready for your final day out. You decided to wear something cute but comfortable considering you were going to be walking around alot. 

 “Y/N are you dressed?” Law knocks on the door. 

 “I am!” With that Law steps in and looks you up and down. “Are you enjoying the view?” You smirk and twirl around in the outfit. 

 “Yeah I am.” Instead of getting flustered like you wanted him to, you met with his cocky smirk. “Did you get all dressed up for our date?” Date? DATE?

 “So this is a date?” After all this time playing coy, Law finally breaks down blushing.

 “Well, yeah. It is.” His eyes never left your awe stricken face. “And we better get going, you said we had to drive a few hours to get there. ROOM.” Law grabs onto your hand. “SHAMBLES.”

 “Wait Law I need my.” He teleported you to your car but you didn’t have your-

 “Purse, phone and keys.” He jiggles the keys while your purse sits in his lap. He even had your phone already plugged up into the car. “Your most important things, besides me of course~” You reach over and pull his hat down over his head, causing him to grunt in annoyance.

 “You sure exploit your favorite character privileges.” Your eyes roll and put the directions in on your phone. “So since I’ll be driving that means you're in charge of music. You remember how to get to my playlist?” Law nods and grabs your phone. “Good, you’ll make a fine passenger princess~”

 “What does that even mean?” 

 “Nothing~”

~~~~

 “Wow this place is huge!” You and Law walk into the selfie museum. “There’s so many rooms. Where do we even begin?”

 “Let’s go this way.” Law grabs your hand and leads you towards a rather dark looking section. Figures.

 You see a sign above the door that says ‘Nightmare room’. Creepy. When you and Law first enter your met with what looks like a fun house. There was a giant clown that pointed towards a path that said ‘This was to your death.’

 “Death?” You gulp.

 “Yeah?” Law mockinly answers.

 “Just because you have death tattooed on your hands does not make you death! But that clown may just be.” You subconsciously move closer to Law. “I thought this was a cute place to take pictures?”

 “It is, so why don’t don’t you go take a picture with the clown?” He nudges your side.

 “Which one?” You give your companion a dose of side eye

 “Are you insinuating that I am a clown?” He bends down until you are face to face.

 “I sure am.” You reach up to his face and grab his nose in between your thumbs and index finger. “Honk Honk.” You pinch his nose a few times, grab his beloved hat and run away before he can kill you.

 “Y/N L/N!”  His voice echoes the long hall you were running down. Oh no he used my full government name. 

 You run past a room full of trick mirrors before ending up in a dimly lit room full of dracula style coffins. Glancing around the room you find a perfect place to hide from Law’s wrath. You open the pink coffin and shut the door. Loud footsteps start reverberating in the room causing your anxiety to skyrocket.

 “Oh Y/N~” The intimidation in Law’s voice made you even more on edge. “I’d come out if I were you.” Your eyes peek out of the small window on the coffin. He had a malevolent smile on his handsome face. “Because I promise you won’t like I do to you if I find you.” 

 You slam your hand over your mouth as a small squeak leaves your lips. Law’s hat in your other hand shook with your trembling hand. Good going Y/N, pissing off the freaking surgeon of death. You lean back in the coffin causing it to creak. Oh fuck. 

 “Fount ya.” The door to the coffin swings open causing you to scream out of surprise “Say cheese~” A flash blinds your horror filled eyes. “Now who’s the clown?” Law holds your phone up to display the very unflattering picture of you clutching his hat for dear life as you screamed.

 “Not funny.” You jerk the phone out of his hand. “How did you even get my phone?” Your hand goes into your back pocket and pulls out an admission ticket. “So that’s how. Smart.” You didn’t even notice him using his ability, but you were  running for your life so it makes sense.

 “Here.” Law takes his hat out of your hand and places it on your head. “Pose.” You lean back in the coffin and hold up a peace sign. “You know when I think of death and coffins a peace sign isn't the first thing that comes to mind.” He snaps a picture of you.

 “I thought it was cool.” You come out of the coffin and take your phone with a pout on your face. “Well it’s your turn now, see if you can out do me.”

 “Oh that won’t be hard.” You scoff as law grabs his hat from your head and puts it back on his. You hold the phone up and wait for him to pose. He smiles before crossing his arms behind his back, leaning into the coffin. “It’s quite comfy in here.” He looks at you through lidded eyes. You shamelessly snap three pictures. I’m so making this my background. “I’m not done yet.” He brought his hands down to his shirt before pulling it up enough to expose his abs. You blink a few times and try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.  “Go on Y/N~” Your finger rapidly hits the screen taking pictures.

 I take that back, I’m making this my background.

~~~~

 After escaping the nightmare fuel room you end up in a room called the ‘Clean and Chill’. The room was filled with mirrors and attached from the ceiling were bubbles.

 “This reminds me of Sabaody.” You and Law say in perfect unison, causing you to look at each other. 

 “Bright minds think alike.” Law smiles at you before taking your hand. 

 “Hey Law, let's take a mirror selfie.” You walk over in front of the mirror and drag Law with you. You pull your phone out and hold it up. He brought his head down so it rests on your shoulder. You snap the picture and pull it up to look at it. “Who taught you that?” You notice he gave you bunny ears.

 “I looked up different things to do in photos last night.” It didn’t shock you one bit. “I just wanted to be prepared.” 

 “I have an idea. Take your hat off.” He does and looks at you in the mirror. You bring your hand behind his and give him bunny ears. He does the same to you as you take the picture. “It’s such a cute photo.” You look at the picture and swoon.

 “It is.” Law smiles seeing how eccentric you were. You are what made it cute

~~~~

 “This is the last room.” You walk into the ‘Sweet room’. It was filled with human sized deserts, a colorful ball pit and a slide that takes you out of the museum. You and Law walk around taking pictures with all of the deserts, unaware of the eyes that were on you.

 “Umm excuse me?” You and Law turn around to see a girl smiling. You notice right away she has a one piece shirt on. “I just wanted to say I liked your Law cosplay! It’s almost crazy how much you look like him.” She studies Law who’s giving you a look that screams ‘What do I do?’ “Wow you even have the tattoos! Are they real?” Law awkwardly nods his head.

 “Yeah they are!” You place a hand on Law’s back. I got this Law, don't worry. “And I like your shirt by the way!”

 “Thank you!” She smiles and pulls the shirt out more, revealing all three supernovas, Luffy, Kid and the man standing right next to you. “It’s my favorite to wear because it has my favorite character on it!” Your body tenses up. What if it’s Law?

 “And who would that be?” You ask nervously. Law smirks at you knowing exactly what’s going through your mind.

 “Kid!” Suddenly the girl whips out an Ita bag filled to the brim with Kid’s face. “He’s such a himbo and I love him.” Your body relaxes. 

 “That’s cool!” She was truly dedicated to Kid. “My favorite character is Law!”

 “I figured that much considering..” She looks at Law and then back to you. “Wait a second.” She opens her bag and rummages through it before pulling out a keychain with Law on it. “Take this!”

 “Are you sure?” Your geeky smiles plaster your face, she nods. “Thank you!”

 “You're welcome.” Law nudges your side. You look into his eyes and know exactly what he’s saying. “I’ll let you guys get back to enjoying the museum!” 

 “Wait!” The girl stops. Words get caught up in your throat as you freeze. 

 “Sorry, my girlfriend is a little shy.” Law is now the one holding your back. “She’s working on making friends.”

 “Oh I see. I’d love to exchange numbers!” The girl pulls her phone out and you do the same. “My name is______.” After exchanging numbers you part ways. 

 ~~~~

 “Thank you Law.” You take a deep breath and fall into the ball pit. “She seems like a really nice person.”

 “You're welcome.” Law laid right beside you. “And she did. But I bet you would have said differently if I was her favorite character.” You grab one of the balls and throw it in his face.

 “Says the one who called me girlfriend.” Your eyes blow wide. Earlier you were too frazzled to process it, but now. 

 “I did.” Law picks up a bunch of the colorful balls and throws them at you one by one like a snowball fight. “Do you have a problem with that?”

 “I guess I don’t, boyfriend.” You throw a ball and it knocks Law’s hat off his head, revealing his spiky black locks. 

 “You catch on quick.” He winks before picking his hat back up. “Are we ready to go?”

 “Yup.” You get out of the ball pit and head towards the exit slide. “I’ll get in first and you get behind me.” You sit on the slide and Law straddles his long legs around you. “Are you ready?” 

 “Not yet.” His voice was right up against your ear, causing shivers to snake down your spine. “Hold onto this for me.” He hands you his hat before his arms wrap around you to pull you against his back. “Now I’m ready.”

 Your laughs echo the slide as Law holds onto you for dear life. You see the light at the end of the tunnel and Law does too but in a different context. You and Law exit the slide and come to a halt.

 “That was so much fun.” You lift up with your hands in the air, while Law falls back on the slide. “You okay Law?” He doesn’t respond. I’m taking that as a no…

~~~~

 After Law recovers from his trip down the ferocious slide you make your way to the Museum of Life and Death.

 “Welcome everyone!” The tour guide dressed in white waves his hands. “I’m Life!”

 “Hello, I am Death.” A girl dressed up like the grim reaper swung around a foam scythe. “Follow us.”

 “Here, so we don’t get separated in the crowd.” You blush as Law laces his hands with yours.

 “Aww Law if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” You elbow his side as he glares down at you. Much to your surprise he releases your hand. Your lips part out of shock. The audacity!  “Law…” You try to grab his hand again but he keeps avoiding you. 

 “Aww Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” He mocks before grabbing your hand again. 

 “Your a brat Law.”

 “Takes one to know one.”

~~~~

  The two tour guides took you from exhibit to exhibit explaining their role in the birth and demise of each specimen. You look up at Law and see his eyes sparkle with delight. Only he would be this happy about seeing the skeleton of a tree frog.

 He stole your phone and took pictures of anything and everything. But he suddenly stops and quirks his brow.

 “Is that what I think it is?” He points to an exhibit that had two skeletons in a very ��suggestive’ position.

 “Umm.” You and him look at the exhibit and then back at each other. “Yeah they are totally screwing.” You watch as Law holds back laughter.

 “So I’m sure some of you have already caught onto this act of love.” The man known as Life points at the exhibit. “It's also the start of all life.”

 “It is also the start of death.” The girl known as Death pipes in. “From the moment you are born you inch closer and closer to the inevitable fate bestowed onto all living beings.”

 “As grim as that seems.” Life takes over again. “Life is still beautiful.” Life and Death smile at one another “If you take anything away from today's tour, let it be this. Live your life and enjoy the life you live.” And with that the tour ends.

~~~~

 “So did you have a good time?” You buckle up and look over at Law.

 ���I did, thank you for bringing me.” His stomach grumbles. “But I’m starving.”

 “Me too.” You smile thinking about the surprise. He’s going to love it.

 “So what exactly is this surprise dinner of yours?” You shake your head. 

 “You’ll just have to wait and see~” 

~~~~

 You have Law close his eyes before pulling into the parking lot of the destination. The outside of the building is a dead giveaway considering it’s shaped like a ship.

 “I swear if I fall I will never forgive you.” Law grips onto your arm as you guide him into the building.

 “I won’t, besides we are almost there.” You walk him up a few stairs before opening the door handle that was shaped like a sword hilt. Air rushes out of the building and into your face. 

 “You can open now!”

 Law scans the room with a look of pure confusion on his face. All around were people dressed up as stereotypical pirates, fake treasure chest filled with plastic gold coins sat in every corner and the room smelt like salt water.

 “Y/N?” Law grabs onto your forearm and leans down.“What exactly am I looking at?”

 “It’s a pirate themed dinner show!”

 “I see.”

 “So what do you think?” You look up at Law’s expression and feel a little sad. He looks unamused.  “I’m sorry Law, this was a stupid idea we can leave if you want to.” The disappointment in your voice alerts Law. Yes he thinks it's very weird, yes he’s confused. But he also sees the amusement of this place.

 “No actually, I think this will be fun.” He pulls you close and feels a wave of relief seeing you smile again. 

 You and Law walk into the main venue. The seating was colosseum style around a huge stage where the actors would perform. Once you got to your seats a waiter came around to get your drink orders. 

 “This is.” Law took a sip of his iced tea. “This is the best tea I’ve ever had.” You watch as Law downs the entire sweet tea. “What’s in this that makes it so good?”

 “Sugar… lots and lots of sugar.” You take a sip out of your own drink. 

 “It slays.” 

 “Law....” You nearly spit your drink out while holding back a laugh. “Do you just say..”

 “I did. Because this tea slays.” The waitress came up to fill his cup. 

 “What other modern slang terms do you know?”

 “Rizz. And according to the internet I have it.” 

 “Yeah, I'd have to agree.”

 The lights in the auditorium dim as a loud bang resembling cannon fire echoes in the room. Most people jumped in their seats, you included. But Law didn’t move a muscle, probably because he was used to the sound. 

 You watch as a huge crowd of pirates come on stage and start fighting one another over a treasure chest. Law chuckles when the captains walk out on stage to fight. 

 “I wonder what they would think if they knew a real pirate captain was In the crowd?” Law whispers in your ear. 

 “They’d probably think you're crazy.” You scooch closer to him “Especially if you mentioned your navigator was a polar bear.” A very cute one at that~

 “What do we have here?” You and Law froze when a spotlight was put on both of you. “What a fine maiden we have here.” The ‘evil’ pirate captain came up to you. “I think I’ll take you with me.” 

 “Like hell you will.” Law wraps an arm around your back. The gesture gave you butterflies, but your curiosity gets the best of you. 

 “Sure.” You shrug your shoulders and wiggle out of the firm hold he had you in. “Lead the way.” You walk away with the evil pirate leaving a very confused Law behind. 

 The pirate takes you up to a platform. It was a little nerve wracking to be high up. The pirate wraps his arm around you before walking to the end of the platform. 

 “If you want yer woman back you’ll have to take out my men!” You see Law standing up in his seat below. He looks absolutely feral and you're living for it. “And if you survive you’ll have to fight me!” The crowd cheers as a staff member hands Law a fake sword. “Now my lady, any words of encouragement for your daring fellow.”

 “Go easy on them.” You wink at Law who’s finally catching on to what’s happening. He gets to play hero. 

 You watch as Law skillfully but gently, takes down each pirate one by one. From time to time you would yell out a “Save me.” just to egg him on. 

 “Are you ready for the real fight!” The captain yells out as Law climbs the ladder up to the platform. 

 “I could say the same to you.” Law smirks before jumping onto the platform. “I’ll take my girl back now if you don’t mind.” You step back and let the two captains duke it out over you. The actor whispers something to Law before they begin to battle. 

 In the end Law of course won. With one final swing of the provided prop sword, the evil captain went falling into the water below. You ran up to Law and stood by his side. 

 “Thanks for saving me, how could I ever repay you~”

 “Like this.” Law grabs your cheeks and turns you away from the crowd before smashing his lips against yours. The crowd around you starts to whistle and cheer as Law kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. In reality that is the case.

 “Let’s hear it for the new King and Queen of the pirates!” The announcer's voice echoes the stage as Law pulls away. 

 “I guess I beat Strawhat to it.” Law smiles before giving your forehead a quick kiss. To say you were on cloud 9 would be an understatement. 

 “That you did, Captain.”

~~~~

  “Hey driver princess, what was the name of that song again?” Driver princess? Law was scrolling through your playlist. You think for a second and it clicks.

 “Oh I know.” In the days Law has been with you he has started to like listening to music. But the music he likes is not what you thought it would be. In your head you imagined him like grunge music or something more on the edgy side, but to your surprise.“It’s called For the first time.”

 “Yeah, that’s the one.” Law finds the song and smiles hearing the song start up.

 You can’t help but smile hearing him hum or ever so quietly sing one of the lyrics. He was out of his element, but at the same time in it. The song comes to an end and Law scrolls through once more to find a song.

 “Can I tell you something  Y/N?” You glance over to see Law tapping his tattooed fingers against his thigh. Is he nervous? With a curt nod from you he continues. “When I first listened to this song it made me think of you.” You think of the lyrics and what they mean. “I know it’s my last day here and all, but I have a feeling that I will see you again one day.” Comfort washes over you at his words.

 “I feel like I will too.” Your hand reaches over and intertwines with his. The tension in the car diminishes as Law gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

~~~~

  By the time you got home it was already 11:30PM, meaning Law leaves in half an hour. Your phone buzzes and you see another text 

 “Your wish must be in the same room in which it spawned.” 

 “Hey Law.” You knock on the door outside of his room. The door opens and you see he’s wearing the outfit he had on when he first arrived. “I got a text saying you need to be in my room at midnight.” 

 “I’m almost ready.” You nod as he walks into the bathroom. 

 You look at the neatly made bed and the piles of folded clothes that he wore during his time here. A sharp pain daggers through your chest. He is going to be gone soon. Tomorrow he won’t be here when you wake up, you’ll be alone. Your eyes start to sting but you stop before tears could form. I want to be smiling before he goes. 

 11:55PM

 You and Law talk about everything that’s happened with smiles on your faces.

 11:56PM 

 You give Law printed pictures of the photos you took today. He smiles and tucks them into his coat pocket.

 11:57PM 

 Reality comes crashing in for the both of you.  Law sits down on the bed with you and holds you close to him as you fight back tears. 

 11:58PM 

 Law stands up from the bed and goes to the spot in the middle of your room where he first showed up. 

 “Law before you go. I want to give you something.” You run out of your room and come back with something in your hands. Law's eyes glass over seeing what you're giving to him. 

 “Y/N… Are you serious?” You smile and place the Corazon figure in his hands. 

 “Yes I am.” 

11:59PM

 “You won’t forget me, will you Law?” You wrap your arms and take in his scent for one more time.

 “I could never forget you.” Law did the same. “You gonna keep that promise?”

 “I will.” You pull back long enough to kiss him one last time. 

 “Good girl.” He smiles and looks at the time 20 more seconds. “If you ever find yourself In my world, come find me. I just know the crew would love you.”  Just like I do 

 “Is this my invitation to the heart pirates?” 

 “It sure is.” Law wraps you in his arms. “And I’m not a very patient captain, so don’t leave me waiting too long.” 

 “I’ll try not to.” 10 seconds 

 “I’ll hold you to that.” Law holds you closer to his body. “ROOM.” “SHAMBLES.” “I left you a little surprise, you just have to find it.”  

 “Good bye Y/N.”

 “Good bye Law.” 

 The arms that were wrapped around Law come around your own body. 

 12:00AM

 Law is gone. 

 The breath you’ve held for the past half hour starts seeping out of your lips. The tears you fought back cascade down your face. He was truly gone. Through your blurring vision something white and fluffy caught your attention.

 “Is that?” You look at your bed and see the squishmallow on your bed had a familiar hat on it. “Law.” You rush over to the bed and take the hat off the stuffed animal. A small note was tucked inside of it. 

 “You can toss that crappy replica out, you’ve got the real deal now. Take good care of it. Thank you for everything Y/N, take care and keep your promise. 

                                              -I’ll see you again soon                         

                                                       Love Law

                P.S I stole one of your squishmallow’s :) 

              What did you expect, I’m a pirate after all?

 You frantically look around the room to see which one he took. “THAT JERK! HE TOOK THE RAREST ONE.” 

 ~~~~Keeping your promise~~~~

 In the weeks since Law went back to his world, your life changed dramatically. You texted the girl from the museum and started to meet up with her. She even introduced you to her other friends. Slowly but surely you had an abundance of good people who truly cared about you.

~~~~

 It had been years and years ago since that week and not one day has passed where you didn’t think about it.  Even after one piece ended, even as your hair got greyer, not once did you forget about Law or the time you shared with him.. 

~~~~

 The heart monitor beeps slowly as you take in shaky breaths. Death is creeping up on me. It was a strange feeling knowing you were about to die, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. You felt no fear or no real pain. It felt like going up a hill on a rollercoaster. Scary but at the same time exciting.  I’ve lived a good life.  Your weak hands grab the white, blacked dotted hat that belonged to Law. The one he gave you all those years ago. The comfort you felt when you held it against your chest was enough to let you know.. It’s going to be okay.  Your vision was becoming darker and darker. It’s time to go, Y/N…

~~~~

 “Miss L/N it’s time for you to take meds.” A nurse comes into the door to see the flatline on your heart monitor.  The pills drop into the floor as she yells for a doctor. 

 By the time the doctor got to the room it was too late. You were gone.

~~~~

 Death was strange. One moment you were on a bed dying, but now it felt like you were traveling through time itself. Your senses are heightened as colors fill the void. So this is the afterlife? Then suddenly the rapid momentum stopped, as if you were on an elevator that stopped at the floor it wanted you on.  Then once again the darkness enveloped you.

~~~~

 “Bepo give her some room.” Bepo?

  “I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve been wanting to meet her for a while now.” That voice..

  “We all have. She is the captain's favorite character after all.” Favorite character?

  “Wait, I think she’s waking up! Let’s go get the captain!” Heavy footsteps echo in your head. 

 Your eyes open to the unfamiliar room. Where am I? The walls were made of what appeared to be metal and it felt oddly familiar. Have I seen this before? Your eyes land on a small dresser that sat in the corner of the room. Wait, that's…. You stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. The corazon figure I gave to….

 “Look who finally showed up.” Your hand clasps around your mouth as tears run down your face, realizing where you were. You turn around and see the man you loved more than anything. He too had tears in his familiar golden eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” No words could form. I’m really here. His arms open and you run into them. The warm embrace brought back the happy memories of his time in your universe. And now here you are, together once again. 

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N”

~End~

 

~~~Bonus~~~

 “You guys can come in now.” Law kissed your forehead and pulled away. The metal door swung open and the crew rushed in one by one. “Everyone meet Y/N.”

 “Hello!” The crew said in unison while gathering closer around you.

 “Garchu!” You found yourself surrounded by a blanket of white fur. 

 “Garchu Bepo!” You wrapped your arms around the polar bear and nuzzled into him. “I always knew you'd be soft.”

 “Quit hogging her Bepo!” Bepo let you down with a small ‘sorry’. “I’m so excited to finally have another girl on the crew!” You found yourself yet again in an embrace. “I’m-”

 “Ikkaku!” 

 “I told you guys.” Law smiled seeing how shocked his crew was. “She already knows every single one of you.”

 “Come on, let's show her around!” Penguin came up and grabbed your hand.

 “Follow us!” Shachi grabbed your other hand. 

 Law watched as his crew fawned over you and vice versa. They showed you every inch of the ship while telling you stories about their adventures. Finally they wore out and Law could be alone with you again once more.

 “I still can’t believe I’m here.” You sat on Law’s bed with a huge grin on your face. 

 “Me either, but I always knew you’d show up eventually.” Law walked over to a closet and started rummaging through it. “Especially since I had this~” He held up the very rare Squishmallow he stole.

 “I almost forgot about that!” You ran and took the stuffed animal from his hands. 

 “That’s not the only thing I have for you.” Law once again rummaged through the closet before pulling out a uniform. “When I was in your world I saw a drawing on your computer of the outfit you would wear if you were on my crew.” You remembered drawing it, but had no idea he saw it. “So I had it made for you. Try it on.” You put the uniform on and it fit your body perfectly. 

 “I look so cool!.” You spun around in the mirror and admired yourself. “So I take this means…” 

 “It does.” Law smiled. “F/N L/N, welcome to the heart pirates.”