#law ..🍃

[awooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

well i wasn't expecting that-

[sukunas-play-thing]

The more I try to look up mote about this and not finding anyone talking about this infuriates me to no end. I truly wanna know why Law was not interested in boa's beauty.

I totally get it that she's absolutely stunning, (I'm Hella jealous she makes me feel so ugly compared to her she's so cool though still)

And being a law girly kinda makes me feel a type a way knowing he's one of the few men unaffected by her. No one talks about this. At all. Anywhere I've looked, and he's never mentioned either but other characters are? The only times law is mentioned being unaffected, is in his wiki. Under relationships

Okay, okay, hear me out. It's a HUGE possibility he wasn't bothered by her beauty because let's face facts. Law was OBSESSED with his revenge been obsessed since he was at least 17 after he discovered Doflamingo was crowned king of dressrosa. It's why Law began to set sail in the first place. To take him down and avenging his father figure. Even if it cost him his life.

On a less heavier note. The fanficccsss about this would be so amazing. 🔥

Imagine it. Here me out please.

Readers self conscious and has issues with her image. (Same me. I'm reader). And discovering law is completely unaffected by Boa!? Not drooling and foaming out the mouth and being all in all creepy and worhshippy every time Boa is around?. Can you imagine how thazd make you feel being laws lover and seeing g him like "eh. My lovers beautiful. More beautiful.". It makes me feel a type of way. He'd be such a great partner I'm dead serious. He'd never be the flirty type. Only for you. Only flirting. With you. Always going the extra mile and being a show off. For you. And not even Boa fucking Hancock can avert his gaze from you.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

[tsumussweetheart]

100 out of 1,043 completed🫡

[styleinthemeanwhile]

been meaning to start posting my actual thoughts and engaging with fandoms and etc on tumblr more and i’d love to have mutuals who share my interests!

[spliffymae]

yk what lemme hurry my ass up and read op so i can get to law 😫

thinking about plug!law who’d fuck you while your shitty boyfriend just had to call you. “you better plan on fucking dropping him soon,” he’d grunt, thrusting further into your warmth. “‘s pussy’s mine now. bastard doesn’t like it—“ law would grunt, adding one extra forceful thrust. “—he can kick fucking rocks. answer it.” of course you’d do as told and would expect him to stop the moment the call connected but nope! plug!law would continue fucking you, and he’d add in the clit rub mix for free just to get a reaction out of you. it’d be hard for your sweet voice to even ask what your boyfriend wanted, because you’d be too caught up in trying not to whine out for law to fuck into you harder. your soft moans are not missed as your boyfriend aggressively questions why you weren’t paying attention to him. plug!law would hear the commotion on the other end of the line and grin proudly as he’d lean down to suck on your pebbly nipples, your entire body just ready to submit under his command. with a not so subtle pop! sound, he’d tease by muttering, “you gonna tell him what our smoke sessions really consist of, or should i?” when you’d press your pretty manicured fingers along the lines of his abs and down near his pelvis, the dirty drug dealer would chucke malevolently before placing his own hand on your neck.

you definitely couldn’t talk now.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

I feel like that anime picture of a guy holding back a child with a knife is representative of Dante holding me back from beating the shit out of Randal some days AHXHSHAHA

[cozycottagetarot]

Your Future In-Laws First Impression of You

Pile 1 🪸 Pile 2 🛩️ Pile 3 ☔️

Notes:

This reading covers Your future in-laws (married or long-term partner) first impression of you as well as how they receive you. It's purely for entertainment purposes only. Take what only what resonates be it some, all or none.

I've been feeling mildly scatterbrained when it comes to organising my thoughts and I didn't have the mental capacity to design any graphics. Hopefully, this reading is still clear though.

Elle 🍃

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Photos From Unsplash: Pile 1 image source | Pile 2 image source | Pile 3 image source

PILE 1

What do they think of you?

Cards: Cat’s Claw (Purification), Lion’s Mane (Leadership), Lavender (Weaver), Ace of Swords, King of Cups, Four of Swords

Your in-laws first impression of you is one of being impressed and intrigued. From the cards pulled (including the next section) it feels like your future in-laws will be a very tight-knit family, so your future long-term partner/spouse introducing you is very much a big deal. I feel like it could be at a family gathering or you’re invited to an important event where you meet them there. You could give off the impression of being very regal and revered. I think your future in-laws will be very satisfied with you and see you as exactly what they want for their child/relative. They could also be cautious of you in the sense that you may give off the energy of calm but not to be messed with. They could view you as someone who is very balanced energetically. You could give off an enticing blend of masculine and feminine qualities.

You could also give off the impression of someone whose intelligence comes from observing a situation first. The only card that didn’t quite 'blend' as seamlessly initially for me here is the Four of Swords. You could give off a very unfazed vibe at times… or seem as though you’re uninterested in what’s going on all while simultaneously being on high alert. It could come from past experiences though that leaves you this way and I think your in-laws will be able to pick up on that as well. For others, you could just have this attractive, leadership energy and your in-laws' first impression of you could be “This person is great, but they sound like they need to rest.”

How will they receive you? Cards: Tobacco (Offering) , Arnica (Teacher), Saint John’s Wort (Radiance), Death, Six of Pentacles, The Hermit reversed

Your future in-laws will receive you with open arms. Right off the bat they’re going to take you in and share with you their wisdom and their love. Even if you and your in-laws may have differences, they’ll show you from the start that they are willing to get to know who you are and build a relationship with you. For them, your presence welcomes the start of a new beginning in their family. I feel like your in-laws may be very traditional but also open. They will want to help nurture you. For some of you, they may give a physical gift for you or offer you an opportunity of some kind.

PILE 2

What do they think of you? Cards: Rosemary (ancient memory), Gingko (breakthrough), Psilocybin (commune), Knight of Cups, Two of Swords, The Emperor, Knight of Wands

If you were drawn to pile 1, you could consider checking out that pile as well after.

I don’t know if you’re sleepy or what pile 2, but something to do with sleep is coming through for you. I figured maybe some of you may meet your in-laws at night, for others you may have an intense intellectual energy and it’s like “Wow, does this person ever sleep?” Your in-laws may see you as someone charming, playful or good fun, but overall super focused and fixated on a specific thing. For some of you, you may not have the best social skills? You might say things that catch them off guard, but I don’t think they’ll think less of you for it. Your person could have a big family, so there may be many in-laws you meet. They definitely see you as committed to what you set your mind to and that when you make a decision about something, it’s not one you make lightly. You give your all to projects and people. They may see you as a visionary, someone with lots of wisdom and brilliant ideas. I think that you might even influence them, if not completely change their perspective on a matter. If there are children around you may interact with them well, almost like a mentor and I think your future in-laws will be pleased with that. You may not directly interact with them when they form their first impression of you, they may simply observe you from a distance. For others, it could be that you flit back and forth between intellectual intensity that makes you seem older than you are one minute and embodying a child-like sense of wonder and whimsiness that makes you see younger the next.

How will they receive you? Cards: Rose (love), Cannabis (detachment), Tulsi (wealth), 10 of Cups, Page of Swords, 6 of Wands

*If you’re struggling with anxiety or sleep, there’s a message here to take time and care around cultivating inner calm. Quick fixes might do more harm than good currently.

There’s not one uniform energy here, like I mentioned before, it feels like various people I’m picking up on (so forgive me if this feels slightly scattered). For some, they might seem a little bit detached or unexpressive but they like you. It could be that they quite honestly didn’t want to like you but they do, or the initial getting to know one another might be rocky before you finally get to a point where it's like "yeah, y/n is pretty great.". Regardless, you’ll feel welcomed and you’ll be received with grace. I’m also picking up on some may want to get on your good side because they see you as someone successful or capable of great success so they may try to wow you. They may want to learn from you as well. I definitely pick up on someone seeking you out in hopes that you’ll teach them about something. They may welcome you by striking up a conversation.

PILE 3

What do they think of you? Cards: Palo Santo (Guardian), Jergón Sacha (Transfiguration), Chamomile (Inner Peace) reversed Four of Wands reversed, Ace of Swords, Two of Wands

It's not quite clear who's energy is what but I did my best. I think both you and your future in-laws may kind of flip back and forth feeling the same way about each other because I did pull some cards to represent your impression of your in-laws and was getting the same vibes and their impression of you.

There are multiple scenarios here so I split it up into bullet points.

Your future in-laws might need a minute to process who you are (aesthetic/interest-wise). (I also got they may need a couple years to come to terms with you? 😭 However, editing this it could have been that it took them a while to come to terms with their child/relative's type?)

I think you take everything they expect and flip it on their head, for better or worse.

I don’t sense any malice, but I definitely think that they may feel slightly avoidant of you at first? I don’t know why but I keep envisioning when you watch those movies and there’s someone coming over and the couple is in a panic and trying to act natural… I’m not sure that makes sense, but that’s what I keep getting. It’s not like 'Oh, we don’t like this person’. It’s more of an "X is coming and I didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare’. Some people just have a big personality, and even if you do like them you just kind of need to prepare yourself for them still 😅

For some of you, it could be that they’re worried you’ll lead their child/relative down a path they don’t agree with??? There’s fear here and the words aren’t coming out right because your in-laws like I said may not be able to immediately process you. I just get this weary sense, and that they know well enough there is no need to be weary of you.

Another possibility that comes to me is your person/future spouse may have also been one of those kids that leave their parents stressed 24/7 (like my sister), so your future in-laws try to run every scenario through their head trying to prepare themselves for what their child's partner could be like. They could also be relieved that you’re nothing like what they expected.

It could also be that they could feel like you’re the one who's guarded and has a wall up, or you’re anxious about meeting them and they pick up on that?

How will they receive you? Cards: Ashwagandha (purpose), Ginseng (magician), Sage (blessing), Mandrake (sensuality) The Magician, The Hierophant, Queen of Swords

While I was pulling the cards, “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan suddenly started ‘playing’ in my head. Your future in-laws may kind of see you as their pet project of sorts. Not like you need fixing in any way, you might just seem like a good candidate for something one or both of your in-laws have in mind. Good or bad thing that’s on a case-by-case basis. You’ve got the hierophant and magician and for whatever reason, the imagery especially kind of put that in my head. They may have certain rules or values that they will communicate are important to them. Those two cards, as well as the queen of swords, are all holding an item and I heard a 'talking stick'?? Maybe it means something to someone or maybe I just need to rest lol. I think your in-laws will do their best to form a relationship with you. One thing that definitely feels evident is that they will know you’re their child/relative's person. Their initial feelings from their impression of you may completely switch when it comes to interacting with you. They’ll put a genuine effort into getting to know you, and not just a courtesy get-to-know-you type of interaction. They genuinely want to connect with you and understand you. They’ll try to release any preconceived notions towards you and they may even verbalise this as well.

[theladybrownstarot]

~𝓛𝓐𝓓𝓨𝓑𝓡𝓞𝓦𝓝𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓣 ~

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🐚🌴ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔬𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔡𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯. - 𝔎𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔫𝔞

~☆~

🦚 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 - Closed

🕊 𝕰𝖝𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 - Closed

🦢 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - March/April 2025

~☆~

🐚🍀 𝔄 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣𝔰,𝔄𝔰 ℌ𝔢 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔰.𝔖𝔬 𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰"- 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔨𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔫𝔞

|𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼-ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊|🪷🐚🍀

(1) How will be 2024 for you ?

(2) How will be the month of January?

(3) How will be the month of March?

(4) How will be the month of April?

(5) How will be the month of May?

(6) How will be the month of June?

(7) How will be the month of July?

(8) How will be the month of August?

(9) How will be Your next 2 months ?

|𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊|🌸🐚🍀

(1) Fs and your's relationship dynamic

(2) yours v/s their's first impression

(3) messages from your future spouse pt.1

(4) In-laws first impression on you

(5) fun facts about your fs

(6) why you haven't met the one yet?

(7) What messages your future spouse wants to give you ? Pt.2

(8) What messages your future spouse wants to give you ? Pt.3

(9) Why will your future spouse choose you ?

|𝔻𝕀𝔼𝕋𝕐- ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊|🪷🐚🍀

(1)From:Lord krishna

(2)From:Bhagwan Ganesha

|𝔾𝕌𝕀𝔻𝔸ℕℂ𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾s|🌺🐚🍀

(1) spirit guide's messages for you

(2) Spirit guide's messages for you

♡|𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕐 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌|🌺🐚🍀

(1) Who are you according to tarot?

(2) What makes people get attracted to you?

(3) Your vibes accordingly to people and urs also

(4) what makes people fall in love with you ?

(5) Your next glow up ♡

(6) Just For A Moment Listen To Me ✧

| 𝕃𝕀𝔽𝔼 - 𝔾𝕌𝕀𝔻𝔸ℕℂ𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕤 |🌾🐚🍀

(1) What kind of changes do you need to make in-order to live the life you want ?

(2) What does your feminine side wants you to know ? (Collab : @tarot-by-e11e ♡)

(3) What you should know about the situation you are facing ?

(4) Improvement Insights for development ahead 🤍

(5) What kind of healing are you being called up for ?

˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖

|𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕆𝕋 𝕆𝔹𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊|

˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚☽◯☾˚₊‧⁺˖

(1) Tarot learning

(2) Tarot learning

🐚🪷 NOTE : The following are general pac of aggregate people not one person which may resonates OR not so any advice or decision shall be made according to you personally .

🐚🪷 : I do not provide celebrity readings to respect their privacy, but I may host entertainment games instead of events.

🪷 🅵🆁🅴🅴 - 🅴🆅🅴🅽🆃🆂 🪷

🪄|𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔼-𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕆𝕋 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊|ask me anything🪞

Birthday Mini Combo Event. [CLOSED]

The Mini Numerology Event. [CLOSED]

Mini Event (2) [CLOSED]

🪄|𝕆ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕃𝔼 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊|let Me guide you🪞

Universe -CMs. [CLOSED]

On the way to you only. [CLOSED]

🪄|𝕄𝕀𝕊ℂ𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔸ℕ𝔼𝕆𝕌𝕊 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊|for fun🪞

The witches To Meet [CLOSED]

All Events as per 2024-25.

🐚🪷 NOTE:I conduct events, not games. All events are designed to offer guidance and assistance, please respect the tarot and my abilities. Readings may or may not resonate with you. I will assist you as much as I can, but ultimately it's up to you to take control. I may not be a professional reader, but I practice frequently.

©️ @theladybrownstarot 2023 all rights reserved. Any stealing Or copying of work will be a punishable offence.

[gaypiece]

ok update on this hc i am hi(🍁🍃) so maybe disregard this but i thought of a rly poetic law pining and came up with this line:

that smile was bright enough to melt glaciers, and bright enough to melt the one that was my heart

ok thats all

law may be cold and grumpy but nothing can convince me that hes not the biggest softie when hes in love

[sukunas-play-thing]

I made this

We all know he'd make us stay back 😢 😭 😢 😭 😢 😭 😢 😭 😢 😭 😢 😭

[turtletaubwrites]

Turtletaub Fic Recs ~ Part 2

I continue to get floored by the amazing and delectable One Piece fics I encounter here, so here's another batch! I hope you enjoy this list as much as I have, and that you go show these incredible writers some love! ~ NSFW Fics will be marked with a 🔥 | Other Fic Rec Lists ~ | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Ace

Ready? 🔥 ~ by @maddddstuff  ~ Here's some oh so fucking good smutty smut. Ace easing you through it 🍑 because he's the perfect, scrumptious guy. I should have waited for a better time to read it, but I couldn't help myself 😅

Barto

Dance Inside 🔥 ~ by @bartosbabymama ~ I love when you have a crush, and now you're sitting in their lap 🥰 He is way too fine, and this is smutty and cute. Barto and his fangs need more love! 💚

Buggy

Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more ~ by @lostfirefly ~ Chapter 1 hit me right in the feels! Such a well written couple's argument that made me want to shake them both, and teach Buggy some communication skills 😭 Chapter 2 was the perfect, sweet conclusion 🥰🤡

I’m full of surprises ~ by @hey-august ~ This is so lovely, and cute, and magical 🥰✨ Feels like letting yourself be free, letting the adventure start. Buggy is so sweet, and I wish his ship had shown up when I needed it.

Crocodile

The Sand Dragon and I 🔥 ~ by @discordantwritings ~ I'm OBSESSED. If you ever read Dealing with Dragons as a kid, get ready for the tastiest adult version of that. 🐲🥵 I would gladly serve Sir Crocodile, I don't even care.

Kid

Calm Down ~ by @sheerxfiction ~ This is fucking adorable, and brought me back to growing up in a hippie stoner town. He's a grump, but all he needed was weed and smooches 🍃🥰 So stinkin' cute, go check it out!

Law

Law Helping You Study 🔥 ~ by @nina-ya ~ Just the sexiest lil study session ever. Law is such a nerd, and has no right being this hot 🥵 Well written smut that I'll definitely read again!

Down the Alley 🔥 ~ by @quinloki ~ VERY inappropriate use of devil fruit powers 🤭 This is so hot! Where is Law when I need him? I need to try this out asap 😭🥵

Mihawk

The Hat Stays ON 🔥 ~ by @sordidmusings ~ Desperate Mihawk desperate Mihawk DESPERATE MIHAWK! This is so flipping hot, go have a read. It is TOO GOOD! 🥵

Multi and/or Character x Character

The Crow's Nest | Zoro x Sanji | ~ by @shewrites02 ~ Such a beautiful, sweet, angsty Zosan fic that made my heart melt! 😭 It’s got Whole Cake Island spoilers, but if you’re caught up, then do yourself a favor and read this! I love them so much, and this wonderfully written fic gave me all the feels 💛💚

Nami

One For Me ~ by @maplekzh ~ This is lovely, and fluffy, and hot! Just the sweetest little moment with Nami x GN!Reader in an established relationship, and I adore how Nami is written here 🍊

Robin

drowning ~ by @oxittocin ~ I love Robin so much, and this is so goood 😭😭 Angsty and sweet, from Robin's POV. It makes me want to wrap her up in a blanket, and make sure she never has another bad day for the rest of her life!

Sanji

Just For One Dance ~ by @gingernut1314 ~ I adored this sweet yearning goodness! It captures one of those rare, magical moments between two people that might not have long together, but will never forget each other. I loved it 🥰

Shanks

Two More Times 🔥 ~ by @fanaticsnail ~ This is insanely good brat taming smut with Daddy Shanks. (Also sweet and lovely because that's our Shanks 🥰) Seriously 🥵🥵🥵 HIGHLY recommend!!!

Zoro

Mean-Mugging ~ by @indydonuts ~ I can't describe how fucking cute this fluffy fic is. I snorted at the Straw Hats antics, then had to immediately go tell my partner about it because it's just so CUTE!! 😭💚 Zoro is so sweet, even if he's scary looking 😅

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[tleeaves]

Rule(heart)breaker pt. II

Tokyo Debunker | Ritsu Shinjo x reader/MC Warnings: none Description: ritsu shinjo fails and try, tries again... and again... aaaand again. contains low grade angst and high-grade ridiculousness. slightly yandere vibes if you get real close and cross your eyes. Author's note: as requested, here's a part ii to this short fic idea here. longer than the first part and there's likely to be a part iii when I can get around to it. writing for ritsu kind of started as a joke since I also study law but now I'm kinda attached to this idea ngl. might eventually edit and upload this series to ao3 as a multi-chapter fic, we'll see. - T. Lee 🍃

It was Day Thirty-three of Ritsu Shinjo’s battle to get you back. He stood in his dormitory room, dressed in a matching set of pinstriped grey pyjamas ironed to perfection, and observed the corkboard he had set up on the wall. Notes, pictures, and red string wound around pins mapping out his trials and errors.

Everything began simple enough at first. A phone call the first day to ask you to reconsider your statement. You did not pick up. Nor would you for the next three days, at which point Ritsu considered his next step. He knew your class schedule by heart. So, naturally, he began trying to track you down between classes to make his case in person. By the end of that first week, you had called him nine colourful terms and flipped him off with three of those.

Ritsu Shinjo knew the risks of client abuses when working in the legal field. He knew the troubles of fickle associates and ruthless adversaries. No one prepared him for an unwilling business partner—let alone one that so swiftly appeared to detest him. A selfish and competitively ambitious partner, certainly, but not one he needed to keep who did not want to be kept.

It would be easier, he had reasoned, to merely acquire a more adequate person to work with who was less cranky, less preoccupied, and more enthusiastic. But Ritsu quickly found that to be impractical option. The use of you was that you were Darkwick Inspector. So, not only did he need you to reel in higher-ranked missions for Sinostra for the credit and sign offs, but he also needed an insider on all the other houses. You were, clearly, the prime person to keep close. And now he had gone and upset you—quite accidentally, of course—which placed Sinostra in a precarious position. Because during the second week, on exactly the Tenth Day of battle, you ignored the request to attend to Sinostra.

Ritsu had ensured the proper avenues from Vice-Captain Romeo S. Lucci to Captain Taiga Hoshibami (via a signature the captain was unlikely to remember giving out) to the heads of the houses and the chancellor himself were all followed. He dotted his i's and crossed his t’s, did it all by the book and followed the chain of authority for once. And somehow you had managed to worm your way out of the Sinostra assignment to take on a different one in Frostheim, a place you were much more difficult to reach when the likes of Jin Kamurai practically held you hostage.

It was affecting Sinostra’s progress. Ritsu Shinjo had brought this upon the house himself and now he needed to amend the mistake before Romeo’s wails of developing premature wrinkles over the matter actually manifested.

On Day Eleven, Ritsu managed to catch you on your way back to the cathedral, thankfully before closing business hours. He made his plea and even offered you an elegant fountain pen from his exquisite collection of stationery to gain favour. His father would approve of buttering up people with professional gifts.

You took the pen and promptly seized Ritsu’s hand to write “DICKHEAD” across the back. His fault, perhaps, for this being the one time he had not worn his gloves. He had watched you storm off (you kept the pen, as was your right, unfortunately, since he had already confirmed it was a gift and therefore equitably transferred ownership) swaying on the path, hand still aloft as the dark ink spelling out his crime against your good humour dried.

He tried coffees for the next series of mornings where he caught you on your way to 9 AM classes and mission calls. You were merciful enough not to spill any on him this time. But many likely poisoned the innocent shrubbery lining the academy’s pathways by the time he gave up that endeavour.

He really, really wanted to accuse you of assault, battery, or littering at the very least. Ritsu knew that to get on your good side though, his role now was not just an agent of the law but a savvy business partner. A partner would put their other partner first if it meant saving their business. And Ritsu was in the business of climbing the ladder, so he needed you. The temptation was difficult to fight when you threw the silver watch he bought you at his head.

He knew he should have opted for gold.

Third week in and he truly began to realise you changed. Ritsu listened back on recordings, paced a trench into the carpet of his rooms, and sorted through his appendices of photographic evidence to pinpoint exactly what it was and when it started. To his surmounting horror, the signs began well before you resigned.

When you first arrived at the academy, you were a timid honour student being dragged around by ghouls every which way with nary a peep made about it. The more familiar with the environment you became, however, the more pronounced your backbone grew. Ritsu felt with an odd sense of pride that you might have come into your own as an advocate like him—if you would only refrain from your more unruly tendencies.

On Day Eighteen, he gifted you a monogrammed handkerchief and kept his invoice for his dry-cleaning from the day of your resigning quiet. He could afford it, even if his pride and sense of equity told him you should be paying for the damages. Ritsu had managed to develop a behavioural chart for you, similar to the one he had for Taiga. That was how he knew the likely time to catch you in a more sedate mood, making you more susceptible to his gifts and pleas. Ritsu straightened up, pleased, when you accepted the handkerchief. You had not accepted his business offer, but he counted this as progress.

At least, that was until he found the handkerchief delivered to his rooms in Sinostra, decorated with dark lipstick marks that seemed to taunt him with its unwashed state. By this point, Ritsu could practically hear your voice saying, pay me for the dry-cleaning this time, asshole. Perhaps he should start a prediction chart for your responses to certain circumstances too.

Things were getting dire when you started disappearing for days at a time on more intense missions with other houses. You still had not returned to Sinostra. Romeo was hanging by a thread. Ritsu kept his cool, same as ever. There was no problem he could not solve.

Save for the fact that it became clear you were ignoring him. Calls, texts, summons, and waves on campus when he managed to catch a rare glimpse of you went unanswered. Worse still, you had other ghouls with you constantly now. That did not stop Ritsu from gathering intelligence though. Most students merely raised eyebrows and continued to ignore him when he recorded your conversations from around corners. This might have been considered a breach of privacy and perhaps even inadmissible as evidence in a court, but you were in a public space and he was not in a courtroom.

Day Twenty-nine and Ritsu found himself swallowing down an uncomfortable feeling. He was trying a bouquet of flowers today. That was professional. Many coworkers gifted each other flowers for various occasions. Ritsu figured this was not far outside the realm of associate-like behaviour.

You had just returned from another gruelling mission that landed you in the clinic. Ritsu carefully placed the bouquet at your bedside with a printed note. You refused to even look at him. If this continued for another month, your curse would be halfway in its progression already. Ritsu would never let the opposition see him sweat. But as he left your room, the one of six handkerchiefs he kept on his person was used to dab at his face.

Ritsu Shinjo was supposed to be perfect. He was going to be Japan��s top attorney. He had been training since early childhood for ruling the nation’s upper class with his knowledge of the law and how to reap rewards from their purses. He knew four languages, minimum, entirely fluently. He knew every classic opera, all manner of geography and jurisdictions, the top restaurants, and dressed impeccably. He got accepted into the most prestigious academy after making a deal with a demon.

If he did not leave this educational institution with the highest of accreditation, would all of that be for nothing? What was the point if he was not the best?

He needed the laurel crown for Sinostra with your assistance this year before either your curse turned you into an anomaly or you were freed from this place to return to your previous life. If Sinostra could come into the academy’s high graces again, it would make proceeding years easier for Ritsu to handle maintaining the house’s status on his own to ensure his graduation came from perfect results.

Five months were just about gone already. If something did not change, fast, he would be losing six, with only six more to go. What would happen the closer you came to the change? Would it be a gradual development or something that occurred all at once at the precise one year mark? If the former, would you still retain enough sound mind to work with Ritsu?

Would you become like Sinostra’s captain? Something worse?

And so here he was, Day Thirty-three and standing in front of his strategy board, breaking out into a cold sweat. Ritsu Shinjo was supposed to be unflappable. When it came to you, he was stumped. He had tried everything, from the direct approach, to notes, to gifts, to flowers, and even both a written and verbal apology. Every trick in the book.

What could he possibly be missing?

The door to his rooms burst open. Affronted, Ritsu took a half-step back, hand reaching for his compendium. “Vice-Captain? It is outside working hours and you are trespass—”

“Silence, YRT! You look to be working overtime anyway,” Romeo declared, slamming the door behind him. “This is GOOH, you need to FTI or so help me, I am ending your contract as Sinostra’s attorney!”

Ritsu blinked. “…GOOH? If you would please clarify—”

“GETTING OUT OF HAND, YOU SBA!”

Perhaps it was better not to ask and hinder the progress of the conversation. “I…” I, what? I have it under control? I will find a way? I, Ritsu Shinjo, paralegal, will resolve this in a timely manner? “How do you win someone over? Someone who hates you?”

Romeo’s irritation sputtered out a little, the creases on his porcelain skin smoothing. “Usually bribery.”

“Tried that.”

“Threats?”

“Futile, illegal.”

Romeo cocked his head to the side. “Have you tried locking them up?”

“That,” said Ritsu with a frown, “would constitute false imprisonment, which is also illegal, and is punishable by—”

“Whatever, shut up,” Romeo snapped, waving away the statement. “I thought you Shinjos were supposed to be morally bankrupt.”

Ritsu felt a prickle run up his spine. Holding his vice-captain’s gaze, he murmured, “No comment.”

“This is about that BB honour student, yes? She’s a woman like any other.” Romeo snapped his fingers. “Seduce her.”

“…I— beg your pardon?”

“You heard me! Seduce the honour student. That solves the part where she hates you, where she avoids you, and it will undoubtedly lead her back to Sinostra.” Wrinkling his delicate nose, Romeo added, “Just no risqué displays on the casino floor. I would rather not see that, nor do I wish to drive away the money.”

Ritsu opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened again. And fell shut. A peculiar heat buzzed over his skin. Finally, he said, “There must be another way. I will keep researching.”

Romeo scoffed. “At this rate, she’ll be an anomaly before she so much as looks at you again. If all other methods of enticing her to help us have already failed,” he explained, surprisingly patient, “then you must take more extreme action. People sleep with each other all the time to rise among ranks.”

“N— no one said anything about—”

“Shut up! Don’t you get it, you DTH? If you seduce her, she will become obsessed with you, will do whatever you say, and we can use her for Sinostra’s gain. It’s EAP.”

Ritsu wandered over to his desk chair and sat with the weight of his thoughts. What more did he have to lose if he tried this new strategy? You would reject his initial advances, undoubtedly, but perhaps if he investigated the best courting techniques and combined it with Romeo’s suggestion, it might be possible to soften you with something more personal than business. He supposed he had already tried everything else. It was nigh unreasonable how stubborn you were being. Yet…

“All right. I’ll do it.” Ritsu turned to his binder and his laptop to begin his research. “I will develop a plan and swiftly execute it within the next month. That should give Sinostra enough time to regain standing once I… have reacquired the inspector.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Romeo asked, dubious.

“Courting and seduction are thousands of years old arts, and I am something of a connoisseur of arts, naturally. I, Ritsu Shinjo, must move up my plan for a romantic partner. I knew this day would come eventually. It goes without saying that this need not be permanent, since I have different criterion—”

“Whatever, BSB,” interrupted Romeo. “Just get it done or you can forget about the contract.” The door slammed shut once again.

Ritsu glanced at his corkboard and then removed the sheet he had been writing on from his binder and pinned it up next to a picture of you.

The Girlfriend Strategy.

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 18

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You stared at your wedding ring as it sat on your small bedside table, the faint light from the sun peeking through the blinds glinting off the silver band.  The ring was slightly unconventional as far as wedding bands go, with your husband putting a shocking amount of effort into researching gemstones leading up to your engagement to pick the perfect stone for you.  The sight made you laugh, as he was never one for assigning spiritual meaning to innocuous objects such as rocks or stars, but when he proposed to you with a small yet brilliant blue apatite gemstone encased in a silver band that perfectly fit your finger, all of his effort and seemingly irrelevant research faded into the background.  Your engagement ring became your wedding ring, as the thought of parting with the tiny piece of jewelry became a thought too painful to bear, and Law’s own wedding band was fitted with even tinier blue apatite crystals that circled the thick metal around his own finger.

Your rings were less of a message to the world that you were a married couple, and more of an invisible red string that forever tied the two of you together, no matter how many miles separated you.  Your ring was your personal reminder that you were Law’s, and that he was your’s.

But as you rubbed your bare ring finger under the covers of your bed, laying on your side and staring at the cold piece of metal you cherished so much, fighting the lump in your throat, your mind was plagued with doubt.

Law hardly spoke to you in the week that had passed since you came home from the hospital for a second time.  And it wasn’t like he was busy with work.  Rather, he somehow managed to take a personal vacation in order to tend to your needs.  He was home with you every single day, cooking, cleaning, making sure you stood up from your bed to clean yourself and stretch your legs, but he wouldn’t speak to you.

You were starting to feel more like a geriatric patient than his wife, and the thought made your stomach churn.

Your mind reeled with insecurities.  Surely he was upset with you for losing the baby again.  You were doing so well, something you did must have caused everything to go downhill.  He’s probably already making plans with another woman, someone who could give him the child that he wanted, someone who can rebound from tragedy instead of laying in a depression nest of blankets day in and day out despite knowing how unproductive the act of self isolation was.  He must be talking about you behind your back to his friends, complaining about how you’re completely infertile, how you keep wanting to try and try and try for a baby but your body is useless and can’t even retain a simple embryo.

Scorching tears rolled down your cheeks as your body trembled under the covers.

He wouldn’t do any of that… would he?  No… that’s impossible.  He’s never been that type of man.  At least… you didn’t think so.

You sat up in your bed, snatching your ring into your fingers and holding it in the palm of your hand, your thumb rubbing along the blue gemstone.  Tears continued to flood out of your eyes and your throat stung from the hard glob of saliva that stood like a block of concrete and exasperated your humiliation.

You couldn’t do this.  You loved Law.  You loved Law more than anything in the world.  You wanted– no, needed him to love you back.  You were married for fucks sake.  How could he treat you like this?

With wobbly legs and a quivering lip, you stood from your bed and clutched your ring in your hand as your feet blindly led you to the door of your bedroom, pulling the entry open and entering the rest of your apartment.  You were embarrassed of how wet your face was, your tears leaving sticky streaks of shame on your skin as you approached the form of your husband in the kitchen, a large pot of pasta boiling in front of him and ten small tupperware containers spaced out on the counter.

“I don’t want a divorce,” you called, your voice cracking as you fought back your sobs.  You sounded truly pathetic.

Law turned around to face you, completely caught off guard by your sudden outburst.  “What?”

“I don’t–” your words were cut off by the sound of you unflatteringly sucking in the mucus that was forming in your nose.  “I don’t want a divorce.”

Your husband was quick to turn off the stove, moving the pot of boiling pasta to a cooler burner so he could give you his full, undivided attention.  He ushered you to your couch, your legs visibly wobbling beneath you as you stumbled over yourself.  The force of you sitting down on the plush cushions made a choking noise emanate from your throat.

“Who said anything about a divorce?” he questioned, sitting flush against you and holding your face in his hands, trying to wipe away tears with his thumbs.  His eyebrows were furrowed in a mix of confusion and profound concern.

“I don’t know,” you blubbered through your sobs.  “I just don’t want one.”

Law chewed on the inside of his cheek.  “I wasn’t planning on it.”

The force of you trying to contain your crying was beginning to grow painful as your chest constricted with each labored breath.  “Then… then…”  You frantically rubbed at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.  “Then why haven’t you been talking to me?”  You couldn’t meet the intense gaze of your husband, choosing instead to keep your head lowered, a feeble attempt at masking your utter humiliation from the man before you.

Law’s lips pursed in thought as he placed his hands on your legs, holding you steady as well as himself.  “I…”

“If you’ve been… if you’ve b-been talking to someone else, th-then just t-tell me.”

“Baby, look at me,” Law’s voice was low yet audibly trembling as he took your face in his hands once more, trying to turn your gaze towards him.  You were fighting against the motion of his arms, making his chest clench in agony at the sight.  “Baby…”

You finally forced your own eyes to catch a glimpse of his own, your stomach twisting at the sight of thick, salty tears lingering in the corners of his tear ducts.  His face gave away paragraphs of torment, the way his eyebrows were furrowed in anger, anger at himself for his inability to communicate, for making you feel neglected, for making you insecure over your place in his heart.  His lips were trembling, his lower lip slightly sucked inward as he gnawed on the fragile skin with his teeth.  

“I’m sor–”  Your fleeting words were instantly cut off as your husband pulled you into his body, a hug stronger than any other hug he had ever given you.  A hug that screamed insecurity, self-doubt, misery, heartache.  His entire body was trembling as you grasped for him.

“Don’t apologize, don’t ever apologize, ever.”  His voice was muffled into your shoulder, yet loud and clear to your ears alone.

You stayed frozen in his arms, the fabric under your cheeks rapidly growing saturated from your tears.

“God, I’m so sorry.  I’ve been neglecting you…” he breathed, as if he was talking to himself rather than you, laying the gravity of his inaction out for himself to absorb.

The two of you remained in that same position, a tangle of limbs on your couch, silent tears falling from your cheeks as you clung to each other like a lifeline.

“I’m hormonal,” you muttered.

“No, you’re not.  You’re grieving,” he combated.

“Then you’re grieving, too,” you argued back.

Law’s fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt tighter, as if he was trying to pull you into his ribcage, encase you into his very being so he would never have to release you to face the horrors of the world.  “I’m so sorry I made you feel like this…”

You sniffled.  “I just want you to talk to me again.”

“I know… I…”  You could almost hear the gears in Law’s head whirring as he desperately struggled for appropriate words.  “I’m scared,” was all he said.

You kept your lips sealed.

“I’m scared that I’m losing you.  So I pushed you away without even realizing.”

Your eyes closed, releasing more tears into the cotton of his shirt.  “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, either.”  His grip around your body finally relaxed just enough for him to pull back, taking your face into his hands before you had the opportunity to move out of his view.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too…” you mouthed back, your voice barely working.

“I love you.  I’m so sorry, I love you so much.”

Your hands slowly relaxed, the ring that you still held clutched to your palm accidentally falling onto your lap.  The movement alerted your husband, who was quick to snatch the metal piece from your legs and grab your left hand in his, slipping the ring back onto your finger just as he had done almost three years ago on the day your union was tied.

“You’re my wife.  And you don’t deserve to be left alone like I’ve done to you.  I’m sorry I’ve been keeping everything in instead of talking to you.”  He refused to release your hand after placing the ring back onto your finger, interlacing your fingers with his own.

Your trembling lips began to subside as you were more than happy to embrace his hand.  Your heart hammering in your chest barely relented, but you forced down the uncomfortable fluttering feeling by resting your head in the junction of his shoulder.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Law.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he was quick to retaliate.

“Two miscarriages?” you questioned, exasperated.

Law made an audible clicking sound with his tongue.  “Your fertility doesn’t define you, and it never will.  Baby, I’ve mentioned it before, but I will remind you again and again until my tongue dries up.  I will never, never leave you over something like this.  You’re the woman I want to continue to spend the rest of my life with, family or no family.  As long as you, and no one else but you, are happy and healthy in my arms, then right now that’s all I care about.  And besides…”  His voice trailed off as his hands rubbed soothing patterns into your wrists.  “Human bodies suck sometimes.”

His final sentence made a laugh bubble from your weary lungs as you kept your head hung low, Law’s arms providing the security you thrived off of, the warmth you cherished more than anything.  Slowly, you lifted up your head, your eyes meeting his deep golden ones as you pressed your dry lips against his own, stealing a kiss from him.  A kiss that was laced with grief over the life you had both lost, but that was also filled with a renewed sense of hope and a deep, intense longing for something good to work.

—

A sharp knocking on your front door roused you from your peaceful slumber.  The bed beside you was cold, with Law having awoken in the middle of the night to report for a 24 hour shift.  You slowly rolled out of bed, stepping into your slippers and trudging to the entryway of your apartment, where the knocking only grew louder.  You were counting your blessings that Bepo was currently staying with Shachi and Penguin a few floors below, otherwise his barking would surely have given you a headache.

“I’m coming,” you called, hoping whoever was on the other end could hear you so they could stop rattling your walls.  Your warm hands stung against the freezing metal of your doorknob as you undid the deadbolt and pulled open the door.

“Surprise!” a small cacophony of voices brought you to attention, your eyes focusing on a small group of people standing outside your door.

The bright, shining face of your best friend Nami, your coworker Sanji, and their two partners.  Vivi you remembered, she graciously gave you and your husband wedding venue recommendations and discounts with her plethora of connections within the city.  Sanji’s boyfriend’s name slipped your mind however.  The four stood in your entryway toting a generously sized gift basket, packed with such a wide assortment of goodies that your eyes could barely focus on anything in particular.

“Oh my goodness, you guys!” you yelped, your genuine shock emanating from your pores as you quickly welcomed them inside and out of the stifling heat of the hallway.  “You didn’t have to get me anything…”

“We know,” Nami stated bluntly, before a sharp elbow to her side from the blue-haired girl next to her cut her off promptly.

Vivi was quick to envelop you in a hug, a bright smile on her face.  “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

You excitedly hugged her back, your eyes closing with your own grin.  “I just wish it could have been under better circumstances,” you added as she pulled away from you.

Her large, brown eyes were apologetic.  Nami must have told her what had happened, as much as she knew anyway.  “Hey, it’s never a bad time to see a friend.  I’m just so happy to see you up and about!”

“Is Law at work?” the smooth voice of Sanji asked as he placed the gift basket on your kitchen counter.  He made a move for the box of cigarettes in his shorts pocket, but stopped himself when he remembered your very strict no smoking policy.

“Yeah, he has a 24 hour shift so I won’t be seeing him until tomorrow,” you replied.

The disgruntled man next to Sanji was throwing glances around your apartment, almost like he was questioning where he was.  It probably didn’t help that his left eye was scarred shut.  Who was this guy again?

“Oh, I can’t remember if you were ever formally introduced, this is my boyfriend, Zoro,” Sanji introduced, pulling the slightly shorter man forward and grabbing his attention away from the lights on your ceiling.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Zoro,” you greeted, contemplating on extending your hand but deciding against it.

“Likewise,” the green-haired man replied.  “You got a fancy place here, is your husband a doctor or something?”

You grinned.  It always filled your chest with pride to discuss your husband’s job with others, having seen first-hand how hard he worked to attain his position.  Although the two of you remained in a very humble living situation, you were still very thankful that his generous income allowed for a very nice city apartment.  “Cardiothoracic surgeon,” you answered, your eyes glittering with fondness.

“You’re so freaking cute when you talk about him, it makes my heart melt!” Nami cooed, holding onto your arm and faking a dramatic dip.

The conversation eventually carried the five of you into your main living space where you were seated in between Nami and Vivi with the large gift basket in your lap for you to rummage through.  There were boxes of chocolates and various candies, chapsticks, bundles of scrunchies and hair ties, a bottle of personal body mist, some light cosmetics, fragrant soaps and bathing supplies, and a small bottle of over-the-counter painkillers.

“It’s kind of like a period care package, but… you know.  Minus the period,” Nami explained, her voice trailing off awkwardly.

You were beaming as you dug through the basket and procured an envelope.  Inside was a folded piece of cardstock paper with the colorful words “GET WELL SOON” written on the outside in various highlighters.  On the inside, the card was completely filled with messages of support and condolences from your coworkers, your managers, your boss, even the maintenance crew who cleaned the building every morning and night.  Well wishes offering their best for you and your husband as you recovered, extending their hands of support for whenever you needed it.  You felt your eyes well with tears once again, your body clearly still being hydrated enough to keep the waterworks flowing.

“You all…” your lip quivered.  “You didn’t have to do all this!”

“But we wanted to, so we did,” toted Sanji affirmatively, crossing his legs as he sat on your loveseat next to Zoro, who still seemed mildly confused about the whole situation.  “I personally wanted to put even more in the basket, but everyone chipped in an even amount and I didn’t want the boss to yell at me.”

The blonde’s explanation made you giggle as you folded the card back up and tucked it neatly into the basket with the rest of your goodies.  “I don’t even know what to say, this was… such a nice surprise to wake up to!”

Vivi’s gentle hand rubbed your shoulder as she smiled.  “Anything for you, dear.”

You allowed your friends to mill around your apartment while you retreated to your bedroom with your basket to freshen up.  You placed the bundle of snacks and toiletries on the top of your wooden wardrobe, right next to a framed photo of you and Law on your wedding day, posed in the center of your wedding parties, all of your most beloved friends standing on either side of you, everyone dressed to the nines and throwing their hands in the air in celebration as Law had dipped you for a passionate, surprise kiss for the camera.  Even Bepo, who was significantly smaller then, had a tiny black bowtie wrapped around his fluffy neck.  The photo always made a grin appear on your face, even in the most bleak moments of life.

“Hey, do you mind if I come in?”  Vivi’s soft voice bounced off the walls of your bedroom as she called for you from your bedroom door.

You turned your attention to her, offering her a fond smile.  “Of course not, what’s up?”

Vivi slipped into the confines of your room, lightly shutting the door behind her to give you both privacy.  “I was hoping I could talk with you about something.”

Your chest clenched with nervous tension, but you guided her to the side of your bed where you both sat side by side.  Vivi caught you off guard by grabbing your hand in hers, clutching it in much the same way a caring and motherly guardian would.

“Stop me if I’m saying too much, but I really wanted to share this with you,” she began.  “My grandmother had five miscarriages before she had my dad.”

Your saliva caught in your throat at your words.  “F… Five?”

The blue-haired woman nodded, her eyes portraying a deep sympathy.  “Yup, five.  She used to call my dad her ‘rainbow baby,’ her miracle child that blessed her after the storm clouds parted.”

The phrase sounded vaguely familiar to you, but the sentiment made your heart thrum with grief.  “Rainbow baby…”

Vivi nodded, squeezing your hand.  “I wanted to tell you this just because I want to make sure you know you’re not alone.  I can’t even imagine the pain that you must be feeling, but you’re not meant to deal with it alone, and neither is Law.  You both deserve support from your friends just as much as you need each other, you know?”

She was right, really.  You and Law relied on each other for everything you did in your lives, but the seriousness of your two miscarriages carried a weight that neither of you were able to truly shoulder alone.  Your mind ran to Shachi and Penguin, who happily offered to take care of Bepo so you and Law had time to recover.  You thought about Ikkaku, who sat with you in the ambulance ride to the hospital, holding your hand and suppressing her own terrified tears as she was mouthing off to the paramedics who disregarded and attempted to shut down your pain and agony.  You thought about your boss at work who graciously granted you ample time off to recover from the incident, and how Robin was tending to your needs after working hours because she wanted to ensure the best success for you, and nothing more.  You pictured Law’s team of nurses and fellow doctors in the cardiac ward who were almost constantly checking in on him on his days off, allowing him extra time to rest during his day-long shifts and offering extra assistance with his menial tasks.  And now, your small group of friends had arrived at your apartment on a whim to surprise you with a care package of generosity and love.

You gave a dry huff, your lips curled in a sad smile.  “Two miscarriages isn’t nearly as bad as five, though…”

Vivi promptly shook her head, completely shutting down your notion.  “There is no way to compare tragedies.  Just because the quantity of loss might be bigger for someone else doesn’t mean the gravity of your situation is any less.  And you deserve to grieve for your two babies just as much as someone with one miscarriage, or five miscarriages, or any other fertility issue might grieve.  I’m serious.”

Her words brought small tears to the corners of your eyes, slipping down your cheeks.  You were getting pretty sick and tired of crying, but it wasn’t worth holding it in anymore.  Letting it all out was cathartic for you, and it seemed to be the same way for Vivi as she circled her arms around you in a sisterly hug, squeezing you firmly as you hugged her back.

“Don’t be afraid to reach out for help, whether it’s from us, or your coworkers, or a professional.  You’re not alone, and you never will be.”  The back of her soft hand trailed down your cheek, soothing your features.  “Millions of other moms and grandmothers are rooting for your success.  Whether you try again or not, you deserve to be happy.”

“Vivi…” your words were barely above a whisper as her words tugged at your heart strings, your stomach flipping with butterflies.  “Thank you, thank you so much.”

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Wifey

Hi baby!  I miss you, look what our friends dropped off today!!!!

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Wifey

Sorry for the spam i didnt realize my finger was in the first pic, but its a huge care package!  Theres a bath bomb in here, i think we should use it together <3  And then eat the chocolates… or eat the chocolates in the bath!!!!

Wifey

Okay im gonna go take a nap, i love you so much baby i love you and i miss you and i cant wait to see you after your shift!!!!

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Baby~~<3

I’m holding you to that bath, my darling.

Baby~~<3

I’m about to go into an operation that’s going to take a while, so if you try to text or call and I don’t respond, that’s why.

Baby~~<3

I can’t wait to see you later, I love you endlessly.  <3

[portgasdwrld]

Hello, Tomie! Are requests still open? I got the cutest fluff idea and I think you're the best writer for the job because you really write the characters so well.

Cold/stoic OP boys reacting to an S/O who MUST always stop to pet, feed, and photograph every cat on the street? Maybe Smoker, Zoro, and Law.

🍃Hey sweetheart!! Thank you for sending this ask! I love the idea so much and thanks for the support!! I hope you like it 🪽

🥝 Op men + cat lover reader

Featuring: Zoro, Law, Smoker

Warning: None, fluff, established relationship for Zoro & Law. GN! Reader

Zoro

Zoro stares at you as you stopped for the third time today to pet a black kitten this time. He doesn’t see the appeal & doesn’t understand why you love cats so much. He looks around making sure you two are still out of any enemy attack, before he approaches you. He gasps a little when he sees you open your bag to feed the animal with some treats specially made for them.

-Do you just walk around hoping to fall on a cat?

He asks in his usual stern voice. You look over your shoulder and laugh when the realization hits. You couldn’t help but soften, faced to those adorable animals. You would take them all on the ship with you if you could.

-I do be giving this impression, huh?

-Yeah,… you really seem to like them.

-They are so cute don’t you think??

You exclaim while picking up the cat in your hands and showing it to him. He furrows his eyebrows, before looking away uninterested.

-Nah, don’t get it.

-You’re always so grumpy, a bit like a cat.

-Are you comparing me to that thing??

-A thing?? It’s so cuteee!! Look! It even has a scar on its eye just like you! What are the odds!

Zoro’s cheeks slightly flush embarrassed by your comparison, while the cat and him stare at each other. He scoffs as your words ring in his head. He doesn’t see the ressemblance and doesn’t want to. A pirate like him looking like a kitten? You must be out of your mind.

-Let’s go, the others are waiting.

He says quicken up his pace as he walks away from you, still flustered. He hears your laugh echo again and soon after, your arms wrap around his as you look at him with big eyes.

-Do you think the cat is a fighter too?

He gives you a bit of a side eye wondering where you find those type of questions. He shrugs his shoulders as a smirk cover his face.

-He must be the strongest, if so.

Maybe he will consider making space for a cat in your shared cabin, maybe…

Law

Law sighs as he sees you once again bend down to pet a cat. He’s always a bit in a hurry as he’s a busy man, in his words. So he does find it inconvenient that you have this habit. The crew is walking not too far behind and he hopes to not waste any more time in this village after buying everything they needed.

-Are you done?

He asks softly, but it still comes off with an annoyed undertone and his stoic facial expression doesn’t help. You straighten your back as you give him a bit of his attitude back.

-Nah

You retort while putting your tongue out and hugging the cat in your arms.

-The cat has an ear missing..They need a doctor!

Laws mouth stays open for a little a bit speechless. He cocks an eyebrow as he looks at you.

-It’s a stray cat, they are made strong.

-Pfff, not very doctor of you, Trafalgar.

You reply while scrunching a little your nose unsatisfied with his answer. Law rubs the bridge of his nose, before getting a better look of the cat.

-Im a doctor for humans …. The ears seems like an old scar that have already been healed, so don’t worry.

He adds as he notices your uneasy expression. You smile and ruffle with the tip of your finger the fur on top of the cat’s head, happy with the news. You thank him, before letting the cat go.

-Stay safe~

You say to the cat with caring eye as you watch it walk away. Law watches with a fond smile. You take his hand and with the crew, you make your way back home.

Smoker

He exhales a cloud of smoke as he cocks an eyebrow to you petting a cat that crossed by you two.

-Isn’t it so cute!!

You exclaim with an excited expression as you focus on the small creature in front of you. You reach for your bag where you find your camera and click couple of pictures.

-What are you doing? We are wasting time.

-Im taking pictures for souvenirs!

-Of cats ?

He retorts, lowkey judging you. He thinks the behaviour is a little childish, especially when you two needs to be attentive at all time for any pirates that can cause trouble. But here you are, taking pictures of cats and petting them.

-Yeah, why not? Want me to take some of you?

You say with a teasing smirk and you stare at him this time. The man blushes a little flustered and shakes his head.

- This isn’t very professional.

-Ohh, relaaax. If some idiots want to cause trouble we don’t need to worry if you are here right ?

-U-uh yeah…

-All cool then~

You conclude with a cocky smile, satisfied as you pet another cat under the man’s confused eyes.

[helslastangel]

the signs as relatives

@helslastangel

Capricorn - the godfather, I mean your grandpa🕴🚬🎩

Aries - your darling, tiny fireball of a grandmother who can yell at your grandpa and get away with it 💥😌

Leo - your (very) proud, mildly arrogant dad who has been telling his entire life story and reliving his high school and college days for the last 3 hrs straight 💭 🗣

Libra - your matchmaking mother who somehow manages to arrange marriages for everyone in the family and keep all the in-laws apart at the reunion 👰‍♀ 🔔

Virgo - your permanently exhausted pigeon of a sister who tries to keep the house from falling apart 🧼 🧽

Taurus - your big brother who is actually a lot of fun... whenever you can catch him AWAKE, i- 🛌🏽 💤

Sagittarius - your crazy uncle who never has money, yet is married and has somehow been to 27 countries 🤔 ✈️

Pisces - the aunty who let you sip a lil bit of her wine when you were 5 🍷 and now always carries a secret extra blunt for you in her purse 🍃

Gemini - your sweet, chatty aunt-by-marriage who somehow manages to keep your crazy uncle alive AND maintain her job as a nurse. actually, that makes so much sens- 🏥

Cancer - that one cousin who really only shows up for the food and the $20 that grandma is gonna slip into all the grandkids' palms 💰 🍲

Aquarius - that one weird cousin who you have to choose your words carefully around, lest you trigger a non-skippable cut scene describing how to get YouTube Premium for free 📺

Scorpio - that other cousin who won't come to any family gathering unless he can bring his pet tarantula along 🕷

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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[svsssbrainworms]

🍃 SVSSS fic rec list

(shen yuan / bingqiu -centric edition) 3/3

[ au/abo; bingqiu shameless fluff and smut ]

au / abo 🌹

• I Wish You Were My Husband

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

• Honored Eternal Path of Demise 

It's bad enough when Shen Yuan dies. It's even worse when he transmigrates into the worst horror game inspired by Proud Immortal Demon Way that could ever be imagined. But nothing is more terrible than transmigrating as the scum villain Shen Qingqiu, the character with the most violent and grotesque deaths the game has to offer! Couldn't he have transmigrated into the stallion novel instead? At least there his character would only have to die once! Now Shen Yuan has to navigate his new life as Shen Qingqiu while trying to keep not only himself alive, but also a cast of characters, each more suicidal than the next. A goal he is going to fail. A lot. Many times. Too many times! At least he can spend some time with his favorite character Luo Binghe while stuck in this mess.

• The First Law of Alchemy

Shen Yuan is jolted awake and finds himself worlds away from his comfy modern bed. Instead, he's in the middle of a summoning circle, but nobody seems happy to see him! Least of all the fearsome Emperor who takes one look, judges him as defective, and promptly throws him into the dungeons like trash. Excuse him if he’s not up to standard! It’s not like Shen Yuan asked to be delivered here! Where is he, anyway? This must be one long, shitty dream his sleep-deprived brain cooked up, right??? OR: That one BingYuan fic where nobody wants BingYuan to get together XD

🌹 • Better Lock It in Your Pocket

Shizun has a secret. When Luo Binghe figures it out, his true purpose in life becomes clear. Now, he just needs to make Shen Qingqiu accept him as human again so he can perform it.

🌹 • Moon Thistle Madness

After the events at Maigu Ridge (where dual cultivation didn't happen and they sorted that out another way); Shen Qingqiu has come to know a type of peace he hasn't felt since Binghe was a little student running around his path. Luo Binghe is currently in his care, restricted to the bamboo house to repent for his wrong doings against Cang Qiong Peak, and looks after him just as before. As if nothing happened and he was still his perfect little alpha lotus student. And then the system kicks back in with a new update. It's taking forever to load and it's driving Shen Qingqiu crazy! What the heck is it?! -- Or the one where Shen Qingqiu gets a rude awakening after a beta-only mission and goes feral!

bingqiu shameless fluff 🪷 and smut

🪷 • Wine-Flushed (Your Rosy Face Is Rosier Still) 

“This is all really mine,” Shizun is loudly whispering into his curls. He presses a kiss to the crown of Luo Binghe’s head, then places a few more as if dissatisfied with just the one. Then he pulls Luo Binge’s head away from his bosom without warning, holding him at arms’ length. Binghe feels his gut tighten with instant reaction when he meets Shizun’s half-lidded, liquor-sweet stare. Or: Luo Binghe puts his drunken husband to bed, but it’s BingMei, so there’s lots of feelings and some tears.

🪷 • sweet thing, just call me yours

Post canon, Shen Qingqiu suddenly has a thought: if they're married, and Luo Binghe calls him 'husband' - that has to mean that Luo Binghe is the 'wife,' right?! Luo Binghe is thrilled to hear this conclusion, but still tries to work with his husband's thin face.

• The Shizun Motivational Rewards Programme

Whereby Luo Binghe just wants some attention, and Shen Qingqiu is weak for his little white lotus.

• a thousand jars

The first time Shen Qingqiu feels it, he thinks he’s experiencing some sort of minor qi deviation. “Shizun,” Luo Binghe asks quietly. “Are you okay?” “Am I not allowed to look at my husband?” Shen Qingqiu asks, doing his best not to get snippy. After all he’s a Peak Lord, a powerful cultivator, a man that has cheated death. There’s no reason for him to act like a needy spouse. “My lord,” the servant leans down again with their voice practically purring as they refill a cup that’s only a quarter empty. It catches Luo Binghe’s attention, interrupting the beaming look he had been about to shoot towards Shen Qingqiu. Despite the fact that Luo Binghe looks more bemused than entranced, Shen Qingqiu feels the porcelain cup in his own hand crack.

• look at me

Luo Binghe is jealous of the attention Shen Qingqiu's showing other demons. In Shen Qingqiu's defence, they look really fucking cool. “We cannot leave our guests,” Shen Qingqiu starts. Quicker than he can comprehend it, Shen Qingqiu is flipped around, and immediately pressed against the wall once more. Normally, Shen Qingqiu finds Luo Binghe’s jealousy cute, but this time it punches the breath out of his lungs. Luo Binghe looks down at Shen Qingqiu, thick lashes lending to the lethal look in his eyes. “Of course,” Luo Binghe murmurs, reaching forward and running a knuckle alongside Shen Qingqiu’s cheek. Shen Qingqiu is so used to Luo Binghe’s extortionate expressions that when he turns something smoother, darker towards Shen Qingqiu, he’s at a loss for words. “We would not want to displease them.” “Now hold on—”

• Mommy? Sorry, Mommy?

Luo Binghe accidentally calls Shen Qingqiu A'Niang in bed. Shen Qingqiu goes along with it. No one does too much thinking about why that happened.

• Shen Qingqiu, Resident Milkman

In which I explore Shen Qingqiu lactating. The first chapter/series up involves Bingge going back to his past body, with a Shen Yuan who transmigrated much earlier. Bingge is now Shen Yuan's disciple, lactation ensues.

• The Mirror is the Window to the Soul

Ranking high among suspicious objects in the world of PIDW (below only the general flora) was the mirror. So when Binghe shows up with one, Shen Qingqiu shouldn't be all that surprised that he ended up looking... not quite like himself. Or more accurately, not like his current self. What was more surprising though, was that Binghe didn't look quite the same as his normal self either.

• Hold Me Down, Lift Me Up 

After five years of marriage, Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu are getting better at communicating their desires. Still, Luo Binghe is taken by surprise when a visit to the dream realm reveals Shen Qingqiu’s interest in a less gentle form of intimacy. Determined to indulge his husband’s fantasy, Luo Binghe devises a roleplaying scene for them in the waking world. But as their game begins to stir up some of Luo Binghe's long-buried insecurities… can they both manage to stay in character?