#trafalgar law x poc reader

[garnetea]

if these lights could cry.

who yandere! trafalgar law x fem black! y/n. length 606 words! warnings i promise i really tried to make him in character okay.. i'm not even in the timeskip *sobbing*. angst/gore. and don't be horny about the boob contact, this is not glorification. unprofessional & dangerous surgery description. organs and blood and poetry and blaaaaah. no consent. unconscious reader. and insinuations of the reader dying that's you ;).

leman's letter! a little pre-description would be: yandere! law touching y/n in places "only they know", and turns out it's a surgery just so he can feel her organs, knowing he's the only one capable of caring for her inside and out. and the only one she must trust to do so at that, since she sleeps so soundly in his bed, with them being lovers and all. surely that's more than trust? surely it's consent? really, regardless, who is she to refuse a check-up if it's doctor's orders?

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Loosen your will, lose your drive; drift like lost wood and sink like an angel's feathered spine. Spiders thrive where memories spin forlorn, pearlescent webs of regret, and in that case, el hospital de tu corazon is a cave for bats and daddy long legs.

Spread your arms. Some sedation would do you well, wouldn't it?

Spread your legs. Some fucks to give would last this doctor the rest of the night.

Spread your belly button. Your guts, splice them. Your eyes- no, sorry, we won't dice them..

You're a prepossessing little patient with a particularly possessive, perfectionist lover. But you, you're so perfect, what is there for the doctor to heal or mend or replace? Not a single discrepancy in your spleen, your pancreas is in as little pain as preferred, your thoracic cavity is as hollow as a lost soul. And your heart.

"There's the fun part."

His hands, riddled with letters of death and intentions of.. something akin, softly palm the naked elegance of your breasts. Although consumed by anesthesia, your nipples naturally harden beneath the newfound company, slowly tightening and tickling against his palm creases. Yet he presses deeper- harder- urging your chest into the density of your thoracic cavity until he's sure you should fall apart from the pressure.

Yellow lamps see it all. Hanging from the ceiling, adding to the ambiance of your impending quietus. No amount of flickering or buzzing from the dust-worn bulbs could warn the lingering spirits of those who came before you. Are you to be an exception?

An incision-- no.. three slabs. Just skin, it's just skin, just cells, just tissue. Just an organ- an organ or two. Or five.

He's a doctor, isn't he? He must be sure you're pumping blood where it's due, not swelling or oozing where you shouldn't. Checking off his list: no tumors or cell degeneration, no irritable cysts or parasites. If this means sliding that annoying latex over his hands to ensure you're safe and sound inside and out, he's more than acquiescent to oblige. Hell, to volunteer.

"Just lucky to have me, I guess."

..Debatable. Since one kidney is currently being toyed, twisted, poked, prodded, and pulled out of it's cubby behind your trampoline of a digestion bag. Oh, I mean stomach.

However, stomachs don't usually get sliced open with silver scalpels just for the fact of doing so. Do they? Perhaps "digestion bag" is more appropriate, since you open up quite widely.

Biopsy's vary. Could be fifteen minutes, could be thirty.

For you, more hours fly past than fingers on your limp hands. Spiders crawl into the winter sunrise, abandoning you and your yellow lights of worry to run silent on misery and immobility. Resting points in between the achingly intimate hours hold no weight; they're only for letting your sensitive body lay and recuperate, with your limbs spread apart and numb like you're ready for the slaughter house. You're too perfect to take so much time out of Doctor Trafalgar's day and night. Or perhaps it's because you're so unprecedented in faultlessness that you must amount to such a duration of focus.

He's had to redistribute anesthesia more times than he's enjoyed; you're such a handful. Surely you realize everyone has their reason to lose control.. Which cakey clump of you is pushing his limits this time?

"Jeez, Y/n, don't get so worked up. Going into cardiac arrest again just wastes more time. I can re-attach your heart to the left atrium in a second." A slowed stutter coruscates in his hand like a newborn baby's first and last breath, and he chuckles, comparing your blood hungry heart to such with lidded, heavy, restless eyes. "You're about to turn this into an exhumation."

★ garnetea productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[monstas1ut]

Characters w/ black! s/o who’s mad at them

LAW, ZORO, SASUKE, KAKUZU, ARMIN, EREN, ICHIGO, BYAKUYA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, nsfw for most, sfw for some, only the Aot men are modern, usage of ‘slut’, Kakuzu uses his tendrils.

__ a/n : Can we talk about how I got so much love from my trafalgar law post? Thank you so much. This is just a small little small headcannon thing.. I needed to write something.. even if it’s shitty lol.

Trafalgar Law is the epitome of ‘get somebody else to do it’. This is only at first when he notices you’re slamming things, rolling your eyes, or sucking your teeth. The surgeon can barely give a damn when you’re acting like this. Most of the time, he knows it’s his fault why you’re acting this way. Law won’t give you any attention until you calm down though.

When you’re finally quiet and shriveled up in a corner with anger looming over you, that’s when he appears. He will be as calm as ever and this will piss you off even more, but alas, Law isn’t dealing with your bratty self anymore.

If this is a public dispute, Law will in fact use his devil fruit to ‘room’ you away from others. There’s just no way he’s going to argue or let you scream at him in public. His eyes would squint at you as if you’re dumb and he’ll grip your chin with his tattooed hand. This of course only gets you to shut up for a little while.

“You are picking at my nerves. Pulling the strings even, and if you do not stop your petty behavior… I will stop it myself.” His voice would be at a low tone, mixed with harsh intent. His eyes would be directly looking into yours. And if his demand did not frighten you in any way, he would then have to resort to getting closer while his thumb slips into your mouth.

Law had never been so sexual before you.. but he knows how much of a slut you are for him. He just knew you’d wrap those glossy lips around his thumb. Not only did it keep you quiet, but it turned him on.. and he’s sure you were just annoyed from him ignoring you… So, his other hand would slip away and down into your bottoms. The only thing he felt was the shameful wetness.

Maybe you were just horny and mad..

“I will not tend to your every little need if you keep acting like this everytime you want to be a little slut..” he says as his fingers slip inside you.

Roronoa Zoro didn’t even know you were mad. Mad at him? For what? The blonde cook was the one that had to flat out tell him that you were angry with him. That’s when Zoro becomes pissed about you even spilling your problems to Sanji. Then, the whole ship has to hear you two verbally brawl.

He’s a petty asshole alright. He’s hidden every bonnet and scarf you’ve ever worn, and to his disbelief, you had one stashed. He’s also the one to cross boundaries and purposefully watch your bonnet fall off your head at night.. and he will not pick it up. He’s just that petty.. But when he finds out why you’re mad, he may stop.

Zoro will end up doing things under your nose. He’ll bring you something at most. He’ll let you sleep with him again.. but the biggest of them all would be how he apologies. It would be murmurs. You wouldn’t even notice he’s trying to say sorry.. The only time he can do it is after he cums in your pussy.

Makeup sex is the way for Zoro. He cannot just verbally say sorry, it doesn’t feel correct.

“..a-ah!… Zoro~… Fuck-.. Fuck-…!” Once you’re creaming all over his cock and he’s digging his cum in you, he will be a panting mess. But yet, his kisses would be planted all on your back and your neck.. up to your ear.

“…I’m fucking sorry…”

Sasuke Uchiha has either left the building or has laid back to watch the show. This man is the most flip flopping character anyone has ever seen. It really depends on the time and day you get angry. There’s the Sasuke who will sit there and watch you with a hard cock, and there’s the Sasuke who will ignore you for the rest of the day until he comes back.

When you’re yelling, cursing and using your hands to talk, Sasuke gets hard. What can I say? He loves strong, determined women. He cannot deal with weak women who stay cooped up in their emotions and never speak up. This is why a black woman is for him. He has a thing for women who speak their mind… and he doesn’t mind saying sorry with his tip kissing your womb.

However, there’s the other side of him that wishes you would shut up for one minute. He knows he’s most likely in the wrong, but hearing you say it and curse him out kind of hurts his pride. He likes to leave home around this type of situation. Does he come back? Yes.. Does he say sorry for leaving? Sorta. He comes back with a gift that’s for sure, but he doesn’t mutter the words ‘I’m sorry’. Not until you’re doing that favorite move on his cock.

If you say sorry for yelling and screaming while bouncing on him.. he’s in heaven.. and it’s not because you apologized.. it’s because he knows you love him just enough to say sorry..

He also knows you’re too stubborn to say that to anyone else.

“Fuck I’m sorry-… I’m sorry Sasuke-… baby…” It literally makes his eyes uncontrollable. His rinnegan stays the same, however his other eye turns that signature red. It’s like he just wanted to see more with his sharingan…. He wanted to see your brown pussy lips even more, and your pink insides..

“Sorry..”

Kakuzu is just that one man that doesn’t care. Really. He had more important things to do. If you’re the type to scream and curse him out while angry, then you’re out of luck. If you are the type that says nothing and presents the silent treatment.. then you may have a chance.

There’s something about the silent treatment that gets Kakuzu’s blood boiling. He cannot stand seeing you avoid him, let alone go running to his partner and talking to that silver haired bastard. Kakuzu cannot stand it. He will constantly give you a harsh glare until you talk to him. But, if you’re consistent and you don’t tend to him at all, he’ll only wrap his tendrils around you.

Doesn’t matter if you’re talking to someone or not, he will wrap them around you and take your bratty ass with him. The second that door slams, you’re all tied with his tendrils and he forces you to tell him what’s your problem.. if it’s someone else.. he’ll deal with it. If it’s something he did.. he’ll only apologize by releasing you and buying you a silky scarf the next day. Hey.. he’ll even eat your pussy for a bonus.

“Oooeh… fuck~…” you purred, curling your toes as those black tendril’s kept your thighs parted. You could see just as well. Kakuzu was slurping every drop of juice that came out of you… and his green irises didn’t fail to stare into your soul while he did it..

“Still pissed off, woman?..”

Armin Arlert will be the one to talk things out with you. There are two men on this list who will, and he’s one of them. He will not force you to do anything, let alone fuck you to tell the truth. The blonde will only watch your anger disperse into thin air after he pampers you with services and material things. He knows you don’t care much for money, but he will buy you whatever you want.

He doesn’t want you pissed off at him forever. That’s what he believes will happen anyways. But, to put things short, he gets you happy faster than the rest. He does this within the hour he sees you mad. If he’s made you mad in some way, shape, or form, he’s going to apologize regardless. Even if it isn’t his fault, he’s spitting out apologies and begging for forgiveness.

He will not go straight to sex, as he believes it will alter the way you two go about things. Instead, after he pampers you in such a manner, he will take you out to dinner and he’ll then.. make passionate love to you.. filled with ‘I love you’.

“Armin-… oh-… right there baby…”

“Right here..? Alright baby I got it.” He softly spoke, his cock rushing through you time and time again. His voice was so soft compared to his hips..

“I love you… I love you so much…”

Eren Yeager. Toxic as hell. We all know this man. The first thing he does when he notices how mad you are is ask you. Yes, he asks you what’s wrong. If you comply and tell him.. it’ll be all dandy.. but if you’re a brat and you say that he should already know what’s wrong, you’re in for it.

This man will not only fuck the truth out of you.. but he will be so rough that you’re seeing stars and you can barely remember what you were even mad for. He cares about your feelings, yes, but the fact is that you were trying to be smart.. so he just fucked the smartness out of you.

Honestly though, after Eren does that and when your brain comes back to life, he will hold you. He won’t leave your side and he’ll even lift you and take you to the bath after a while. No doubt, he has his answer now. He got it while he fucked you silly. If it’s his fault, he’ll actually apologize, however if it’s someone else’s fault… he’s gonna grab his glocky and that’s that.

Long story short.. he’s trying to do better about that..

“Don’t try to hide anything from me.. I just don’t like that shit…”

“Okay.. so that means fuck me and make me mess up the sheets..?”

“Well.. Nah…. I just don’t like that smartass attitude, baby. Now cmere’ I gotta fix that” Eren says as he points to your lifting lace front.

Ichigo Kurosaki will only make the situation worse before it gets better. However, this isn’t such a bad thing. His brain can only comprehend women a little. He doesn’t understand why you’re even mad. He’ll have to get a lesson from Kisuke, that's for sure. The lesson being, women are always right.. which isn’t true at all, but it’s a known motto. Ichigo will try to stand by it..

But he’s Ichigo.

The argument between you two will go on for less than an hour before you're laughing and he’s laughing non stop. Either you two saw someone fall, or you ended up watching something that was entirely too funny to not laugh. Not only that, but you two are straight back to holding each other close.

Ichigo is always so tired from dealing with the soul society, so you naturally understand he comes and goes. But, he does say sorry eventually.. with a letter. He cannot verbally say it because he’s a secret tsundere and will blush like hell is on earth.

‘ I’m sorry for being a bastard. I love you.’

Byakuya Kuchiki, the other man who will talk things out. He’s not dumb whatsoever, and frankly, he knows you’re mad just from the way you hold a glass or the way you move your lips. He’s very attentive and cannot miss a beat with you. Another main, obvious example would be when you are doing your hair and you get frustrated too quickly.

The way of approaching you would be quite formal. He’ll ask pretty quick. He won’t hold back, and he prefers you don’t either. He’s such a good man that you’ll most likely be spilling out what’s wrong. Once he knows, he’ll immediately try to fix said problem, it’ll be easier if it’s because of him… However, if it’s because of someone else, they better run like hell.

Byakuya may be pissed at himself if it was him, but someone else??? Not only will he have a long talk with you, but it’ll also be a long talk with that other person.. and you are also tagging along. He doesn’t like when you’re mad, simply because it interrupts the peace and he wants you happy. He’s the dull one here.. he doesn’t need you to be the same.

After correcting said situation, Byakuya would have a meal ready for the both of you.. and he will make sure to pamper you in a bathtub.. he’s also the king of kissing hands.

“I’d love it if you kept that gorgeous smile on your face. Don’t let anyone take that away, not even me.”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

[yoonavii]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency Era! Law x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[orieriee]

Get to Know Trafalgar Law! A Character Analysis ✮

Masterlist here

Author's note: disclaimer, this is my own interpretation based on what I've seen and some information I gathered from blogs here and there on the internet. I've wanted to do this for so long because I like to make and read fictions about certain characters but sometimes it can get too OOC (which is not my preference) so I'm making this to help me understand about the character more and write more accurate fics! Starting off with Trafalgar Law from one piece. Also english isn't my first language so forgive me if I worded it badly :'

I might do more when I'm free so let me know which character(s) to do. I'm planning on Ace's 😋

warnings! do not repost anywhere, sl4very mentioned, some minor spoilers

Please read the disclaimer beforehand, I don't want people to misunderstand :'') and before that, I've seen people interpreting him as a dark character, neutral character, a tsundere, a cold character, a cocky d0m, a mean d0m, even a sub etc. Now I don't blame people for making him have those "stereotypes" because it's a fic, it's up to their interpretation and it's fun. But I wanna dig a little deeper on his CANON characteristics.

Overall Personality based on data

Based on personality database, he's an INTJ. But some blogs claim that he's ISTJ. For those who don't know, those are Myers-Briggs type personalities. Whether he's INTJ or ISTJ, it's ok because sometimes someone's traits can be pretty uncertain. Take a quiz at sakinorva and you'll know! For example, mine's INFP but the P is very faded because I can be INFJ or INFP.

☆ INTJ - Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging.

INTJs are very complex and I agree that Law is a complex character. Based on what I read, INTJs are rational and quick-witted. INTJs minds are never at rest and they are thirsty for knowledge and they aren't afraid to break the rules to make discoveries. Some may even call them nerds or bookworms (in which we know that Law is a huge nerd for germa) and they prioritize success and rationality rather than politeness and popularity.

They are blunt or to the point when it comes to social interaction. Not to mention, they often have a sarcastic sense of humor. Which I admit, those points are very Law and you can see evidence of these traits throughout one piece.

☆ ISTJ - Introverted, Observant, Thinking, Judging.

Reserved yet willful. When they commit to something, they make sure to follow through. Which is a very Law thing to do. Basically a logistician. They have the ability to stay grounded and logical even in the most stressful situations. People with this personality type believe that there is a right way to proceed in any situation, make plans.

They strive to meet their goals and obligations so they tend to have strong work ethics, and take responsibility for their actions and choices. ISTJs also have a deep respect for structure and tradition, and they are often drawn to organizations, workplaces, and educational settings that offer clear hierarchies and expectations.

In conclusion? Whether he's INTJ or ISTJ, both are valid. The only difference is that INTJ uses intuition and ISTJ uses logic. Which I can see both in Law on how he handles things - both with logic and intuition.

Law is rational and quick-witted even when things don't go his way, if you watch stampede, you'll know how quick he came up with improvisation or coming up with a new better approach when things don't go his way. Well, he always does. And how ISTJs have a deep respect for structure and tradition and are drawn to settings that offer hierarchies and expectations? We can see how Law respects the Hippocratic Oath as a doctor, which is an oath that emphasizes the importance of ethical and professional standards in medicine.

He avoid unnecessary murder and save lives like Luffy's even though he wasn't a friend of Luffy back then. We also know that he aims his goal towards taking down the four emperors, which is a moment of "you want to take on the emperors of the sea?!!" for me. Even applying to be a warlord before that just for his evil little plan.

About Him

Ok, enough learning from the data, let's talk more about Law that we can see from One Piece. I made a timeline analysis on Law's character development but it was too long so I'm just going to summarize it.

Tbh we really don't know what this man is thinking. He's kinda a tough character to read. He's very cocky and laid-back from pre-timeskip but then we have our all serious, kinda stressed out Law. But that's due to the straw hats' influence too so we aren't going to talk about that sadly😞.

☆ Well in summary, I might say that he's a man who plans ahead, a strategist I would say. A man who sees opportunities but also self-preserved. He's also calculative and takes what benefits him more. He can be blunt but he only speaks what's on his mind. But tbh we really don't know what this man is thinking.

After Sabaody, we get to see him during the marineford arc where he saves Luffy's life. And his reason for saving Luffy when he wasn't a "friend" of his (yet) was because he "acted instinctively" and that "it was a shame" if his rival dies there. Honestly I don't know what this man's real motive was. It could be his future investment or his way of networking. I mean look at them now, they're thriving as pals. He even goes out his way to "protect" the strawhats from Doflamingo during the dressrosa arc.

Overall, I think he's genuinely a good man. I mean that guy is WEAK for cute things (like Bepo). He took in those who don't have a place to go. Like Jean. Jean was a slave to the celestial dragon as we can see during the Sabaody arc. Law took him into his crew because Jean didn't have another place to go.

He may have a scary reputation, but he builds those up to protect his crew away from danger. He has a submarine because he wants to avoid unnecessary fights and danger away from his crew. He doesn't involve his crews on dangerous missions, he even sacrifices himself so just his crew can be free (Wano arc). I can't emphasize enough on how he SO protects his crew.

He don't like the idea of unnecessary murder. In fact, when he uses his power, he cuts at non-fatal places. I might be biased but a man with broad knowledge is my kink. And he's a doctor so he's very knowledgeable about stuff. He got some big brains if those "3 AM" thoughts are keeping him from sleeping, like we can see the dark eyebags Law🙄 go to sleep for once. He might be restless too.

What I Recommend - A Headcanon

Now here's the talk where I think how Law would be in a non-canon setting but is not OOC of him. I saw a lot of fics about him and tbh it's kinda my pet peeve that he's OOC :/ from how his character actually is.

Romantic tropes that I can see him in are slow burn, enemies to lovers, and liked each other but never made a move. But truthfully speaking, his character isn't one that thinks about having a romance. I don't see him "being in a romantic relationship".

If he does fall in love, I don't think he's the type to admit it out loud either. He would just show more of like a platonic love where he cares about your well-being just like how he cares about his crews'. You = the crews. More like a family love, not as a partner of interest. But it might be more complex than that and it's already a headcanon.

But talking about the headcanons where he is in a relationship, I can see him being the chill one (not especially laid-back but the calm, more mature one). Especially in a modern setting, one trope that I think suits him best is the smart cool boyfriend with glasses, books, and coffee and wears a dark brown coat or a jacket/hoodie. He can be flirty but only when it's necessary, not the fboy type of flirt and it is the right amount.

Talking about a type, that's up to your interpretation but one thing to keep in mind is that I think Law definitely finds smartness sexy 😉 *wink wink*

Yeah, basically that's all I can brain for Law. I might be biased but do let me know more in reblogs, comments, or ask box about your opinion because I would like to hear about Law more ☝️😩 Law's appreciation post <3

[minruko]

Could you do Zoro, Law and Sanji with a shy plus size black fem s/o and what they love about them plz? If you can! And if not that’s cool! I’m sure you’re busy with classes and stuff. I don’t see that much character x black s/o, so finding you was awesome! And I don’t see that much x plus size reader either, and it sucks when you’re in the thicker side of everything. But like I said, if you can that’s great and if not that’s understandable.🥰

i told myself i was gonna wait till my event was over to do this but that was a lie cause i drafted it out mentally the moment you sent this in👩🏾‍🦯

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zoro loves…

your thighs

it was well known by all the crew that this swordsman loves to sleep, he especially loves to sleep on your thighs loving how soft and plump they were, before and after every nap he would softly kiss your thighs and fall into his slumber.

your figure

he loves wrapping his arms around you and letting his hands rest on your hips or stomach, he loves your figure and would always let you know by placing soft kisses anywhere he could reach, his favorite places are your shoulder and your stomach.

law loves…

your personality

if you’re anxious shy or more of a reserved shy he loves it either way, he loves the quiet moments it grants like the two of you sitting in comfort silence, or watching you open up to his crew while he watches with a smile on his face from a distance.

your thighs

there would be times when law would pull all-nighters studying the materials in his medical books, when that time comes he’ll ward off his sleep, however, you simply laying his head on your plump thighs and asking him to sleep will more than often do the trick, bonus points from him if you run your fingers through his hair.

sanji loves…

your stretch marks

he loves running his fingers over the marks on your skin while cuddling, whether you love them or you’re slightly insecure about them he always shows you how much he loves them and loves them enough for the both of you.

your melanin

he loves watching your skin glow at the golden hours, ready to spout out his declaration of love at any moment because in his eyes you’re a goddess.

[sangorous]

꒰𝐝𝐞.꒱

trafalgar d. water law x black!fem!reader

"before you go, i would like for you to reconsider joining my family,"

the next three days went by like a blur. [your name] was still in bed, not able to move around like she wanted to. whenever she wanted to get up and try to at least walk, she would fall right over. taking a look at her legs, she wanted to break down and cry. then again, this was the price she had to pay. if she didn't overhear about his plans and what he was going to do, maybe she would've been able to walk right now. everything took time, especially when it comes to healing. however, she couldn't be patient. he could make his move right now while she's laying down, and she wouldn't be able to do anything.

her body resembled frankenstein. the long scars with stitching so they're able to heal, and she was able to

survive with the help of law. maybe she did owe him an apology, and a thank you. maybe without him, she would've died. and died with nobody remembering her as nothing but a traitor.

[your name] heard a few knocks on the door before bepo walked in with a tray in his hands, "good morning," he chimed with a smile.

"i brought breakfast, if there's anything else you need... please let me know," he walked over to her bed, where he placed the tray down on her lap slowly.

"thank you bepo. i'll let you know," she nodded her head with a small smile.

taking a look at her breakfast, a small sigh left her lips. breakfast was going to be a bit tedious for her, considering the fact that her arms were still healing. [your name] was able to utilize her arms, but not at full capacity. she still had her fair share of pain whenever it came to lifting them up or picking up objects to lift. for instance, take a fork. an object that does not carry much of a weight? to her, it felt like a five pound object.

the breakfast did look amazing. waffles with syrup and whip cream on the top, while she had a fruit salad on the side. a breakfast that would take at least ten minutes to complete, took her half an hour. it felt like she was eating in slow motion. at times, she didn't even want to eat because she grew frustrated at the fact she couldn't eat at a regular pace.

all [your name] wanted to do with heal. she wanted to heal so she could get her revenge, and she had to be 100% healed. the quicker she could heal, the more time she would have to plan out her new mission. the pain and suffering he brought her, she wanted him to feel the exact way she felt. her arms being bent backwards in an uncomfortable position, feeling her bones being popped out of their sockets. the excruciating pain she felt when his strings sent slashes flying down her thighs and legs. once she was able to stand on both feet and raise both of her arms, he'd know her pain. the pain of being left to die in area surrounded by animals that could've made her food. an area that was completely covered by large trees that could go up to the sky if they wanted to and bushes that probably had poison in them.

it was hard to believe that he was someone that she considered her lover at one point. although there were many things she never agreed on when it came to him and his actions, one thing she always remembered was that she'd owe her life to him. for saving her from her past life.

before she became the first chief officer of the donquixote family, she made a living being a spy. [your name] made a living family hopping and changing her identity whenever she was caught in a pinch. she knew how to create fake identifications, passports, driver's licenses, etc... anything that required some kind of proof, she could handle it herself. that was how independent she was. she found it ridiculous to trust "family" when it came to the mafia life. no matter how hard you can trust them, one bad move and they'll turn their back on you quickly. if not that, there is always going to be a secret that nobody but those who are close to the boss who will know. or in a case she's witnessed, the boss will do something behind their families back. watching their demise as they pretend not to know a damn thing. now she didn't have to join a family to know how scheming they could be, which was why she didn't join one. well that was until she picked up a mission for doflamingo.

[your name] was sent to spy on a family that doflamingo has had a feud with for a while, and [your name] thought it'd be an easy job like the others. but [your name] was wrong, crocodile was someone who could snuff out a spy or someone who was suspicious. considering the fact that he once had a spy in his own family who ended up being there for their own reasons before leaving him to join a different family permanently. right away, he was able to tell that there was something wrong with [your name]. he wasn't going to let her know quite yet, he wanted to have a little fun with her before he actually made her life a living hell.

"so..." the deep voice trailed off, gazing into her eyes.

"who are you working for?" he played with the sand that he used from his hand while she stayed quiet.

he couldn't help but chuckle, the quiet game. that game wasn't new to him. he knew exactly how to play and how to break someone, so this would be a piece of cake to him.

"okay, so we're choosing to be difficult? luckily for you, i'm an expert on working with difficult people," he grumbled, watching his sand fly around her beautiful face.

wasted potential is what he saw when he stared at her. someone that brilliant to act as if they were apart of your family, but the whole time they were a spy was amazing. crocodile hasn't been that impressed for a while if he was going to be honest. like the previous spy in his family, she too could read the poneglyphs.

the sound of the sand rustling around her made her body twitch a bit. she didn't want the sand going inside of her body, and she had no idea what he could do.

"just tell me who you're working for, and you'll be free..." he jeered, staring at her as he continued to grow irritated.

he was persistent, but she was the queen of being persistent. it was one of the many things she needed to do considering she was a spy, which meant that even if she messed up, she couldn't give away any information. giving away information after being caught will ruin her chances of receiving the extra amount of money she was offered. although many would've seen this as absurd, she had no care in the world. she was thankful to walk out with the extra cash she's received.

but this time, she had her doubts. she was starting to think that maybe this was the end for her, and maybe she wouldn't be receiving that extra cash she was hoping for. this was something that she knew that this would happen, spies weren't bound to live for long in this world regardless. her due diligence was completed and that's all that mattered to her. slowly extracting the information from crocodile, and relying it to doflamingo.

[your name] was curious though. how was he able to find out? yes, she knew that he has dealt with a spy before. she was positive that she had taken precautions so that he'd cover would not be blown, so her main question was how? how did he know that she was a spy?

as she stared at him, she began to recollect her memories. they were nice memories, memories she wished she could have forever. memories of her before she began this spy life, but that stopped once she heard the wall in front of her collapsing.

she heard a deep laughter, a laughter that seemed familiar. crocodile who faced her, turned around with a tired yet bored expression.

"what do you think you're doing with her?" the deep voice spoke. a glance at the shoes already alerted her on who this person was.

why was he here? what business did he need now?

"oh... so she was your spy?" the boredom seethed through his voice. he stared at the male who was slightly taller than him, and by slightly, he meant much taller than him. he was talking at least two feet taller than him.

"yes and you're not going to hurt her..." he walked closer, staring down at the male.

the tension between the two was quite vibrant while she stared at the two. if doflamingo stood in front of her now, then what was the point of her hanging up on the wall? if he could free her from up there, then that'd be great. at the same time, she began to think that he wouldn't let her free any time soon. the way they were just staring each down into their souls, made her realize that she needed to free herself.

the room had quite a few things that she'd be able to use, but the question was how would she be able to reach them? she was hung up against the wall, and there was no way that she'd be able to stretch her arms far enough to reach the knife that was on the floor. then she remembered, the cuffs around her wrist and ankles weren't seastone cuffs. meaning that she was able to use her to devil fruit powers with ease, all she had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity to do so.

"i should've known that you were the one who sent her, desperate for money are we?" crocodile blew smoke from his cigar.

"desperate for money? why would i need your money, i was hoping to demolish your pity of a business," he chuckled, taking a step closer to the male.

this was her chance, slowly and quietly. as long as their attention were on each other, she'll be able to her left arm into water without crocodile looking. as the two had their hands out of their pockets, she knew they were bound to fight.

"that's it..." she quietly muttered to herself, feeling her left arm turn into water. watching the water slowly drip towards the knife.

[your name] felt as if she was on a stranded island the way she watched the knife make its way towards her slowly. now her biggest challenge, how would she able to be free herself without making noise? crocodile was a wise man for having her hung up.

as [your name] thought about her escape, doflamingo had other thoughts. crocodile is not aware that half of the people in house were already taken out. his main goal was to leave with [your name] alive so he could carry out his plan. his top officers were able to have the room that she was being held captive surrounded by three bombs. all he needed was for [your name] to free herself so that they could go.

"did you know..." doflamingo trailed off, looking at crocodile.

"that 71 percent of the earth is covered with water? our oceans hold 96.5 percent of the water," crocodile gave him a confused facial expression as he looked at him.

"what the fuck are you getting at?" he grunted with the same facial expression.

"the ocean is something that [your name] is very familiar with, in fact, i believe that she can turn her body into water as we speak," he began to chuckle as she took this as her sign to pick the lock of the cuffs.

dropping down to her feet, it was evident that crocodile was not happy. somehow he had a calm demeanor, but that quickly changed when he charged at doflamingo who continued to chuckle.

"either way you lose..." his laughter became louder which infuriated crocodile more.

the feeling of her body being pulled by some sort of string as she saw bricks flying in front of her. was this part of doflamingos plan? did he know that she'd end up being captured? either way she couldn't complain because she was able to escape death once again.

[your name] took her flash drive out and stuck it inside of her laptop, revealing all of the information she was able to extra from crocodile when he was not around. with the information stolen from crocodile, doflamingo would be able to perfect this factory he was building. according to his information, this factory would make him a fortune. he'd have millions of dollars along with some of the top families wanting to invest in his business.

"here..." his tone seemed suspicious to her as she looked at the briefcase.

"there's nothing to be suspicious of, it's just your money," he added with the same tone.

she opened the briefcase, and just as he promised. $1,000,000, and that was with the extra money he promised her. this was the most she's made from a mission, and she was glad that she took this mission up.

as she stood up, she could hear his chair making a few noise, "before you go, i would like for you to reconsider joining my family. i think that this would be a perfect opportunity for you to grow..." he trailed off, looking at her.

"you don't have to give an answer right away, i'll give you until next wednesday," he added while she gave him a side eye.

and that was the last thing that's been on her mind ever since she left two days ago. she swore to herself that she wouldn't join any mafia family under any circumstances, but somehow she had this feeling that couldn't go away. yes the pay did catch her attention, and she was curious to see how much she'd be making being apart of this family.

maybe it was time for her to try something new. maybe a new beginning. something that could probably benefit her on the long run, so she said fuck it. [your name] got inside of her matte black range rover and drove to where the donquixote family mansion was located to give him her response. although he gave her a good amount of time to think, she knew she wouldn't take long to make her decision. especially a decision that seemed to be right in her mind.

"the young master will be happy that you're here..." trebol trailed off while she stared at him with disgust.

she was hoping that if she joined his family, she would not go on missions or trips with trebol. just the thought of his name made her sick to her stomach. curiosity did get the best of her and she did wonder where did doflamingo find him and why is he one of his top officers.

"young master, she is here," trebol knocked on his office door while you two waited, and you were hoping that the wait was not long. the last thing you wanted to do was stand next to trebol.

seeing the door open, both her and trebol slowly walked inside. the dull facial expression that was on his face, quickly changed into a small grin.

"wasn't expecting to see you back so soon," he placed his hands on his desk.

"yeah..." she trailed off, taking a seat in front of him.

"i'm interested in joinin' ya' family, but under my circumstances..." she added while he raised an eyebrow.

"okay, deal," he sighed, sitting up from his seat.

just his stare alone sent shivers down her spine. agreeing to work for someone she barely knew as a person was a big risk, but she was known for taking risk.

"i'll train you. you're a good spy, but i feel that your work needs some tweaking. you also have a strong devil fruit power that needs training as well," he stared at [your name] with a small grin on his again.

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Inked Brown Skin

TRAFALGAR LAW × black!reader

Summary

__ 18+ black!reader has a huge ass with Law's Jollyroger inked on one of her ass cheeks, and Law really, really gets off on it. Literally.

Content

___ !!! black coded reader, thick coded reader, reader has a huge ass, tattoos, doggystyle, size difference, squirting, oral(you receive), silent ass worship, meat to meat(no condom), Bepo calls your bonnet a 'mushroom hat, hair pulling, clothed sex, ass slapping, Law calls Reader a slut one or two times, slight dumbification, ejaculation on your ass

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it’s gorgeous.

Law’s patience was running thin, and his cock was growing from his inevitable erection. The Captain of the Heart Pirates never felt so threatened by mere sexual attraction. It came to a point where his sex was practically tamed with hot water from showering. He’d either go that route, or force himself to get over the self embarrassment of wrapping his tattooed hand around himself. Either way, Law would feel alright for a while until he spots you again.

Today seemed to be the worst of the worst. The shower kept Law at bay for at least two hours. The morning arose from the horizon , and it shined through the circled window. Those sun rays were dancing on your pretty waist before it edged down to your thick wagon. It would jiggle each time you moved, and Law could not take his eyes from it. Whatever work he had planned would have to wait, because he waited long enough.

New inked skin has to heal, that’s known, but he’s been watching it heal for weeks now. Law even marked the date of when you acquired that precious mark. He has watched that calendar more times than he could count, and he felt pitiful for doing it. But even though he felt pitiful, he wasn’t going to feel embarrassed. No, not this time. The surgeon lifted that feeling awhile ago and admitted his constant want for you. He admitted to himself that he wanted to hold your waist. He admitted that he wanted to watch your inked, brown ass jiggle below him. He admitted that he wanted to hear you sing out from pleasure, and he admitted he wanted to rut into you.

You deserved it. You deserved everything that was coming to you because of how much of a tease you were to Law. You’ve done nothing on purpose, and Law could see that, but you were unconsciously trying to cause him to cum in his jeans. All he saw when he woke up was his old, yellow and black jacket, lacy black panties, and what Bepo would call it, the ‘mushroom hat’ that protected your lengthy braids. But to be fair, Law wanted each of your perfect braids to be sprawled on his bed. He wanted to watch the braids fall over your face as he fucked you. He wanted to grip them. He wanted to control you with just a grip on your hair.

Law wanted to watch just how pretty your ass would jiggle with his Jollyroger inked into your brown skin. He wanted to feel it, grab it, and watch his cock pound you into the velvety sheets. He wanted it so bad, and he was tired of waiting for it to come true.

Law was but a man. He may seem as if sex doesn’t come to mind, but it does. And as you laid there on your side reading a much interesting book, mind clouded with imagination, you felt the bed dent in. It wasn’t until your e/c eyes reached contact with Law’s. Though, there was a difference about him, one you haven’t seen in quite some time.

Your dearest lover was a man that spoke little to no words when it came to love. He was still getting used to this evident fact that you were in love with him. He liked keeping a mundane existence, but when you came into his life, he sparked new things inside of himself. And seeing him look at you like this, it made your panties wet.

Trafalgar Law’s dark, raven eyes were dimmed, lustful, and wanting.

That was the last thing you noticed before you felt slightly calloused fingers gripping underneath your thick thighs. There was almost a black out between the time you were reading and now. All you could feel was air wafting between your legs, your eyes averting from Law’s focused face to your panties that were pulled to the side. Your pretty, painted toes were weakly in the air, and the book was loosely in your grip, dangling off the side of the bed.

Your precious e/c eyes rolled to the back into your head the second you felt Law’s lips caress your clit.

Law, being a surgeon and a doctor, he loved to be clean and sterile. He wasn’t implying that you were gross, however he just wasn’t one to ‘eat pussy’. So considering he was horny enough to suck and kiss on your pretty clit, it made you relish in the moment.

“Oh-… oh fuck. Law-…” Mixed with tiny little whimpers, your words were jumbled as you spoke. Your legs could only stay open but so long. It became hard to keep them open when you were being devoured by your Captain. His deep, black eyes stared at you from between your legs. His chin was drenched in your juices. Your body reacted fast from him turning you on, so you were now a small waterfall. Shivering from the pleasure, your nipples were hardened and poking from the inside of Law’s old jacket.

The simple fact that you were even bare underneath was more than enough to cause the doctor to harden up even more. And that gave him a motive to keep going. Those soft, wet lips tasted sweet. Your nectar rolled down to the bed sheets below, and Law watched how your face displayed submissive reactions. He almost feels naive for not orally pleasuring you for these years because of how much of a submissive you looked. His bratty lover, you, had much determination and pride. So, seeing you in such a state, Law believed this to be the most beautiful thing.

And he knew what could get you off even more.

“Keep them open, unless you want to be treated unfairly..” Law commanded, and yet, with his lower face drenched, he still managed to make you whimper. Your thighs stayed part, the feeling of his firm hold left you, and you felt his tattooed fingers start to massage your clit. The feeling sent you through the roof, your legs daring to close, but Law’s words repeated in your head. Your puffy pussy throbbed, unable to relax as you felt those fingers slip inside of you with a squelch. Those lips of his once again managed to suck and gently pull at your pearl, the sensation causing you to fall in a pit of your own sounds.

Being a doctor wasn’t the only thing Law knew how to do. Being a doctor meant knowing every part of a woman’s body, and Law knew every part of yours by heart. He was undoubtedly familiar with what made you jerk, what made you squeal, and what made you squirt.

“I-… Oh fuck I-.. fuckin’ love that..” you sharply whispered. Your large and plump bottom lip was now between your teeth as your hands wrapped slightly around your knees. The view was more than pleasant, Law would kill to see you here like this again. Long, pretty eyelashes fluttering, in his jacket, panties to the side, and your legs flexed back as you held them tight.

“Lawwww~… S-Stop doin’ it like that.. y’gonna make me cum fast…” Law could barely function when you moaned and tried to speak. You sounded so dumb. Dumb and pretty. Not that he would call you that out loud, but right now? He could mistake you for a pretty, dumb, bimbo. But Law loved when you’d try to speak.. especially when you were on the brink of cumming.

Those slender fingers gave you a shock when they curled, a loud moan leaving your throat. It slid out just as nice and pretty, taking Law by some surprise as you poured out your melody from your throat. “M’gonna cum-..” those words were music to the male’s ears. His fingers penetrating you ever so quickly, the sound of your pussy equivalent to the sound of water sloshing around… and Law’s cock twitched inside of his jeans from the sound of it.

His fingers were squeezed by your pink insides, a gorgeous sight to see. Law could barely focus on watching your pussy wink at him because his lips were still tending to your wet, swollen clit. He almost stayed there, however as good as you tasted, he didn’t want you drenching his face just yet..

“Fuck… Pretty thing.” He whispered after he stopped using his lips on your sex. His voice was deep, dark, and dominant. It made your orgasm speed up twice as much. A light twitch of your leg occurred before your pussy gently gushed the clear liquid onto his fingers. That’s what he wanted.. that’s what he dreamt of these past weeks. You squirted prettily on his fingers, and Law felt weak. He couldn’t contain the lust that was overthrowing him.

“So messy… I hope for your sake that there’s more in you, (y/n)-ya…” The surgeon said, his eyes taunting you in a way that was a bit too sexy for you to handle. It was so smug, and he was such a tease. His eyes trailed from the slight circle of wetness on the sheets before looking at you. You let go of your legs, closing them so you could have a bit of a break, but that didn’t last but a second.

After Law had a taste of you, he felt like he could now use you. And you may be his lover, but with the tension he had to endure, he was going to use you like a little doll. Which, he practically owned you now… you are stuck with his mark forever and he wasn’t going to let that up.

“Turn over.” The demand made you shiver, the thoughts in your mind finally trying hard to come true. You always believed that Law loved the new addition to your body, however, you didn’t know he was going to act like this. You could feel his eyes peering hard into you as you moved to turn over on your knees.. your ass was like water. It didn’t stop moving even when you tried to stay still. But Law liked it that way. He liked everything he saw.

At this point, everyone knew that Law wanted to marry you. He wanted nothing more than to keep you at his side. It’s so hard for a man like him to express anything, so nobody would expect much.. but with the way he acts around you, he can barely control himself. Let it be that he’s a pervert, he’s only a pervert for you and this phat ass he now claims.

Such a large hand he has, and he slapped your ass so hard that it echoed against the walls. He watched it jiggle for minutes on minutes. It made your pussy juices drip down your inner thighs each time his hand would come in contact with one of your cheeks. Your throat caught with moans and light waves of yelps. “B-Baby-… O-Oh Captain..” you whimpered loudly, feeling the tingling sensations of the aftermath. You just knew for sure that your ass had dark handprints, and your pretty brown skin couldn’t even handle it… that’s how much Law did it.

“don’t call for me (y/n)-ya… you’ve constantly been seducing me with this, knowing it’s taken a toll on me..” Law grumbled this in an annoyed state, but his thumb couldn’t help but run over the black ink. His lips almost dry from staring at it too long. He didn’t have to pretend anymore though, not when it was right here.. his cock was pressed against his leg, thick and heavy from being so aroused.

The zipper on his pants went down, his jacket went flying, his hat went elsewhere… and his cock made its entrance. And the second you felt his cock fall onto your ass, you arched your back on instincts causing Law’s breath to shake. He bit his bottom lip before his hands touched your wide hips. His thumb still able to touch some of the tattoo. Law’s hands were huge, as well as his body.. his height was overlapping yours easily.. the size difference was concerning even, but he knew you could handle him better than anyone else can..

“Every punishment I can think of will be given to you if you whine, because acting like a little slut now isn’t going to phase me when I know you’re a runner, (y/n)-ya....” He teased, but even though it made you embarrassed, you interjected back. “But that's because you can’t get enough and you lose control… right, Captain?…” you purred, softly moving your head up to look at his daring face. He was so tall that you could see him hovering over you from behind by just looking up.

You’d rather look at his face than his cock because that monster was practically eating your insides. You only teased him with that one sentence, yet he plunged his tip inside of you with a simple gesture. His tattooed hands sliding softly to your waist before gripping it tight and pressing it down to the bed. You felt your spine bending farther in a way that you didn’t even know it could. “I-.. Captain- oh… Captain!” Your whines equaled to a cat in heat. Your hands gripping the soft, plush pillow as Law watched your plush ass bounce against his pelvis.

That cock of his was so thick and long, it was fairly straight, and the veins were very prominent. The tip was so pink, and it was hitting your insides with a vengeance. But the only thing law could think about was how big your ass was, and how sexy his Jolly Roger looked on your jello ass. It made his breath hitch watching your ass bounce. Your waist was just right for this position, and your pussy caressed him so well.

This has to be the first time in a while that Law believed there was a heaven. The last thing he preferred was your hair in his grip, and that’s what he did. You whined about him gripping at your silky bonnet, but when his hand gripped around your braids in one swoop, your pussy became even wetter.

“Such a little slut…owning a pretty thing like you makes things much easier.. doesn’t it, (y/n)-ya?” Law grumbled, practically forcing his sounds to stay put. He wasn’t one to moan out in pleasure or even crack a sound, he would try his hardest to stay quiet. Especially since these walls were thin.. and he only knew that because nobody wanted to look at you two after the last time you two had sex… But, Law could barely keep his breaths at a reasonable rate. They were shaky, uneven and low. You could hear them, he couldn’t hide.

“M-Mhm..” You agreed with a weak hum, your eyes rolling back as Law pulled at your hair. The poor polar tang could be rocking a bit more than usual… Law will definitely blame it on your ass rather than his hips snapping against yours. But it was quite obvious with the ‘plap, plap’ sounds that repeated against the walls. It made your toes curl, and it made you purr like an animal. All because you knew Law was pounding into your insides, which were so smooth and squishy, tight and gushy.

It was just too good for Law not to take advantage of.

The constant thrusts were making you fall forward. “S-shit-… Law-.. Law st-..”a piercing squeal came from your throat, your knee moving up as you were trying to crawl away, just like he said, but alas, Law didn’t care. He moved his hand back, gaining some air before slapping your pretty brown ass again. His other hands pulling more at your braids, which strained your neck. But you couldn’t say anything…

“ I assumed you knew how to take it now. But you’re still a runner (y/n)-ya…” Law huskily whispered before his eyes trailed from your hair, back to your ass. He just couldn’t stop looking at it. His urge to marry you right now while fucking your pussy was too high. However , if he was going to do that, it needs to be professional.

Note, He’ll do it next week.

With an ass like this with his Jolly Roger on it, he’d love to marry you tomorrow. But, it wouldn’t be perfectly planned.. just like how he plans to cum on this pretty tattoo in a few minutes. That’s because there was no shame right now. Law knew he was on the brink of cumming, and he knew you were at your peak. With the way you were whining, the loud music of your wet lips, and the way you were squeezing around him… Law knew that you couldn’t handle much more for right now.

“M-… Captain-… Law-…fuck- s’good dick-..” your words were incoherent moans. You sounded so cute and dumb to Law, and that’s what made his cock twitch.. his insides felt like they were going against him. His throat let out a shaky groan from trying so hard to keep it inside.

The pirate was just too pussy drunk to not moan out and cum. His cock twitched again before his hips snapped forward once more, which made you fall forward somewhat on your side. Your pretty ass jiggled from impact, and Law’s thick, healthy cum spilt all over your tattoo. He can admit, not only did he like it on the tattoo, but he liked his cum on your skin as well..

His large hand kept a hold of his cock, letting go of it when he stopped cumming. Law was still fairly hard though, and it could be from the lack of sex, or it could be from being so turned on… Either way, your pretty pussy is going to get used a few more times before you leave the bed today.

“Five minutes to rest… no running next time, right (y/n)-ya..?”

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency Era! Law x Reader

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

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

———-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency era! Law x Reader

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

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

As an hour passes, the cold storm outside shows no signs of relenting, but the estate’s staff works diligently to pack all of the family’s belongings. The once lively halls and rooms now echo with the sounds of moving furniture and the rustling of packing materials. The assistant butlers and housemaids, dressed in their respective uniforms, carefully covered the estate’s elegant furniture with white cloth to protect it from dust and damage before the journey back home. Each item is treated with care, as they take pride in their responsibility to maintain the family’s valuable possessions. Outside, the carriages are being loaded with the family’s luggage and belongings. The head coachman ensures that everything is securely tied down, ready for the journey. Despite the storm’s fury, the carriages are sturdy, built to withstand such adverse weather conditions.

The viscountess observes the commotion from the comfort of the drawing-room, sipping her tea with a nonchalant air. She pays little attention to the bustling activity around her, confident that everything will be taken care of by the staff. Once the packing is complete, the staff members gather in the foyer, ready to depart. They exchange nods and smiles, a silent camaraderie built over years of service to the family. With the signal from the head butler, the carriages begin to move, one by one, making their way through the estate’s grand gates. The storm’s fury seems to intensify as they set off, but the staff remains undeterred. They have faced such challenges before and know how to navigate through the worst of weather.

As the carriages disappear into the distance, the estate returns to its quiet state. The wind howls outside, but inside, the silence is almost deafening. The staff members who remain behind continue with their duties, cleaning and tidying up, ensuring that the estate is left in impeccable condition until the family’s return.

As you sit in the carriage, you seize the chance to delve into the world of finance with the book you found in the library. The intricate details and insights about managing wealth, investments, and economic principles captivate your attention. The gentle sway of the carriage and the rhythmic clattering of hooves create a soothing atmosphere, perfect for deepening your understanding. Across from you, Emily, your devoted maid, is sound asleep, her head gently nodding with the carriage’s movement. You smile fondly at her, grateful for her presence and the peaceful ambiance of the journey.

The soft glow of the carriage’s lanterns illuminates the pages of the book, and you immerse yourself in the world of finance, eager to grasp every bit of knowledge you can find. The concepts and figures start to connect in your mind, and you feel a growing sense of empowerment. Unaware of the changing scenery outside, you lose track of time, completely absorbed in your reading. The storm’s intensity begins to wane, and the carriage continues its journey toward your official estate. The calmness that matches your tranquility replaces the wildness of the storm.

With each passing moment, you feel a deeper sense of accomplishment and excitement about the knowledge you have gained. As you approach your official estate, you carefully mark your progress in the book, promising to continue your study later. The carriage comes to a stop, and you step out with renewed energy, feeling ready to apply your newfound understanding of finance to your family’s affairs. Emily stirs awake and smiles warmly at you, knowing that you’ve been on another intellectual adventure.

The hustle and bustle of returning home resumes as the storm subsides, and you join in with enthusiasm. Equipped with the knowledge from the book, you know you can play a more active role in managing your family’s wealth and securing its future.

As the estate comes back to life, you look forward to the opportunities and challenges that await you. With Emily by your side, you feel confident and prepared to face whatever lies ahead, knowing that your journey of self-improvement and knowledge has only just begun.

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In the Eastern region of the kingdom of Gran Tesoria, Prince Geno sits in his study room, surrounded by the opulence befitting a royal. The room exudes an air of elegance, adorned with rich tapestries and fine artworks. The soft glow of the candles illuminates the space as he carefully works on his latest creation - a face portrait of you. His heart dances with a mix of emotions as he dips the brush into vibrant colors and expertly captures the essence of your beauty on canvas. Your image seems to come alive with each stroke, reflecting the captivating aura you possess. He never imagined that attending the gala would lead him to fall so deeply in love with a woman, especially you.

As he paints, memories of the gala flood his mind - the enchanting moment when he first saw you across the ballroom, your eyes alight with grace and intelligence. Your dance together was a whirlwind of emotions, and he can still feel the warmth of your hand in his, the softness of your laughter echoing in his heart.

The prince’s thoughts drift to the conversation you shared, your wit and charm leaving a lasting impression on him. He was captivated by your confidence, intelligence, and compassion. In that fleeting moment, he knew he wanted to know you more, to be by your side and explore the depths of your soul.

As he continues to paint, he can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He wonders if you feel the same way about him, if you share the same intense connection that he’s experiencing. The uncertainty of it all leaves him restless, but he’s determined to find a way to get to know you better.

His fingers gently trace the brushstrokes on the canvas, almost as if he’s touching your very essence. The more he paints, the more he realizes how much he adores you, and the desire to make you his becomes an undeniable force within him.

Finally, as the portrait takes shape, he steps back to admire his work. The likeness is striking, capturing your essence with astonishing accuracy. A sense of contentment washes over him, but it is also accompanied by a longing to be with you again. As the night grows darker, he carefully sets the portrait aside and decides that he will find a way to see you once more. With renewed determination, he starts making plans to return to the social scene, to be in your presence, and to unravel the mystery of the emotions that have taken root in his heart.

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Back in the duke’s estate, the duke finds solace within the confines of his study room. The harsh winds of the storm outside seem to mirror the turmoil within his heart. He lies on his back, the cold floor beneath him grounding his thoughts and emotions.

This simple act of lying on the floor brings a sense of comfort, reminiscent of his childhood. It’s a familiar sanctuary he turns to when the weight of the world becomes too heavy to bear. With closed eyes, he listens to the howling wind that rattles the windows and whistles through the cracks, as if it echoes the chaos of his thoughts.

As he lies there, memories of the past and worries about the future play like a reel in his mind. The recent encounters at the gala replay in his thoughts - the dance with you, the unexpected interaction with Prince Geno, and the rush of jealousy that had taken him by surprise. He contemplates the choices he’s made, the responsibilities he carries, and the challenges that lie ahead. The storm outside becomes a metaphor for his own inner struggles, the torrent of emotions and uncertainties that rage within him.

But even in the midst of this tempest, lying on the floor brings him a sense of clarity. The coldness seeping into his back provides a grounding touch, as if reminding him of his strength and resilience. The rhythmic sound of his own breathing aligns with the howling wind, creating a kind of meditative rhythm that soothes his restless thoughts. Time seems to pass slowly as he lies there, finding solace in the simplicity of the moment. The storm outside begins to ebb, and he feels a subtle shift within himself as well. The tumultuous emotions he had been grappling with start to settle, and a sense of determination takes their place.

With a deep inhale, he pushes himself up from the floor, his muscles protesting the movement after being still for so long. As he stands, he feels a renewed sense of purpose. The storm may have rattled his world, but he’s ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead with the same resilience that has carried him through countless trials before.

In the midst of the estate’s settling quietness, the door to the study creaks open, and in walks the duke’s close friend, Ace. With an air of familiarity, he enters as if he owns the place. He offers a warm smile, though there’s a hint of concern in his eyes. “Hey there,” Ace greets, his tone carrying both friendship and curiosity. His gaze narrows slightly as he assesses the duke’s expression. “How’s your father holding up?” The duke looks up, his face a mixture of fatigue and determination. He appreciates Ace’s genuine concern, and it brings a small sense of comfort amid his worries. “He’s not doing well,” he replies with a heavy sigh. “The doctor says there’s nothing more they can do. It’s just a matter of time now.”

Ace’s features soften as he listens, his empathy clear. “I’m really sorry to hear that, man,” he says sincerely, his voice laced with sympathy. As their conversation continues, another presence enters the study. It’s the duke’s younger sister, her arms carefully cradling a stack of books. Her expression is a mix of excitement and trepidation as she approaches, clearly interrupting an important exchange between her brother and his friend. “Sorry to barge in,” she begins, her voice carrying a trace of both apology and enthusiasm. “I just thought I’d return these books to you.” Her gaze flickers between the two men as she offers a sheepish smile.

The duke’s lips quirk into a small smile as he takes the books from her hands. “Thanks,” he replies, his voice softening in her presence. Despite the heaviness of the situation, her arrival brings a hint of lightheartedness to the room. Ace leans back in his chair, his easy going demeanor not fading even in this somber setting. “Well, I’ll let you two siblings catch up,” he says, pushing himself up from the chair. “Let me know if you need anything, alright?”

The duke nods appreciatively, and as Ace leaves the room, his sister takes a seat nearby, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. They fall into an easy conversation, sharing memories, thoughts, and even a few fleeting smiles. In this moment of shared connection, the heaviness of their current situation momentarily lifts, reminding them of the bond that has always been there.

As the day continues, the estate gradually returns to a sense of normalcy, each member of the family finding solace in their own way, whether it’s in the company of a friend, the embrace of a familiar study, or the warmth of shared memories. And in the quiet corners of the estate, they find the strength to face the challenges that lie ahead for them. 

———

As the day transitions to night, the fierce cold storm outside gives way to a snowstorm that blankets the surroundings in a pristine white layer. Inside the viscount’s chambers, the soft glow of candlelight flickers, casting a warm and comforting ambience in contrast to the wintry scene beyond the windows. With dinner approaching, he stands before a tall mirror, meticulously adjusting his attire for the evening’s gathering.

As he arranges his clothes and checks his appearance, his gaze lingers on the reflection staring back at him. His normally composed features bear the faint traces of emotion—a subtle puffiness around his eyes and a slightly reddened nose. It’s a telling sign of a recent emotional upheaval, a side of himself he rarely exposes.The viscount takes a moment to contemplate this unexpected vulnerability he experienced earlier in the day. The image of his father, frail and ailing, stirred within him a deep well of emotions that he typically keeps hidden beneath his stern exterior. The weight of his responsibilities and the impending loss of a beloved parent had brought forth tears that were uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor.

His fingers absently smooth the fabric of his attire as he revisits the memory. He acknowledges the complexity of his feelings—the love he holds for his father, the weight of his obligations, and the sense of helplessness that often accompanies the approaching end of a life. It’s a rare glimpse into the viscount’s private struggles, a moment when his guarded walls were momentarily breached. With a steadying breath, he brings his thoughts back to the present, his expression regaining its customary composure. As he turns away from the mirror, he’s resolved to face the evening’s social interactions with the same level of authority and control that he’s known for. His inner turmoil remains his own, hidden beneath the veneer of a viscount’s poise.

Leaving his chambers, he moves through the elegantly appointed hallways of the estate, each step a testament to his steadfast determination. The grand dining room awaits, filled with family and extended family members who seek his guidance and assurance. As he enters the warm glow of the dining area, he takes his place at the head of the table, ready to fulfill his role as the head of the family.

As the viscount settled into his seat at the dining table, his youngest son Ellis and daughter Elsie greeted him with a semblance of respect, which quickly faded into their true colors. It was a disheartening sight, a stark reminder of the influence his wife, the viscountess, had on their behavior. Ellis wasted no time in voicing his complaints about his personal tailor’s inability to meet his standards, fixating on trivial matters. “Father,” he whined picking at his crisp sleeves, “I believe it’s time to consider dismissing that tailor. This isn’t acceptable.” The viscount’s patience wore thin. “Ellis,” he replied sternly, “your tailor’s expertise is not in question. Learn to manage your expectations and treat those around you with respect.”

On the other side of the table, Elsie engaged in taunting her younger relatives, much to the viscount’s dismay. Her behavior mirrored the influence of her mother’s actions, causing a growing sense of concern within him. He met her eyes and addressed her with a firm tone, “Elsie, such conduct does not befit a young lady of our family.” Both Ellis and Elsie seemed undeterred, muttering under their breath in defiance. The viscount couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow for his children, realizing that they were trapped in the wake of their mother’s detrimental behavior. Throughout the meal, the viscount’s gaze shifted from family member to family member. Observing the nuances of their interactions, he couldn’t ignore the weight of their strained relationships and the disheartening influences that seemed to have seeped in.

As the dinner progressed, more meals arrived and conversation continued, the viscount surprisingly remained seated, his demeanor contemplative. He watched as his children displayed behaviors that were all too familiar, a reflection of the corrosive impact of his wife’s actions. Regret for not intervening sooner swelled within him, knowing that the damage done could have been mitigated with earlier recognition. Amid the chatter and clinking of utensils, the viscount found himself lost in thought. He contemplated the path his family had taken, the dynamics at play, and the necessary steps to rectify the situation. Resolute, he made a silent promise to himself to address these issues head-on, for the sake of his family’s well-being and their future.

You entered the room, your presence not escaping anyone’s attention. Unbeknownst to you, you took a seat near your stepmother’s side of the family. This particular branch of the family was known for their snobbishness and flamboyant behavior, each member seemingly having an unexplained issue with you. Taking your place at the table, you settled into one of the end chairs, the events of the day surely occupying your thoughts. The tension around you was palpable, and you felt the weight of their gazes upon you. Ignoring the unspoken judgments, you focused on the meal set before you.

However, any attempt at a peaceful evening was shattered as the viscountess seized the opportunity to make a cutting remark about your tardiness. The comment landed like a subtle but targeted attack, the intention behind it not lost on anyone present. Yet, before the viscountess could revel in her satisfaction, the viscount’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Y/n’s arrival time does not warrant a comment,” he stated calmly, his tone betraying the depths of his annoyance. His defense of you was unequivocal, a testament to the importance he held for his daughter’s dignity.

The viscountess’s features contorted in response, her forced smile crumbling into a mask of frustration. The direct confrontation from her husband was unexpected, a reminder of the complex dynamics that existed beneath the surface of their marriage.

The viscountess’s reply to his defense came quickly, laced with a passive-aggressive tone that sliced through the tension in the room. Her words tested his patience, and a bitter exchange of comments and arguments ensued, like a verbal fencing match where both were trying to land a decisive blow. “Is it surprising that she’s late?” she quipped, her lips curling into a condescending smile. “After all, she seems to prefer the company of those above her station.” The viscount’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his utensils. “Enough of your insinuations,” he retorted, his tone icy. “Oh, don’t act so high and mighty,” she shot back, her gaze cutting. “It’s not like your own choices have been much better.”

The atmosphere grew increasingly charged as the words flew back and forth between them. The viscountess’s comments were like carefully aimed arrows, each designed to hit their mark and provoke a reaction. The viscount, usually composed, found his patience wearing thin with every word that left her lips. “Perhaps it’s time you remember your place,” she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. He leaned forward, his voice like a steel blade. “I’d advise you to watch your words.” However, the viscountess’s misstep came when she made a distasteful comment about his deceased wife, the original viscountess. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as her words hung in the air, a line crossed that should never have been breached. “Your dear departed wife must be rolling in her grave to see what you’ve become—” she taunted, a triumphant smirk on her face. In the next instant, the viscount’s restraint shattered like fragile glass. His open palm connected with her cheek in a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the dining room. The viscountess’s hand flew to her reddening cheek, her expression a mix of shock and indignation.

Gasps filled the room as the guests exchanged surprised glances. The atmosphere had shifted from tense to explosive in mere seconds. “I’ve had enough!” His voice thundered through the room, a rare display of his simmering anger boiling over. The viscount’s eyes blazed with an intensity that could no longer be contained, his control shattered by her callous words. “The audacity you’ve shown tonight is astounding!” he continued, his voice carrying a mixture of anger and disappointment.

The guests around the table fell into stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The air was thick with a mix of shock, discomfort, and a long-held tension that had finally erupted into the open.

As your father ignores your stepmother’s sudden departure, you attempt to break the suffocating silence that has settled over the dining room. The strained atmosphere hangs heavy, and your question is like a lifeline, reaching out for a hint of normalcy amidst the tension. “Father,” you begin, your voice carrying a hint of nervousness, “did you have a good time at the gala?” Surprisingly, your father’s attention shifts from his plate to you. His expression softens, and it’s a rare sight to see – his defenses momentarily lowered, a glimpse of the warmth he rarely shows.

A small, genuine smile tugs at his lips, and his gaze meets yours. It’s as if your question has managed to pull him back from the brink of the emotional maelstrom that erupted just moments ago. “Yes, my dear,” he replies, his voice sincere and warm. “I did have a good time at the gala. Your presence made it all the more enjoyable.” His words hang in the air, a fragile bridge between you two. In this fleeting moment, the weight of the recent confrontation seems to lift, replaced by a shared connection. The viscount’s words remind you that beneath the layers of complexity and family dynamics, there’s still a bond that endures.

Your own smile mirrors his, your heart lifting at the genuine affection he’s showing. In this instant, the tension that had pervaded the room dissipates, replaced by a sense of reconciliation, however fragile it might be. As the dinner carries on, your father’s gaze occasionally drifts to you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the connection you’ve rekindled. The strained atmosphere has shifted, replaced by a tentative truce, a momentary ceasefire.

At this moment, you can’t help but wonder about your father’s thoughts. You sense that his decision to confront the troubles in his marriage is both daunting and necessary. The warmth he’s allowed himself to show, the genuine affection he’s shared with you – they’re reminders that there’s more at stake than pride and appearances. And as the dinner draws to a close, your thoughts linger on this fragile yet significant moment. It’s a glimmer of hope amidst the complexities of your family’s dynamics, a reminder that there’s still a chance for understanding and connection.

————-

Fueled by anger and embarrassment, the viscountess paces through the grand hallway with a determined stride. Her emotions swirl within her, a volatile mix of wounded pride and seething resentment. The sting of the public humiliation she endured at the dining table fuels her urgency, driving her to seek solace in the arms of her clandestine lover. The maids in her path scatter as she passes, sensing her stormy demeanor and unwilling to be caught in her wake. Her hands tremble slightly, betraying the depth of her emotions that she struggles to contain beneath her outward facade of pride. It’s clear that her confrontation with the viscount had rattled her more than she would admit.

Reaching her chambers, she doesn’t waste a moment. She summons her personal maid with an impatient flick of her wrist, her voice laced with an undeniable edge. Her orders are concise and brisk – a few select garments must be packed, and a carriage must be readied for her immediate departure. The personal maid hurries to fulfill her mistress’s wishes, moving with practiced efficiency to gather the requested items and prepare for the viscountess’s imminent departure. There’s a sense of urgency in the air, as if the viscountess’s emotions are a storm that demands immediate release.

As the room bustles with preparations, the viscountess’s mind is consumed by her lover, Lord Doflamingo. He’s the anchor to her emotions, the one who listens to her grievances and offers the adoration she craves. In him, she finds a sanctuary from the stifling world of the estate, a secret haven where she can be herself without judgment. With her personal maid scurrying around the room, gathering her belongings, the viscountess’s thoughts are a jumble of resentment, anger, and anticipation. Her plans are set – she will seek Lord Doflamingo’s comfort, sharing her side of the confrontation, basking in the adoration he showers upon her. It’s a dangerous dance she’s entwined in, one that threatens to unravel the delicate fabric of her marriage.

As the viscountess readies herself to depart, the carriage awaits, a symbol of her escape from the turmoil that festers within her. She steps into it with a mixture of determination and apprehension, her heart heavy with the weight of her choices. The carriage departs, carrying the viscountess away into the night, leaving behind a mansion steeped in tension and secrets. The aftermath of the confrontation still lingers, a testament to the fractures that run deep within the family’s foundation. In the silence that follows her departure, the estate seems to hold its breath, as if bracing for the inevitable storm that will come when the truth finally emerges. And within the walls of the grand residence, each member of the family is left to grapple with their own emotions and the consequences of their actions.

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[minruko]

If you’re reqs are open can I request law x black fem reader relationship hcs

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes and yes

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law is an interesting type of lover that’s for sure, he’ll admire you from a far before actually doing anything

since he’s so observant he’ll know a lot of things about you, he’ll know what kind of products you prefer for your hair so the moment you mention you’re running low on supplies there it is within a day or less

he knows that exact time of day your skin glows and tries to fight the smile off his face everytime he sees you, he was caught by bepo tho who just stared at him knowing his captain was in love

it would take a while for law to ask you out, due to his past he wouldn’t really wanna rush into anything until he completely trusts you and feels secure himself

the crew would be pushing y’all together in the most discrete ways possible, they would get on law’s nerves when he figures out what they’re trying to do

once y’all finally get together he’ll be a bit calmer, but normally found around you wanting to protect you cause he doesn’t want a repeat of cora

sleeping with law would be very comfortable, if you moved into his cabin with him after a while of dating he would by some silk pillowcases remembering that you sleep on them for your hair

when it comes to hair products it’s the same as the crush phase but this time you just ask him and he’ll just get it for you mumbling something about you needing to stop being cute

but one thing that will remain the same is the fact that he cannot keep his eyes off you, he has been lightly teased by his crew for “making goo-goo eyes” at you, which he tries to deny wholeheartedly but he knows he’s been caught

[sangorous]

꒰𝐞𝐧.꒱

trafalgar d. water law x black!fem!reader

"ah, [your name]~ya,"

trafalgar looked at the sight in front of him. this was nothing new to him, but it was definitely uncommon for him to find a woman beaten this badly. what was shocking to him, was that she had a heartbeat. before he could begin her operation, he made sure that the doors were locked. the last thing he needed was someone to interrupt him. if that were to happen, then she would be dead. sighing, he grabbed a pair of gloves and placed them on. this was nothing that the surgeon of death has never seen before.

the operation took twelve hours. now this mystery person was stable, while he left the room and walked to his office. this woman looked familiar to him, but yet he couldn't put a name to match her face. he was hoping that when she woke up, she'd be able to recall what happened to her and who she was. until then, it was time for him to get to work. trafalgar needed to figure out what was the donquixote family up to now, and how would he be able to hurt them where it would be detrimental towards them. he was hoping to hear from strawhat as well, hoping that he'd agree to the alliance.

the worst generation. known as the eleven supernovas who are the top rookie mafia families. composed from nine different families, they all share one goal. to make it to the top of the mafia family food chain. unfortunately for them, those four spots would be occupied by four different families. four of the strongest families to be exact. the beast family, the big mom family, the blackbeard family, and the red hair family. they were known to be the strongest and respected families throughout the state of florida. it is known that out of the four, the beast and big mom family have the largest families out of the mafia business. but that didn't scare the worst generation, ranking from the best males and female. marshall d. teach, monkey d. luffy, trafalgar d. water law, eustass kid, scratchmen apoo, capone bege, basil hawkins, roronoa zoro, x drake, killer, jewelry bonney, and urouge. they all made a name for themselves with their raw power and usage of their devil fruit powers, except for two; killer and zoro. now despite marshall being the founder of the blackbeard family, he took a shortcut to become one of the four mafia emperor. he stole his spot instead of working for it the way the other ten did. now to ordinary mafia families, they seemed like a threat. to the four emperor families, the worst generation had a long way to go if they wanted to reach their status. this was something that they've worked for since some of them were kids, and if they thought they'd be able to get it by the snap of their fingers, boy were they wrong. what the worst generation did not know was that they would be in for a rude awakening.

the heat from the sun shining on her face woke her up. where the hell was she? why was she in a random room? she knew she wasn't back at doflamingos because her room looked nothing like this. well where ever the hell she was, she needed to find the nearest exit. [your name] slowly sat up from the bed with her feet dangling from it, she tried to lift herself up to go down. that was probably one of the worst mistakes she could have ever made.

"fuck..." she muttered to herself as she just stared at the floorboard.

"you should probably lie down," the male quickly appeared in her room, standing by the door frame.

wait a minute, this voice sound familiar. she slowly lifted her head up, and saw someone she never wanted to see ever in her life. trafalgar d. water law, he was the one who saved her.

"ah, [your name]~ya," he clicked his tongue together, looking at her.

"i knew you looked familiar, just couldn't put a name to your face," he added while she scoffed.

the last time she saw him, was at sabaody archipelago street. the day she gave him a good kick to the face while he attempted to dismember her body.

"what'd ya' do to me?" she gave him a glare while he chuckled.

"i saved ya' life, that's what i did," he placed a foot on the doorframe.

"saved me?" she scoffed.

"take a look at ya' body, all the stitches on ya' leg? i'm surprised you can move your arms considering how far bent they were," he sighed.

"but if you don't want to believe me that's fine with me. a thank you would've been fine," he added, staring at her.

"what do you mean a simple thank you would be fine? i was perfectly fine on my own before i met you," she scoffed.

"really? because i saved you from dying but if that's how you want to act, then go ahead," he spoke calmly, staring at the stubborn woman.

"and by looking at your scars, i could tell that it was doflamingo..." he trailed off, causing her body to stiffen.

this was the one thing she hated about him. he knew too much without asking, how was someone able to know about a situation that they weren't present at.

"how do you know?"

"it's pretty obvious. let me tell you a secret that nobody here in this house knows..." he trailed off.

"when i was younger, i used to be part of the donquixote family. i went there hoping to find a cure for a deadly disease that i had, so i decided to join because he promised that he'd help me. but then i realized what type of person he was, and his brother was the one who helped me escape that family," he added, walking over to her.

"so my best bet is that you must've committed treason or your trying to escape," she gulped, looking at him.

"and if i did, what's it to ya’?" she looked away from him.

"if you need help, i'd be willing to help. i've been trying to stop him and bring him down. all i'm saying is that you don't have to do it by yourself [your name]~ya," and that was the last thing he said before he left her room.

was she truly safe here? could she trust him? all she knew was that she couldn't get up right now and had to relax in the meantime before making her next move.

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[sangorous]

꒰𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐨.꒱

trafalgar d. water law x black!fem!reader

"i gave you a home, food, clothes, trained you to be one of my top officers..."

her breath could be seen through the cool air as she looked behind her. it was dark, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to miss his bright clothing. she needed to get far away as soon as possible, so he would not be able to use his devil fruit powers on her. this was a price that she had to pay, but she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of taking her life away. [your name] knew that she had a few more years of living before seeing the end of the road.

"doll..." his deep voice trailed off.

"stop running, i'm sure we can work something out," he coo'd.

keep running, she needed to keep running. at this point, she didn't care if her legs gave out. she needed to be far away from doflamingo, her life was on the line.

"you're making me angry [your name]!" his voice boomed through the forest.

"at first i was going to go easy on you, but now you're testing your luck," he sighed.

[your name] ran towards the biggest tree that was nearby to take a breather. she hasn't ran this far nor fast since the last time she participated in a marathon four years ago. hearing the branches break, she quickly placed her hands on her mouth so her breathing wouldn't be as loud as it was before. it would be a matter of time before he would be able to find her.

"did you honestly think that you'd be able to escape me? escape your home? after everything i've done for you?" his voice was calm as she felt his strings pulling her towards him.

"i gave you a home, food, clothes, trained you to be one of my top officers..." he trailed off, looking at her.

"but you decide to commit treason? why?" he dangled her up in the air.

"because you're a liar! you've lied about everything!" she whimpered, keeping her eyes closed.

"i'm not a liar, you were just being nosy and didn't know your place," he chuckled.

the feeling of his strings gripping her wrist and ankles became tight. there was no point in her trying to resist his power. she knew that if he continued to do so, she could kiss her hands and feet goodbye. what she needed to right now was surrender and accept her fate.

"you know..." he trailed off, looking up at her.

"this is going to hurt me. my top officer, someone who i loved, turned their back on me. that's not even the worst part, you tried to run away from me as well?" he chuckled, placing his hand over his face.

"i would have not guess this, if anything i'm just shocked. it'll be a miracle for you to try and survive this. just seeing you die a painful death right now breaks my heart, because you were someone who i loved. a lover, but i guess it all comes to an end now," he brought her down.

"goodbye [your name]," he caressed her face once more before he unleashed his wrath.

doflamingo made sure to use his devil fruit powers to pull her arms back, making sure that every bone in her upper body became dislocated. as for her legs, he made sure he gave them multiple slashes as he watched her cry and beg for mercy. seeing the blood trickle down from her leg made him chuckle a bit, but at the same time he was a bit sad. he didn't want to do this, but he had to. nobody and he meant nobody could get away with trying to overthrow him, and for her to think she could try and escape, made him angry. without any care left inside of him, he released her from his strings and watched her body drop down to the floor.

'is this really how i'm about to go out?' she thought to herself.

her blurred vision caught a glimpse of him walking away as he hummed. maybe this was it for her, maybe it was truly her time to go. that's what she thought until she heard the voice of someone else. her poor vision could only make out someone with white fur.

"boss, we gotta help her. she's dying!" the frantic voice shouted while the person sucked his teeth.

"pick her up, i'll take us to the house," and that was the last thing she could remember before blacking out.

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tags(lmk if you want to be tagged): @dhns-stuff

[sangorous]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

trafalgar d. water law x black!fem!reader

"do you think

you can survive?"

"of course i

can,"

a short angst story where,

you become a wanted

woman for committing

treason against your former

mafia family.

[your name] [your last name]

"look i was perfectly fine on my own!"

trafalgar d. water law

"you should be grateful i didn't leave ya' out to die,"

doflamingo donquixote

"i want you guys to find her, but if you guys bring her back in bad condition... i'll have no hesitation to kill you,"

other occurrences:

the strawhats as themselves

the heart pirates as themselves

eustass kidd as himself

killer as himself

and more

violence, gore, mild-language, manipulation, triggering themes.

there will be times where you don’t agree with with the reader does or is doing, and that’s okay.

this is a mafia book, this will have nothing to do with the one piece universe at all (except for maybe devil fruit powers). if you do not have an constructive criticism to offer, please keep your comments to yourself. there will be some usage of creole in here, just wanted to give you a little warning. sorry if you’re not haitian, i just wanted a little representation.

chapters: ꒰𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐨.꒱ ꒰𝐞𝐧.꒱ ꒰𝐝𝐞.꒱ ꒰𝐭𝐰𝐚.꒱

tags: @dhns-stuff

***𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤!<𝟑***

[sangorous]

i have zero motivation…….. so here’s a preview of chapter three of my trafalgar d. water law x black!fem!reader book that i have on my wattpad account!🙂 ~ shaia <3

The room was quiet as [your name] softly snored into her pillow. She wanted to wake up, but there was nothing she could do. This whole healing process seemed like a bunch of bullshit to her, and she wanted to leave this house. Yes, she knows that he offered her a deal, but she wasn't up for the offer. [your name] had her reasonings on not wanting to join a family. Yet, she let her curiosity get the best of her. Leaving her in scars and bruises that'll heal over time, but she signed up for this life. Even when she wasn't part of his family, there were times where she was on the brink of death. At the same time, none of them tortured her the way Doflamingo did. Just thinking about him provoked many emotions. A man that she trusted, keeping such secrets. Yet the secrets weren't the worst thing, it was what he did that made her want to leave.

With Trafalgar, he sat in his meeting room with a rather irritated look. Listening to everyone argue about whether [your name] should join their coupe very soon was not something he was fond of. If he was going to be honest, he thought that they'd be on board. The keyword was thought, but he was wrong. A few of them were scared that she'd turn her back on them, which would be understandable for them.

"She never told us the story of how she ended up like that," Uni spoke while the others agreed with him.

"She won't betray us, she's nice," They gave Bepo a questionable look.

"You guys keep on protesting her for not joining us, but none of you met her. I did and she seems outgoing and looks like she wants to get revenge on Doflamingo..." Bepo trailed off.

"Listen..." Law let a sigh out.

"We don't know if she'll take my offer. Whether she takes it or not, she does anything to harm any of you, I will rip her heart right out of her chest. That is a promise," They slowly nodded their heads at his statement while he looked at everyone.

having a hard time finishing it fr. 😕