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Overview
Part 1 ◇ Part 2 ◇ Part 3
Young grass, pink cherry blossoms, the chirping of sparrows on the rooftops. Spring brought with it the scent of life, just as the sun brought its gold in the early morning hours. Warmth crept into the apartment with the light and greeted the inhabitants. But it found no entry through one of the large glass-front.
In the middle of a pile of pillows and blankets, formed into a cave, Japan's number two most popular hero lay amidst his own chaos. His thoughts swirled like a typhoon. Rain's scent still lingered in his nostrils, and he could still feel her lips on his. The memory of her face, as he carried her toward the office, burned behind his closed eyelids.. Red fields guided him through the darkness and opened the door, from which light and a tangle of voices poured.
It struck his heart like cold iron. He remembered how he had to break away from her, slowly opening the door, only to find Rumi and Tokoyami in his office. Actually, he had intended to make Rain happy here, slowly strip the clothes from her body and taste her nectar. But he got nothing more than Rumi's grin and an annoying remark.
'Nice stain on your trousers, Hawks. Did you spill your beloved coffee?' Rumi's words burrowed under his skin. Her grin betrayed that she knew exactly what was going on, and even now he felt the frustration as intensely as a few days ago. A dangerous situation at this time of year.
A shrill sound stopped his thoughts, but he didn't move, even after the sound at the door turned into a knock. 'Rain?' flashed through his mind as his smartphone, buried under layers of fabric, vibrated. His trembling hand frantically searched for the device and found it quickly. The screen blazed brightly in the darkness, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs, only to almost freeze. Mera. That was a name he didn't want to see right now, and yet his eyes slid over the text.
Mera: Open the door, I know you're here.
Hawks felt something tighten in his chest. He didn't want to see anyone, not even Mera, or anyone else from the commission. However, his sense of duty reproached him.
Hawks: You have a key.
A moment later, there was the clatter of a lock, followed by heavy footsteps in the hallway. The sound of the shoes fell silent outside the living room. Hawks' feathers sensed Mera's gaze gliding across the room until it came to rest on his nest.
"Damn it, Hawks, it smells as bad in here as a chicken coop. When was the last time you showered or opened a window?"
"What do you want?" Hawk's annoyed voice sounded from the darkness of his constructed ceiling den. "I've requested leave. If it's about work, you can leave right now."
Sighing, Mera approached. "So it's that time again? Spring has you in its grip again?"
The wooden floorboards under Mera's shoes creaked so softly that Hawks only perceived it through his feathers. It jolted like an electric shock through the quills. His body straightened, one wing tearing the blanket aside as his eyes reflected the dim light in the room.
"I said, LEAVE! If you take another step toward me, I guarantee nothing! I don't need a lecture on discipline from you!"
Mera froze. The wild stare that met his gaze wasn't fixed on his eyes, but on the bare skin of his throat. He had known Hawks since the Commission had taken the boy in, and he had witnessed the depressive phases that arrived every spring like clockwork. But this aggressive sharpness was new.
"Okay," Mera said quietly. He shifted his weight slowly away from Hawks. "Is something wrong? You're shaking."
Hawks' jaw was grinding so hard that a small muscle at his temple twitched rhythmically before he looked away and dug his fingers into the fabric of his trousers.
"Get out of here, Mera," he gasped.
Without another word, he dropped forward into his nest. His wings unfolded with a hard, almost whipping sound and closed around him like a protective wall until he was completely hidden.
Mera remained still in place. His gaze lingered on the fine glitter in the glare of the sun forcing its way through the heavy curtains before swaying to the ball of red feathers. He smoothed his suit jacket and adjusted his tie before turning towards the door.
Outside, the stifling air gave way to the scent of flowers and young grass. The click of the lock sounded louder to Mera than it actually was. He took a sharp, audible breath before his shoulders slumped and his head fell back. Clouds drifted aimlessly overhead, accompanied by a flock of geese whose cries cut through the city noise.
With a low groan, he rubbed his temples with one hand while slowly pulling his smartphone from his pocket. His thumb tapped nimbly across the screen, but then hovered over the green call button. The name displayed above it sent an uncontrollable shiver racing down his spine.
The ensuing ringtone dragged on like thick, viscous tar; with every ring, his shoulders grew more tense, until the sound was replaced by a sharp click and a voice cold as ice.
"Mr. Yokumiru. What is his condition?"
"Unstable, Madam. He’s more aggressive than usual and has barricaded himself in the apartment. I suspect he’s fixated on someone."
There was a brief silence on the other end. "A fixation? That would severely impair his performance, Mr. Yokumiru. We have no use for him in that state. He is an invested resource that is currently lying idle."
Mera felt his stomach tighten at these words. "Madam, surely you aren't considering keeping him on duty? He isn't himself. In this state, he’d be a danger to us all. I suggest we isolate him for seven days until the hormonal spike passes."
"A week?" The President scoffed into the microphone. "I dislike repeating myself, Mr. Yokumiru. If he won't cooperate, we’ll have no choice but to give him what he wants."
The breath caught in Mera's throat. "Give him... Madame, that’s risky. Who did you have in mind?"
At the other end, Mera heard the HPSC President’s annoyed sigh. "I’ve been reviewing the Commission’s files. The only option we have is the Phoenix Girl, Rain Black. Her bird-type Quirk might allow her to understand his condition."
"Rain?" Mera’s eyes widened. "Madame, with all due respect—Hawks’ instincts have a firm grip on him; right now, he views everything as a threat. If I send Rain in there, he might hurt her. At the moment, he’s nothing more than a predator, and she is..." Mera broke off, well aware that his words wouldn't please the President. "She is an ally, not a toy."
A soft click sounded before the President’s cold words emerged from the device. "You underestimate the resilience of our allies, Mr. Yokumiru. Tell her it’s an emergency. Miss Black will come, and as for what happens next... Well, that serves to preserve our best people."
"That’s madness. If this goes wrong, we’ll have a broken hero on our hands and end up on a mercenary group’s blacklist."
"Just do it, Mr. Yokumiru. That is an order." The ensuing beep left Mera alone. His larynx jerks heavily upward, yet he could not swallow down the weight of that command.
Throughout the journey, the houses around him seemed like the walls of an endless tunnel from which there was no escape. He steered the car into the driveway, passing trees whose leaves were just beginning to sprout from the branches. The moment the engine fell silent, his feet touched the asphalt. His gaze trailed over the façade of the apartment building until it settled on a specific door.
He could have turned back, but what would have become of him then? Almost certainly a termination, yet now he was moving toward a door that mocked his loyalty. He adjusted his tie one last time, then pressed the doorbell. At first, there was nothing to hear but the singing of the birds around him.
He raised his hand and knocked on the wood.
"Rain, it's Mera. Please open the door. There are a few bureaucratic matters that need to be sorted out."
Silence.
Mera sighed, but just as he turned to leave, the lock clicked. The door opened only a crack, just enough to reveal a pair of deep red eyes peering out from the darkness of the apartment.
"Mera," Her voice was calm, yet it did not escape Mera that it grew quieter with every word. "Can this wait until next week?"
"I'm afraid not." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We're missing a few important signatures, and without them, Hawks is going to be in serious trouble."
A slight twitch ran through Rain's eyelids as her nails dug into the wood of the door.
"Come in." As soon as her last word was spoken, she pulled the door open wider.
Mera gave a curt nod and stepped inside. When he entered the living room, a noose was tightened around his heart. Curtains kept the sunlight out; pillows and blankets lay scattered everywhere, as if they didn't know where they belonged. The table was a battlefield; strewn with the silver skeletons of empty vitamin and magnesium packets.
'Shit,' Mera thought. 'Is she suffering from spring depression, too?' His stomach tightened again. The realization that this was no coincidence came rolling in like a train.
Almost silently, Raina pushed past him. Her movements seemed cautious, which didn't suit her otherwise self-confident manner.
"Are you not feeling well?"
A deep, vibrating sound tore from Rain’s throat before she could press both hands over her mouth. It didn't sound human; it was a raw, primal noise that sliced through the silence of the room. Her black feathers bristled sharply, making her silhouette appear unnaturally large in the dim light.
Mera froze. The air in the living room suddenly felt consumed by a smell he had learned to hate by Hawks.
"Rain?" His voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper.
She let her hands drop, but her fingers trembled so violently that she had to dig them into the fabric of her shirt. Her ruby-red eyes darted restlessly, flicking from his gaze to his tie and back again. She looked like a predator that was simultaneously prey, trapped between the urge to flee and the urge to step closer.
"Yes. I’m just... dizzy." The word broke off halfway, as if her throat refused to carry the lie.
"Dizzy?" He knew exactly what was happening, and his conscience screamed at him to leave her alone. But his fear of the President was louder.
"Yes, that’s all. But why are you here, Mera?"
"It’s about the reports," he forced out. He gestured over his shoulder toward the door, as if the way out were the only lifeline. "They’re in the car. You need to sign them. And Hawks does, too."
Rain swallowed. The sound was far too loud in the room’s oppressive heat. Her gaze drifted to the dark hallway, as if an abyss were waiting for her there. "And this... this really can't wait?"
Mera slowly shook his head. He was starting to feel like a traitor.
"You know what the President is like. If those reports aren't on her desk by tomorrow, Hawks is going to be in trouble."
"Then I'll sign them here," she blurted out, almost too quickly.
"Yes, you could. But there’s a problem." Mera took a half-step toward her but immediately regretted it when she visibly shuddered. He reached for his tie knot, tightened it, then loosened it again. "Hawks doesn't want to see anyone from the Commission right now, not even me. You might be the only one he won't lock the door against."
Rain’s gaze wandered aimlessly around the room. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her jaw shifted from side to side. Finally, however, she let out a barely perceptible sigh and gave a curt nod.
"I'm just quickly grabbing my bag."
Mera’s shoulders slumped in relief, yet the knot in his stomach tightened. Rain agreeing to come along felt like a success, though he didn't want to dwell on what the outcome might actually be.
"Okay. I'll wait in the car."
The thought kept flashing through his mind: just jerk the wheel, turn around, and keep Rain away from all this. But the consequences gnawed mercilessly at him: suspension, dismissal, existential fear. The closer they got to their destination, the more intensely Mera felt his pulse beneath his skin. A steady 'thump-thump, thump-thump-' that grew stronger with every intersection, reaching its peak when the car stopped in front of Hawk’s high-rise.
The minutes dragged by, as sluggish as the warm air spreading through the car. The heaviness of the moment was broken only when Mera reached for the passenger-side glove compartment. The small lock clicked softly as he opened it, reached inside, and pulled out a clipboard with papers.
"These are the reports," he said quietly, handing them to Rain. "They need to be filled out, signed, and on the President’s desk by tomorrow at the latest."
Rain’s fingers gripped the board as if it were a lifeline. Her breathing was heavy, but before she could say a word, Mera’s hand moved into her field of vision. He placed a key on top of the reports. Rain blinked in confusion before looking up.
"Those are the keys to Hawk’s apartment." Mera’s eyes drifted toward the glass colossus where the car was parked. "He’s turned off his doorbell and his smartphone. You’ll need these to get inside."
"Mera," she said, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. "Isn't that breaking and entering?"
His mouth parted slightly, but at first, no sound came out. Thoughts raced through his mind; he felt as though he’d been caught red-handed.
"Then knock first." The words were spoken softly, but they had slipped past his lips far too quickly.
Silence. The only thing breaking the silence was the occasional twitching of Rain’s feathers as they brushed against the beige leather of the seat. With a fluid motion, she reached for the handle and opened the door. Fresh air, filled with the scent of new greenery, streamed in and played with her silky black hair.
"I’ll be back in thirty minutes."
Mera remained silent. He watched as she stepped out, closed the door behind her with a sharp tug, and headed toward the high-rise. Everything in him said that it would not take 30 minutes, but hours, if not a few days.
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks Chapter 24 preview!
Keigo found your sleeping form curled up in Dabi's blankets and pillows on the living room couch. He ignored the instinct to pull you into his chest and sneak you into his own room. He didn't have the heart to wake you after another close call, the Winged Hero shuddered but lifted the blanket to inspect your clothing or any sign of anything amiss aside from the light bruises coloring your skin. He retucked you in with precious care as he felt Touya's cool blue eyes observing him.
"Still can't sleep, feathers?" Touya asked, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
Keigo nodded. "Something like that." He glanced back at Touya, he made an attempt to smile, even if it didn't reach his eyes.
"We are gonna have to keep our heads down and lie low for a while, which will leave our soulmates handling the grocery store runs for a bit until the cost is clear." Dabi advised, flicking the ashes in the ashtray, sitting on the coffee table, being mindful not to get smoke close to your face. "She's a tough girl; she can handle it."
"You don't sound convinced." Keigo glanced down at you while they talked, noticing the flame users movements had gone still. Keigo did know the truth. They all murdered those lowlifes. They were in a hurry to save you. Wanted them gone, erased. They didn't think twice or regret it. Your shakiness, trembling and fear, silent sobs, inner wails and cries of despair; he scented all of it. He knew Kai, Tomura and Touya noticed it. They mentally observed every detail - it's how they've stayed alive for so long. The winged blonde slid into his own seat across from you, one of his wings unfolded to caress across your leg with the simplest of touches, love and yearning illuminating within the darkness of the room.
"You are so pussy whipped man," Touya snorted, flashing an all-knowing, cocky grin. "And you ain't even had a literal taste of her."
"It doesn't matter," Keigo lifted a hand to rest his chin in his hand. "We are all too deep to ever go back to our old lives without her now." Someone of the winding tension coiling hard within his stomach had finally drained away. Safe. His dove is safe. Back at home within their shared love nest.
"What if we want to uproot our operation, move her into a safe house and live the rest of our lives without you, hero?" Kai's voice breaks the peaceful, homey and cozy, respectful atmosphere between the two men.
you could never get tired of admiring your husband heian era!sukuna ♡
most people couldn’t look at him for long.
the moment they caught sight of him, their eyes dart away. some out of fear, or some out of disgust. they believe a creature like him isn’t meant to be looked at.
you think they are all blind.
the evening is quiet, lantern light casting a warm glow across the room. it has become part of your nightly routine before bed, these quiet moments spent with your husband after the day has settled.
sukuna sits against the bed frame, one pair of arms folded while the other rests loosely across his lap.
his crimson eyes follow you as you crawl toward him. you sit down beside him and gently take one of his hands, then another.
his brows rise as he looks at you expectantly.
you compare them, turning them over in your palms. thick fingers, calloused skin, veins running beneath flesh capable of tearing apart crowds.
yet you trace them carefully, as if they are something precious.
“four arms..“ you murmur.
“you say that as if you’ve only just noticed,” he says, clicking his tongue after.
you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.
“they’re beautiful.”
he looks at you, and you swear there’s a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though he’s heard you say so many times before.
beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.
you continue before he can respond.
your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.
then your attention lowers— to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.
you start to lean forward, but sukuna’s eyes narrow. “what are you doing?”
“hm?”
his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.
you examine it with genuine curiosity— it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.
without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.
“…why are you looking at me like that?” you ask after coming back up.
for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.
“what was that for?”
you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.
“i do kiss these as well, no?”
a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.
you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.
you‘ve always found them quite interesting.
carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. “so you can see from them as well?”
“obviously.”
you continue to examine him shamelessly.
the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.
every detail. every part others fear— you love looking at them, love memorizing them.
when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.
“what’s so amusing?” you ask.
two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.
“just why are you so different?” his thumb brushes across your cheek.
for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.
“wouldn’t be here if i was like everyone else, hm?” you reason.
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Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 23
💞Chapter 23: Unchained
Chapter 23 of four soulmates is out!
Our reverse isekai, reverse harem, romantic comedy is back! Who's ready to see our boys become unleashed, unchained and kicking ass this chapter?! (fight scenes are not my strong suit, so please bear with me X////x)
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 23
💞Chapter 23: Unchained
Once again, you find yourself within the strange dream state.
The animals surrounding you. The raven, the cat, the hawk and the rabbit. The hawk appears to be making himself small, tucking his wings tight and nuzzles into the side of your cheek as you close your eye.
The cat laying across your legs, paws crossed and napping.
The rabbit nibbling on grass and the raven perched on one of the tree branches of the tree you were resting against, serious, alert, quiet. Puffing his black feathered chest or feathers before clenching his nails into the bark of the tree and clawing softly, shifting his golden orbs to observe you.
The peaceful meadow and forest vanished. The sky darkens, everything withered, rotted, blacked and dead; decaying and turning into dust.
Blue flames flickering, sparkling, embers rising into full blown flames, scorching, hungry, searching, devoured and burning everything before surrounded you in a circle of azure blue hellfire.
The ground and earth tremble, quaking. Shaking and core rumbling as spiked rise from the earth's crust itself, building a wall, no, a barrier outside the wall of ablaze inferno.
What? What was happening? Your hand covers your mouth as you take in your new surroundings. Your free hand lowering into the hard clumps of dirt and dust you touching your fingers, then discover something soft?
Lowering your gaze, your breath hitched. It. It can't be. Hawks' feathers? Bright red, crimson feather. You. You were sitting on a bed of his feathers. A nest. A love nest.
Four silhouettes loomed and hovered over you.
Shigaraki, Dabi, Overhaul and Hawks.
Each pair of intense liquid gems gleaming and bright, staring into the depths of your soul and holding you spell bound. Unable to move. Hypnotized and paralyzed.
Something, darker. It was hard to place. Curiosity. Desire. Hunger. Yearning. Anger. Confusion. Loneliness. Hopeless.
You heard each of them whispering within the darkness, a heated kiss and caress licking your skin.
"Angel."
"Doll."
"Dove."
"Player Two."
Each voice breathing hot down your neck or against the shell of your ear and hands? Multiple hands began to wonder and roam.
"You understand me, don'tcha doll?" Dabi chuckles darkly into your left ear. "The world is made of false heroes." The heat of his touch sends a wave of new chills crawling down your spine and makes your core throb with need. You know he's right. You've seen it, his own father for example. Even how the Commission treated Hawks and Nagant, children and trained them as human soldiers with a golden cage. "Fakers. Phonies. Hypocrites. Lairs and villains disguised as Heroes."
"You see the big picture, angel." Overhaul whispers into your right ear, voice heated. His conviction and declaration poured out of his masked mouth with unknown giddiness and passion, so unlike his usual stoic and flat tone you were used to hearing. "Why the cure needs to be spread." Rubbing his fingers down your arm. "My life's goal and vision. The plague spread throughout mankind, the filth, rot, disease spreading, continuing to infect the populace." His gloved hand, grabbed your hand and brought it to his masked mouth, fingers intertwined and forcing you to press your inner wrist against the air filters of his mask. "Ignorant, foolish and blind to see their own destruction and downfall coming sooner. Don't you agree?"
Your body began trembling and shaking between them. It should have been fear. Survival instincts kicking in. No. It was worse. Attraction. Arousal. Heat, need and desire festering inside, trickling between your clenching thighs before they were spread apart, wide open.
Your face is turning scolding. You open your eyes, flickering your head down to see Hawks kneeling before you.
Hawks looking up at you with heavy-lidded, lustful and bright amber birdlike eyes. "Dove, I need to taste you. Devour you." He whines, nuzzling and cooing into your inner thigh, placing a soft and teasing kiss into the thick, meaty flesh. "Won't you let me worship you? Please? Pretty please, my mate."
Shigaraki stands behind Hawks, pressing the birdman further into your body as he leans forward, crimson orbs full of confusion, hatred and yearning? "You've got only yourself to blame, Player Two." He rasps. Dry, chapped and scared mouth hovering over your own. "Tempting me with your touch. Challenging me and burrowing yourself into all of our broken, black hearts."
You didn't know what to say. All of their confessions, sinful touches and warmth made you hot and bothered all over. Overwhelmed and dizzy, your heart pounding loud in chest and ears.
Dabi boldly reaches around and gropes one of your breasts. "Will you choose one or all of us, doll?"
"When my plan is completely, you will want for nothing. Stay by my side as my Persephone." Overhaul takes off his mask and trailed kisses down you neck, then bites down hard.
"Forgive me, my mate." Hawks is drooling and panting. "I can't wait anymore." He pulls your panties to the side and begins licking and feasting on your pussy, groans in pleasure from your taste. His dark amber and hawk-like eyes are wide and dilatated, primitive need and demand clouding his eyes.
You gasp and moan just as Shigaraki captures your mouth, swallowing every single, sinful and mewling sound from escaping.
You couldn't believe this.
Why? Why were they all so passionate and needy in this dreamscape compared to reality? Was it their inner desires and feelings for you bubbling over? Their lusts and greed were insatiable, blazing and demanding your attention.
Overhaul releases your neck, bringing a gloved hand to his mouth, pulling it off with his teeth, then flattens the palm over your dress, overhauling the material to ribbons and fondling your other neglected breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. "Such a naughty girl." He drawls lazily, smirking. "Your pussy is already dripping wet, and we've barely touched you."
You reach behind you, trailing your hands into each of Overhaul's and Dabi's hair, earning a pair of breathless groans and shuddering.
They both moan your nickname and press their hard erections into your ass, one on each cheek.
Shigaraki breaks the kiss, panting and gasping for breath, his own pale cheeks heavily flustered underneath his strands of light blue hair. Watching the other Villains and Hero manhandle you turned him on. "Are you a virgin?" He rasps, meeting your eyes.
All three of them pause. Waiting for your answer.
You are unable to think, mind too clouded and drunk off of pleasure. You pant, shivering as goosebumps prickle and spreading throughout your heated skin. "I'm-"
You wake up.
Gasping, panting, sweating and sexual charged to the max. These vortex of feeling overflowing and passionate urges were getting out of hand now. What were you supposed to do? Each one had become more irreplaceable within your heart. Each one of your past incarnations and passionate trysts and love stories ended in tragedy, plaguing the back of your mind. What's the reason for them to cross over into your world, if you can only choose one and then have them ripped from your life, your world, if you couldn't follow them? "Why can't they all stay?" You mutter to yourself, holding yourself. "Or can't I go back with them?" Tears prickling the corners as the high and overstimulation wracking your body in pleasure shivers and arousal quickly faded. "What am I supposed to do!" You scream. You can't stay here. You began to inwardly panic. "I need to get some fresh air. Need to leave." You slipped on a hoodie, shoe, grabbed your wallet and phone and bolted out your room, down the hall and slipping out the back door. Tears blurted your vision. "I"m sorry," You sobbed, clutching a hand to your mouth. "I'm so sorry."
You didn't stop, even when you heard Touya's voice calling after you.
It wasn't just you.
Tomura, Touya, Kai and Keigo were all snapped awake from your shared wet dream. Disoriented, the dregs of sleep, phantom liquid heat and dark promise of your body accepting them, all of them fogging their senses. This shared dream was proof that your bonds with them were unfading and connecting to all of them.
Keigo could still taste you on his tongue, panting, drooling and close to bursting, completely untouched in his sweatpants. Your taste was now burned into his core memory, coating his tasteful and wanting more. "Oh god, dove." He whimpered, a shaky breath falling out of his wet lips. "You're driving me crazy." His chest heaving up and down as a needy whine bursting from his chest, his tear-ducts stinging. It wasn't just him who craved you. It was the others too. Their scents and lusts swirling around you, he'd been preoccupied in getting lost between the sweet apex between your legs to care as long as he claimed that most intimate spot first with his skilled tongue. The scent of your distress hit him like a splash of freezing cold water in the face. "Dove?"
Kai glared at his ceiling. His hands clenched white on the thick quilt, nearly overhaul the heavy blanket all together. "Share her? Impossible. Ridiculous." He snorted, sitting upright and hissed when he discovered how incredible hard, he is. "Shit." The mafia boss glaring down at his own erection and body betraying him. It didn't help since the gym and shower incident last week. He hauled himself out of bed to furiously stripe the sheets and change into new pajama's when the sound of your voice made his heart stop nearly altogether. "Angel?"
Tomura fell out of bed, face planting on the floor. His head was dizzy and spinning. "What the hell?" He muttered, rolling onto his back and staring, blankly and dazed at the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. It's three o'clock in the morning. Too early before his shift. He groaned, "this dream, mind meld or mindfuck is gettin' old." He scrubbed the corner of his eyes with the heel of his hand, standing up on shaky legs, trudging towards his bed when he heard a sound that made him freeze. "P2?"
Touya jolted completely wide eyed, twisted in his sheets and blankets, he nearly banged his head on the edge of the coffee table, if he hadn't caught himself, clutching the wooden table for dear life until his fingers and knuckles were white. "Fuck me," he cursed, wheezing, his body overheated and dehydrated, sweat falling down his forehead. "What the fuck?" He discovered the front of his sweats were damp, he's harder than steel and leaking precum. "Oh, sonuva-"
The sound of your bedroom door opening, heavy foot falls and your hysterical, hiccupping sobs forced Touya's head to tilt back, watching you run past him, through the kitchen and sprinting out the back door. "Y/n?" Touya stumbles, unsteadily to his feet. Moving too fast had triggered his vertigo and motion sickness. He rushed forward, quickly making his way to the back door, hacking and coughing from his overly parched throat. "Doll, come back!"
Multiple sets of footfalls appeared behind the flame user.
Various stages of undress, disbelief written on their faces as panic setting in.
"Where'd she go?" Keigo rushed forward, his bird-like eyes were blown wide and dilatated, fierce and overprotective mode activated. His red feathers hard and bristling, sharp and twitching with eagerness to give immediately chase.
"Out the fuckin' back door, idiot." Touya panted, leaning against the threshold, trying not to dry heave. "I'll be damned, she can run fast."
"What is everyone standing around for?" Kai's calm and rational tone commanded the attention of the others. "We go after her." He slipped on his coat, cloth mask and shoes, leading the charge. "It's late and it's about to storm." Stepping outside the back door first. "Spread out to cover more ground and bring your phones." He waves his, then slips it into his inner coat pocket, zipping the front of his olive green and purple feathered coat.
The thunder rolled, clouds darkening and lightening flashing across the horizon.
The hairs on the back of Keigo's neck stood on end. "He's right, it's a big one." He takes his coat off the coat rack and slips on his golden visor. "A bad one. A possible flooding along the coast or back alleys."
"Of course, we get an unexpected side quest out of fucking nowhere." Tomura sighed, shoving his feet into his red snickers and following behind the retreating mob boss.
Keigo closed his eyes, tilting his head back, breathing in your scent deeply into his lungs, uncurled his wings and launched himself in the air, nearly disappearing completly into the dark clouds. Reopening his eyes to search for your form from way up high. The heavy winds and rainfall were already trying to wash away your precious smell, but he quickly found it. Snapping his phone open and send dialing the group chat. "Red Wing to Black Feather, Blue Flame and Gamer Nerd coming in."
"It's Gamer Lord, birdbrain." Tomura corrected.
"Later, have you spotted her?" Kai inquired before the birdman and decay nut could argue any further. "She's heading towards her bosses house-" Keigo paused. He caught multiple unfamiliar masculine scents closing in on his mate and female. "Dammit, run now. She isn't alone," he growled.
"How many-" Touya snaps, his thick and heavy windbreaker flying as he heads straight down the same path you took.
"Doesn't matter," Keigo yells into the speaker, "get your ass in gear Dabi!" His grip on the phone tightens until the device groans in his hand as he propels himself forward.
"Let's hope feathers hand to hand combat training comes in handy." Tomura adds, yanking his hood down to help hide his face.
"Get the fuck off of me!" You shriek, fear and terror ringing in your voice; causing all four of their hearts to clench painfully tight and spike.
Touya was already irritated before he left the house. Now, he's furious. "Dammit, hold on, doll."
Each of them runs faster, pushing their legs harder to gain more speed. Praying they aren't too late to stop those thugs from hurting you, touching you or worse.
Thier anger and adrenaline surging red hot in their veins.
Touya's flames threaten to combust within his palms and the top of his head.
Kai had to stop himself from kneeling onto the dirty, wet ground to summon concrete spikes out of the ground and releasing them within the area.
Keigo pulled his sword out from its sheath without a second thought, his vision tunneling. A possessive, animalistic and angry snarl bubbling and crawling from the back of his throat. "Hold on, dove. I'm coming."
Each panting and appearing out of multiple entrances and exit to witness you trying to defend yourself, as a taller man wearing all black grabs a fistful of your hair, force you to face him. Your face a mixture of fight and panic, trying hard to schooling your face into something as stern and fierce as you can muster through the fear and tears wetting your face. "I said let me go bastard!" You kick him in the groin, then use the same foot to try and trip him, but he wasn't budging.
"You think that burnt ass drug dealer and germ freaked fag will save you this time?" The man sneered, his voice trembling with rage and disgust. "What a shameless whore you are. Pimping yourself to them." Envy, jealousy rolling off him in waves as his two buddies close in on you. "We'll pay you extra, if you can take all three of us, sweetheart."
"Oh, fuckin' hell no." Touya cruses, he recognized that dumb, fake alpha male voice. "It's that hillbilly fucktard rapist Travis."
All three villains and hero's rationality snapped.
A wave of possessiveness and irritation hit the Winged Hero. His crimson wings sharpened and hardened like tiny blades and his eyes narrowed. His thoughts and inner voice growled into something darker as his lips turned into a menacing snarl. "Back off." He threw his blade, watching it spins, then lodge itself into Travis' overstretched hand on the brick wall. "On second thought, stay the fuck right their scumbag."
Travis yelled in pain and panic until a stitched and burn scarred hard reached around and gripped hard on his jaw. "I've warned you what happens if you mess with our woman, fucker." Dabi hissed menacingly into your abuser's ear, guiding his face to meet his own. His large, narrowed, intimidating turquoise eyes staring at Travis with unrestrained and murderous intent. "Who's a fuggly dipshit with a face full of fire now?" Raising his free hand to ignite his blue hellfire, dancing dangerously close to his victims' face.
Both of Travis' flunkies groan in pain as the ground bellow their feet rumbles, concrete spikes blocking all possible exits. "It isn't fair to gang up on our woman." Kai comments dryly, steps forward, his body covered in hives, his white gloves gone and his golden soul-piercing orbs flickering from one meaningless pissant to another. "Trying to defile her with your diseased ridden bodies?" His voice razor sharp, filled with disgust and venom.
"N-no," one of them sputters. "Just gonna scare her a bit... is all." He looked close to wetting himself.
The other nameless lackey nods along dumbly. "It was all Travis' idea!"
"Shut up!" Travis' manages to mutter through Touya's hand.
You tremble and give them a shaky, quivering smile. "You're all here." Your heart flutters and sinks. Guilt sitting heavily on your chest. "I'm-"
"We'll finish this gratitude dialogue after we take out the trash, Y/n." Tomura cuts you off, wrapping his hand around one of your attackers' throats in a four-finger death grip, squeezing and cutting off his air supply. His lips quirk into a sharp smirk, filled with dark delight. "Been so long since I've turned a useless, rude piece of shit into dust." His dry skin and wrinkles are growing tight and taut, stinging.
"If you don't want to see this, look away now, angel." Kai, no, Overhaul orders. His gaze unblinking. It is harder, meaner, and fiercer than his usual lax expression or glower. "This won't be pretty." He lowers his stance into a crouch, flattening his palms on the wet, cold, hard concrete ground. "It will be messy," the ground morphs into spikes, piercing the two thugs, missing vital organs and leaving them breathing.
Keigo, no, correction Hawks descends, dropping down into the hole above with predatory and soundless grace. His crimson red feathers flying into deadly, sharp blades, digging into the other man's throat. "Let go of our mate, pigshit." Hawks warns Travis, his tone ice-cold, "Or it will be the last time you have hands."
Travis shakily let go of your hair as Dabi yanks the man back, digging his blunt nails and medical stapples into the man's jaw.
Hawks uses a handful of his feathers to yank you closer to him and to safety, wrapping your body tight into his hard, and sturdy, warm body. "It's okay, dove. You are safe." He whispers softly, guiding your head into the middle of his chest. "Listen to my heart." He advises, ordering his feathers back and reattached them, cocooning you in his embrace, carnage, wind and on-coming rain. "You won't want to see this."
"Mm, swrry." Travis whimpered, sobbing and pissing himself.
"Ain't good enough," Dabi scowled, grabbing a fistful of Travis' hair, knuckling his knees out from under him and slamming his face into the brick wall. You jump and visibly flinch upon impact. The sickening sound of bones cracking were eerily loud in the advancing storm as it began to rain softly, then harder into a downpour. "You American hillbilly chuckle fucks lack manners," Dabi pulls Travis' face back to explain the damage, spitting on his bloody face, teeth missing. "Y'er mother clearly didn't teach you."
"We better hurry and not leave any evidence behind." Overhaul advised, furiously scrubbing his hands with lemon scented wet wipes and hand sanitizer after overhauling the road back to normal.
"On it," Tomura chuckles, digging the last digit into the man's neck, watching him crack and crumbling into dust.
"The rainstorm should wash away their blood down the drain grates." Hawks moved his free hand, cutting the hair into a vertical motion to slit the other lackies throat wide open. His heart a mask of stone. Observing the man's mouth fall agape into a wordless scream. He felt nothing. It wouldn't be the last time he killed for the greater good. He should feel disgusted with himself. Horrified. He's not. A sick, inkling of satisfaction and justice courses through his being as his temper and blood rage cools.
"Keigo," You tilt your head back, tearfilled eyes meeting liquid amber.
"It's okay, dove, we are here." He mutters, trying to help smooth your tears and fears by gently ruffled your messy hair and giving a small, tired smile.
You burry yourself deeper into his chest, fingers clenched tight on the front of his jacket. "I was so scared... I thought... Oh god, he'd... they'd..." You sob harder, choking as a new wave of tears spill.
"Don't you dare take all of the credit, birdbeak." Dabi scoffs, dropping Travis, curb stomping him hard in the groin.
Overhaul thin brow twitches with irritation. "Don't waste your tears on these gutter parasites, angel." He tugs his coat off; Hawks opens his wings to allow Kai to drop his jacket gently on your trembling shoulders. "C'mon," he curls his forefinger underneath your chin, coaxing you to look at him. "Let's go home, bathed, dry and something to warm you up." His voice warm and gentle, a hint of an upward curve on his lips.
You tug yourself away from Keigo's arms and into Kai's. You didn't care if Kai thought he was dirty or covered in hives. You hugged hum just as tight and fierce, anchoring yourself to the brunette mafia boss. "Please," you whisper, in a low, feeble murmur. "Take me home, Kai." You nuzzle affectionate into his wet shirt. "Our home."
"You don't have to ask." Kai agrees, slowly wrapping his strong arms around you. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Just... don't ever run off like that on us again."
The other three caught the half plead, serious notes of vulnerability in the stoic yakuza.
They all silently agreed.
Travis continued to moan and groan in pain. Laying in a pathetic, heap of his own urine, blood and ashes of his fallen friends. "I'll give you... money... please.."
All four men's soft gazes flickered back to orbs, devoid their humanity, compassion and staring at the lesser man with multiple shades of bloodthirsty, ravenous wolves.
Dabi had already stolen the thick wads of cash from their wallets and handing billfolds to Tomura to disintegrate. "Whoops, y'er broke." He lazily shrugs his shoulders, kicking Travis to roll him onto his face to meet Dabi's cruel, mocking and villainous grin. "Whatcha gonna do? Become our little bitch boy, huh?"
Travis nodded his head, a flicker of hope shining through his blurry vision, double black eye, nearly swollen shut-tight and
"Disgusting." Overhaul wrinkled his nose is distaste and revulsion.
"Fucking hell, no," Tomura sneered. "Not even his pathetic ass was the last glory hole. I'm not touching him with a ten-foot pole."
"Dove is my only mate." Hawks replied, completely flat and unyeilding.
Travis' hopes were crushes.
"Guess, we'll be seeing you and your buddies in hell." Dabi reignited his blue hellfire, the flames crackling, his evil grin widening, medical staples and scarred skin stretched in-humanly wide.
Hawks sent a lone feather to slit across Travis' eyes and cut off his tongue, then calling it back. "Becoming my kindling, won't you?" Dabi waves his hand, dramatically, watching his flames consume, lick and devour the man's flesh and bones until they were chard black and crips.
"Did you really have to give that dick head false hope?" You ask meekly, peeking out of Kai's chest.
Dabi shrugged. "Nine times out of ten bastards like those would have done the same thing to his victims." His impassive mask of marble shifting back in place. "Something tells me this isn't the first time these dickweeds have fulling that sadistic, gang rape bullshit."
"Once they get away with it and get a sick taste of it. " Tomura adds his nose wrinkling with nauseating, unpleasant memories of witnessing something he wished to forget. "They won't stop until their victim is dead or worse." He shakes his head, rolling his eyes and then drags you away from Kai to hug you. "Believe me, burning to death with a couple of bones was less than they deserved."
You can't really say anything after that. Silently agreeing and hugging Tomura, then Dabi, who'd been patiently waiting his turn. You began to sway, sinking deeper into Dabi's warm body, the smell of nicotine, smoke and coconut silently lulling you back into sleep, the adrenaline high leaving your heavy filling limbs. "I feel so tired," You mumble sluggishly.
"Going for an early morning run in the rain, wasn't a bright idea, dollface." Dabi chuckles teasingly, picking you up and carrying you in his arms. "Sleep, we'll wake you up in a few hours, then scold our naughty soulmates mercilessly."
You can only hum in answer, nuzzling into the crook of Dabi's neck. Your breath tickling him, causing his cheeks to burn. "Reckless, brat." The flame user mumbles beneath his breath. Unsubsconsciously, leaning his cheek on the top of your head, nuzzling you back, his hold on you tightens and his weak, damaged and fiercely beating heart skips a beat. "If you break your promise, I won't forgive you."
Dabi heads back to the house first.
Tomura, Hawks and Overhaul swept for any trace of evidence. They made sure the blood and ashes are washed away by the rain, down the storm drains and grates. Not a stone, brick or unnoticeable crack out of place. Not even their wallets, ID's, Drivers Licenses and phones were physical. Broken and dusted, wiping off their prints and yours.
The two remaining villains and hero returned, soaking wet, bone tired and beyond exhausted, sneaking through the back door, slipping off their dirty clothes and shoes into the kitchen without a care.
They all had the same thought. If their lust and love for you was linking and tethering them to your dreamscape. What else is in store for them?
Each loved and lost you in their past lives and tales.
Could they truly give you up now?
Give up their old lives and live here, as an ordinary polyamorous couple?
Could they get along with each other enough to share you?
They just proved that come hell or highwater he'd kill for you.
Various shades of reds and blushes colored each of their cheeks.
"Are you all going to stand there like drowned rats, drippin' all over the floor?" Dabi raised a brow. "Or are you gonna get your asses cleaned up?" The black-haired, flame user was already showered, redressed and dried.
The two villains and hero snapped to their senses and dispersed.
Apparently, they all had a lot to talk about in a few hours.
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Each pair of intense liquid gems gleaming and bright, staring into the depths of your soul and holding you spell bound. Unable to move. Hypnotized and paralyzed.
Something, darker. It was hard to place. Curiosity. Desire. Hunger. Yearning. Anger. Confusion. Loneliness. Hopeless.
You heard each of them whispering within the darkness, a heated kiss and caress licking your skin.
"Angel."
"Doll."
"Dove."
"Player Two."
Each voice breathing hot down your neck or against the shell of your ear and hands? Multiple hands began to wonder and roam.
"You understand me, don'tcha doll?" Dabi chuckles darkly into your left ear. "The world is made of false heroes." The heat of his touch sends a wave of new chills crawling down your spine and makes your core throb with need. You know he's right. You've seen it, his own father for example. Even how the Commission treated Hawks and Nagant, children and trained them as human soldiers with a golden cage. "Fakers. Phonies. Hypocrites. Lairs and villains disguised as Heroes."
"You see the big picture, angel." Overhaul whispers into your right ear, voice heated. His conviction and declaration poured out of his masked mouth with unknown giddiness and passion, so unlike his usual stoic and flat tone you were used to hearing. "Why the cure needs to be spread." Rubbing his fingers down your arm. "My life's goal and vision. The plague spread throughout mankind, the filth, rot, disease spreading, continuing to infect the populace." His gloved hand grabbed your hand and brought it to his masked mouth, fingers intertwined and forcing you to press your inner wrist against the air filters of his mask. "Ignorant, foolish and blind to see their own destruction and downfall coming sooner. Don't you agree?"
Your body began trembling and shaking between them. It should have been fear. Survival instincts kicking in. No. It was worse. Attraction. Arousal. Heat, need and desire festering inside, trickling between your clenching thighs before they were spread apart, wide open.
Your face is turning scolding. You open your eyes, flickering your head down to see Hawks kneeling before you.
Hawks looking up at you with heavy-lidded, lustful and bright amber birdlike eyes. "Dove, I need to taste you. Devour you." He whines, nuzzling and cooing into your inner thigh, placing a soft and teasing kiss into the thick, meaty flesh. "Won't you let me worship you? Please? Pretty please, my mate."
Shigaraki stands behind Hawks, pressing the birdman further into your body as he leans forward, crimson orbs full of confusion, hatred and yearning? "You've got only yourself to blame, Player Two." He rasps. Dry, chapped and scared mouth hovering over your own. "Tempting me with your touch. Challenging me and burrowing yourself into all of our broken, black hearts."
You didn't know what to say. All of their confessions, sinful touches and warmth made you hot and bothered all over. Overwhelmed and dizzy, your heart pounding loud in chest and ears.
Dabi boldly reaches around and gropes one of your breasts. "Will you choose one or all of us, doll?"
"When my plan is completely, you will want for nothing. Stay by my side as my Persephone." Overhaul takes off his mask and trailed kisses down you neck, then bites down hard.
"Forgive me, my mate." Hawks is drooling and panting. "I can't wait anymore." He pulls your panties to the side and begins licking and feasting on your pussy, groans in pleasure from your taste. His dark amber and hawk-like eyes are wide and dilatated, primitive need and demand clouding his eyes.
You gasp and moan just as Shigaraki captures your mouth, swallowing every single, sinful and mewling sound from escaping.
You couldn't believe this.
Why? Why were they all so passionate and needy in this dreamscape compared to reality? Was it their inner desires and feelings for you bubbling over? Their lusts and greed were insatiable, blazing and demanding your attention.
Overhaul releases your neck, bringing a gloved hand to his mouth, pulling it off with his teeth, then flattens the palm over your dress, overhauling the material to ribbons and fondling your other neglected breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. "Such a naughty girl." He drawls lazily, smirking. "Your pussy is already dripping wet, and we've barely touched you."
You reach behind you, trailing your hands into each of Overhaul's and Dabi's hair, earning a pair of breathless groans and shuddering.
They both moan your nickname and press their hard erections into your ass, one on each cheek.
Shigaraki breaks the kiss, panting and gasping for breath, his own pale cheeks heavily flustered underneath his strands of light blue hair. Watching the other Villains and Heroes manhandle you turned him on. "Are you a virgin?" He rasps, meeting your eyes.
All three of them pause. Waiting for your answer.
You are unable to think, mine too clouded and drunk off of pleasure. You pant, shivering as goosebumps prickle and spreading throughout your heated skin. "I'm-"
You wake up.
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Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki,dabi,Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, young All for One, Toga
Contains:fluff;sfw
Dabi
Dabi was already irritated before he even left the room.
He swore he left his old jacket somewhere nearby, but no matter where he looked, it was gone.
After a few more annoyed curses, he finally spotted it bundled up on the couch.
Or rather, wrapped around you while you slept peacefully in the hideout.
The sight made him pause for a second.
You looked ridiculously comfortable curled up in his oversized, worn-out jacket, holding part of it close like it was the softest thing in the world.
“Tch… thief,” he muttered quietly, though there wasn’t any real annoyance behind it anymore.
Carefully, he tugged the jacket back from around you and replaced it with another blanket from nearby, making sure you stayed warm before throwing the old coat over his shoulder.
Before leaving, he gently ruffled your hair, a small tired smile pulling at his scars when you instinctively leaned into the touch in your sleep.
Tomura
The heat in the hideout was unbearable. No AC, barely any airflow, and everyone was annoyed because of it.
Tomura had finally gotten fed up enough to pull off his usual black hoodie, tossing it beside you before going back to his handheld game for a few more minutes.
Eventually, he groaned and set the console down too, muttering something about getting the ice cream Toga brought back earlier.
The second he left the room, you grabbed the hoodie and pulled it on despite the heat.
It smelled faintly like dust and him.
By the time Tomura came back, eating ice cream straight from the container, he noticed immediately.
His red eyes lingered on you for a second before he sat back down beside you like nothing happened.
“Tch… idiot,” he muttered, shoulder bumping against yours while he ate another spoonful. “Don’t start complaining when you pass out from wearing my hoodie in this heat.”
A few seconds later, he silently handed you the ice cream container without even looking at you.
Young All for One
All For One already knew what was going to happen the moment he left his jacket draped over the chair.
He said nothing about it before leaving the room, though the faint smile on his face made it obvious he expected something.
Sure enough, by the time he returned hours later, you were curled up asleep in the oversized coat.
The sleeves swallowed your hands completely, and the fabric practically drowned you where you rested on the couch.
He paused quietly in the doorway, watching for a long moment.
“You’re predictable,” he murmured, voice low with amusement.
Still, instead of taking the jacket back, he walked over and adjusted it more securely around your shoulders.
His hand lingered briefly against your head before he finally sat beside you, letting you continue sleeping in something that smelled faintly like him.
Kai Chisaki
You found Kai's green jacket draped neatly over the back of his office chair.
You knew you probably shouldn’t touch it.
Still, a few minutes later, you were wandering around the halls wearing it anyway, sleeves hanging past your hands while the fabric carried his usual clean scent.
Then came the sound of footsteps behind you.
“That’s my jacket.” Kai’s voice was sharp and immediate. “Take it off. Now I’m going to have to clean it again.”
You rolled your eyes but handed it back without arguing, and the two of you went separate ways after that.
A while later, though, Kai approached you again without a word.
Before you could ask what he wanted, he tossed the same green jacket into your arms.
“You can keep that one,” he said flatly. “I have two.”
And just like that, he turned and walked away before you could notice the faint redness dusting the tips of his ears.
Spinner
Spinner didn’t even notice his shirt was missing at first.
You had grabbed it off a chair without thinking much about it, mostly because it looked comfortable.
By the time Spinner finally saw you wearing it, he completely froze mid-sentence.
His face warmed instantly, eyes darting away so fast it almost looked painful.
“…Oh...Ehh..” was all he managed to say.
After that, he got weirdly clingy for the rest of the day, sitting closer than usual and constantly finding excuses to lean against you.
He never actually mentioned the shirt again.
But after that, you started noticing more of his clothes mysteriously left out where you could easily find them.
Mr Compress
Mr. Compress had left his top hat sitting on the table while he showered.
The temptation was too strong not to steal it for a few minutes.
You placed it carefully on your head, dramatically posing around the room and trying your best to imitate his overly theatrical gestures.
Right as you were attempting a ridiculous bow, the bathroom door opened.
“Well now,” he laughed immediately, leaning against the doorway. “And who do we have here?”
You tried to keep a straight face while he walked closer, brown his eyes sparking as he looks at you.
“What marvelous tricks are you performing today, my dear thief?”
Before you could answer, he gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
At the same time, with one smooth graceful motion, he lifted the hat right back off you and settled it onto his own head like nothing had happened.
Toga
Toga had left her pink jacket tossed over the couch before running out to grab ice cream.
The second she was gone, you picked it up and slipped it on.
It was way softer than you expected, the oversized sleeves nearly covering your hands completely while you curled up comfortably in it.
By the time Toga came back balancing a bag of snacks and melted ice cream, you were half asleep wearing her jacket.
She stopped dead in the doorway the moment she noticed.
“Awww, how cute!” she squealed, practically dropping the bag as she rushed over to you.
“You look sooo adorable in my clothes!”
Before you could even respond, she was already clinging to you excitedly, giggling while fixing the collar and insisting you keep wearing it because “it looks better on you anyway.”
A/n:Hey this is my first post, I'm happy to criticism and other stuff if it's done kindly anyway, the goods are mostly gonna be Gender neutral
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki,dabi,Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner,Twice and Lady Nagant
Contains:fluff;sfw
Tomura Shigaraki
It was a bad day. Nothing went his way at all.
At least he had you to come back to. Tomura was always needy after days like this, but you never minded.
He stayed curled against you while playing League of Legends, grumbling under his breath about his “useless teammates” every time he lost.
Still, his insults grew quieter and slower the longer the match went on.
Soon, he was barely even pressing the buttons anymore, too busy nuzzling into you for comfort.
His phone slipped from his loose grip onto the couch as sleep finally pulled him under.
Soft snores brushed against your neck.
Dabi
Dabi swore he was only laying down for “five minutes.”
You already knew he was lying the second his head landed on your thick thighs.
He kept his eyes shut, acting half asleep while mumbling lazy complaints whenever you teased him about it.
“Shut up,” he muttered, arms wrapping tighter around your waist as he got comfortable.
His warm cheek pressed into your stomach, the tension slowly leaving his body the longer you played with his hair.
Every time you tried to move, he’d pull you right back against him with a quiet groan.
Eventually, the fake sleeping act stopped completely.
His breathing evened out, quiet and soft against you while he stayed curled up like he never planned on moving again.
Mr Compress
Mr. Compress gave you a dramatic grin, tipping his head as he held out a hand.
“My dear, allow me to show you a magic trick.”
Before you could even question him, he pulled you down onto his lap with a laugh, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
You huffed at him, trying not to smile while he shamelessly squeezed at your soft love handles through your shirt.
“See?” he said proudly, resting his chin against your shoulder. “Perfectly executed.” he said
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you remain here,” he hummed sleepily, hands still warm against your sides.
His voice slowly softened the more he relaxed beneath you, eyes slipping shut as he mumbled, “All part of the trick…” before drifting off completely.
Kai Chisaki
Kai Chisaki would never admit he liked being close to people.Yet somehow, you always ended up tucked against his chest whenever he was exhausted.He sat stiffly on the couch, gloved hands resting carefully on your waist while you laid on top of him.
“You’re heavy,” he muttered quietly.
Still, he made no attempt to move you.In fact, his grip only tightened slightly when you shifted away.The room stayed silent except for the faint sound of his breathing behind the mask.After a long pause, his head slowly dipped onto your shoulder, eyes shutting as exhaustion finally won over his pride.
Spinner
Spinner was mid-rant about some game boss that “wasn’t even fair” when his voice started to slow down.
He was sitting on the floor between your legs, head resting comfortably in your lap like it had always belonged there.
You ran your fingers through his purple hair, gently untangling it while he kept talking, half focused on the story and half on your touch.
“Seriously, the mechanics were—” he yawned, pausing awkwardly.
His words got quieter after that, complaints turning into sleepy mumbles about games and characters that didn’t make sense.
His hands, which had been gesturing wildly a moment ago, relaxed on his knees.
You kept playing with his hair anyway. His eyes slipped shut mid-sentence.
By the time he fully stopped talking, he was already asleep in your lap, still leaning into your warmth like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Twice
Twice flopped dramatically onto you the second he walked through the door.
“Dabi’s so mean to me,” he complained, voice muffled against your chest as he buried his face deeper into you. “Like seriously I’m lovable.”
You laughed softly, arms wrapping around him while he continued grumbling under his breath about “attitude problems” and “workplace bullying.”
The more you rubbed his back, the clingier he got, practically melting against you.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled, nuzzling closer into your chest. “You’re comfortable. No, actually, you’re the most comfortable person alive.”
His rambling slowly turned into tired mutters, words slurring together the sleepier he became.
Soon, all that was left were soft snores against your shirt while he stayed curled around you like an oversized cat who refused to leave.
Lady Nagant
Rain tapped softly against the windows while the movie played quietly in the background.
Lady Nagant sat beside you with her arms crossed at first, pretending she was paying more attention to the storm than the movie.
little by little, she started leaning closer.Her shoulder brushed yours, then her head slowly rested against you like she hadn’t even realized she was doing it.
You glanced over to find her eyes already half shut, exhaustion finally catching up to her.
The tension in her face softened the longer she stayed there, warm against your shoulder while thunder rumbled outside.
By the end of the movie, she was fully asleep beside you, breathing slow and peaceful as the storm carried on through the night.
Trafalgar Law x Immortal Wife Reader 8 part 2 preview
Doflamingo's long, hard, wicked fingers held your face as you were forced to watch Law suffer. Your face contorted with fear, tears falling down your face like a river as he pressed your body back against his chest. Savoring your smaller form trembling as you struggled against his strings binding, screaming for Law to get up. Move. The bullet wounds Law received pierced your own body, one by one. You didn't feel it. The adrenaline, fear and panic blocked out the pain, even as blood trailed down your quivering lips and chin.
The Celestial Dragon and Heavenly demon stuffed a few of his fingers into your mouth, trying to gag you; whispering in a false sweet voice that you need to be a good girl and behave. Muttering that it was Law's fault for daring to bare his fangs at him; for starting this petty war. You knew you would have followed Law into hell regardless. You shift in his hold. You prayed to take all of Law's pain and injuries into your own body. Please, please, I'll take it all! I'll become his shield! You knew decades ago that others would have condemned your gifts as witchcraft, instead of a healer's touch. You bit Doflamingo's hand and fingers until his blood began to spill into your mouth, nearly gagging you until he cursed and snatched his hand away, frowning deeply like a parent disappointed in a child. "Now, now, be nice, Princess."
You spat out his blood as if it were poison, coating your tongue. You began muttering ancient magic in between muttering the modern tongue. Your head falling back, silver invading the whites of your eyes and irises. Magic and power vibrating deep within your veins, causing your body to burn and overheat, hot, too hot. Hotter than humanly possible. Doflamingo nearly dropped you if his strings weren't creating a barrier between your skin and his own until it burned through, and you fell.
Dropping.
Plummeting.
He descended, covering his arms in haki to break your fall and catch you.
The sky begins to darken, the moons rising and blocking the sunlight, creating a solar eclipse are a brief moment.
"Lunar Secrets Arts!" You scream into the heavens. The moonlight warming your already sweat-covered skin, your body natural healing process recovering and speeding into overdrive.
White light bloomed and erupted from your body, reaching your hand out to give your beloved your healing magic and moonlight. You'd be damned if you watch Law die a second time. Your inhuman shrieks hit the heavens, your heartbeat pounding and drumming in your ears, every ounce of pain and injury on Law began to disappear and appear on your own body. More. You begged. More. You prayed. "More!" You screamed. Your own blood splitting, soaking the ground and stone red. "You will live Trafalgar Law! You will live! Your Queen commands it!"
Doflamingo and Trebol weren't looking at Law anymore; they were staring at you.
The burning within your chest, your heart continued to grow hotter, hotter with each and every pulse. The ripples of electrical currents, moonlight and moonbeams continued to pour out of you, your tears and fingertips until Doflamingo, Trebol and citizens were forced to shield their eyes from the unnatural light.
Law's body rose high into the air, floating towards you until you cradled him in your arms and placed a kiss on his lips.
A burst of blinding silver light surrounds you both as you spilled your life force and energy into the black-haired man.
Law's eyes flickered open. He couldn't see, but he felt a familiar warmth and weight pressed against his mouth and body. Y/n? The pain and agony in his body were gone, he was no longer dizzy from blood loss, the fatigue and tiredness melting away. No. His breath hitched. You idiot. His heart drops. "Y/n-ya?" Law's voice faltered, trembling. "Why?" He could finally see. Your body was paler than normal. The comforting coolness scolding hot. His eyes widened. "Dammit, why?!"
Law felt your arms lossen around his frame, pulling away from him and falling. He caught you and clutched you tight against him. "You can't do this!" He yelled. "You can't magically come into my life, force me to fall in love with you and die for me! You can!!"
You didn't say nothing.
You simply smiled. The pulse of your heart a faint beat of a fluttering hummingbirds wing. "Can't... live... without... you... Law..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Law heard you. Your body begins to crack like glass; your veins are visible as you close your eyes.
Tears prickling the corners of the Surgeons eyes. "Don't you dare say goodbye!"
Doflamingo began to laugh, cruel and mocking. "That curse of yours is acting up again, Law!" He spread his arms wide, enjoying the heartbreaking, tragic and tear-jerking broadways scene before him. "Everyone you love dies because of you! Hahaha!"
"Bhahaha!" Trebol laughs along. "Nene, Doffy isn't she the prefect Queen for you. Sacrificing herself for her husband without a thought in her pretty little head." He lowers his voice into a whisper; a villainous gleam in his eyes. "If we can reawaken Sugar with Princess Mansherry and turn Law into a toy, she's forgot all about him and she'll be all yours."
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💛Trafalgar Law x Immortal Wife Reader: 💛Chapter 1 💛Chapter 2 💛Chapter 3 💛Chapter 4 💛Chapter 5 💛Chapter 6 💛Chapter 7 💛Chapter 8 Part 1
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Over the next several weeks, Law focused all his time and energy on preparing with the same dedication he usually brought to the table when planning a strategy, backup plans, and last-minute changes. He’d already researched extensively for the last few months before getting sidetracked on their side quest adventures and usual trips. He made sure supplies would be fully stocked before his lone mission to Punk Hazard and Dressrosa.
Law had been glancing over maps, calculating the route between islands, when you and Bepo came into the map room. He didn’t glance up. Pretending not to notice, even if he did tune in to the conversation between you and the polar bear mink.
“This island is currently having a summer festival,” Bepo explained, pointing a white pawed hand and carefully piled claw directly over one of the maps you two were leaning over. “You haven’t been to one before, right?”
“No,” You shook your head, smiling. “I’ve heard whispers and gossip about them. They are celebrated during every season and solstice, aren’t they?” Today you wore your hair in a neat, long braid, currently draped over your shoulder, the matching necklace you ever took off was visible over the baby blue sweater dress, which stopped at your midthigh, and the black high heel boots you were wearing.
Law’s gaze wandered over your figure. He thought the color suited you. Brought out your hair and eyes more. One of the dresses he’d shoved into the cart when Ikkaku had you trying on lingerie and helping you with the complex ones. A hint of a small smile rose on the corner of his lips before he could stop it. Then, the hard knots and pangs of guilt tore up his insides further. He hadn’t been ignoring you, per se. He’d simply make conversation light, then move on.
You could feel Law’s eyes on you. You were all too aware of him; every detail, and sometimes, you swear you knew when he took a new breath into his lungs. You hated this growing distance between you two; however, if he needed it, you’d give him his space. Only speak when spoken to and basic pleasantries, nothing more, nothing less.
Ikkaku, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, and the rest of The Heart Pirates noticed. They noticed Law distancing himself between them and you. How grumpier, spacier, and irritable he’s been. They left him alone, knowing he’d bring up whatever’s on his mind whenever he’s ready.
You felt Law’s gaze staring harder and hotter onto your back. It wasn’t that hard to guess he’d be curious what you and Bepo were talking about now that you decided to lower your voices into low whispers. “Care to be my guide tonight, Bepo?” You asked, reaching over and gently touching his paw.
Bepo’s furry white face grew heavily flustered. “M-Me?!” Bepo accidentally squeaked, a little too loudly. His black eyes shift nervously to his Captain’s, then shyly slide back to yours. “Why not, Captain?” The polar bear mink asks in genuine curiosity.
“He clearly wants to be left alone.” You say, raising your voice, loud enough for the black-haired man to hear. “Besides, I think you and I need to hang out more often since Ikkaku is going to go drinking with Pen and Shachi after we all meet up.” Your chest scar began to itch, followed by a flutter of warmth spreading directly from your heart. If Law was going to ignore you, then you wouldn’t acknowledge him and slowly build your defenses. Until he touched you, then you knew you’d crack and cave instantly.
Bepo gave a sheepish, toothy smile. “If you wouldn’t mind sharing my company.” He replied, placing his other paw directly on top of yours.
“Of course,” you nod your head. “Thank you, Bepo.”
You and Bepo left after that, leaving Law alone exactly like he wanted.
The breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding slowly burned out of his chest. His locked and tense shoulders untensed. He told himself he had no right to be jealous of his first mate and best friend taking you around tonight’s festival. His hand clenched tight around his quill pen, which groaned and nearly snapped in half from his grip strength.
Law needed to continue planning. He didn’t have time to slack off. The Heart Pirates Captain didn’t realize Penguin, Shachi, and Ikkaku were waiting in his room to ambush him until after he’d closed the door and jumped him. That’s how Law found himself standing outside The Heart Pirates Crew's agreed-upon meeting spot, waiting at the head of the group of twenty, wearing a yukata and hatless, much to his annoyance. They tried to convince him to leave his sword on the ship, but Law refused, keeping his foot down. Call him paranoid, but he’d rather be prepared than walk into an overly crowded street weaponless. Knowing that carrying his cursed sword would help give the Surgeon an easier peace of mind should anything go wrong at the last minute. Criminals were more than likely roaming and lurking in alleyways and shadows after dark. Going in without his weapon would have made him feel naked. He didn’t want to risk it.
“We knew this one would suit you best, Cap,” Penguin commented, leaning close into Law’s personal space.
He’d admit it was nice. The white tiger near the bottom of the hem was nice. “Thanks,” he grunted, crossing his arms. His eyes scanned around the entrance of the festivities. Trying not to think where you and Ikkaku were.
“Lookin’ for Y/n?” Shachi teased, hovering on the other side of Law, wiggling his eyebrows.
“No,” Law grunted.
None of them was convinced.
“Sorry, we’re late!” Ikkaku called, leading you. She wore a pair of black shorts that reached her midthigh, a yellow tank top, and white tennis shoes, her hair in a yellow and white bandanna. “Makeup took longer than I thought it would.”
Everyone with the Heart Pirates turned their gazes in awe.
Law’s breath caught, his heartbeat skipped.
The clouds obscured the moon, offering very little light, but you were still breathtaking given the paper lanterns. You wore a light pink yukata with red peonies, red lipstick, and pink and red eye shadow, bringing out the unique colors of your eyes.
Law kept his distance, shifting his gaze around the area for any sign of dangerous or murderous intent, even searching with his haki. Finding nothing after giving the location one last sweep and looking around, he joined you and his crew. Law moves quickly through the sea of people beside you, so close his arm brushes your shoulder.
The group of twenty knew Law’s loyalty couldn’t be bought with berri. Knew how he’d charge hell and high water for his crew and friends, and yet, they knew how deep down… their Captain’s cold front was a mask and shield to protect himself from becoming heartbroken. They all agreed that having you in his life slowly dethawed and rehardened his bleeding heart. He smiled more without even realizing it. A more tender look would fill his liquid silver eyes the moment you entered a room. Try as the Doctor and Surgeon Captain might, he’s already falling hard and fast in love with you. He can’t say it. Doesn’t dare. Fearing the moment, he said it. You’d disappear, and everything would evaporate; their last few months' journey would be a fever dream.
You had been locked inside your room for a week, away from Law, and he hadn’t realized until that moment this morning. He hated how much it disturbed him that you’d ignore him outside of work or tune him out in favor of cleaning or staying away from him. It was both enduring, infuriating, and frightening. The harder you pulled away, the more intense these feelings of longing and yearning for your calm and refreshing presence and words of wisdom. Law knew you were running and backing away for his sake. He knew blaming everything on his past would be an unfair excuse, which he refused to disclose until he was ready.
Until Corazon’s and Law’s own revenge was complete.
Until Doflamingo is taken down from his high pedestal, his status as a warlord and the Dressrosaian throne
After everything was said and done, he’d lay his soul bare and explain everything. Corazon, Doflamingo, Flevence, Law’s Lead Disease, and offer his hand out to you at last. Not as your Captain, not as the reincarnation of your past husband, and a substitute… but as himself. Law knew himself better than anyone. He feared turning over his life, his body, and his heart to anyone who wasn’t of his own choosing. Inwardly panicking and fearing how fast he needed you, terrified deep into the very marrow of his bones because Law was fiercely independent and private. Knew he needed you as strong as you needed him. He craved you, wanted you more than anything else in his entire life. He thought about you night and day, wanted more than sex and a body to warm his bed, to keep the loneliness and nightmares at bay.
He swears he’d feel your warmth seep into his skin beneath the growing, glowing moonlight. Slowly, stubbornly feeding and healing his overworked and frazzled, tired body and mind with your magic and lifeforce. It made Law love and ache for you all the more.
Slowly, one by one, The Heart Pirates began to disperse and go off in pairs.
Bepo shyly excused himself, claiming he needed to find the closest restroom as he ran off, running ahead, leaving a trail of dust and muttering out loud. “I’m sorry!”
Law’s brows shot up. “What’s that about?”
“I don’t know.” You turned in a random direction and began walking away, leaving Law alone.
Law raised a hand to reach out for you, then stopped. Lowering his hand, staring at it, then clenched his fist tight, sighed, and began to walk in another direction. After a few minutes, Law overheard something that made him freeze in his tracks.
“Look at that beauty,” A small trio of thugs snickered and leered from afar. “She could fetch a pretty penny in the black market.”
There’s no way you could be you?
“Gotta nab before her boyfriend comes back.” One of them commented, clicking his tongue.
The longer that thought lingered on Law’s mind, the more anxious the surgeon became. “Ugh, can’t leave her alone for one minute.” He muttered to himself, turning and spotting the tallest thug heading in the same direction you had wandered off to.
Law heard your voice as he turned towards an alleyway.
“I won’t warn you a third time, gentleman.” You said, voice flat and glaciered. You waved your hand, frost and air vapors fanning the front of your mouth and circling around your feet, chilling the space around you. An ice blade materialized in your hand, eyes glowing a haunting hue of silver-white, moonstone and glass made of ice appearing where your pupils should be. Your enchanted battle armor emanates a cool blue light, a rainbow-colored shawl long trailing and cascading over your shoulders. “Be gone.” You disappeared and reappeared with the blink of an eye, lowering the blade, digging it inches away from his groin. “Or you shall not leave with your frail pride and unimpressive manhood intact.”
“What the fuck?” One of the men’s eyes widened, shock and frozen hard in his tracks.
His lackies were shivering from the sudden blizzard and temperature plummeting compared to the warm weather they experienced a few moments ago.
“You heard the lady,” Law stepped into the alleyway. “She isn’t interested in your scare tactics and shameless hostility after being rejected.” His stoic and hard features stamped into an expression of pure arrogance. “I’d leave, if I were you.” He unsheathed Kikaku, his voice and silver eyes grew icy.
“We found her first man!” One of the men protested through chattering teeth.
“Who in the hell gives you the right to claim me as yours?” You hissed, gritting your teeth, anger flaring. Digging the ice blade harder into the apex between his thighs, applying pressure.
Law did not like that. A wild and inhuman level of possessiveness sizzled hot within him. “I won’t warn you a second time.”
One of them recognized the tattoo in the middle of his chest, and then the five-letter word inked on his knuckles. “Shit, it’s The Warlord, Trafalgar Law!”
“Oh, so you’ve heard of me all the way out here in The New World?” Law’s mouth twitched upward, baring a cold, heartless, wide grin. “How would you like to become my new test subjects?”
“No way, the bastard is crazy as the papers said!” One gave a woman’s shriek, stepping backwards, scrambling and backpaddling fast.
“We didn’t know the little missy was yours-” Two sharp blades threatened to cut him open.
“Beat it.” The Surgeon of Death pointed the tip of his blade to the thug leader's throat, watching his face grow deathly pale. “Or else being dickless won’t be your only problem anymore.”
The leader’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out, falling onto the snow-covered ground.
“That’s what we thought.” You laughed mockingly, shifting your attention to the remaining two.
The young men ran with their fictional tails between their legs, leaving their boss behind.
Tension drained out of Law. “Punks,” he clicked his tongue and resheathed his sword. “Lack of world experience and spacial awareness.” He shook his head, sighing, scratching the back of his head, and turned his gaze to you. “Are you alright?” His face and eyes softened a tad, offering a hand and helping you out of the grass. “Anything broken?” His surgical gaze wordlessly scanning and assessing for any and all possible injuries, after finding none, only then did he relaxed. Tension drained out of Law.
“I’m perfectly alright, Law.” You said, meeting his medical-focused, fierce, and quicksilver eyes. “Thank you,” You backed away slowly, giving Law his space. The ice blade melts and disappears, slipping through your hands like water and landing on the ground. You inhale a breath, closing your eyes, your battle armor disappearing underneath your skin and kimono.
“I leave for a bathroom break, and those assholes try to haul you off into the human trafficking ring.” Law scowls, clicking his tongue.
You frown. “I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” Genuine guilt and sadness shine within your earnest gaze.
Law turned quickly, grabbing your wrist and leading you away. “Don’t fret over it,” His cheeks tinting pink. “Now come on,” he spoke softly. “We have to leave the area before those two calls on the Marines.”
The comment is harmless, but guilt twists in your chest. Choosing not to reply and simply following close behind without missing a step in his longer-legged strides. You slide your wrist out of his grip, grabbing his hand instead; feeling Law stiffen and glance over his shoulder to meet your gaze with his own silent, questioning stormy silvers. “If we are going to pretend to be lovers, then we must look the part.” You advised, smiling and walking beside him.
“Do as you like,” Law commented, mumbling absentmindedly.
“Then I will,” You giggle, trying to suppress a laugh, but fail. With Law, you felt no anger. No fear. His presence and warmth offered safety. Bursts of happiness tingled all over your body, you felt as if you were walking on cloud nine, enjoying every single moment of this dreamlike state and intimate date with Law. “You can not take those words back now, Law.”
Law helped himself to samples of wine, shish kebabs, rice balls, and grilled fish.
You enjoyed the new flavors and foreign-spiced dishes with bright, childlike wonder. “Law, try this.” You offered him a piece of grilled chicken that tasted of both paprika and cinnamon, tender, flavorful, and juicy. “It melts within your mouth.”
Law’s face grew rosy. He found he couldn’t deny you. He slowly lowered his head, took a bite, chewed and shallowed. “It does disappear without being too greasy,” he hummed, wiping his bottom lip with the back of his thumb and sucked his finger clean. He hadn’t realized he’d done it. His attention raised to the stand in-which you had purchased said chicken. “I’m tempted to get my own.”
Your eyes lowered to his now, wet and glossy lips. His firm mouth. His skilled and dedicated fingers. You drew in another. Your body ached for him, resulting in you clenching your thighs together as the familiar liquid heat traveled through you, and moisture trickled and dampened your panties. “Why deny yourself?” You shrugged, swallowing slowly and inwardly shaking yourself. “Enjoy tonight to its fullest.” Breaking yourself out of your heavy-lidded, hazy vision. You realized Law was looking down at you.
“Are you trying to boss me around?” Law laughed, his infamous sexy smirk rising.
“Not at all, Captain.” You replied, tugging him back in the direction of the food stall where you got your helping of chicken skewers. “I’m merely giving a meager suggestion is all.”
“That is not what I’d call it.” Law snorted, rolling his eyes, and took his place in line.
The Heart Pirate crew continued watching you and Law in shifts, in between enjoying themselves before heading towards the appointed hot springs and hotel for the night. Everyone paired up in threes or fours until only Law and yourself was alone… with one room left and one bed.
“They can’t be serious?” Law said the moment he first stepped into the room. His inked and tanned knuckles were firm and tight on the door handle. The Surgeon was already exhausted and slightly drunk. He noticed that someone in his crew not only saved you both from the last room, but the honeymoon suit at that.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” The bellhop, carrying yours and Law’s bags into the room, answered meekly, setting both items onto the bed. Which was covered in roses, an assorted bag of mini alcoholic and aphrodisiac chocolates on the pillow. “It is not to your or your newlywed bride's liking?”
Law's face flushed a darker shade of pink. “I could return to the ship.” He mumbled under his breath. “I should-”
“Law?” You called as you exited the bathroom. Smiling and gazing at him from across the room. “Is something wrong?”
The bellhop gave you a sad secret smile.
Law looked up, clearly, he’d been lost in deep thought. Knowing it was illogical and dangerous to be half intoxicated and staying in the same hotel room as you. He didn’t want to take the low percent risk of ending up in a drunken tryst, then accidentally getting you pregnant. He should have offered you the room and left, sleep off the alcohol flooding his system and heating his body with another wave of lust, longing, and the equivalent of an active, molting volcano. Instead, he said. “No… everything okay.” He didn’t want to offend you.
The bellhop gave a dopey, stupid smile that translated to: Ah, he’s just a little shy. “Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon on us, you two.” He clapped his hands and went out of the room without another word.
Law inwardly sighed. He had refused to miss this part of their journey, no matter how difficult it would be for him. He closed the room, shoving the room key into the inner pocket of his kimono and locking the door. He stopped towards the bed, turning to glance in your direction and giving you a guilty look. “It appears my crew pulled a cruel prank. I’m sorry.”
You stepped towards him and took his hand. “Law’s it’s alright.”
Law shook his head, lowering his head. The alcohol makes him open and honest, showing his expression clearly. A complete and open book for you to read and judge him. “It isn’t.” He argued, his hand twitching and tingling, shooting unwanted ripples of desire into his already frazzled, over-exhausted nerves. “Isn’t fair to you… playing with your feelings and heart like this.” God, the longer he looked at you. He wanted to kiss you. Memories of the video from the beach shoved their way to the forefront of his mind, awakening his lust and forcing blood to swell and pool within his groin. Law had to choke on a half-heated curse, ignore the shudder rolling down his spine, and clamp his mouth shut-tight.
You led him to the bed and gently forced him to sit down. “You haven’t drunk any water tonight.” You leave him to rush to the mini fridge, opening a bottled water and returning, offering it to him.
Law did not want to admit the instant compulsion to pull you back, wrap his arms around your waist, and hold you against him. The temptation to place a soft kiss on your forehead or bury his head into your chest. Wanting to smell your scent and perfume filling his lungs. Feel your bare skin against his own. You chose to pretend to be his. There’s no way people wouldn’t gossip that the seemingly heartless Surgeon of Death, Trafalgar Law, wasn’t an unfeeling, crazy, blood-drinking monster. “Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the offered water bottle, bringing it to his lips, and drinking two-thirds of the beverage. Christ, he hadn’t realized how thirsty and dehydrated his body had been.
“Come, let’s get you undressed, brush your teeth, and tucked into bed.” You tugged lightly and Law stood without protest, shocking you.
Law spaced out when you helped brush his teeth. His eyes couldn’t leave your eyes. Or observe every expression and wordless conversation you were having to yourself inside your head to help pass the time. What would you do if he pressed you up against the bathroom counter and kissed you? Or pick you up and set you on the counter, spread your legs and wedge between them, so he can grind his aching hardness into your lower lips. Law closed his eyes, suppressing a groan of pain. His body was too hot, too hard, too tense, and lose all at once. He was losing his mind. He was no different than those perverted thugs who were staring at you like a pack of ravenous, leering, hungry wolves wanting to taste, bite, and lick every luscious, beautiful inch of your creamy, soft flesh. Goddamn, I’m suffering from the world’s worst case of blue balls. Law inwardly cursed and growled. Fuck me.
You lead him back towards the bed, helping him sit down. You tilted your head, worry furrowing your brow. “Are you going to be sick?” You kneel down on your knees, peering up at him from below. Not knowing you were not helping to cure him of his inner turmoil. You gently touch the curve of his strong jaw and brush your thumb across the apple of his cheek. “Do I need to fetch a doctor?”
Law blinked, narrowing his twin silvers at you. “I am a doctor.” His speech slurred.
You chuckle softly. “Yes, you are.” You watch Law unconsciously nuzzle into your palm, turning his head and placing a gentle and sloppy kiss on your skin. Your heart leapt within your chest. This was new. Your old Law wasn’t a lightweight. Then again, he never wanted to get so lost and intoxicated that he couldn’t perform while making love to you.
“You feel good.” He sighed into your cool-skinned touch.
“Oh, you are too hot.” You raised a hand to touch the front of his obi, then paused. “Can I help you undress?”
Law’s cheeks grew aflame. “Yes.” He said meekly.
You began to undress him and understood why he was hesitant. Well, that part certainly hadn’t changed. You had to stop yourself from fully ogling and drooling over the thick hardness throbbing beneath his boxers. Then again, you didn’t dare go any further. You knew Law wouldn’t ever take advantage of you if your roles were reversed. “Let’s get this off and leave those on.” You slipped the front of his black and yellow kimono off his shoulders, watching him, unable to hold back a moan and shudder that time. Is he more sensitive? You had to suppress an impish smile. Looks like the tables have turned, my love.
Oh god, you looked like you wanted to devour him whole, bones and all. Law never thought he could become harder than steel, but he was. Every agonizing twitch, every traitorous heartbeat drumming and echoing within his ears, surges straight to his cock with more blood and agony. Law fell backwards unceremoniously onto the bed, kicking off his clogs, unaware that he accidentally shoved the outline of his stiff member directly into your face and attention. “She’s going to think I’m a pathetic loser,” Law mumbled out loud, a whimper escaping his lips.
“Who?” You asked, dragging your attention from Law’s hardness to climb on top of the bed, straddling his waist, hovering as to not brush your lower half with his own, even if you really, really wanted to.
“Y/n.” Law answered, covering his burning face with his arms and pouting. He was seriously pouting like a child who’d just received a harsh scolding. “She doesn’t want me.” His cheeks grew wet with moisture; his skin was hot and soaked with sweat. Inky black and unruly locks, more disheveled than normal without his hat. “She wants him.” Him. His past incarnation. Her husband. The old Law, the ghost of the man who wasn’t afraid to love her fully, both in life and in death. How can he ever compete?
Your heart was broken the moment you heard that confession. “Of course, she wants you, Law.” You lower yourself, breasts squished hard against his tanned, inked, sculpted pectorals. Your own erect nipples poking through the fabric of your kimono. Your breath hitches, and a moan escaped. You blushed deeply, straightening your posture and scooting back to get off of him, but Law lowered his hands to clamp tight on the swells of your hips.
“Do you know how bad I want to both fuck and make love to you?” Law confessed, meeting your gaze. His fingers squeezed tight and possessively, fearing you’ll disappear, and this was another wicked, half-asleep, half-lust-filled, wet dream. “You distract me when I’m awake.” He’s panted, yanking you down on top of him, your lower half’s brushing and colliding, drawing a pleasure groan from him and a gasp from you. “You seduce me in my sleep.” Law slowly began to roll and grind himself into your wet heat. “I’m almost at my limit.”
You felt his thick, hard cock throb, hot and angry, beneath you. “If you were sober and confessed this, then I wouldn’t fight you.” You moan, losing your balance and catching yourself by pressing your hands flat on either side of his head, boxing him in, and pinning him to the mattress. Your kimono came undone, your breasts spilling free, and shoving them into his face.
Law began to lick his dry lips and nuzzle his face between the valley of your breasts without a second thought. “Home,” he mumbled between your flesh, his hands sliding upward, caressing every curve, soft part, and imperfect inch along the way.
You had to stiffen a giggle. He looked like a happy cat purring and rubbing his face into a pile of catnip. Then Law began to place tender kisses along the big, white scarred flesh of your chest injury. “Beautiful.” He muttered. “Brave.” Another kiss. “Kind.” And another. “Sexy and fierce.” Then suddenly, Law became strangely silent.
“Law?” You asked, trying to rise once more, only for Law to slip his arms around you, holding you perfectly still.
“You shouldn’t love me.” He finally said as tears threatened to fall and sting. “Everyone who loves me,” he stopped, turning his head and refusing to see pity in your eyes. He began to tremble and shake, biting his lower lip hard until it bled. “Ends up dead.” His vision blurred, his lungs burned.
A breath escaped you. “That isn’t true, Law.” A deep pain radiated through you; you felt it deep within your chest, then settling in the pit of your stomach. You cupped both sides of his face and slowly guided his gaze back to you. “We’ve both lost greatly,” you began, closing your eyes as tears overflowed and fell, landing on Law’s face. “… we have loved far, deep, and fast; it nearly destroyed us.” You were shaking now. Law became silent again, quickly finding clarity through his despair and nightly confessions. “But we have survived. We are alive.”
Law sat upright, frowning and cradling you close. “All I can do… is make you cry… dammit.” His voice comes through clearer now, using his thumb to brush aside your hair and tears. Law shifts his weight, rolling onto his side and dragging you with him, covering you in his discarded kimono.
They say suppressed grief always comes back louder.
This was something that you two shared with no one else.
You remained quiet, continued crying in Law’s arms.
He didn’t push you off or pull away, simply let you have your turn to mourn and cry your heart out.
Slowly, you were both in and out of consciousness and sleep, but you and he never stopped clinging to each other.
------ Punk Hazard -------
The Polar Tang had headed up the narrow seas in the direction heading towards Punk Hazard for the better part of the late afternoon, the sun’s rays beating down on them as they neared the port. No one had to tell you that Punk Hazard’s half-freezing winter wonderland mirrors the frozen kingdom of Evermere. You stared outside on deck for hours, watching the ice-cold and calm waters below; a hint of a nostalgic smile curled your lips. The sun and winter winds changed for no one. But you knew you couldn’t escape your new destiny with Law; something you had to do that couldn’t wait any longer.
Stop the World Government from their hostile takeover, spread the truth of The Void Century, and meet Strawhat Monkey D Luffy. His face reminded you of an old friend you’d long since spoken to in eight hundred years. Nor any of her other fellow royals. Perhaps, you could find living descendants. Vivi Nefritari of Alabasta, for instance.
You asked the crew to remain underwater for two days before you left The Polar Tang, against Law’s orders. You didn’t dare leave him alone. You left that third afternoon, carrying light, and told the rest to head towards Zou, despite the gang's protests. They understood you weren’t doing it for yourself, but for them as well. Ikkaku packed an era spare of gloves and a scarf she’d made for you, which you now wore. The white and blue tassels on the end swayed and blew in the blustering, winter winds. A normal person might have wind blisters on their faces after being left out in the cold, but you found the wintertide weather comforting. Same icy furies and snowfall, the Evermere emblem and family crest tattooed onto her skin, followed by the Heart Pirates jolly roger.
You noticed something flying overhead. Am idea popping into your head. You smirk, why use the front door when I can simply draw their attention by starting a fight with their pet?
Who wins? A mythical beast or the moon goddess?
Needless to say, after dragging a literal fire breaking dragon across an endless winter you had gotten both Caesar's and Law's attention.
The moment you saw Caesar Clown, you knew something was off about him. His not-so-subtle leering stare, trailing your figure, and the noticeable blush on his face. “Trafalgar, who’s this?” His eyes finally find yours and cloud with interest and confusion.
You had forgotten that most people in the New World had strange laughing ticks; Caesar Clown was no exception.
Deciding to get introductions over with, you offered your hand. “I’m sorry for coming unannounced, Caesar Clown, was it?” You give him your best, practice-perfect, and charming smile. “I’m Y/n, Doctor Trafalgar’s assistant.”
Caesar’s smug grin grew, “No need to apologize.” He takes your hand in his larger glove, running his thumb across the back, bending down to place a kiss. His cheeks grow redder. “I hope the long journey in the show wasn’t too inconvenient for you?”
It took everything within you not to wipe your hand on the back of your pants or reveal the disgust threatening to break out on your face. “I don’t mind actually.” You remove your hand slowly. “I’m born on a winter island, so the cold doesn’t bother me.”
Caesar steps into your line of sight, causing irritation to coil tight in Law’s stomach and arch his brow. “May we come in?”
“Of course,” Caesar pouts, stepping back, opening the giant metal door wider to allow both of you in. “Follow Monet.” His false innocent smile returns as you enter first, then Law. The scientist stays back with The Surgeon. “Wherever did you find her?” He asked in a hushed tone.
“Along my travels,” Law said cooly, his fingers twitched and tightened hard around Kikaku’s sheath. Forcing himself to remain impassive to the taller man’s unnecessarily yapping and overcrowding. Strutting around you like an overly underrated peacock waiting for a female’s attention.
Caesar refocused his gaze forward, yellow eyes trailing down to your rear. “Are you sure she isn’t more than just an assistant?” He covered his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.
“She isn’t.” Law insisted, making his voice sound flat. Feeling his heartstrings tighten and squeeze within his chest, a shooting pain wracked his nervous system. Shit, she heard me. Law mentally cursed. “What of it?” Law added, keep his eyes forward and try to ignore the hurt flashing across your face before your mask of indifference and stone snapped shut in place.
“We could trade assistants from time to time-” Caesar couldn’t keep the perverted giggle from slipping past his painted lips.
“That’s unnecessary, thank you,” Law replied, cutting him off and shutting the rest of that disgusting offer down. “We will become business partners, nothing more, nothing less. We don’t need nonessential drama between us if you can’t keep it in your pants.”
Caesar rose to his full height, fainting and hurt. “How cold of you, Trafalgar.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You are still young,” He laughed his infamous, annoying laugh with boisterous and cocky humor, wiping a tear from his eye. “No need to be a prude.”
I swear I’ll kill this fucking clown. Law inwardly inhaled a frustrated breath. He hated overly cocky dumbasses like Caesar Clown, thinking he could get away with anything as long as he was partnered with Joker for his own greedy benefit and sadistic pleasure. Misusing his mind and power for himself rather than helping others and the less fortunate. The miracles that man could have accomplished if his jealousy toward Doctor Vegapunk and blind arrogance hadn’t clouded his judgment. Then again, there’s always someone stronger and smarter than you are out there. Law thought to himself bitterly. Right Cora?
Monet stopped directly in front of one of the team’s assigned bedrooms. “This room is yours, Trafalgar.” The bird snow woman continued as Cescar took his leave after wishing both of you a good night. Saying he’d be in his private study and research room if either of you needed him.
Before you were too far out of reach. Law leans closer, lowering his voice to an audible whisper, sounding serious. “Don’t let your guard down around Caesar.”
That brings a smile to your lips. “Thank you for your concern, Captain,” You continue walking past him to follow Monet, adding, “however, I’m not a typical fairytale damsel in distress. Remember?”
Law catches your hand, forcing you to turn and meet his pale, smoldering silver gaze. “I’m serious, Y/n-ya.” He lowered his voice for only you to hear. The full curve of your mouth tempted him again. He’d been so close to sleeping with you twenty-four hours before. All of those jumbled and cumbersome feelings are scrambling his brain and sticking his heart harder than thunder. He slipped something into your hand as you pulled back.
“If I need your help.” You pull out the baby transponder snail that is currently sleeping from outside your pocket, and it looks resembles Law’s appearance with its tiny spotted hat and his jolly roger. “I’ll call.” You lightly pull your hand away. “Good night, Captain Trafalgar.”
Law was reluctant to let you go.
“Is everything alright?” The green-haired woman asked, curiosity dripping from her tone.
You opened your hand, showing a bottle. “I’d forgotten to take my sleeping draught, Captain Trafalgar prescribes for me at night.”
“Sleepwalking?” Monet glances over her shoulder, her yellow eyes meeting your own.
“A combination of things.” You admitted without giving too much detail. “It’s hard for me to sleep in an unfamiliar place.”
“That’s perfectly natural.” Monet faced forward once more and stopped directly in front of your room, which was a few doors down from Laws. No doubt, on purpose. She covers her mouth with the tip of her wing. “Have you crawled into Trafalgar’s bed more than one occasion?” She giggles and blushes cutly. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
You try hard not to recall last night’s accidental slip. “Of course not.”
“No?” She didn’t sound convinced, raising a brow. “He’s such a cold catch, if you get my meaning.”
“Dully noted.” You had to stop yourself from clenching your fists tight and punching her in the face. “Thank you for your assistance, Monet.” You opened the door and stepped inside, keeping your attention on the birdwoman, instead of Law’s form as he walked into his own bedroom.
That wasn't the first time Caesar asked you about your relationship with Law.
Naturally, after following behind him for months had become a habit.
Wordlessly, handing him a steaming hot, black coffee with light creamer when he looked tired, or his favorite onigiri and grilled fish whenever you noticed he wasn't eating, didn't go unnoticed.
Law watched you in the laboratories monitoring room whenever you went on your morning and evening walks.
The lingering stares.
The comfortable silences.
Law placing a blanket around your shoulders when you fell asleep in the lounge, Caesar and Monet watching in the shadows.
When Doflamingo finally found out your location, he immediately sent Vergo to bring you to him as he departed from G5's Marine Base which would take a few days.
You weren't sure why the clowned would try to flirt, show off and act polite around you. You would be civil and not give into his flirtations. But apparently in this day and age, Villains think no... means yes. Which was absolutely absurd!
“Are you really Trafalgar’s assistant and now his plaything?” Caesar asks, standing directly behind you.
You can guess he’s licking his lips and staring down at your ass. “Forgive me, but that is none of your business, if Trafalgar Law and I are in a relationship or not, Sir.” You turn half a turn to face him. Keeping one of your hands behind your face, magic flowing within your palm, an ice dagger appears seconds later. “If you’ll excuse me.” You give him your back only for the gas man to disappear and reappear directly in front of you, hovering, laughing, and bending down to meet you at eye level.
“Now, now,” he chuckles, laughing in that same annoying laugh you are growing to hate. “No need to be hasty.” He hums, yellow eyes lowering to your breasts this time. “I’m sure we can work something out between the two of us, can’t we?”
You can smell the whisky and wine on his breath, then notice the drunken flush coloring his deathly pale cheeks. “Again, I must decline.” You say firmly, narrowing your eyes. “Excuse me, Caesar.” You move to walk around him, but he side steps you.
“Oh, how I like the way you say my name.” Caesar purrs, his voice practically turns into liquid honey. “I can make you see stars unlike that cold prick, Law.” The second Caesar brought one glove finger to your face; he was thrown into a wall and punched hard in the face with a fistful of haki.
You turn and see Law reappearing, standing between you and the clown. The familiar warm glow of his blue dome, or the room glowing overhead. His eyes focus on you for a moment before he stalks forward, grabbing Caesar by the collar.
“Wait! Law!” The dark, spiky-haired, taller man begs, groaning in pain. “We can share her-” His nose already bloody and broken, tears moistening the corners of his eyes.
Law doesn’t say a word; his hand leaves the paler man’s jumpsuit, sliding over his throat, tugging him towards him. His other hand forming a fist, and without thinking twice, it lands across Caesar’s face, and Law doesn’t stop until the gas man’s body is limp on the floor and slipping on a pair of sea prism stone cuffs.
You continue to watch the scene unfold.
Law pulls away, panting and breathing heavily as all the rage and disgust wash over his stern face; his knuckles are bloody and swollen. Blood that isn’t his own splattered across his face.
His dark eyes narrow, as if he’s trying to read your mind. Figure out what the hell you were thinking, walking these halls late at night or trekking in the snowstorm outside. Allowing that sadistic asshole Caesar a chance to try and lay his hands on you. His lip’s part, like he’s going to say something, perhaps, scold you. Ask you why you didn’t heed his warning. Instead, he makes his way towards you, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.
Law’s palm spreads across your back, keeping you close to him, then sliding down to wrap his arm possessively around your waist. The blood on his cheeks only makes his stormy silver eyes darker. “Did he force himself on you?” His jaw clenches tight.
“No.” You reply, leaning closer into his warm body.
Law pauses and stops. He lowers his gaze to meet yours, serious, and his voice is low and dark. “Good, or else I would have castrated the bastard.”
You chuckled. “I’d expect nothing less from The Surgeon of Death.”
A slight hint of a smirk curls his lips, then falls into a deep frown. He tips his head towards the door to your room. “Want me to stand guard?”
Against your better judgment, you open the door and let him inside. “Come inside?” You think he’s going to protest, so you add. “You can come back with your pillow and blanket.”
Law stares at you. He knows it’s a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea, but it flew out of your mouth before you could take it back. “Alright,” he muttered out loud, continuing down the hall towards his bedroom and calling over his shoulder. “I’ll knock three times, signaling it’s me.”
“Okay.” You close the door and wait, listening to his retreating footsteps. Your nerves were still on high and adrenaline fading fast. You unpacked and decided to take a shower, by the time Law came back, you were already dressed and dried.
You crawl into bed first, lying on your side.
Three strong, firm yet quiet knocks signaled that Law was waiting outside.
You jumped out of bed, stopping inches. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, shaking off the ridiculous nervous jitters, and opening the door to see Law standing there. Wearing a pair of heart print pajamas, bunny slippers, and a night cap on his head, clutching his cursed blade over his shoulder and his pillow and blanket in another. “Come in, please.” You offer him a small smile, leaving the door open to allow him in.
Law followed after you, kicking the door closed with the heel of his foot. His heart was hammering hard as he quietly obeyed. Lying his weapon beside the nightstand, slipped off his slippers and crawled beneath the blanket, facing away in the opposite direction, his back to you.
You scoot back until his back is pressed against your own. You feel him tense, his body heat seeping into your own body. Slowly, your eyes began to feel heavy; the medicine Law prescribed working right on time. You yawn, rubbing your eyes, and whisper softly. “Good night, Law.” A smile breaks across your face.
Law hesitantly turned, holding your gaze for a moment. You looked so radiant, shining with the illuminate and fluorescent lights beaming and highlighting the faint glow of your skin. A pure white silk chemise clinging to every womanly curve and flowing over your body with flawless perfection. You drove Law mad with the strong need to make love to you. He understood why Doflamingo and Caesar would want a sample, a taste of you. Why did his past incarnation never want to part from you? Why, the present him was slowly, foolishly finding himself unable to resist your ancient, bold, and otherworldly charms and beauty.
Law forced his eyes shut, reaching out and gently pulling you flush into his chest. Your level breathing warm on his already overheated skin. “Good night, Y/n.” He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the middle of your forehead and then on the corner of your mouth. “Sweet dreams.”
Apparently, you and the snow woman didn't get along either. You knew it was childish to get into an argument, a petty one at that. Your temper flared, her fangs bared and you two caused the breakroom to become colder than a walk-in freezer, ice blades stuck into the walls and both injured. You had managed to cut Monet across the face, broken one of her wings and made her walk with a limp while she managed to reopen the scar on your chest.
Law and Caesar had to break up the fight.
Law quickly patched up Monet, give her pain killers and dragged you to the islands medical wing without saying a word. But you could tell that his shoulders were tense. He was angry. Silently funning. It made guilt flicker across for you face as you frowned, bowing your head downward in shame.
Law opened the door, allowing you in first, slamming it shut, then clocking it, which caused you to flinch as you sat on the medical bed and slowly began to unzip your ruined coat, shirt, bra and left you in a tank top, your jeans and snow boots.
The black-haired doctor had already began washing his hands and gather the necessary equipment he needed to disinfect and redress. He didn't need your gaze until he gathered everything on a sterilized tray and sat down in a chair, facing you, leaning his cursed sword against the medicine cabinet.
"I'm sorry, Captain." You muttered softly. Your voice small and trying not to cry. You know you losing your temper wasn't the brightest idea, but you hated seeing the clowns face, Monets judgmental stares, the kids trapped her wasn't helping the heartache buried deep within your chest. Your own motherly instincts flaring hard. It made you miss your own children. Those children weren't sick. You knew. You could feel it. The poison flooding their veins. An inhuman, unnatural toxic and substance radiating off of them after Caesar's checkups and giving them candy after you would secretly scare your healing energy into them. It would take months for them to detox.
Law paused for a moment, waiting for you to look up at him. "Y/n, look at me." She's lucky that she doesn't need a blood transfusion. He thought to himself. Trying to bury his anger and worry into his work.
Your attention flickered back to the present and meeting Law's steely gaze.
His eyes glittered dangerously, and your pulse leaped. “I said not to follow me to Punk Hazard; that was a direct order from your Captain.”
You sucked in a breath sharply. “What mad scheme are you planning?”
Law continued his work, being as gentle as he could. Forcing orange juice into her other hand. “It doesn’t concern you, now drink.” Pulling her reopened wound closer to him for inspection, swearing under his breath. “You’ve been scratching your chest scar in your fitful sleep.”
“I can heal myself.” You yanked yourself away, forcing more of your tank top to lower. Your nipples grew hard and stiffened into twin peaks before Law’s observing, heated gaze. Your chest hurts like hell. Law’s touch was so gentle, it made your heart ache more. You raised your free hand, warmth and moonlight glowing and shining within the palm of your hand. “Let me-”
“No, I’m the ship’s doctor.” His tone is firm and final. “Let me do my job.”
“Why won’t you let me help you?” You frown, setting the orange juice down on the table, licking the moisture and stray line of juice running down your mouth.
Law’s gaze slid to yours. His heartbeat slammed hard within his chest. Because I can’t allow myself to trust anyone who isn’t my crew. On pure impulse, he bent over you, pushing and forcing you down onto the medical bed, flat on your back, hair spilling across the pillow. “Stay still and stop changing the subject.” Law clicked his tongue.
Your body didn’t react out of fear. It melted further beneath his touch, feeling the full weight of his body, his aggression, and his strength. You realized how careful he was without trying to aggravate the wound in the middle of your chest, not putting too much pressure. Beneath all of it, you saw the deep, calm, and focused seas of his silver eyes become stormy, mixed with raw hunger. Even with one hand stretched out on the side of your head and the other gripping tight with possessiveness on the swell of your hip. “Why must you be so difficult and stubborn?”
“Why do you keep pushing and running away from me?” You asked, flipping it back into his face? “My husband was never a coward who’d run away from me?” Tears sting and burn behind your eyelids.
The tenderness and liquid, smoldering heat vanished as Law came back to his senses, gritting his jaw hard. “I am not your past Law,” he groaned in frustration and sat upright, untangling his limbs and body from your own, trying to stop the heat of his cheeks from rising. “Why won’t you accept that?” He scratched his head in aggravation. “I’m me and no one else.”
“All forms of you, past, present, and future you, reincarnation, or otherwise…” You kept your sorrowful expression on his face. “You are mine.” You grabbed his hand and placed it directly over your heart. “As I am yours, Law.” You interlocked your fingers together, feeling his hand twitch. “Your heart beats inside me. Our lives are forever connected.” You sniff and smile, tears falling down your cheeks. “When you die, I die. It’s fate.”
Law’s heart aches. “This isn’t rational.” He shook his head. He can feel your heart fluttering beneath his palm.
“You are just scared to let me in.” You said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I love-”
Law pulled his hand away, embarrassment and annoyance flashing across his face. “Don’t say it.” The words didn’t sound angry; not this time. It sounded weak and pleading. His eyelids felt heavy, his chest ached and throbbed with guilt, perhaps, pity. Don’t say it. It seemed to be the newest works he’s been replaying to you on constant repeat.
Law hated how your pain and tears shook him, tore his insides and pierced straight into his usually defenses, tearing away the facade and walls he’s built to protect himself, giving the illusion that The Surgeon of Death was a man with a cold and unfeeling heart. Your unwavering devotion and honest words were choking him, made his gut churn, and this terrible weight pressed against his chest. “Don’t say those words when you don’t mean them,” he says in a low voice. “Won’t the ghost of your ex-husband think you no longer think about him?”
Your heart races as you realize what he’s getting at. You know he’s still present and can hear. Saving his strength. Silent. Protecting. Watching the exchanges between you and his current incarnation. “He knows he’ll always be with me, even when I can’t see him.” You sit upright, stranding slowly, and cradle his jaw. The warmth of his body radiates with yours as he looks down at you. His eyes never stop making your pulse race.
His eyes. The eyes that haunted your dreams. The soul-piercing stormy silvers that left you feeling safe, entranced, but never afraid.
“Then give me new memories to hold onto,” You whisper.
The air within the medical bay between the two of you crackles and charges like two magnets in a thunderstorm. You can feel Law’s cheek grow hotter beneath your cool palm, the change within his breathing as he considers your request. The distance, the need, and unsettling, undeniable heat and magnetism between you two come springing to life.
Your thumb trails the curve of his jaw, caressing in agonizingly slow circles, staring straight into his eyes with a steady and unflinching gaze; directly into the lost, love and touch-starved man who, for once in his life, doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know how to react. His head and body are once again fighting north and south. Law leans down, tugging you closer until your body is perfectly flushed and fitting together like missing puzzle pieces.
Wordlessly, no fancy words. He gives in. When your lips meet, time stops. Nothing outside these four walls, past or present, doesn’t matter. Not the howling winter frost and wind outside, not Caesar, Monet, or the gas mad scientist cronies, or even Joker. Only you and him. You kiss him back with the same level of patience and care as if he’d break and crumble into a million pieces, if you became too impatient, rushed, and greedy. Your hands trail, one running through his hair and the other wrapping around his neck, letting Law take the lead.
Law’s mouth moves clumsily and unsure against your own, his breath hitches in between kisses, and a low, unmanly whimper slips out. Your lips are soft and warm, making him ravenous for more.
When you and Law finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“Thank you, Law,” you say breathlessly.
Law's attention drifts to the wound and scar on your chest, it's closing before his eyes. Your moonlight and healing light glowing and making how own skin tingle with tiny flutters and aftershocks. His cheeks grow rosy when he discovers you caught him staring, transfixed in fascination. "You're welcome." He mutters sheepishly, going to reach for his hat, but finding it missing. He finds it on to floor, picks it up and places it back on his head. "Now, stop causing trouble before the clown nags and complains about us to Joker."
The tiny bubble of happiness bursting out of your chest bursts when Caesar’s annoying voice erupts over the intercom. “Law! What’s taking so long? Hurry back.”
Law comes out of his stunned stupor. “Bossy clown.” He lifts his chin, eyes narrowing in annoyance.
Amusement dances in your eyes. “You sure you can deal with him alone?”
Law studies you for a second before nodding. “Of course. Men like Caesar are simple. If you feed and stroke his ego enough, he’ll eventually let you slip underneath his nose.” He sighs, lowering his gaze to your wound. “Let’s hurry and bandage your wound before it gets infected.”
You roll your eyes. "Aye, aye, Captain." You give a half-hearted salute.
----- After Caesar’s, Baby 5’s and Buffalo’s capture ----
Around you, you heard the others talking and laughing.
Being a ruler, it has given you an understanding of the weakness in others and a tolerance for receiving comments, both fair and harsh, towards yourself, Law, and The StrawHat Pirates.
StrawHat Luffy reminded you of something only Lily had mentioned in letters. Joyboy. His radiant smile, StrawHat, and determination to help others whenever he could, liberate them from their torment and horrors. Their savior. You frowned. You wished you could speak with Lily, the past Queen of Alabasta. Yet it made you wonder… whatever happened to Imu? His obsession, twisted devotion, and claim of love for Lily reminded you of Donquixote.
Your eyes widened, and you began to feel sick. Oh no. You nearly dropped the bowl of soup Sanji had given you as your steps towards Law faltered. You remembered why Green Bit sounded familiar. Why Law was so adamite about you not coming along? Why does he fight you so hard and stubbornly put his foot down, which you ignored out of your own stubbornness and pursuit? Doflamingo Donquixote… he’s the descendant of him. How? How could you have forgotten about such a giant man whose shadow, wicked smirk, and evil smile lurked in the darkness? Dressrosa. You remember the maps layout. It isn't far from here and Zou.
This Joker. This man ruled the underground and black market. You can picture the past and current King of Dressrosa’s face. Blonde hair, tall, arrogant, cold, and cruel, sporting a never-ending, unlawful, and vile smile stretching from ear to ear. A true villain, children’s stories depicted about, a giant wolf hiding in sheep’s clothing. Hiding in plain sight. All of the Caesar’s misdeeds and nonhuman crimes now seemed small and foreplay compared to Doflamingo’s madness, inhuman greed, and maliciousness.
Smoker and Law’s conversation halted when they heard the small gasp slip out of your mouth. “What's wrong with her?” The white-haired Vice Admiral muttered between them, noticing how pale your face had become.
Law had never seen you so scared. Alarm bells are going off. “I don’t know.” He stood slowly, keeping Kikoku beside his seat on the rock and steps closer to you with cautious and steady footfalls, not wanting to spook you. “Y/n-ya?”
You lifted your head to meet Law’s calm, steady, quicksilver eyes. A hint of worry peaking from beneath his furry, spotted hat. You shook your head. “It can’t be true.” You muttered in disbelief, trembling harder now, kneeling down onto your knees, setting the bowl onto the side, in the snow, fearing you’d drop it as you cover your eyes.
Law knelt in front of you. He knew in an instant. “Dammit,” he clicked his tongue. “This is exactly why I wanted you to stay with the crew, safe and in Zou.” He pulled you into his arms, cradling you close, and muttered between the two of you. “Far the hell away from the bastard.”
You clung onto Law, burying your face into his chest and the front of his coat. “Why?” Your voice trembled, lips quivering. “Why must he come back too? Anybody but him.” You whimper.
Law didn’t know why. He knew once Doflamingo wanted something or someone, he’d stop at nothing to get want he wants. Doesn’t matter who gets hurt, who gets caught in the crossfire. Knowing he’d sample and sink his claws into his latest obsession, then send it down the pile line for his men to try, or worse… sell to the highest bidder within the human trafficking and slave market.
What confused Law more and caused dread to worm and spread deeper into his gut. “What did you mean by he’s back?” Law pulled away to meet your fearful gaze. “When have you met Doflamingo?”
Smoker’s obsidian eyes met with Law’s silvers, both men sharing a look.
You didn't get the words out as you felt something invisible tugging at the back of your jacket, yanking you backwards, out of Law's arms and straight into the air.
Law's gloved hand reaches for your hand, but misses. "Y/n-ya!"
A familiar pink coat wearing shadow appears off the coast, holding you captive. "You may have destroyed my SAD factory, but I've won myself a prefect consolation prize."
"Doflamingo!" Law cursed, his hand immediately unsheathing his sword. "You son of a-"
The older Warlord, Heavenly Demon, tsked softly. "It isn't fair to hog such my long-awaited betrothed from me, Law. Shame on you."
Law's eyes narrowed. "What delusional nonsense are you talking about?"
Smoker, The G5, The StrawHats and Law all stared at the blonde warlord.
The phantom elder Law appeared, glaring at Doflamingo with murderous intent. "Donquixote!"
Law shifts his gaze to his incarnation. You know him?
That bastard tried to break my marriage pack to Y/n before the twins were born. He hissed, the spirits anger vibrated and surged hot within Law's own blood.
"I welcome both The StrawHats and Law to my Kingdom of Dressrosa," Doflamingo, tugs you closer into his taller, larger frame, snuggling you deeper into his pink feathered coat. "For now, this princess will become my guest." His wide grin spreads as he turns and flees.
"No! Y/n-ya!" Law activates his room, teleporting to the highest mountain rang, sprints and jumps, trying get within range to swap places with the blonde warlord. He's a hair too short, falls, curses and lands in the snow. "Damn you!"
"Law!" You glanced over your shoulder, tears blurring your vision. You face forward, glaring daggers at your captor. "No, put me down, Donquixote!" You push your hand flat against him, but he doesn't budge. You feel his gaze searching yours from underneath his sunglasses.
"You know who I am?" He chuckles, shifting your weight to carry you in one arm with ease. "This will make matters go by smoothly then."
You felt a cold chill roll down your spine. "I won't marry you."
"Oh, you will, little moon goddess." Doflamingo chuckles darkly. "You will, if you want Law to live."
----- In Dressrosa -----
Everyone in Dressora’s attention was drawn to the image of Doflamingo talking into the live feed transponder snail. That ever-present wide grin that borders on insanity and sanity laced together from the ten-foot-tall warlord. “Citizens of Dressrosa rejoice. I’ve finally found the woman who’s been chosen as your future queen and my long-awaited bride.” Doflamingo’s fingers, hidden at his side, began to move. His parasite string forced you to move as he turned towards you. “Don’t be shy, princess.” His smug grin rose. “Come to me and say hello.”
Robin’s eyes widened. “No, it can’t be.”
Law’s eyes narrow. “That son of a bitch!”
Luffy stared as the snail’s camera focused on you. “What? Traffy, why’s your wife with Mingo?”
“She’s clearly dressed there against her will,” Franky commented, frowning and crossing his arms. “Uncool, man.”
The blue satin gown clinging to every curve and swaying of your hips as you were forced against your will to talk to the Heavenly Demon. Doflamingo’s arm snaked around your waist, tugging you closer into his body. The blue sapphires and diamonds decorating the top of your head, wrapped around your throat, and the engagement ring forced onto your finger were visible. “Hello, citizen of Dressrosa.” You said flatly, keeping your face as calm and masking your inner disgust and revoltion, choking on your fear. “I come from an ancient and noble bloodline from the north blue,” you began slowly, “Crown Princess Y/n of Evermere.” You give a graceful half-bow and curtsy. “Its location has since been lost to time, but its royal bloodline still lives on in me.”
“Decades ago, the Crown Princess of my ancestor was aligned with a marriage pact between Dressrosa and Evermere to stop the war that began The Void Century-” Doflamingo began his speech, making Law and the rest of The StrawHats shocked and sicker. "As our bloodlines living descendants, I have decided to finally completely this marriage alliance despite Evermere no longer standing."
Nami covered her mouth, brown eyes wide. “He’s lying.”
“It’s true,” Law said through gritted teeth. “Doflamingo's ancestor wanted Y/n as his main wife to replace his current one in his harem. Thinking her husband was unfit and tainting her bloodline.” His hands clenched in his fist and around the scabbard of his cursed blade. “The maniac grew obsessed. Small tokens of affection and love grew more morbid and unhinged, threatening to tear her kingdom apart as she watched it burn to the ground.”
“The moon princess is real?” Robin commented. “A figure and myth that hadn’t been seen in memory or spoken of in eight centuries.” The StrawHat’s archaeologist twirled on her heels to meet Law’s unmoving expression. “You knew?”
“Of course, I did,” Law answered, he couldn't very well say he can communicate with the spirit of his past self-haunting him and you. "Memories come back from time to time."
"Memories?" Chopper inquires innocently, tugging on the end of Law's coat.
“The what?” Luffy asked, frowning in confusion.
“The moon princess born in Evermere eight hundred years ago, whispered to use both ice magic and the moon's light to heal,” Robin explained, her brows furrowed in confusion. “But how can she be alive?”
“She was hidden deep underground, asleep in cryosleep when my crew and I found her.” Law cut in.
“Witness the miracle and power my bride has been blessed with.” Doflamingo raised a knife and purposefully cut his hand deeply, his blood welled and spilling, dripping down his arm and forearm, staining his clothes.
Everyone within the Donquixote Family and Citizens gasped in horror.
Multiple voices calling out to him. “Young Master!”
Doflamingo turned to you, offering his injured hand. “Would you mind, my beloved moonflower?”
Law’s anger grew. Calling you that name with such false and genuine-sounding affection made him physically ill. “Bastard.” He watched you take his hand in yours, raising his bleeding palm facing the audience, the familiar glow and light appearing over your body as tiny bursts of orbs filled with moonlight and your life energy appeared on the screen. Within a matter of seconds, the deep cut that would have required immediate medical attention, surgical focus, and stitches vanished before their eyes. “He’s releasing her healing magic to the public.”
The voices of the overjoyed citizens of Dressrosa began to cheer and praise the secret love match between their beloved King and his arranged Princess. “She’s beautiful!”
“Such a rare talent befitting our King.” Someone said close to their table.
Caesar wanted to hide underneath the table from the killing look Law gave to that commoner’s comment.
The sight of Doflamingo touching you, then bending down from his massive height to capture your chin in his fingers and bring you into a kiss, made his vision redden.
---- end of chapter 8 part 1 ----
Song list: Yours Again by RED, The Bottom by Daughtry
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