pairing: law x reader
summary: a book, some teasing, and a flustered Law->maybe your taste in dark, brooding men was fate all along.
CW: she/her/girl used,fluff, playful teasing, mentions of gothic themes, shy/soft law
word count: 1k
A/N: anyway remember how I said that my dog was in the hospital?so she died and I have no will to live 😍 BUT IM DOING THIS FOR LAW'S BIRTHDAY
art credit: @gargantuanonion
You had spent most of your afternoon in bed cuddling with Law. It was nice and cozy, and you loved feeling him close to you, but at some point, you started to get a little bored.
“Law? What do you want to do?”
“Whatever you want to.”
“Maybe we could read a book?” you suggest, shifting slightly in his arms.
Law lifts his head from where it was resting against your neck, looking at you with mild suspicion. “Read a book?”
“Yeah.”
He seems to internally debate this for a few seconds before finally giving in. “Sure... I guess we could do that.”
“Okay, what do you want to read?”
“I’m not picky. You choose something for me,” he replies, completely unbothered.
You smirk. “Not something medical again.”
Law rolls his eyes. “Why not? I like reading medical books.”
“I know you do.”
“What’s wrong with medical books?” he asks, acting as if he doesn’t already know your answer.
“You’re just a nerd.”
His eyes narrow. “I’m not a nerd!...I just like learning.”
You grin. “My nerd.”
Law immediately turns red and looks away, mumbling something under his breath. You catch the “...whatever” before he pretends he’s totally unaffected.
“You’ll read literature now,” you say, pointing a finger at him like you’re some strict schoolteacher.
He sighs, resigned. “Okay, fine. I’ll read something other than medical journals for now.”
“My nerdy boyfriend.”
His face somehow gets redder. “Quit it. I’m not a nerd. Just hand over a book and let’s get this over with.” He holds out his hand, waiting.
Laughing to yourself, you walk over to your bookshelf, scanning the spines carefully. You try to decide which one he might be interested in reading. After a moment, you pull out The Collector by John Fowles and hand it to him.
Law glances at the cover, then back at you. “I’ve heard of this one, but I’ve never actually read it.”
“Now’s your chance. You should be thankful you get to be blessed by my personal literary choices.”
He snorts. “Your ‘personal literary choices’ are a bunch of fiction books and sappy romance novels.”
You gasp dramatically. “I like gothic literature.”
Law raises an eyebrow. “You mean teenage girl literature.”
“No, I mean Frankenstein, Dracula, Wuthering Heights, The Phantom of the Opera, Carmilla-”
He gestures vaguely. “Basically books about monsters pining after girls. And don’t even get me started on Wuthering Heights.”
You glare at him. “What the hell, Law?”
He gives you a knowing look. “Have you read a single novel that doesn’t have a brooding, moody, creepy, and yet somehow handsome man as the love interest?”
You pause for a second, then shrug. “I’m basically living in one.”
He freezes in silence.
Law stares at you, processing your words. You watch as realization dawns on his face. He’s quite literally describing himself right now. The description of the male characters fits his own. He’s brooding. He’s moody. He’s handsome in a dark, mysterious way. And, yeah, maybe even a little creepy sometimes.
His mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. He looks completely thrown off.
You grin. “You’re my brooding, moody, creepy, and devilishly handsome man.”
Law’s face explodes into color. He looks away immediately, pretending to be deeply invested in the book in his hands. “...Shut up. I’m not brooding or moody.”
“Oh, you absolutely are.”
He crosses his arms. “Am not.”
“Look at you. You’re everything I wanted.” You smile at him sweetly, knowing exactly what you’re doing.
His face turns even redder, if that’s even possible. You’re enjoying this way too much.
Law looks down at the book, flipping it open just to have something to do. “Anyway, let’s read.”
You hum in agreement and turn back to your bookshelf to pick something for yourself. You can feel his gaze lingering on you before he speaks again.
“How many books about creepy men have you got in there?”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll shut up after you tell me the number.” His confidence is coming back now that he’s the one teasing you.
You sigh. “It’s a lot, probably.”
He lets out a huff of laughter and shakes his head. “You’re a complete mess. You have a weakness for brooding, dark, and mysterious male characters.”
“So you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you seriously comparing me to the characters in your books?”
“Yeah. I manifested you.”
Law blinks. “You’re saying I’m your ideal man?”
“Yup.”
He stares at you for a moment, then suddenly looks away. “W-well... I-shut up.”
You smirk. “I’m way more than just some brooding, dark male lead you read about in your novels.”
“What’s different about you, Law?”
He hesitates. “I’m real... I’m more than just a male lead made to be swooned over by a teenage girl.”
You tilt your head. “But you’ve got me swooning.”
Law groans, dropping his head into his hands. “You-you’re such an embarrassing person.”
“You’ve got me weak in the knees. I’m absolutely smitten with you.”
He doesn’t even know how to respond anymore. He just grips the book tighter, as if it’ll save him from your relentless teasing. His heart is beating too fast, his stomach twisting with that stupid, unfamiliar warmth that only you can pull out of him.
Finally, after a long pause, he mumbles, “I hope you know that I think you’re completely embarrassing. And I hate you.”
You smirk. “Am I your ideal girl?”
He exhales sharply, giving up. “Yes. Of course you are.”
His voice is quiet, but it’s sincere. He hopes you know how much you’ve changed his life for the better. You feel yourself soften.
Slowly, you walk over and sit on his lap. Law lets out a small noise of surprise, his hands instinctively settling on your waist.
“Yeah, the person into dark and brooding men wouldn’t avoid you for sure.”
He glares up at you, but it’s half-hearted. “You just have no shame, do you?”
You kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck. “I really like you, Law.”
He sighs, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist. “...I like you too.”
You grin. “You mean everything to me.”
He doesn’t say anything, but the way he presses his forehead against your shoulder tells you everything you need to know.
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