— summary: sometimes convincing yourself not to feel a certain way backfires. and that exact situation happened to zoro.
zoro hated the fact that you made him smile. whenever he felt the corners of his mouth close to lifting, he either covered it or turned around. it wasn’t that he hated showing that he cares, but the fact that you affected him this much was the cause.
“there something in between your teeth?” you asked him one day.
zoro nodded his head. “yeah, and it’s stuck there tight. look, i gotta go take it out.” he pushed past you and dashed to his training room in the sunny.
“wow, didn’t realize it was that big of a deal.” sanji said, noticing him rush by.
you shrugged his shoulders. “he just does that sometimes…i say something and then he walks away.”
“maybe you have bad breath.” usopp snickered. sanji frowned and punched his shoulder. “ouch! what the hell, man?” he whined, rubbing his skin.
“don’t you dare say yn has bad breath! it’s rude and she’s perfect like nami and robin.” he growled.
“damn okay, okay! sorry yn,” usopp apologized. you patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“apology accepted.”
“he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness.” sanji muttered. you smiled at him and playfully pinched his cheek.
“you’re sweet.” you smiled.
from his hiding spot, zoro frowned when sanji’s eyes were replaced by red, pulsing hearts. you were so nice, so forgiving, so kind. to him, you were too good for this world, too good for him. the swordsman’s frown was then replaced by a scowl.
he told himself not to fall for you.
hell, he told himself not to even like you.
but fate had other plans for him, ones he hated. every laugh, every smile, every movement you made no matter how ridiculous made zoro feel a smile creeping up his lips.
this wasn’t supposed to happen.
these feelings were supposed to be temporary.
however, no matter how many times he told himself that, looking at you and hearing your voice, always made him change his mind. and that made his heartbeat faster.
and that’s when he realized, that if you did fall for him, he fell harder for you.
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
❥ pairing: inexperienced!levi x experienced!reader
❥ nsfw
❥ summary: levi doesn’t have a good stress outlet.
— @lamentationsofalonelypotato for romance bingo
“you look so stressed, captain.” you eyed him. “paperwork shouldn’t be that hard.”
levi huffed and rolled his eyes. “not if you’re doing it by yourself.”
smirking, you stepped closer, took the stack from his hands, and carefully set it aside. then, without hesitation, you perched yourself between his legs on the wooden edge of his desk.
you steadied yourself by setting both hands on each of his shoulders, and leaned in, whispering in his ear, “then let me help.”
levi stiffened as he felt your hot breath against his ear and your lips slowly trace his jaw line.
you kissed his lips softly, arms wrapped around his neck. you broke it and knelt down in front of him, you two exchanging heated glances - however there was a tinge of nervousness in his.
“what’s wrong?” you asked.
“this has never happened to me before,” he admitted.
“do you want me to stop?”
“i don’t,” he started.
“good.”
you unbuttoned his pants, slowly slipping them off. levi hardened when you didn’t break eye contact. there was a fierceness in your gaze that sent shivers down his spine. once his pants were scrunched at his ankles, you danced your fingers up his thighs, pulling down his boxers by the hem.
“looks like someone’s excited,” you whispered, kissing his tip.
levi twitched from the new sensation. the grooves on your inner lips felt like small caresses against his tip.
“ready?”
levi nodded. then you took his cock in your throat, feeling it pulse in your mouth as it entered. the warmth around his length and you moving your head up and down made him throw his head back.
you grabbed his base and adjusted your grip around it, moving your hand in synch with your mouth. sucking your lips around him, he gasped and wandered his hands on both sides of your head, his fingers threading through your hair.
spitting on his tip, you spread the saliva with your hand before tracing your tongue along the underside of his length.
“ah fuck,” levi mumbled, tightening his hold on your hair - moving your head around, guiding you and your lips to where he wanted you the most. “i want to be in your mouth,” he rasped.
“how about my throat?” you suggested as you sheathed him inside your mouth.
“your tongue…” levi moaned as you ran it over the tip and swirled it underneath. “damn.”
his hold on your hair tightened, taking in the pleasure. to answer the question you asked him earlier, you knelt forward and swallowed his dick down your throat, gagging.
levi was on cloud nine, feeling the tightness of your throat around his throbbing cock. as your fingers, you massaged his sac, you briefly looked up, to take in his flushed face, exposed neck, and closed eyes.
law is reserved. private. he likes to keep to himself and hides his emotions behind a clenched jaw, furrowed eyebrows, and annoyance from anything he couldn’t control. and, one of those things he couldn’t control is your lips smothering his face with you lipstick - specifically his forehead and cheeks.
yes, law likes you. a lot. but your relationship is like a first crush between two kids: innocent and filled with unspoken feelings.
“stop doing that,” law muttered, immediately wiping your kiss from his cheek. you giggled - he wasn’t angry. he was blushing.
“still don’t like it, huh?” you asked, cupping his face.
law didn’t tense up but instead breathed out, “mhm.”
you sighed and sat next to him, laying your head on his shoulder. the hum of the polar tang’s engine hummed in the background.
“it’s okay, law,” you replied, holding one of his large hands in yours. “we can take it slow.”
he nodded and kissed the top of your head. “thank you.” he whispered.
kid
you and this lump of aggression and incompetence are a fan of lipstick; mainly because it’s a competition between you two to see who could give the other the most lipstick stains. anywhere and everywhere until your lips are back to their original color.
“tch. i let you win this round.” kid grumbled as you put another tally mark under your name. you turned to him, stains on your face, neck, arms, hands…everywhere.
“thank you,” you smiled proudly. “looks like i’m - ”
“psych!” kid growled. “i still have some lipstick on.” he grabbed your arms and pulled you back first against his tone chest. “when are you going to learn that i’ll always win?” he whispered in your ear, kissing the start of your jaw. with practiced gentleness, he slipped down the sleeves of your tank top and messily trailed his lips down your shoulder to your fingers. he turned your wrist around and kissed your pulse, biting the skin.
with his metal arm, he ran a finger down the front of your chest, circling your perky nipples under the fabric, and went down to the hem of your pants.
“you’re cheating,” you whispered, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. kid took his lips off your wrist and kissed each finger, slowly sucking and biting each digit.
“i don’t know how to cheat.” he laughed, turning you around so you were straddling his lap.
the bed creaked under you as you settled into position. kid’s metal fingers slid under your chin, tilting your head back to expose the curve of your neck.
he licked the lipstick off your skin, leaving a bold red smear, before kissing it again - his touch slow and satisfying. his regular hand pressed against your foot, pushing your leg further apart, before grabbing your thigh with a firm grip.
“i’m leaving more than just lipstick on you today,” he murmured into your ear, “and you’re going to like it.”
“zoro, love, you okay?” you whispered in his ear as he ran his tired hands up and down your back.
“no,” he sighed.
“why?” you asked, gently kissing it, “i’m naked, you’re naked, we’re here in bed…”
“you’ve just been doing all the work lately,” he replied, giving you a knowing look as you sat up and straddled him. he cupped one side of your cheeks lovingly and angled your head to look into his eyes. “you - mm - deserve a break…” he moaned as you put a hand over his and lightly thrusted.
“zoro, i don’t mind.” you smiled. “being a boxer is hard work.”
“you are - damn - do that again please.” he whispered as you slowly kissed his fingers, put your free hand on the headboard, and rolled your hips. you moved your lower body to the angle that you knew would make him squirm, make him forget about his troubles from sparring or yelling at his friends.
zoro grabbed each thigh with his hands, fingers squeezing your skin tight enough to leave bruises. his eye was closed as he took in the pleasure.
then, before he could release…
“mommy,” a little voice whined behind the door. a small knock followed, and both of you sighed.
“again?” he complained. “i was just about to -“ zoro groaned quietly as you slipped out of him, his cock leaving your soft, tight walls.
“stop it.” you chastised as you got dressed.
“mommy, please open the door!”
“i’m so close!” zoro hissed as he put his pajama bottoms on.
you gave him a quick kiss and threw the blanket over him. after you put his green sweater on, you slipped your feet in your slippers and walked to the door. opening it, you knelt down and looked at your mini roronoa zoro .
“what’s wrong, sweetie?” you asked after he rushed into your arms.
“i had a bad dream,” he whimpered, holding the stuffed tiger zoro got for him.
you held him close and stood up, cradling his small body. you partially turned and looked at zoro, who had a scowl on. the little boy had his eyes closed and squeezed you tight.
zoro loved his son.
but when moments like this happened, he wished they’d drop him off at his uncle usopp’s.
“mommy, is daddy mad?” he asked, looking at zoro then back to you. you giggled as you fully turned, walked to yours and zoro’s bed, grabbing your little one’s large bean bag and plopping it on your side. you sat on it, loosened your grip on him, then turned on the end table lamp to bring light to the dark room.
“daddy is just tired.” you said.
“sorry if i woke you up,” your child apologized, looking up at his father.
zoro sighed. “you’re four and you still have nightmares?”
your little one then looked down, embarrassed.
“it’s just, at night i hear noises and they scare me.” you stiffened as you and zoro exchanged glances, him amused while you were red with embarrassment.
“oh.” you whispered.
“oi,” zoro said, taking the blankets off. he walked to you two, leaned down, and extended his arms out, letting the little boy jump into them. “why do you think those noises are scary?”
“well, it sounds like mommy is getting hurt and i don’t like hearing her like that…” he replied, clutching the green tiger tighter.
“oh really now?” zoro commented as he stood up.
your son grabbed zoro’s cheek with his free, small hand and quickly nodded his head. “yeah! the monster sounds really mean, daddy. i think i should punch ‘em for hurting mommy!”
zoro snorted, imaging the little boy pull on his hair and punch his face with his small fists if he figured out that his father was the mean monster.
“sweetie,” you said, standing up, you walked to zoro and ruffled your son’s fluffy hair. “don’t worry, it’s just a dream. mommy’s okay.”
he turned and briefly looked at you. “well you have to hurt the monster so i can stop having bad dreams.” he replied, a stern face on. you giggled.
“i’ll do my best, okay?” you laughed, putting a finger on his nose.
“good, mommy.” he replied.
zoro smirked as he watched your son punch his tiger. “should i train your mom to fight monsters?”
“yeah, so she’ll stop getting hurt.”
zoro gave you an amused grin. “i’m start training your mom tomorrow after i’m back from the gym.”
“is that a new color?” luffy asked, pointing at your lips with curious enthusiasm.
“you noticed!” you replied cheerfully. “this one’s flavored.”
his eyes lit up with intrigue. “really? what’s the flavor?”
you laughed, shrugging. “no idea. that’s where you come in.”
“really really?” he confirmed, his grin widening as he bounced closer to you.
“mhmmm,” you hummed, leaning in and pursing your lips playfully.
without hesitation, luffy cupped your face, his hands warm and rough yet gentle against your skin. he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, curious kiss, his tongue flicking over the surface briefly.
“watermelon,” he declared with a wide smile. “tastes like watermelon! mind if i lick it all off?”
“be my guest, captain,” you replied with a smirk, your fingers lightly tracing the scar on his chest. “my lips are yours to command.”
luffy tilted his head, his expression turning both curious and mischievous. “that so?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “then how about you put that mouth of yours to work?”
your grin deepened as you knelt before him, your lips trailing kisses down his chest, leaving faint, watermelon-flavored stains against his skin. his breathing hitched slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides as he watched you. you paused at the waistband of his shorts, glancing up at him with a teasing look before unbuttoning them.
as you slid his shorts and boxers down, he let out a small, surprised laugh. “whoa, you’re not wasting time, huh?”
“not when i’ve got orders to follow,” you teased, taking his length into your hand and pressing a soft kiss to his tip.
when your mouth enveloped him, luffy’s laughter melted into a contented sigh. his hands instinctively found your hair, his fingers threading through it as you moved. “guess i taste like watermelon now, too,” he said, his tone light and amused.
you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. “then i’ll be here to lick off every kiss mark i see,” you promised.
luffy’s grin returned, wide and carefree. “good! looks like i don’t have to tell you to do exactly what i want. you’re already perfect at it!”
his words, so unfiltered and genuine, made you laugh softly against him before returning to your task.
zoro
there were no lipstick stains on zoro’s face, neck, chest, or stomach. those marks you left were reserved for the most intimate parts of him - places only you had the privilege of reaching. a trail of color adorned the insides of his thighs, the sensitive skin below his waist, and his hardened length. though zoro cared for you more than he often expressed, he guarded these moments fiercely, unwilling to let anyone else witness the vulnerability you pulled from him.
“y’know,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the heat of his inner thigh as you trailed soft, lingering kisses, “i’m pretty sure the crew wouldn’t care about seeing a few marks on you.”
the warmth of your breath against his skin sent a shiver through him, and his fingers twitched against the sheets. “i’d never hear the end of it,” he replied, his voice low and gruff, though the slight rasp revealed just how much your touch affected him.
“when did you ever start caring about what people think?” you teased, your lips moving closer to the place he most needed you.
he inhaled sharply when your hand wrapped around his base, steadying him as you angled your head to kiss his length. “it’s not about them,” he muttered, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he guided you.
“then what is it about?” you asked softly, your words muffled against his skin as your lips pressed closer, your lipstick leaving faint, tantalizing stains.
“privacy,” he said, his voice strained, “is a luxury on this ship... and i prefer certain parts of us to stay that way.”
your lips curved into a small smile, the intimacy of his words warming you. “fair enough,” you murmured, letting your tongue trace along his length, savoring the way his breath hitched above you.
his grip on your hair tightened as you kissed up to his tip, your lipstick smudging slightly as it mixed with the beads of precum. the sight of you, the deliberate pace you set, made his jaw clench as he fought to maintain some control.
pulling back for a moment, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his intense, half-lidded one. “you’re thoughtful,” you whispered.
zoro’s response came not in words but in the way his hand tightened in your hair, his body trembling as you returned to your kisses. every kiss and motion was a reminder that while privacy might be a luxury, moments like this were far more valuable - something just for the two of you.
sanji
sanji’s face was covered with your lipstick, and he loved it. the marks, though temporary, were his favorite - a vivid reminder of your touch, of the moments he got to keep just for himself.
that night, the ship was quiet, the gentle rocking of the ocean the only sound apart from the occasional creak of the wood. sanji stood leaning against the kitchen counter, extinguishing a cigarette in the ashtray nearby.
“looks like it’s just us,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, your voice quiet but laced with intent. you walked toward him with a sway in your hips, your eyes gleaming with mischief. “everyone else is asleep.”
the cook smiled, his expression tender and adoring as he straightened to meet you. “lucky me,” he murmured, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm grip. his forehead rested against yours, his warm breath brushing your skin.
sanji’s long, elegant fingers toyed with the waistband of your pants, slipping beneath to graze your warm skin. his touch sent a shiver through you, and you leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.
you trailed your lips from his mouth to his cheeks, leaving soft lipstick stains, then went down the sharp line of his jaw, and then the curve of his neck. the faint marks were his skin like a map of your affection. meanwhile, his fingers slipped your pants lower, brushing against the heat of your center through your underwear.
a soft moan escaped your lips, and sanji’s smirk widened, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease you further. one finger slid in, then a second, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing soft gasps from you as your body melted into his.
your hands found their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself, your lips moving to his ear. you bit down on his earlobe gently, eliciting a quiet groan from him before you kissed a path to the back of his neck. his pace quickened, his fingers finding the rhythm that made your knees tremble.
“sanji,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.
he pressed his lips to yours again, his kiss deep and full of longing. “kiss me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “kiss me until my face is stained with your love.”
his words sent a thrill through you, and you obeyed, your lips finding every inch of his skin, leaving a trail of soft, smudged marks as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.
— summary: as zoro used you to de-stress, he accidentally slips out
“you know,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “if i wasn’t so damn focused on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman…we’d do this every day.”
“i’m content being your stress relief, zoro,” you whispered as you grabbed the sheets.
zoro had on your hands and knees, gripping your hips from behind as he looked up at the ceiling, his eye closed as you took him in. there was a comfortable silence between you two, other than the ragged breathing and the sound of his thrusts.
“you’re more than a distraction,” he murmured against your ear, leaning forward.
zoro had one hand dug on your hip, grounding him, while the other slipped beneath you.
his calloused fingers brushed over your stomach before finding their way to your clit, circling it with precision. the unexpected touch sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your arms trembling as you tried to hold yourself up.
“feel good?” he rasped, his voice low. you whimpered and nodded your head.
“y-yeah,” you managed to breathe out, your voice unsteady as the waves of sensation overtook you.
the combination of his deep thrusts and the circles his fingers drew sent you spiraling. you could feel the pressure building, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.
“when i’m done fucking you, i’m going to lift weights,” he mumbled.
“zoro,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the pleasure became overwhelming.
but then, he accidentally slipped out, lost in the moment of hearing your sounds and your walls clenching around him.
zoro froze, his grip on your hip tightening slightly as he muttered a low, frustrated, “damn it.” his voice was rough, laced with irritation himself.
you couldn’t help but laugh softly as you gained control of your unsteady arms. turning your head to glance back at him, a teasing grin on your lips. “are you sure i’m not a distraction?” zoro frowned and didn’t reply back, your playful words long forgotten after he went back inside and slammed into you repeatedly.
— boxer!zoro x f!family doctor, surgeon!law x f!veterinarian
— sfw
— summary: they’re good at their job, but when it comes to cooking for you? especially the surprise birthday bento? they’re doing their best.
zoro
despite having a massive fan club, you were the one person who caught his eye. not because you attended his matches, but because you always treated the homeless that roamed outside the rink. you’d occasionally peek in when the audience was screaming his name, and that was the most attention you gave him.
“oi, when are you going to watch a full match?” he asked after another win.
“when one actually catches my interest,” you simply replied back as you kept your attention on a woman moaning in pain.
“what would make a match interesting?”
“i got you,” you smiled. “place this hot pack over your pants on the painful muscle. both of us don’t want you to burn your skin.”
“i will.”
“i’ll be back.” you promised. afterwards, you stood up and walked with zoro down the sidewalk.
“well?”
you hummed as you thought of a reason. “do it with a broken nose.”
zoro raised an eyebrow and smirked. “challenge accepted.”
one year later
“sorry i can’t stay for breakfast!” you said, grabbing your keys off a tray on the kitchen counter and hastily putting your jacket on. “i’m running late. i have a mother who wants me to unvaccinate her child, a last minute consultation - ”
“it’s stupid you’re working on your birthday.”
“i’ll be back for our dinner, okay?” you promised, walking to him and giving him a brief kiss on his cheek.
“wait - ” zoro started, standing up from the couch, “you didn’t make a - ”
“bye! love you!”
after you ran out the door, zoro stared at it. as if you’d turn around and realize that you didn’t make lunch for yourself.
“damn woman,” he muttered. “working on her damn birthday and forgetting to make her damn lunch.”
seeing that there was no sign of you coming back, zoro trudged to your shared apartment’s kitchen, grabbed your usual bento container, walked to the fridge and knocked on a nearby counter for good luck because…
“it’s empty.” he mumbled. no leftovers.
sighing heavily, he grabbed a frying pan hanging on the wall, clumsily maneuvered through the kitchen and fridge to find bread, butter, ham, and cheese.
“wait. does she like ham? or is this mine…” he said, looking at it. then he shrugged his shoulders. “looks like it’s grilled ham and cheese for lunch.”
lunch time - 1:27pm
“seriously?” you sighed, opening the staff fridge. everyone’s lunches were there - bags, containers, and ziplock bags neatly labeled.
“looks like it’s a granola bar and vending machine chips.” you grumbled. as you walked to the break room and pulled out a three crisp bills. then you heard bickering from the receptionist desk.
“i’m sorry sir, but dr. ln isn’t available. you need to make an appointment - ”
“well i’m making one now.”
“appointments don’t work that way.”
“listen, it’s her birthday and she forgot her lunch.”
“zoro?” you asked, walking to the front.
his gaze briefly softened when you approached. “yeah. you should change that appointment rule.”
smiling, you pulled him aside into the hallway. “you made me lunch?”
he nodded, took the bills from your fingers, and handed you the bento in exchange.
“my tip.” zoro leaned against the wall and looked at you nervously. “i hope you like it.”
you carefully opened the lid and looked at your lunch. the grilled cheese and ham sandwich was squishy from condensation, fruit slightly smushed, cookies crumbled, and the thermos of tomato soup was cold.
“you didn’t have to,” you said, grabbing a cookie to take a bite.
“can’t let my birthday girl go hungry.” he replied. then, quietly, “do you like it?”
“it’s perfect. my favorite birthday present since we started dating.”
“good.” zoro nodded, kissing your forehead. “happy birthday.”
“see you at home!”
zoro gave you a side glance. “of course. there’s dessert waiting for you.”
law
as much as you hated attending your city’s yearly doctor charity gala, you went every time to network. your hospital wasn’t failing. it was thriving. so the city expanded it. it was now part of a university with a veterinarian program, had a cafeteria because of said expansion, and you had too many workers and interns.
you needed more patients. four legged, two legged, and even no legged sufficed.
“and that’s why our hospital expanded.” you said coolly to a cardiologist, one you saw had a corgi and pomeranian as their cellphone lock screen.
“yes, i’ve heard great reviews about your animal hospital, dr. ln.” the woman smiled. “i will definitely make an appointment. our current veterinarian lacks passion. or constantly looks tired. very tragic.” she shook her head.
you nodded your head in agreement and continued brief conversation. afterwards, you turned around and sighed happily. that was the tenth doctor along with two waiters who had potential patients.
“that was unprofessional.” a low voice said behind you. smirking, you turned around and lifted an eyebrow.
“dr. trafalgar, what a pleasure to see you.”
“dr. ln.” he responded flatly.
“i heard you have a beautiful samoyed named bepo.” you said, not bothering to look hide your intention.
“i do.”
“you know, for samoyeds to keep their white fur soft, they have to - ”
“not interested.”
you walked up to his tall frame and gave him a playful frown. taking a napkin from a nearby dessert stand, you grabbed the pen neatly tucked in his front suit pocket, avoided his irritated gaze, and wrote some numbers.
“here’s my hospital’s number if you want more advice about samoyeds.” you said, “and below is my number…” you pointed after you gave him the napkin, “if you want to compare animal and human skeletons.”
you kept the pen as you turned before he could respond.
just to make sure he’d have a reason to call you and ask for it back. which he did. eventually.
one and a half years later
“can you make this one again?” law asked, showing you a list of bentos you’ve made for him over the year. you smiled as you skimmed through it.
“i’m not surprised you wrote this.” you leaned against his arm. law turned and placed his chin on the top of your head.
“really.”
“you check marked two bentos.” you looked up.
“did i.” he mumbled.
“law!” you laughed. “which one do you want?”
“i don’t know.” before you could reply back, he kissed your head and quietly said, “see you after work.”
one week later
law frowned at your text message.
🐈⬛: Will be home late! Two dogs got transferred from a clinic and need surgery. I’ll eat a burger from the cafeteria. 🍔🥰
🩺: But it’s your birthday.
left on read.
“you deserve better than a burger.” he said, grabbing your bento box from the container cupboard. so he decided to make you one. specifically his favorite bento because he had it the most. “this’ll be easy.” he told himself, carefully scooting the rice cooker closer to him. as he poured rice in, he muttered, “wash first. then water. then cook.”
law easily remembered that. unfortunately, what he forgot was to connect it to an outlet which he realized ten minutes later.
“damn.”
after that, smoke slowly filled the kitchen. “she deserves better.” he repeated to himself.
overtime dinner - 7:00pm
“success.” you said happily after you put your gloves in the sanitary bin. you watched the last dog transferred to a recovery room and smiled.
“is dr. ln available.” you heard a voice ask.
“i don’t think so,” one of your newly hired vet techs replied back. “she’s still at surgery. but i’m available.” she grabbed a sheet of paper from a printer tray and wrote her number, “here is my number. if you ever need to contact her, call me - ”
“i’ll take this gentleman from here.” you cut in smoothly. you kept eye contact with law as the tech continued.
“it’s okay, doctor, i - ”
“did i stutter?” you inquired, eyes still on law.
“no.” she replied.
“good.” you acknowledged her briefly then continued, “tell me, how can i help you today?” you asked law sweetly.
“you don’t deserve a burger.” he said, handing you a bento box with two hands.
“law,” you smiled, accepting it.
“doctor?” the tech asked questioningly, looking between you and him.
“happy birthday, yn.” law said quietly, giving you a boba. “the rice isn’t edible but the rest is.”
“thank you.” you smiled. “and you,” you shot a glance at the vet tech, “don’t flirt with patients’ owners.”
“this is ridiculous.” he mumbled to himself, his sword sheathes gently scratching the stone. levi was standing in front of you, your bodies centimeters apart.
“at least we didn’t die, right?” you joked, trying to add humor to the situation. levi glared. if you two weren’t stuck, he would’ve crossed his arms over his chest.
“fine.”
your bodies were close, faces locked in front of each other, giving you two the chance to have a staring contest. which of course, you lost so you darted your eyes to the stone behind him.
“you okay, captain?” you asked, briefly looking at him.
“yes.” levi lied, his heartbeat abnormally faster than usual. for some reason, being this close to you made him angry - or he was in denial.
“your face is red.”
“it’s hot in here.” he frowned. you smirked and gave out a small chuckle. “what?” he demanded.
“it’s nothing.” you replied. “it’s just…next time we are…”
“there isn’t going to be a next time.” the man replied. “i hate this.”
however, the question was: did he hate the situation or did he hate you?
— summary: you make shachi and penguin jealous by giving law something he doesn’t deserve in his bento: dessert.
the hospital’s morning shift had already swallowed the ocean tang head surgeon whole.
trafalgar law was halfway through a chart review, eyes scanning patient vitals, when the familiar sound of footsteps cut through the hallway.
he didn’t look up immediately.
because he didn’t need to.
“…you’re early,” he said, voice low, and tired.
“you say that like it’s a problem,” you replied, appearing beside his desk with a neatly stacked insulated bag and a second smaller one dangling from your wrist.
law looked at you and just like every other time, his expression tried to stay composed and failed immediately at the edges.
you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek like it was nothing and smiled.
“breakfast,” you said simply. “and lunch. and something sweet because you deserve it.”
before he could reply, you placed the first bento down with a soft click.
law’s eyes flicked to it automatically.
top tier: miso-glazed salmon over rice, neatly pressed.
bottom tier: tamagoyaki cut into perfect squares, pickled radish, blanched greens, and a small section of fruit.
and then a third small container.
“…what is that.”
you smiled innocently.
“dessert.”
“you made dessert.”
“i always make dessert.”
“you shouldn’t.”
“you always say that and then eat it.”
he had no response to that because unfortunately, it was correct. you were correct.
you tapped the lid of the small container. “it’s strawberry mochi.”
law’s gaze softened.
“…you didn’t have to do all this.”
you tilted your head. “stop.” you cupped his face briefly, and stepped back like you hadn’t just rearranged his entire nervous system before rounds. “eat,” you whispered. “don’t skip meals. i’ll be back after my shift at the clinic.”
and then you were gone again, just like that.
leaving behind a nutritious meal the head surgeon was overprotective of because…
“so,” shachi slid into the room like a man on a mission, “what did the bento goddess bless you with today?”
law didn’t even glance at him.
“leave.”
penguin followed immediately after, peeking over shachi’s shoulder like a man staring into a vault.
“is that salmon?”
“no.”
“it is.”
“no.”
law took a slow bite and chewed slowly.
shachi clutched his chest. “we’re dying in this hospital. emotionally. mentally. nutritionally.”
“you have vending machines,” law said flatly. “and the cafeteria.”
“they sell sadness and expired pretzels,” penguin countered.
then they both leaned closer. and stopped.
because law opened the dessert container.
“is that - ” shachi started.
“strawberry mochi,” penguin squeaked.
law closed the lid halfway.
instantly, two hands shot forward.
he flicked both away without even looking.
“don’t.”
“boss,” shachi whispered, tragic, “we can trade.”
law finally glanced up.
“no.”
penguin, desperate now, gestured wildly. “we have hospital sandwiches. premium break room coffee. we even have leftover crackers from last week.”
“no.”
shachi leaned in closer, voice dropping. “we can offer a hot pocket.”
law stared at him.
then:
“you think i would trade this,” he lifted the bento slightly, “for a hot pocket.”
“it’s pepperoni.”
“no.”
penguin sighed dramatically and collapsed into a chair. “he’s gone. we’ve lost him.”
law didn’t correct him and instead ate another bite like he had somewhere better to be than this conversation (he didn’t).
shachi pointed accusingly. “you’re smiling.”
“i am not.”
“you are absolutely smiling.”
law’s chopsticks paused for half a second.
“eat your vending machine pretzels.”
“those are expired - ”
“then you already have something in common.”
then penguin laughed first and then shachi.
and law, still pretending he wasn’t entertained, carefully slid the dessert container closer to himself like it was the most valuable medical equipment in the building.
