Werewolf Law x Vampire fem reader (One Shot)
If anyone had told Law that he would become entangled with a bloodsucking vampire he would have shambled that person away.
It never would have crossed the Surgeon's mind.
Never in his teens and early twenties and yet, here he was stalking a graveyard in the middle of a harvest moon, carrying a coffin strapped to his back, heavy silver chains wrapped around his gloved fist.
All for the survival of his undead girlfriend as he neared her crypt to fetch the healing soil of her homeland in order for her to recover her strength. He hasn't spoken to her in person in days. Well, aside for whenever he slept. You would come to him in dreams, where he could freely embrace you without shame and be free to kiss you, or run his inked fingers through your hair.
He knew the Five Elders wouldn't approve of your relationship and blending of the species, fearing what sort of offspring would come of the union, so they disobeyed it. Mix species marriages and matings. Which Law didn't question until he found you.
Law has always been a man who followed his own rules, wondered wherever and anywhere he'd choose. His world has become a void of black and gray, keeping his heart guarded and letting his rationality rule his judgement. Everything changed the very night he'd first seen you. You had made his heartbeat quicken within his chest, his breath stopping in his lungs. He'd forgotten how to breath for half a second and he could finally see color for the first time in decades.
Law didn't have a problem blending into human society. A tall, dark-haired man with a cocky smirk, tatts and his silver eyes that flashed golden underneath the moonlight or streetlight.
He senses someone had been following him. Law continues leisurely strolling down the dark and bustling streets, carefully tilting his head to scent the wind. That's when he caught it.
A feminine scent.
Something sweet, feminine clouded his mind, senses and caused his inner wolf to grow haywire. His inner wolf rubbing against his skin, itching to shift and come out to greet you. Law gritted his teeth and ignored it, a silent growl and snarl commanding his inner beast to calm down. The black wolf bared his own teeth, huffed and returned to sleep deep inside of Law, but not before whispering the words "Our mate. Our female."
Law felt a shiver roll down his spine from head to toe. Surely not. His wolf might have become senile and desperate.
Deciding to lean against a nearby alleyway and watching people passing from the corner across from the local bar, people downing shots and alcohol faster than non-seasoned veterans and older party goers. Naive to the dangers lurking the streets at night, crossing their paths, talking to them, stalking them or simply making idle chatter.
Law focused on his target.
Whenever he tried to give chase, you would disappear into a crowd of people. He took a look at you and left quickly as he switched to recognize the name tags on the streets, doubling back until he caught your scent again.
He would be a hairs reach of grabbing your hand or snatching your black and red cage off your head until you gave him the slip. An annoying game of hide and seek, or tag, how childish. His amusement quickly fizzled into annoyance as he cursed underneath his breath, inhaling and exhaling to calm himself down. Just my lucky that my fated woman is a stubborn little thing, Law thought to himself, taking off his spotted hat to furiously scratch his head, then yank his hat back down onto the top of his head. A mischievous gleam twinkling within his quicksilver eyes. If she wants to play games, then let's play, Vampiress.
It repeated night after night until you came to him.
Something swirled deep within him. The emotional and deepest descent into irrationality and everything Law has followed his entire life. Broken within a single night.
It had become a game. A nightly ritual as you two played a game of supernatural tag. The habits ingrained to him since boyhood became shattered into millions of tiny pieces as he awaited for the moon to rise after a long dawn and daylight.
He dreamed of you giving chase. Running after him with those lethal and predatory, hypnotizing gems. He swears he could hear a woman's laughter echoing all around him and close all at once. It would frustrate him and cause his skin to blossom with a blush, heating his skin. And yet, he wanted to hear it again. The sound of your laughter, free and airy, light.
Law would wake up, thinking that you were an allusion. That he'd finally lost his mind and snapped. Until he scented your scent at the window still of his hotel room as he stood and walked cautiously towards the window he'd kept locked every night. There sitting on other side of his window was a little black box tied in a red ribbon and a bright red rose.
Hesitantly, Law unlocked the latch and opened the window. His inked, tanned hand hovering over the box. His interest peaked. Wondering what you had given him. It had only been a week since he's found you and you were already giving him gifts? You were a stubborn and bold one, he'd give you that.
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You knew it was dangerous to remain out during the daytime. You waited, watching the wolfman's reaction to your gift. You had snuck into his hotel room and snooped through his things. You knew you shouldn't and yet, you wanted to know about him without breaking your little game of chase. You had learned that his name. Trafalgar Law. Such an unusual name. He smelled of sunlight, moonlight and a scent of maleness that made your toes cure and a tingle crawl down your spine.
Once you learned his name. You asked one of your friends to ask around about him. Learning anything and everything about him.
Luffy couldn't remember his name, but called him, Traffy. "Traffy?" Luffy tilted his head, crossing his arms as remember the silver eyed and dark haired man. "Oh! Yeah, I met him on Sabaody while fighting some Marines with Jaggy." He smiled brightly, then returned to eating his meat on a bone by the handful.
Zoro said, "If his bounty is that high, then he must be a swordsman worth fighting."
Sanji had been jealous that Law was stealing your attention, crying tears of sorrow while nibbling on a handkerchief. "Damn, that shitty wolfman!"
Nami wondered if he had treasure hidden away on his ship and where it was as a berri signs appeared in her eyes.
Robin informed you of Law's status as The Captain of The Heart Pirates. A Pirate from The North Blue. His other titles didn't scare you away, if nothing else it made him more interesting.
Chopper asked you to be careful.
Of course, you knew you couldn't stay away from this wolf man. The feared Surgeon of Death, Doctor Heart Stealer and Captain of the Heart Pirates.
Returning back to the present, your shifted into a raven and took flight, inwardly frowning. You would have to return to your coffin and sleep until sundown. You truly hoped that he enjoyed his gift.
Law stared down at the little black velvet box open within his hand. He couldn't believe what he was staring at. A coin. Not just any coin, a commemorative coin. One that appeared old and in a language he'd never seen before. He recognized the detail as the name of somewhere he'd visited and how pristine, polished and well-loved and kept it had been. Inside was a note.
Good morning, Trafalgar Law. Take this coin as a truce and a gift from me to you. I've heard around that you enjoy collecting these coins. Please feel free to add it into your collection, if you'd like. One of keepsakes of home that I keep close to my heart.
Tonight, I will meet you at The Baratie tonight for dinner at 5pm after sundown.
It's a date~ Don't keep me waiting Law, or I'll come to you.
Have a good day
Sincerely, Y/n
Law read and re-read the note. You called off the hunt to invite him to a date? His face burst into a rosy hue. Something within him was disappointed and nervous. Once again, you had thrown him for a loop. Confusing him.
"Well, that explains why her scent lingers around my room." Law muttered out loud, his heavy-lidded gaze wandered around his hotel room, frowning. "But why did she snoop through my things?" His anger and annoyance at you breaking into his room and rummaging through his personal and private belongings shifted to an odd sense of calmness washing over him. He hated to admit it. He somehow rested easily after being surrounded by your scent.
Hours past.
The sun and daylight hours dragging on until it had set, descending lower and disappearing behind the horizon.
Law stood waiting outside The Baratie, checking the surprising reservation that had been placed underneath his name. The French inspirated restaurant run by The Legendary Zeff and his team of foul-mouthed staff and co-owner/Sue Chef Black Leg Sanji. A blonde-haired chef who grew heart-eyed and flirted with any woman who walked through the doors. The man was as shameless his switching personality would appear between fawning over woman one moment and then being rude and crude with male customers.
He's only been here a few times to eat since it was usually booked full months in advance, worse on romantic national holidays.
Law wondered, if it was a good idea agreeing to meet here? Then again, he couldn't contact you since he didn't have your phone number. You were a sworn enemy. A wicked, blood sucking temptress and bringer of death, or as elder hunters had often pointed out, drilling harder on the "wickedness" and "temptress" part while suffering from a nosebleed or noticeable blush as they recalled seeing such a creature within their own youth as rookie hunters.
Law being the ever curious of the morbid, darker side of the unknown and known silently agreed to show up because he wanted to. Not because said vampiress was his fated mate and female. Here he was, dressed in a long-sleeved, button-down dress shirt with white stripes, the cuffs raised and fastened at the elbows to show off his tattoos and forearms. A few buttons unbuttoned, undone as well, hinting his symbol and black inked, heart shaped spirals flashing against his tanned skin. Law felt naked without his beloved white spotted hat but felt it more appropriate to leave it back at his hotel.
His face a complete mask of cold, hard indifference and marble with a hint of a downturn, or frown marrying his lips. His sharp and calculated quicksilver eyes searched the crowd for the bold, slip of a vampire. He kept his guard up and his ears open in case this was a trap. Women passed him as they walk arm-in-arm with their boyfriends, husbands or dates, every once in a while, an overly curious female would scan him, give him a charming smile or a cheeky, flirtatious wink or blow a kiss in his direction. The shyer ones would try to sneak a second glance or once over, then try to act aloof as they blushed hard.
Law never paid them any mind. Their husbands, boyfriends or dates on the other hand would silently send him a nasty glare, guiding their women or partners far away from him as possible as their fragile ego's and masculinity felt threatened for unreceiving their women's attention.
A familiar scent invaded his nostril and clouded his mind, burning and soaking into his lungs and set his heart a thunder within his ribcage. A sign that you were near. Law became unaware that the silver grey within his eyes flashed and brighten like a bolt of lightning, then gold and back again to normal as his attention focused on you, standing across one of the lit streetlamps on the opposite side of the street.
His inner beast and wolf rubbed beneath his skin, itching to shift and come out to meet and strut for his female. Which caused Law to grit his teeth, his inked fingers tighten on the singular bright red rose within his hand, then relax. Quiet down would you. Law inwardly hissed at his wolf; he felt his cheeks warm a darker shade. He now wished he did have his hat to cover his eyes and his embarrassment.
Law's inner wolf replied with a half growl, half whine in need. She's here. Our beautiful mate. Our moonlight. His face heated further at the cringe worthy and overly sappy, cheesy word vomit, love sickness his inner wolf was displaying without an ounce of shame.
There you were.
Beautiful. Wearing a deep crimson knee length, off the shoulder dress. The material molding and hugging your feminine curves and body like second skin, a slit on the right side leading from your knee and stopping at your upper thigh, ruffles at the bottom of the hem. You wore light makeup and a smokey eye, black and red highlighting your eyes, adding more to your natural charm and elegance. A small ruby in the shape of a heart on a gold chain strung around your neck and above your collarbone, immediately drawing Law's attention. You knew his love for anything heart designed or printed patterns too? It made his heart leap within and his wolf howl in delight.
This really isn't a good idea, Law thought to himself as you smiled at him. Flashing him your pearly white teeth and fangs as your strolled towards him, weaving through the crowd of people along the way, drawing other men and males' attention, stealing second glances, sparks of interest, lust and fascination, envy and jealousy twinkling within their gazes or drilling holes into your body.
It made Law choke back a possessive growl.
"Law." You whispered, genuine shock and wondering rising from your angelic tone. "You made it. I'm glad, truly." You leaned into him causing the scent of your perfume to invade his nose, combined with your natural scent. Untouched. Unattainable. Tempting. Teasing. And flooding his senses.
His sword and gun remained sheathed at his side and hidden with a cloaking spell attached to the one of the rings he wore along his left index finger. Time was ticking again. Life had paused and never restarted back since that awful day his homeland burned to the ground. You smelled sweet, a hint of the sea and home. A scent he hadn't smelled since before the destruction of his homeland and hometown. A hint of earth and soil, soap, vanilla and lavender.
"It would have been rude to turn down your bold request." Law replied nonchalantly, keeping his voice calm and even. He offered the lone rose, fighting back another heated blush as he cleaned his throat. "This is for you." His brows furrowed, tilting his head. "I've been chasing you for weeks and I don't know your name."
"Y/n." Your smile widened, a genuine and heartfelt smile that stole the very breath from his lungs. "Y/n L/n." You took the rose, immediately bringing the flower to your nose and inhaling its scent and floral fragrance, giving an appreciated hum. "Thank you, Law. I adore roses."
Law swallowed thickly, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. He now knew your name. Y/n. Such a heavenly sounding name. "Shall we go inside?" He muttered out loud, finding his voice as he half turned and offered his arm which you took without hesitation.
"Of course." You chirp softly, linking your arms in his own. "I'm starving." You giggle to yourself.
"I'm honestly surprised you wanted to meet at a restaurant of all places." Law admitted, leading you towards the entrance and past the line of waiting, surprised and half angry customers who'd been standing and waiting for their names to be called. He had to stop himself from asking out loud, 'Can vampires even eat human food?' He chose not to say it. He didn't want to come off as an even rude and insensitive asshole as others claimed him to be when it comes to strangers, though Law himself was always blunt and straight to the point regardless.
"Yes, vampires and the undead do eat real food, Law." You giggle and answer in a matter-of-factly tone. "Just in smaller portions and more often." You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. "Think of us more as night walking hobbits, if you'd like."
Law blinked. "Who the hell came up with that idea?" It appeared that his date was a book lover.
"Me." You fluttered your pretty long lashes at him and gave him a wink. "And don't worry," you bring a long, paired red nail to your bright ruby red, fully and luscious lips and whispered. "I've been asked that questions millions of times, so I didn't need to read your thoughts, Doctor Trafalgar."
You knew he was a practiced and official doctor as well? You truly had done your homework.
Law kept his gaze forward. "That's an odd comfort."
As the odd pair entered The Baratie, completely lost in each other's attention and date.
Law and you didn't know it yet, but after tonight yours and his destines would be more intertwined than just fated pairs.
For the dreaded Heavenly Demon and Sorcerer, Doflamingo Donquixote had his sights on you.
An event that would lead the proud Trafalgar Law to join The StawHats to rescue you from the blonde, crazed smiled, tyrant King of Dressrosa's wicked schemes and deadly strings.
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