"...You take hot as hell showers!" | Donquixote Brothers & Law (React With Them)
Summary: While you decide to take a quick shower, they join you as well and see how damn hot it is!
[DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO]
The warm water from the shower beat down on you, its heat soothing your aching muscles. The day had been exhausting. The endless back-and-forth with Trebol and Diamante, the constant tension of staying one step ahead of the marines, and that damn bullet wound at your side all combined to totally drain you of every bit of energy you had left for the rest of the month, really.
The ship rocked gently beneath your feet, almost like a cradle, and your eyelids grew heavy. With the steam enveloping you, you almost dozed off, too. Really, you would have slept in the shower if you could, but alas.
And then, you heard the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door creaking open.
Who was that, now?
Before you could even open your eyes, however, you felt Doflamingo's voice as he casually slipped into the shower with you.
“Make some room for me, too."
You grumbled, not bothering to move over, too comfortable in your spot. But he wasn't one to wait for permission. He shoved you aside with a gentle but firm push, though it still did agitate your wound all the same, while his tall frame crowded into the small space with you.
Really, you spend the whole day together, and yet he still couldn't leave your side even for half an hour, evidently.
The second he stepped under the water, however, a hiss escaped his lips.
"Are you trying to figure out what Hell feels like or something?" he cursed, the hot steam already reddening his skin. He tried to force himself to stay under the burning water, and his face was contorted in agony as he shifted awkwardly, trying to get used to the heat.
You couldn’t help yourself and laughed at his pained expression. It suited him very well, in your opinion. "With you, I'm already halfway there anyway," you joked, your tone laced with mock sweetness, just the way he did. Well, you had indeed learned from the best. "Get out if you can't handle it, you big baby."
Instead of stepping back, however, he grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and squirted some into his hand before beginning to lather it into his hair. He was also pouting dramatically as he did so, of course, as if that was somehow going to change anything.
Well, you sure as hell didn't plan to turn the heat down anytime soon.
"I knew you were a witch," he grumbled, his annoyance clearly visible. "Now help me wash my back so I can get out before I look like a half-boiled lobster like you."
[DONQUİXOTE ROSINANTE]
It was winter, and after spending what felt like hours outside, braving the freezing winds, your body was throbbing from the cold. Oh, you hated the winter so much! The snow had piled up around your boots, some even getting in it and wetting your socks, and you could feel every inch of your skin shivering as you opened the door to your little home. The first thing you wanted, no, needed, was a hot shower, that was for sure.
You slipped inside, kicking off your boots by the door so you wouldn't get everywhere wet. As you entered the living room, though, something hit your nose: the smell of cigarettes.
"Rosi?" you called, your voice was slightly muffled by the thick scarf still wrapped around your neck. It was unusual for him to be this early.
Then, there was a sudden sound of something banging in the kitchen, followed by Rosinante’s familiar voice. "Oh! You're home! I was just about to cook!"
Oh, God...
"Please put out the smoke, then," you said, while making your way towards him. "Last time the soup had ashes in it."
Rosinante chuckled sheepishly at the reminder. "Oh, yeah, sorry!" he said, and threw the cigarette into the sink before washing it away.
You sighed. The heat from inside was a welcome relief, but nothing would feel as good as the warm water you were about to step into.
"If you haven't started yet," you called over your shoulder as you made your way toward the bathroom, "we can shower together first. Then I can help you with the cooking." And give yourself the chance to make sure he didn't actually forget it in the oven and burn the house down.
"That sounds good," Rosinante smiled, and walked after you.
"What were you planning on making?"
"Lasagna."
"Do we have all the ingredients? I'm pretty sure we don’t have any cheese left."
"I already got everything we need from the market," he said, puffing his chest out a little, looking ridiculously proud of himself.
"Great," you said, and smiled at him. Then, you slipped into the bathroom, while Rosinante went ahead to fetch some towels.
The bathroom was warm, and you quickly undressed, placing your hair tie next to the sink. You stepped into the shower and turned the water on to the perfect temperature; almost boiling, just the way you liked it.
The steam instantly surrounded you, and the water stung at first, but then, it felt incredible, and you let out a soft sigh, relaxing under the cascade of warmth.
A few moments later, Rosinante appeared in the doorway, towels in hand, looking like he was trying to move quickly without slipping on the floor and cracking his head open. Again. He set the towels down on the toilet, undressed, and tossed both of your dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Then he joined you in the shower.
The moment he stepped in, however, you heard him hiss in pain, and his body jerked as though the heat had taken him by surprise. You turned to look at him, concerned.
"You okay?" you asked.
Rosinante smiled weakly, but his cheeks were already flushed, and he seemed to be struggling more than he wanted to admit.
"Y-Yeah...!" he stammered, as if you couldn't see how his skin had gotten red under the water, like he was barely able to tolerate it.
You decided to show him some pity.
"Would you like me to turn the heat down a little?"
"No, no!" he said quickly. "It’s fine, keep it as it is!"
You gave him a dubious look. "Are you sure? You look like you're getting tortured."
"I’m really fine...!" he insisted, his voice a little too high. To prove his point, he stepped further into the hot stream of water, the spray hitting his back directly. His back arched slightly under the pressure, however, and you saw the muscles tense in discomfort.
Really, this man...
"I'll just turn it down, wait a minute."
"No, I’m-" he began, but you cut him off.
"Shut it, love. It’s clear you’re suffering."
Rosinante kept insisting that it was fine, but you reached for the knob and turned the water down a few degrees regardless. The cold water came seconds later, cooling the heat. You didn't really enjoy it when the shower was barely warm like this, but you liked it even less to see Rosinante in so much pain.
"Better?"
He huffed, wrapped his hands around your back, and pulled you close. You noticed that despite the cooler water, his ears were still a bit flushed. "...Yeah."
[TRAFALGAR D. WATER]
It was one of those late nights where you just couldn’t sleep, restless and tossing around in your bed. And so, in true you fashion, you decided the best solution was to sneak out for a quick shower.
You tiptoed through the dark hallways of the ship, careful not to wake anyone up, while you tried your best not to hit anything on your way. You saw that Law was asleep on his desk again, surrounded by his damn medical books, that damn workaholic. Well, at least it benefited you this time.
You made it to the bathroom soon after and closed the door behind you with a quiet click. Quickly, you undressed and then stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over your body. A sigh escaped you as the heat melted away the tension in you. Really, this felt like heaven.
For a few minutes, you closed your eyes and let the steam rise and the water gush down your back. Warm water made you always so sleepy, too...
And then....
Knock knock.
You froze. It couldn’t be, no way, he had to be still sleeping! But sure enough, the familiar, impatient voice floated through the door.
"Hey, (Y/N), what are you doing?" Law asked, his tone suspicious.
You cursed under your breath and pressed a hand to your forehead. How did he always know? It was like he had an alarm that tracked your every move, warning him, no matter how stealthy you tried to be.
"Nothing!" you quickly shouted, and tried to drown out the sound of the water with your voice while twisting the knob to lower the water pressure. Maybe that would buy you a few more minutes of peace.
"Don't lie to me," Law huffed. If you closed your eyes, you could already imagine the frown on his face, ready to scold you. At this point, he was going to get wrinkles before even turning fifty. "You're boiling yourself there again, aren't you?"
It’s not that hot this time!" you called back, trying to sound convincing. "And I just got in!"
"You always say that. I hope you're telling the truth for your own sake. Because if you faint there again, I won’t be dragging you out of there!"
"It’s fine, Law, really! And that only happened once anyway!"
"And that's one time too many!"
"Well," you said, voice sweet and teasing, "I love you too!"
"...You are really unbelievable. At least keep the door unlocked!"
