#chas- the knowledge

[naoa-ao3]

[crumbsispoggers]

just watched Scott's pirates SMP episode and then went to a beach so I couldn't draw, anyways kestrels and herons are my fav faction

[itspileofgoodthings]

When Duk-si tells Hye-jin “you’re missing a lot of common knowledge for someone so smart” —absolutely hilarious to me

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

It's so fucking funny how fast you can convince Lae'zel to commit high treason. It's still Act 1 and when confronted with Voss, the Knight Most High, her god-queen's right hand, it's a mere 10 Persuasion check to get her to conveniently omit that we're all infected while agreeing to search for an artifact we already have. She lies to his face and Lae'zel still thinks she's the bestest, most loyalest soldier Vlaakith has ever had while actively deceiving Vlaakith's silver sword himself. She's known us for like a week.

[astralleywright]

also both my first and final thought is that it is SO interesting that orym made a deal with morri instead of the wildmother or the raven queen or any other god like people thought he would

[candleeyed]

new mission: play my dad in a d&d game with him and see how long it takes him to notice

[mazrodak]

Since BG3 has left it's original intended audience of hardcore D&D players, I feel like it's worth noting that this is because 5th edition makes Str a largely worthless stat for most builds. Most even somewhat optimized characters have low Str for that reason. If they don't, they almost certainly have low Int because it's the second most useless stat for most builds. So most world saving adventurers are either weak or stupid. Personally, I find that hilarious.

THEY'RE ALL SO FUCKING WEAK

[subhashdagar123]

[hollywoodbabylondean]

I <3 being my party's scary dog privilege

[tierra-paldeana]

You should offer rizz lessons. Rizzin' With Rika.

☠🌏– ''Nahaha! I'm flattered - but y'know what we say here in Paldea... A Meowscarada never reveals its tricks, haha!''

[seraphimapaxley]

Scenario #2

Where Reader fell first,but Jinwoo fell harder.

Scenario:Reader is reincarnated into Solo leveling and has been with Jinwoo.Having her feelings being kept to herself,but not knowing him to already fall back.

"She Fell First, But He Fell Harder"

Y/n had always been drawn to Jin-Woo.

From the moment they met, something in her heart pulled toward him—not just because of his strength or presence, but because of something deeper. Something she couldn’t explain. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the remnants of the life she once lived.

After all, she wasn’t originally from this world.

Reincarnated into a place of monsters and magic, Y/n carried memories no one else did. She understood things others couldn’t begin to comprehend. And despite the chaos around her, Jin-Woo became the one constant she felt anchored to.

She admired him. The way he never backed down, the quiet weight he carried, the fire in his eyes. She teased him, challenged him, stood by his side even when he never asked her to.

She never said it out loud, but it was obvious.

Y/n fell first.

She was the one who watched him when he wasn’t looking, the one whose breath caught when their hands brushed, the one who silently wished he’d see her as more than just a comrade, more than a friend.

But she knew he wasn’t meant for her.

He was destined for someone else,Cha Hae-In.

The story had already been written. And Y/n, with all her memories and knowledge, knew better than to get in the way of fate.

So she kept her feelings buried deep. Never asked for more. Never wanted to be the reason he strayed from a path that wasn’t hers to walk.

She told herself it was enough. That protecting him, fighting beside him, was enough.

Then somewhere along the way, Jin-Woo fell too.But unlike her, he didn’t just fall.

He plummeted.

At first, he didn’t realize it. Didn’t notice when his eyes would search for her in every room. When her laughter became the sound he wanted to hear most. When her presence started to feel like something he couldn’t go without.

Until one day, she was hurt.

Not just a scratch. Not something she could brush off with a grin. She was bleeding, barely standing, still pushing forward as if her life wasn’t slipping through her fingers.

And something inside Jin-Woo cracked.

That was when he knew.

It wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just friendship.It was something fierce. Something real. Something terrifying in its depth.

He had spent so long keeping his distance. Told himself love wasn’t for someone like him not when the world demanded his strength. Not when someone else was meant to stand beside him.

But now, watching her broken and bleeding, still trying to smile, he understood.

He couldn’t live in a world without her.

And though he didn’t say it out loud, he made a silent vow in that moment.

He would do everything for her.

Whatever fate had written, whatever the world expected he would protect her, choose her, love her in every way he could.

She had fallen first.

But he fell harder.

And this time, he wouldn’t let go.

[3-striiikes]

hi. my friends don’t get to celebrate new years like they should. they get none of what i get— dancing the cha cha slide, laughing with your friends and family, huddling up to watch fireworks and make dumb jokes.

my friends lives are in danger. my friends are kind people, infinitely so. i toast with my family and i think of my friends in gaza. we ring in the new year with laughs and smiles and love and i want nothing more than for my friends to have all of it.

they are not allowed that, even when it is not something that should be a privilege.

hi. i’d like to introduce you to mahmoud, a computer engineering student currently in gaza and trying to raise funds to both survive for the moment and evacuate once he can.

mahmoud is my friend, dearer to me than most people i know. and every day i wake up to the knowledge that he is sick and starving across the world, under threat of death. i go to sleep and i want to wail like a baby because of what every gazan endures right now.

and that is only what i feel. not what the people in gaza feel, when they are subjected to it.

so i beg of you all. please share and donate.

[fyuyushia]

"Someday, I know you'll come to your senses and leave me alone with all of my questions 'cause I don't have the answers I can't give you more. I know that you'll never be mine but I'll always be yours." — Senses

Ugh how does one write down their ideas in a way that makes sense and doesn't look like a mumbo jumbo mess😓😓

Sung Jinwoo getting in a relationship with reincarnated!reader who he slowly sees becoming very self destructive.

He can never figure out what goes on in that head of yours. Though you continue to stay with him, you always donned a paranoid, anxiety stricken expression that's barely concealed by the mockery of a smile you wore. Even if it was convincing to others, for him who's studied your features for ages, he could easily tell when it was genuine and when it wasn't.

It's not that you don't like him anymore—at least he thinks it's not. You acted skitterish whenever he initiated affection, yes, but you always reciprocated after a few seconds, craving it despite thinking it's wrong.

He doesn't understand why you accept his affection with such a guilty look. You bite your lip, eyes averting away from his own as you lean closer to his touch, tightening your hold on him just to make sure he wouldn't let go. You were a walking contradiction, and Jinwoo hopes you weren't this complicated.

He doesn't miss the way you constantly try to self sabotage, intentionally or unintentionally. You acted as if you were waiting on the day he'd wrung all his feelings for you dry, living every day with bated breath. It pained him to think of your actions, acting so distant despite longing for his affection more than anything else. What scared you so? What was it that terrified you so much you could never seem to find the time to simply bask in the moment and love for the sake of it?

What changed for you to act so differently? So scared of something, but counting on it to happen nonetheless. With what faith do you believe that something catastrophic would happen?

You who somehow ended up in the world of solo leveling. You don't know how you ended up here, was it reincarnation or transmigration? Isekai? You had memories of both the life you lived here and another life. It was confusing, seeing as both lives seemed similar to one another, the only difference being the presence of gates in this and the lack thereof in the other.

Fortunately or unfortunately—you vaguely remember reading a manhwa with a world building that fits the bill for the current one you lived in.

Solo leveling: a manhwa you've only recently finished back then. The main character? The man laying in bed next to you. Sung Jinwoo—your pathetic(loving) childhood friend Sung Jinwoo.

Since this revelation, you began to fear for your just recently blossomed relationship. The more Jinwoo played out what you've read in the manhwa, the more you worried about yourself. As far as you can remember, a character like you was never introduced, maybe they did, but only in a passing. Your lack of presence in the manhwa had caused fear to sink in and petrify you to the core.

What if Jinwoo plays out that certain part? Basing off on his current progress, Jinwoo was bound to meet Hae-in and get to know her more intimately from this point on. If that happens, what about you? What will happen to you who presumptuously stuck to his side even after knowing all this? Will you be cast aside? Forced to let go of this love just to follow through the story?

The fact that Jinwoo acted in ways that remained primarily loyal to the manhwa's story made you feel queasy. Will you be forced out of the picture when the time comes?

Thoughts like this gave way to self doubt, and self doubt then gave way to your self destructive habits. You couldn't love Jinwoo so sincerely anymore, couldn't look him in the eye without doubt creasing your features. The knowledge that he was fated to be with Cha Hae-in ate you up alive.

And if you think about it, who could be a more perfect pair for him? Unlike you, Hae-in was a capable hunter. Not only that, she was pretty, athletic, and not without a lovable personality as well. She was better than you, far, far better than you.

You felt yourself die on the inside as you came to terms with this fact. Resigning to your fate, whilst also wishing to be selfish, you reluctantly took whatever scraps of affection Jinwoo gave you. Before he'd move onto another, before he realizes how much you blinded him into thinking he loved you.

Sung Jinwoo notices the way you rarely cling onto him now. Instead, only stealing longing glances in his direction, hands twitching as if longing to touch but pulling away whenever you get too close. Every time, he gets the urge to just grab you by the wrist and forcefully wrap your arms around his neck, but he doesn't, afraid that doing so would only push you who slowly drifted apart from him further away.

He doesn't miss the way your body turns rigid when he mentions Hae-in in a passing. Your shoulders stiffen, and you bite your lip, barely holding back tears from the mention of her alone. That night, he spent hours comforting you, assuring you he would never leave.

Cha Hae-in was a sore topic for you, as noticed by Jinwoo. He thought it was petty jealousy at first, but now he had an inkling it was much deeper than that. You don't hold any sort of animosity towards her, matter of fact, you admired her to the point Jinwoo felt somewhat jealous by your zealous fangirling.

You seemed so sure he'd leave you for her, even encouraging him to spend time with her despite you clearly being uncomfortable with the idea. He's left confused by your antics, you don't want him to leave but you encourage him to get closer with Hae-in when you knew a simple no from you could easily convince him to cut off all relations with her and her associates.

Really, you seemed to have a penchant for contradicting yourself in the worst ways possible.

Sung Jinwoo feels his patience draw thin. Every attempt at a question was answered by a surety he found baffling. Did he seem that disloyal? He shouldn't be angry, he knows that. But seeing you slowly spiral into this complicated mess of a lover brings him closer to the brink of insanity as well.

What exactly would it take for you to see the way his heart burns for you only?

[clos-posts]

Okay so, hear me out:

I've been on a bit of a Merlin fanfic hyperfocuse and came across another "I'm Emrys" where Merlin has to perform magic for Arthur to believe him, in front of the entire round table council, and I had a thought.

So, we all know that Merlin is magic itself, spells that seemed powerful to other sorcerers are not that powerful to Merlin and my hc is that these spells barely make his eyes turn gold, like maybe a flicker so fast the average person will miss it.

So I imagine Merlin saying he's Emrys and Arthur being all 'well then prove it' and Merlin makes a fireball (cliche I know but bear with me). Now Arthur has seen this spell and though he has a merger knowledge of magic, knows that it's quite a powerful spell and that most sorcerers eyes are practically a blinding gold, but Merlins eyes don't change. That and Merlin doesn't even speak and therefore didn't cast a spell.

Arthur, thinking that some other sorcerer helped Merlin with his self-sacrificing, kind-hearted, not wanting anyone to die personality, appear as if Merlin is this 'Emrys' and in a patience but patronizing tone tells Merlin that's is honorable to try and protect this Emrys, but his eyes didn't even change colour and therefore can not be a sorcerer.

Merlin, in a very Merlin way, huffs and proceeds to say something like 'Well duh, that was a very simple spell. Doesn't even require that much magic to perform' and the entire room goes silent.

(meanwhile Guise blood pressure has skyrocketed and is on the verge of either killing Merlin himself or having a heart attack. He hasn't decided yet.)

Arthur, absolutely baffled (and a little turn on at the casual display of apparently immense power), asks: 'What will make your eyes gold then? If you even are a sorcerer?'

Merlin, never one to back down from a challenge and already too deep into this, shrugs and says 'We would need to be outside'

And that's how the whole council ends up on the training grounds opposite Merlin waiting in anticipation as to what he will do.

There's silence so thick that no one dares break until Merlin starts to chant. At first nothing happens and Arthur is relieved (and a little disappointed), but then clouds start to gather, think dark clouds above them, and Merlin starts to get louder. Thunder claps across the sky and there electricity in the air making Arthur's hair stand on end and a shiver works its way down his spine. He looks at Merlin and though it's subtle at first, his eyes are glowing gold.

The tension builds and builds and with one final shout from Merlin, his eyes, a brilliant gold, as lightning falls all around him, clashing to the ground destroying the train field in its wake.

Arthur can do nothing but stare. Breath caught, heart hammer, and a sudden hot arousal catching him off guard. He can do nothing but stare at Merlin, his loyal manservant, standing amidst the lighting with his head thrown back and a look of contentment on his face, as if performing magic of this magnitude is comfortable, relaxing, an everyday occurrence.

When Merlins eyes meet Arthur's, there's a, small, sad smile on his lips, and then quicker then it had started the lightning stops and the clouds disappear, and the only thing that can be heard is the birds beginning to sing again.

Arthur can't think of anything to say and stupidly say 'you destroyed the training grounds'. Merlin at this point blushes, stammers out an apology before waving his hand with a few muttered words and the training field is in perfect condition once again.

Arthur and the entire council are baffled.

Then, before anyone could say anything, Arthur blurts out a command for Merlin to go to Arthur's chambers and he does. Without question. Just a shrug, and walks off. Arthur is wheeling. This powerful sorcerer, who just showed them a feat that no mortal man will ever replicate just listens to his command with nothing but a shrug!

Anyway, once Arthur has calmed the council somewhat he makes his way to his chambers. Once he enters Merlin is speaking so fast it's hard to keep up, something about coins, destiny and then shockingly how Arthur is the only person that can kill him if he uses Excalibur. What. The. Fuck.

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin!! Why would I kill you?!?

Merlin: Well, I mean, umm, I'm a sorcerer? Emery's? The strongest warlock to ever walk the Earth?

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin. However! If you do not take me to bed and absolutely ravish me in the next 10 minutes, I may have to resort to drastic measures!

Merlin, absolutely gobsmacked, face red: Wh- what measures..?

Arthur, absolutely confident, turned on beyond belief, practically gagging for it: I'll start begging.

And before he knows it Merlin pounces, and the rest is history.

That was not meant to be as long as it was... 😂

BUT!! If someone who writes fics could take this and write a fully fleshed version on this and then tag me in it I would be forever grateful. ADHD and dyslexia does not make a good writer for me unfortunately 🥲🥲🥲

OH! One last thing! I have a hc that cold iron had a natural negative field which repels energy which is why those that have learned magic have it cut off when chained in cold iron. They can't draw upon their magic from the energy around them. However, with Merlin being magic it's a little different for him.

So, I had this image of a knight, without prompting thinking he's doing what the king would want, walks up to Merlin at some point during his light show and slaps cold iron shackles on him. But, instead of the magic stopping, Merlins eyes grow brighter and bright, and the shackles start to shake and groan, because whilst cold iron does repel energy, it's a little hard to do that from both sides and can't take the pressure. At some point the shackles start to glow as the negative properties of the iron are being overwhelmed and forced into itself. Merlin looks down, looks back at the now terrified knight and says: You should probably duck. And no soon has the knight hit the ground the shackles explode, for lack of a better word. No harm done to Merlin tho.

[sttoru]

can we get a pervert toji? as nasty as possible :3

“ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! ”

ෆ note. yehahshsbe yeeass please i love perv!toji.. :3 actually any perv!character s my weakness hehdhen i went a little wild writing this oopsie this is so detailed ohmyogddd anyways….. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. perv!toji x female reader. somnophilia, age gap (reader early 20s, toji mid 30s), panties stealer, m! masturbation, daddy kink, implied threesome, cunnilingus, breeding (talks of pregnancy), manhandling, overstimulation, size difference, cum play, boob job, name calling (slut), cervic fucking, mating press, calls you ‘baby, little girl, doll’, uhh anyway toji’s just a big pervert who gets turned on by anything. includes compilation of seperate, small drabbles.

toji, whom you wouldn’t have guessed was a pervert of any kind at the start of your relationship. your first intimate experience with him went as expected; it was soft and slow vanilla sex. you were just getting to know each other’s preferences in bed, so for the first few times there were almost to no signs of toji’s sexual perversity. all you remember was him being the dominant one. nothing more.

but oh, there was so much more to that. it was just hidden from your view in the early stages of your relationship. you didn’t have any knowledge of what toji was doing behind your back or what his actual thoughts were during the times you’ve been intimate.

toji, whom you didn’t know wanted to get straight into business from the very beginning of your sex life; to have your wrists pinned above your head, his hips slamming into your small cunt and molding it to remember the shape of his big cock. toji needed to see your helpless body moaning, screaming, crying and drooling from underneath him. but he couldn’t achieve that just yet; he needed to take it easy on you at first—to build up the trust between you two in bed. especially because you weren’t as experienced as he was.

toji, whom could only count on his imagination to fulfil his secret desires. he does this whenever you’re staying over and are asleep in his bed next to him. the entire apartment would be dead quiet except for toji’s muffled grunts and the faint wet sounds of him jerking off underneath the blanket.

you’d be in deep slumber with your back facing him and he’ll pleasure himself at simply the sight of your body. the older man loved just how vulnerable and innocent you seemed in your sleep—leaving your figure open and accessible to his view.

the strokes on his cock would get faster each time his eyes land on the shape of your ass. toji always imagines how it’d look when he’s giving you backshots, how the fat would jiggle with each thrust or smack of his hand. he wants to see your plump ass bounce back on him and maybe even have it covered in his cum.

toji, who sometimes stops palming himself just to turn your body around to face him. that way he can have a great view of your tits and fantasise of putting his cock between them, having the pair swallow his entire length once he squeezes them together. he’s never talked to you about it, but he will one day when you’re ready to explore more kinks and stuff in the bedroom.

toji, who keeps a pair of your panties in a secret drawer. those are his special panties, aka, the ones he uses to jerk off when you’re away. he’s done the filthiest of stuff with them; he has sniffed the insides-as if the scent of your sweet cunt lingered on the fabric- he has wrapped the cloth around his thick cock and even came multiple times all over it. he always imagines it being your pussy that he spills his load in; not his fist nor the panties.

toji, whose switch gets flipped the moment you (accidentally) call him ‘daddy’ in bed. it slipped from your mouth in the heat of the moment and the older man had to stop all movements to stare down at you— the scarred corner of his lip twitching and eventually forming a full on smirk.

not only that: it was like his entire demeanour changed. toji got more arrogant, cocky, confident and especially more dominant ever since then. that slip up of yours was the reason toji decided to let go of any restraints and just fuck you like he was always meant to do: nasty, dirty and roughly.

“yeah? mhh, fuck— say that again f’me, little girl— c’mon. if ya won’t, i’ll pull out and leave y’r cunt empty, so you better hurry up.”

toji, whose libido only increases with age rather than the opposite. you’d think dating an older guy in his mid 30s would mean that he’s going to be less sexually active. well, toji was your living proof that that wasn’t the case.. at all. he gets his dick hard just by seeing a tiny bit of your cleavage, never says ‘no’ to fucking you no matter where or when and has so much stamina that he can go on until you’re passed out. sometimes you’re fucked so full of his cum to the point that it’s impossible to push it all back into you— the white liquid just keeps leaking out of your poor pussy no matter what.

it makes toji super proud whenever you’re passed out on the bed, body still twitching and quivering in your sleep whilst he finishes himself within a few more pumps. he’s proud that he still has it in him and can last way longer compared to you, who’s still young and full of energy.

“aww, poor little baby— fucked ya right to sleep, hm? c’mere.”

toji, whose secret drawer slowly piles up with raunchy pictures of you in all kinds of comprising positions. most of them are images taken from his point of view which he captures between videos. some of them are of your ass with his dick visible between your folds, others are pictures of your fucked out self— the state which toji thinks you look the most beautiful in.

his cum dripping from your cunt, your hair a mess, sweaty skin glistening under the dim light of the room, cheeks stained with your own tears; that afterglow was something toji liked to admire. that’s why keeps those memories in his drawer (but also to masturbate to them when you’re not around, of course).

toji, who’s on cloud nine whenever he gets the chance to drown your fertile womb in multiple loads of his hot cum. he was already over the moon once you told him he could hit it raw— but then you were begging him to cum in you? that man was not going to stop at just one round. that was set in stone.

the mating press is his favourite position since it allowed him to penetrate you deep— pink tip almost painfully hitting your cervix over and over again. toji also likes it because he can get to see your pretty face whenever he shoots ropes of his potent seed inside of your womb.

toji, who’d never admit it out loud, but desperately needs to see you grow a little belly full of a new life. one which you carry with you everywhere— even whilst attending your college lectures. he can’t get the image out of his head; you wearing those skintight shirts or materinity clothes that show off your swollen stomach. he’s gonna be so proud walking next to you on the streets, knowing you’re his baby mama.

“mmh, shit— gnna fuck a baby into you, yeah? haah,, wanna see you carry my child ‘round and have you be my baby mama. hmm, you’d like that? i knew you’d do, slut— i bet everyone at y’r college is gonna know who knocked you up.”

toji, who has dirty fantasies of sharing you with his agent. he’s never thought about it before, but there was one single moment that changed his mind.

shiu visited his place once to discuss a business deal and you coincidentally were over at toji’s as well. you were kind enough to serve the two men a meal while they were discussing something which you didn’t understand. you sat down and joined them anyway (much to shiu’s dismay since it was confidential information he was sharing, but toji insisted you’d stay or he won’t take on the job. he could be petty every now and then.)

toji’s mind began wandering to some dirty thoughts as he looked at you, peacefully sitting between the two men, your fingers playing with toji’s out of boredom. your lover was instantly intrigued by the idea of having you sandwiched between shiu and him—your holes stuffed with two cocks at the same time. or just you sucking toji off while shiu was pounding your tight pussy. that alone made toji’s dick twitch in his pants.

once shiu was gone, toji wasted no time and pinned you against the wall near the front door— kicking his sweatpants and underwear away whilst his calloused fingers pulled your panties to the side;

“c’mere, lemme put that cunt to use— did y’know how close i was to jus’ fuckin’ you right in front of him? to let him see how good of a girl you can be f’me? mhmm, might even call him back so he join us.”

toji, who eats pussy like an absolute madman. he’s obsessed with eating you out and making it messy—his spit and your body fluids are always all over his lips, chin and cheeks when he’s done with you. one moment you’re chilling on the couch in your shorts and in the next you’re arching your back as toji’s head was nestled between your thighs.

he’d moan and grunt against you, his voice creating vibrations against your cunt which only adds to the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving you. toji’s nose would rub against your wet folds, his big hands holding your thighs apart while his tongue was lapping up all that it could. he definitely sniffs your pussy as well from time to time;

“mmm— aw, gonna cum already? do it, wanna taste you so bad, wanna see you cum all over my tongue. c’mon, you can do it—mhmmm, yes you can. do it for me, doll. cum for daddy. give it to him.”

[hannahbarberra162]

Uncomfortably Numb (Yan! Law x Reader) Two shot (1/3)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

The other parts

This was supposed to be a drabble. A DRABBLE! I got a lot of Yan Law asks, so I hope this feeds you Law girlies. I'm planning on finishing this week, not going to be a long time in between updates.

TW: teeth and dentistry but no procedures described in detail.

Thank you to @gouraminnow, @tryingandfailingtowrite, and @sordidmusings for all your help and ideas <3

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You're the Grand Line's best dentist with a specialty in humans with fishman genetics. You work with the use of your Numb Numb fruit, which makes it easy for you to anesthetize patients and help them feel less pain. Dr. Trafalgar seeks you out to help with one of his crew mates but might want to keep you for himself...

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Getting on the Polar Tang had been easy - but getting off was proving to be impossible. After listening at the door for a few minutes to make sure the entire crew had disembarked, you used your right hand to twist the handle to Law’s cabin while using your chin to push in the mechanism that unlocked the door. Once it had been easy to open the door and exit the room but since Law had taken your left hand you hadn’t been able to come and go since his door handle required two hands to operate. You'd been practicing for weeks to open it with your teeth and chin and your persistence finally paid off with the soft click of the lock opening. The metal doorknob now bore your tooth marks in it but dulling your teeth was a price you were willing to pay for freedom.

You felt like your heart was beating in your throat - but that wasn’t possible since it was kept in Law’s office, along with your left hand. Regardless, you peered out the door as quietly as you could, looking down the long hallway towards the main hub of the Polar Tang. You'd been planning your escape for weeks and had everything timed down to the second - you had approximately 3 minutes and 14 seconds to get off the Tang before Law noticed your absence and room’d you back into his chambers. You didn't have time for meandering thoughts as you crept down the hallway towards your freedom.

It wasn’t always like this with Law. When you first met him, he was reserved, calm and charming in his own introverted manner. He’d actually sought you out, coming to the island you’d been working at for a few months. You were a dentist by trade and you specialized in treating fishmen and humans with fishman lineage. Law had come to your makeshift dentistry office with his crew mate Shachi, who was having significant dental issues. Shachi was nearly doubled over in pain when Law and Penguin had brought him to your clinic. 

“Do you have space in your schedule for another patient, Dentist-ya?” Law intoned in his deep voice. You knew who Law was, of course, he was one of the most famous pirates on the seas. You'd also heard about his excellence in his medical endeavors and were curious about his knowledge coupled with the use of his abilities. “My brother Shachi is experiencing immense tooth pain and I am seeking your expertise,” Law continued, flicking his eyes around the rented room.

“Yes, I happen to have time right now,” you said, looking over the poor man as he cradled his jaw. You’d just finished a three year old’s first dental visit and were looking over the chart you’d made. Setting down the papers on a desk, you beckoned to the men.  “Come along to the back, Mr. Shachi, let’s take a look at cha,” you said with practiced nonchalance. Inside you were already mentally preparing for a lot of work - based on looks, Shachi was an apex predator fishman / human and that always made for trouble tooth-wise.

Fishmen had standard enough dental needs for cleanings and the like. Sometimes you had to pry out teeth that wouldn’t fall out, or help with general hygiene but overall it was fairly simple. On the other hand, humans with fishman lineage often ran into dental troubles as the genetics weren’t always stable. Sometimes they’d have teeth that were too crowded for a human jaw, or teeth that were so sharp they hurt the owner, or never developed certain teeth at all. It was a real grab bag of genetic material and you were sympathetic to those who drew the short end of the proverbial straw. You led the three men to the back room with the dentist chair as the one with a penguin on his hat helped Shachi recline. You’d rented the office for a few months in exchange for numbing the owner’s bad knees at night, a pretty good deal for you. You rolled towards the patient on a small stool, holding a pair of rubber gloves in your hands but not putting them on.

“I’m guessing you’re in a lot of pain, then?” you asked sympathetically. The red haired man nodded, his hand still cradling his face. 

“Let’s get you numb first then I can take a look. How does that sound?” you asked, reaching for his face.

“You’re not going to anesthetize him without gloves, I presume. And you have no syringe,” an unamused Law stated from where he was leaning against a window. You smiled easily, Law wasn’t the first doctor to question your methods.

“Yes, actually I am going to use my hands. I ate the numb numb fruit so if I touch his face I’ll be able to numb the pain,” you explained. “It won’t work if I put on the gloves but I assure you I adhere to the highest standards of medical sterility.” Law looked you over curiously before stalking over to you.

“Numb my wrist first,” he ordered, sticking out his hand towards your surprised face. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t make any other movements.

“Why? Does it hurt?” you asked, looking over the tattooed hand before your eyes. 

“No. I want to ensure that this works before any of my crew are subjected to treatment,” he said. It wasn’t the most unreasonable request you’d ever gotten, and it was nice to see a Captain who was protective over his crew. The word DEATH was spelled out before your eyes but it was at odds with the care he was showing for his crew mate.

“Sure. Come here,” you requested. Law moved to stand over you, his golden eyes hawk-like as you gripped his wrist loosely in your right hand and used the fingers of your left hand to make a movement like you were injecting a syringe into his wrist. After using your fruit, you held his wrist in your hand as you waited for his reaction. Law poked and prodded at himself, even bashing it against the wall, which made you jump.

“Completely numb. How many layers into the fascia does the anesthesia go? And how long will it remain this way?” he asked as he picked up his arm from your hold and rolled his hand, poking along his skin.

“It’s local, but I could slice your hand off and you wouldn’t feel a thing. It will stay that way until I reverse it. If you’re satisfied, I’d really like to help your brother,” you said, holding out your right hand. Law hummed and put his hand in your own as you repeated the same injection movement with your right hand to reverse the sensation. 

“Very useful. Are you able to produce regional and general as well?” he asked, touching his tattooed skin once more. 

“I am, but I’d really like to focus on your brother right now,” you replied, turning your stool to begin working on the redhead in front of you. “I’m going to numb your mouth now. It will feel strange but the pain should be gone immediately. Are you ready?” you asked, bringing your left hand close to Shachi’s face. He nodded, his eyebrows knotted in pain as he kept himself still. You cradled his jaw in your left hand and used the power of your fruit on him, his jaw and mouth relaxing as you alleviated his pain. You let you and he let out a great sigh of relief, his head rolling back on his shoulders.

“Aahs gheat,” he said, finally relaxed in the chair. You gave him a bright smile and snapped on your rubber gloves. Grabbing a few tools, you had him open his mouth and began to examine the pirate using your mirror and explorer to poke around the patient’s mouth.

“Hm, what percent Orca fishman are you roughly?” you asked, lowering your mask from over your face. The orange haired man was wearing reflective sunglasses but his head moved to look at Law before he answered. 

“Ah naht -” Shachi started to protest. You put your hand on top of his own.

“It’s ok, I’m part fishman too. You can’t really tell by looking at me, but I had significant dental issues from my fishman teeth and webbed feet to boot. I’m going to treat you, humans with fishman heritage are my specialty. The more information I have, the better I can assess your needs. Orcas have unique dental features that aren’t like other apex fishman species,” you explained, keeping your hand on his. His head turned back towards you before his body sagged.

“Aah dun kno,” he replied, something sad in his tone. It wasn’t uncommon for humans with fishman blood to be unsure of their heritage since human/ fishman relationships were so taboo in society. You sympathized with him, since you were raised by your now deceased father and alone in the world. You were perhaps the sole fishman who chose to eat a devil fruit but the benefits outweighed the cons, since you didn’t have gills or anything to show for your fishman side besides a messed up mouth that you’d already fixed and feet that didn't help you swim.

In addition to your knowledge of fishman anatomy, you had eaten the numb-numb fruit which made you able to anesthetize any part of someone’s body at any intensity for any duration. It was a highly convenient fruit for a dentist and it ensured your patients never felt anything during your work. If you were touching the patient, you could put them completely under sedation, which was useful for small children or nervous patients. You had a great reputation as the Grand Line’s top dentist and you were proud of the life you’d made for yourself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll figure things out and get you sorted,” you replied lightly, patting his hand. You raised your mask over your face again and began working poking around in his open mouth. Orcas weren’t like sharks or other fish that lost their teeth frequently - they had one set of adult teeth, similar to humans. Their conical teeth were made for grabbing and holding slippery prey and tear apart flesh - not chew like humans did. Inspecting Shachi’s mouth showed overcrowding common to humans with fishman genes, worn down teeth, and a cracked tooth. Setting down your tools, you pulled down your mask.

“You don’t have to take off your mask to speak, Dentist-ya,” Law said, still in the room.

“I don’t have to, but I like to,” you replied primly, your mask around your chin. “I like seeing people’s full faces when I speak with them, so I assume the same is true in reverse. It’s good bedside manner.” Giving him a curt nod, you turned to address Shachi. “You have a cracked tooth which is likely why you’re in so much pain. I could extract it but given your orca background I’d rather repair it. Were you chewing on metal?” you asked, trying to be as non judgemental as possible. Shachi flushed, confirming your suspicions.

“It’s not great for anyone to chew on metal, but especially for you with your teeth. You do it when you’re stressed, right?” you asked lightly with a tilt of your head. Shachi gave a guilty nod, looking away from both you and his captain. Shachi wasn’t your first orca fishman, chewing on hard materials was a common stress relief amongst the patients you’d seen. 

“It’s alright, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last. I’ve seen it a lot in orca fishmen. Are you in a small space for an extended period of time? Maybe like an office or below deck or something?” you asked.

“Haa Pohaa Ta -” Shachi tried to speak but was cut off by his Captain, whose mouth was not incapacitated.

“The Polar Tang is a submersible vessel, we are under water for extended periods of time,” Law explained. 

“That would do it. You feel the intense urge for freedom, right? To have an expanse available to you for swimming? Tooth grinding and chewing on metal or concrete is seen in orca fishmen and generally in fishmen in captivity. To fix your current issue, you’ll need a root canal, which takes at least an hour. I do happen to have some time available today if you’d like,” you explained. You were about done with your work on the island, all the villagers had gotten their teeth worked on already so your schedule had cleared up. In a few days you’d pack up and set sail for another island, generally steering closer to Fishman Island to compile more data for your research. 

“He’ll take the appointment as soon as possible, Dentist-ya,” Law said with finality. “It’s been bothering him for months, it needs to be fixed.” You nodded and stood up from the little stool. 

“That’s rough, sorry to hear that Shachi. Give me a few moments to get everything set up and we’ll get started,” you said, patting him on the shoulder. Law followed you as you went to an adjoining room where the autoclave was to get your tools. A shiver went down your spine as you realized you were effectively alone with one of the most dangerous men on the Grand Lane. He hadn’t done anything remotely unprofessional but he didn’t carry his giant sword for fun, either. Your hands shook slightly as you gathered everything you’d need for the surgery, including the tools you’d made yourself for fishman dentistry.

“Is everything alright, Dr. Trafalgar?” you asked, using his name for the first time.

“Quite. You’re proficient, Dentist-ya. Are you truly part fishman?” he asked, still watching you. You swallowed thickly, disliking that he was watching you prepare.

“I am. Not much, maybe a grandparent was a partial fishman. But that’s why I became a dentist - I had dental issues from my fishman teeth and no one would help me. I had to do my own dental surgery to fix my mouth,” you replied with a shrug. Law didn’t reply.

“I’ll assist on Shachi’s surgery if you’d like,” Law informed you as you placed everything on a tray.

“That’s not necessary, Dr. Trafalgar. I’ve done this procedure many times -” you huffed, annoyed he thought you weren’t able to perform the procedure on your own.

“I’m not doubting your expertise, I am offering my help because it is easier with two people. I seldom operate without Bepo, it makes operations smoother and more efficient,” Law explained calmly. Your eyes went wide when you thought about Bepo, the cutest pirate on the Grand Line, who you daydreamed about hugging.

“Does that mean Bepo is here?” you tried to ask casually, lifting your shoulder like you didn’t care either way. Law gave a light laugh, the first time he’d broken from his serious attitude.

“Bepo is on the island, yes,” Law said with a small smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I’m the Captain yet he’s the one everyone always wants to meet,” Law continued, taking the tray from your hands. “I’m familiar with most of these tools, but not all.”

“I invented some of them for fishman specific dental needs,” you explained, picking up a special kind of forceps you’d created for conical teeth like Shachi’s. “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you perform the surgery? Based on your reputation you’re the most knowledgeable surgeon alive,” you asked, genuinely curious. 

“I suppose I could have but I don’t feel as confident in oral surgery, especially in someone with fishman genetics. Also, frankly, mouths are gross,” Law said, making you laugh.

“Aren’t you the pirate who keeps hearts in cubes or something like that? And mouths are gross?” you asked, laughing again. Law smiled as the two of you returned to the room where Shachi was watching the interaction with interest. “That’s alright, I’m not offended. If you’d really like to assist, I won’t stop you. Gloves and masks are over there, we’re going to get started as soon as possible,” you said, adjusting the dental light over Shachi. 

About an hour later the surgery was completed and Shachi was now the proud owner of a fixed orca tooth. Law had been an excellent assistant, anticipating your needs and preparing tools before you asked for them. Unlike other physicians you’d met, he wasn’t cocky or condescending, he treated you like a medical professional in your own right. You’d talked through what you were doing, both for Shachi’s edification as well as Law’s own. He seemed to enjoy when you spoke about the process, or the specific difficulties related to fishman human genetic combinations. He told you a little bit about the crew and the ship, though not much related to him personally. 

Law was surprisingly pleasant company and the two of you engaged in light banter throughout the procedure, mostly about the pirates and their travels. You had always wanted to go in a submarine and see the deep underwater world. You weren’t fishman enough to have gills or to webbed hands, but there was something in you that pulled you to the water and made you want to spend your time in it. You supposed that was why you became a wandering dentist, so you could spend some time on the sea while also fulfilling your passion even if you could never swim again.

“That’s it, Shachi! You’re all set,” you said, unclipping the paper towel from in front of his boiler suit. “You might be a little sensitive to cold or hot for a few weeks but I’ll give you a light numbing that should last a day or two so you’re not in pain. Don’t eat hard food and don’t chew on metal ,” you said, looking him in the eye. You used your right hand to remove most of the anesthesia, leaving a lingering local anesthetic that would help him avoid the pain of the dental surgery.

“Thank you, Dentist-ya,” Law said, helping his brother off the dental chair.

“Yeah, really. Thank you so much, I haven’t felt this good in months,” Shachi said with a short bow. “Captain will pay,” he said after looking at Law with a wide, sharp grin. He quickly left while whistling a tune and poking at his teeth with his fingers. Law huffed and rolled his eyes but reached for a wallet in his pocket. You felt a little awkward cleaning up after the surgery with Law present but it had been a rather fun time, for a dental surgery. 

“I’d like to offer you something else in addition to the money,” Law said, handing you a small stack of beri. 

“Oh? Maybe a trip on the Polar Tang?” you joked, putting the bills into your pocket.

“That you can have at your leisure. No, I was wondering if you’d go out to dinner with me,” Law asked, adjusting the brim of his white hat. You were a little surprised but frankly flattered. It was no secret that Law was one of the most dangerous men on the seas - as well as one of the most handsome. You’d slept with a few pirates in your time on the seas and didn’t see the harm in adding another notch to your bedpost.

“Sure, but can I get changed out of my scrubs?” you asked with a laugh, throwing away the paper towels and your gloves as well.

~

A few hours later and you were sitting opposite Law in a nice restaurant, sipping on a glass of wine. Law was surprisingly good conversation, even if he still wasn’t sharing many personal details about himself. It didn’t offend you, you weren’t pouring your life story out to him either. This was going to be a date (and maybe more) before you parted ways, maybe to never see each other again. You took another sip as you listened to his stories about the Heart Pirates and their adventures on the seas, laughing as he told you about Shachi and Penguin tricking him into rooming himself into the women’s quarters. You’d told him about your research and your devil fruit ability and enjoyed a pleasant back and forth about your various medical interests. 

“Your crew sounds lovely. It really is quite an interesting idea to have a submarine instead of a regular ship. I’ve always wanted to go on one but the rates are so high,” you said with a wistful sigh. 

“My offer earlier wasn’t facetious, you’re welcome aboard the Tang,” Law offered with a cocky smile. He was heart stopping even when he scowled, all tattoos, brooding mystery and golden jewelry. But when he smiled? You were cooked, you wanted to lean over the small table and kiss him right there.

“I don’t know, I’m leaving in a few days anyway. I have to start packing and securing a charter to another island,” you said, rubbing your forehead. Moving islands was annoying and expensive but it was time to move along the Grand Line.

“We’re leaving after we restock. Why don’t you come aboard with us, just until the next island? I’d love to pick your brain further about anesthesia and dentistry, and we do happen to have other hybrid fishmen on the ship. I can promise you safe voyage,” Law said, sipping his own whiskey. You were considering the offer but something in your gut wasn't quite settled. Still, you would at least be safe on the seas from other pirates given the strength of Law and his crew. 

“I’m not sure, I’ve never sailed with pirates before,” you said, turning your wine glass by the stem. Sailing anywhere was a gamble but when you sailed with merchants you had reason to think they’d want you to get to your destination in one piece since you paid when you arrived at your location.

“Bepo is the first mate and navigator,” Law specified with a grin. “His ears are even fluffier than they look in pictures,” he continued with a nonchalant shrug.

“It’s not fair to use Bepo as a bargaining chip!” you whined with a smile on your face.

“Pirates don’t play fair,” Law rebutted, taking another sip and giving you a smirk. 

“I’ll think about it,” you said, finishing your glass of wine while thinking about Bepo’s ears. 

~

You had a pleasant date with Law that ended with a small kiss at the end of the night. You wanted more but weren’t going to pursue someone who wasn’t that into you. Law seemed to enjoy your conversation and company but wasn’t physically affectionate. You weren’t going to beg for physical affection and it might be better besides since you were thinking of going with them. After a day or so of back and forth conversation with Law, you decided to travel with the Heart Pirates on the Polar Tang.  Law had introduced you to the rest of the crew and you were pleased to see a few more human / fishman hybrids alongside Shachi. On the morning of departure, Jean-Barte was bringing your belongings onto the ship while Law gave you a tour of the facilities. You could see why he made a good captain and why his crew was so loyal - he was steadfast, smart, clever, and had a natural penchant for leadership. 

“Here is the operating theater, you can keep your medical supplies here as well if you wish,” Law said, pointing out a medically equipped room. “We didn’t have to buy as many anesthetics as we usually do now that you’re on board, it’s quite convenient,” Law said with a hum.

“Well, I’m only on the Tang for a short time so you’ll eventually need them again, but I’m happy to provide that service for now,” you hedged. Law smiled at you despite the intense stare he was giving you. 

“Of course, Dentist-ya. Come along, I’ll show you the rest of the Tang,” he said easily. 

A few hours later and you were glued to the sub’s windows as it descended deeper and deeper into the ocean. You’d never seen aquatic life so up close and you were practically vibrating with excitement as you watched fish swim past the windows. You jumped as a hand came to rest on your shoulder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Law said, standing behind you, his hand still on your shoulder. His body was right behind yours, you could feel his body heat radiating from his bare chest. Law had a faint scent of lavender and mint that was tantalizing your nose as he stood behind you. There was no doubt that Law was a handsome man and your body wanted his desperately. Still, you had pride and you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move. If Law wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.

“It really is. Thank you for allowing me on your ship, Dr. Trafalgar. Or, should I call you Captain now?” you teased, turning around to face him. You were so near that either one of you could close the distance and kiss the other but you made no such movements. 

“Law is fine,” he replied, raising his arm to rest on the window over your head, leaning down over you. 

“Law it is, then,” you said, raising an eyebrow as if to dare him to make the first move. You should have known that someone with enough mettle to become a Warlord of the Sea would take what he wanted, you thought as Law’s lips captured your own. His muscled arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his bare chest as he pressed kiss after fevered kiss into your lips. Your hand came up to rest on his pec while the other grabbed at his bicep as he deepened the kiss, his hand wrapping itself in your hair to angle your head to his desire. Law’s tongue brushed against your own as you moaned, reaching a hand into his wavy black hair to pull him closer. You hadn’t been with anyone in a while, maybe since three or four islands back, so even Law’s slightest touch had you excited.

Law pressed you further against the window of the submarine as the light of the sun dimmed while the ship submerged lower into the ocean but you didn’t notice in the slightest. When Law gave you his attention, it was all consuming, you could think of nothing but him. All too soon for your liking, he broke apart from you and rubbed the pad of his thumb against your lower lip. 

“Welcome aboard, Dentist-ya,” he said with a smirk, walking away from you. What the hell was that?

~

Your first trip aboard the Polar Tang was filled with merrymaking, work, and adventure. You were put with Ikakku and Clione in the women’s quarters, the other two pirates pleasant company to chat with before you fell asleep at night. The sub continued to sail underwater and you spent the time you weren’t working watching the sea in front of you. Something intangible within you made you want to reach out and swim in the deep, even if your devil fruit made that not possible.

At dinner on the first night you quickly introduced yourself to Bepo, who wrapped you in a large hug as you mentally ticked a box off your bucket list. He was softer and fluffier than you could have imagined as you rubbed your face into his exposed chest. You would have been embarrassed but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

“I’m so happy to meet you, Bepo! I always see your posters and - well, you’re my favorite pirate!” you said, smiling brightly up at him. The rest of the crew picked up their heads and grumbled, but no one seemed surprised. Bepo returned your smile with a toothy one of his own, his gleaming white teeth making your fingers itch with the desire to check them out. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you too! Captain has been searching for you for years -”

“Bepo,” Law said with a small warning in his tone as he sipped a cup of black coffee and read a newspaper. Bepo was undeterred and continued to babble at you.

“Because he says you’re the best and he only wants his crew to work with the best. It’s a relief to finally have you on board so we can stop collecting intel on you -”

“Bepo,” Law called out again.

“Now that you’ve joined -”

“Bepo.” Law’s voice had lost the chiding tone it had before and was now a Captain’s order. Bepo pouted, his eyes going wide.

“Sorry, Captain. I was just gonna say that she joined us for this trip,” Bepo said with a frown, his lower lip wobbling. Law sighed but returned to reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee. Bepo gave you another small smile as an apology.

“Bepo, if you’d ever like me to look at your teeth, I’d be happy to. I’d have to do some research on polar bear mink teeth but it would be a privilege to work on you. I’ve never had the opportunity to work on a mink before,” you said, putting your hand in his to try and sneakily feel his paw pads. 

“I’d love that! I don’t think I’ve ever been to a real dentist before, Captain has looked every so often but he thinks -”

“Mouths are gross,” you finished with a small laugh. One by one the rest of the crew introduced themselves and you saw the deep, loving dynamic between them. Shachi introduced you to his brother, Penguin, who was clearly also part fishman. You met Hakugan and Ikkaku, the other two women on board, as well as Jean Barte, Uni and Clione. Everyone was friendly and asked you question after question about your life and your work until the meal concluded.

“Penguin, thank you for dinner, I can’t eat another bite,” you said, pushing back the now empty bowl of stew. He smiled with a closed mouth, his eyes obscured by the cap with a penguin on top. Penguin was one of the quieter of the bunch, not getting as rowdy as Shachi or as up in arms as Ikkaku when they were playfully arguing.

“I was hoping that you’d take a look at my teeth in exchange for my North Blue stew. Or pay you with beri, I’ve saved a lot,” he asked in a quiet voice. “Not right now of course, when you’re rested and have time,” he hedged. You noticed he had a practiced way of keeping his teeth obscured when he spoke, nothing you hadn’t seen before in people with fishman genes.

“I’m not all that tired, being underwater is kind of messing with my internal clock anyway. And your Captain isn’t charging me fare to the next island so I won’t charge for dental services,” you said easily, standing with your plate in your hand to take it back to the kitchens. Law really was saving you a ton of money, checking out the teeth of the crew was easy for you to do in exchange.

“Oh, leave that here. Captain will shambles everything when we’re all done,” Penguin said, rising up himself. Intrigued, you put the bowl back down and looked around the room for Law. You’d seen Law use his medical knowledge but hadn’t seen him using his devil fruit power at all yet. You were curious about how it worked and wanted to see it first hand but didn’t feel comfortable walking up and asking him to use it. You didn’t mind when people did the same to you but yours wasn’t as dramatic and interesting as Law’s was. 

You followed Penguin to the operating theater, noting how the chef was adjusting his hat over and over and biting his lips. There wasn’t a dental specific chair in the theater but there was a patient table that could be brought to an upright position. The theater wasn’t anything unique - it had racks of supplies for procedures, reference books, shelves of medications, and other supplies for the minor bumps and aches of the day. Penguin perched on the edge of the chair, adjusting his hat yet again. You saw a box of latex gloves on the table and slipped a pair on. Law’s hands were larger than your own - the gloves were a little saggy on your hands but nothing you couldn’t work with. Making a mental note to ask Law for some gloves in your size, you sat on the stool and scooted closer to Penguin. 

“Would you mind closing the door?” Penguin asked, stiff as he sat back against the chair. You walked to close the door before returning to your patient. He opened his mouth only an inch but you saw enough to know what you were dealing with. Penguin was gripping the handrails tightly with his fingernails ripping into the cushioned pads.

“You don’t need to be nervous, I’ve treated sheepshead fishmen before,” you said with ease, reaching for your explorer. Penguin sagged in the chair like a deflated balloon.

“How’d you know?” he asked, opening his mouth for you just a little further.

“The evenly spaced rows of human like teeth. They’re great for fishmen but there’s not enough room in a human mouth for all of them. I can remove the second row and you should be set but as a warning, some of them may grow back in a few months. They can continually be removed and it should allow you to have more room in your mouth,” you explained while poking and prodding at his teeth. Penguin had rows of human teeth like a normal mouth but  behind it there was another full row of teeth going all the way back towards his molars. It would be like having two sets of teeth in the same mouth set side by side. You didn’t know how he’d dealt with the immense overcrowding for so long.

“You’ve done a fantastic job maintaining your teeth, by the way. Excellent flossing, I can tell,” you said, maintaining a one sided conversation. Penguin couldn’t answer but you didn’t think he would anyway, he probably had a lifetime of shyness to overcome. “You have a lot of scarring, did you already have dental surgery? I’m not sure it was effective, but it looks like it was extensive and painful. By the way, it was a good call to choose Penguin as a nickname over sheepshead. Sheepsheads can be black and white too, right?” you said, poking around the man’s mouth. He grunted to show his agreement.

“Okay, we have a game plan. The procedure will take several hours worth of time, just so you’re aware. I think we should do it tomorrow, that way I’m fresh and so are you. Does that work?” you asked, taking off your gloves. You’d need several hours to take out all of Penguin’s extra teeth and ensure the open sockets didn’t get infected. It was more work than you anticipated, but you didn’t mind helping out a fellow fishman. Penguin nodded his agreement.

“I’ll have time after breakfast and I can ask Jean-Barte to make lunch. Will that be enough -” Penguin didn’t get to finish his sentence before Law appeared in the room, stalking towards you with a scowl.  You took a step back, your legs hitting the stool behind you as Penguin sat upright in the seat. The stool spun and hit the clinic chair as you inhaled sharply.

“What do you think you’re doing to my brother, Dentist-ya?” Law hissed, his palm already raised with fingers lifted. You wanted to see his power but not in a way that had you taking a one way dip into the ocean. Law’s stare didn’t leave your face as your mouth gaped open, unsure what to do or say.

“I’m fine, she’s gonna fix my mouth,” Penguin said softly, putting his hand on your forearm. “She knew what was going on, she’s seen these kinda teeth before,” Penguin explained while getting off the chair. Law huffed but didn’t put his hand down.

“Room. Shambles,” Law said, creating a small blue sphere in his hand as he adjusted the white cap on his head to cover his eyes, much like Penguin. Moments later a paper towel was wafting to the floor where Law had been standing.

“He’s overprotective of the crew, always has been. I had some bad dentists in the past, did some fucked off shit and hurt me bad. Law also doesn’t like when the crew has any kind of medical test of procedure without his knowledge so now he’s embarrassed that he overreacted and room’d himself away back to his quarters. That’s just how he is,” Penguin explained with a small smile. You gave him a watery smile in return, scared by a fraction of the intensity Law would wield in battle. If that was Law’s bad side, you didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

You were a little shaken from Law suddenly disappearing from the operating theater but decided to talk it out with him right away. You didn’t like to let bad feelings fester underneath the surface and had always found airing things out made life better for everyone. Bepo led you to the Captain’s quarters at your insistence.

“I’m sorry, Captain’s not in a good mood right now -” Bepo said, raising his palms in a placating gesture.

“If he says he doesn’t want to see me, I’ll leave,” you said calmly, stopping in front of Law’s closed door. Bepo made a whine but left, allowing you to take your chances with the Captain. Taking a deep breath, you knocked twice on the metal. It was night time and the only illumination in the Tang were small lights placed near the floor to help the crew get around at night.

“Bepo, I already told you-”

“It’s not Bepo,” you called out. “It’s me, I want to talk about what happened and apologize,” you said, leaning close to the door. There was no reply as you lingered awkwardly in the cold dark hallway, your ear hovering near the door so you could hear Law.

“Room. Shambles,” was all you heard before you were caught in two strong arms. Law using his fruit powers on your was disorienting and you had a vague headache from the sudden movement and brightness from inside the cabin. You pressed on your temples as Law righted you to standing.

“The headache should go away momentarily, it happens to some people when I shambles them,” Law explained clinically. You grunted but gave yourself a small numbing effect using your left hand to speed up the process.

“That’s better,” you stated, now sitting yourself on the edge of Law’s desk as he sat down in his office chair.

“I didn’t know you could numb yourself,” Law said with mild interest as he steepled his fingers.

“Mmh, handy for when someone shambles me without warning,” you replied. “I’m sorry to bother you, Captain -”

“Law,” he said without taking his eyes off his reading.

“Er, right. I’m sorry to bother you, Law. I wanted to apologize for examining Penguin without your permission. I shouldn���t have acted on my own like that - he’s your crewmate and you’re responsible for his well being, I understand that now. I apologize and I won’t see any of your crew without asking permission first,” you stated, putting your hand over your heart. 

“Hm. I accept your apology,” Law intoned, looking back down at the article on his desk. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I…overreacted,” Law said, the last word so quiet you almost thought you misheard him. “I have a complicated past. I worry a lot about the people I love, that something bad will happen to them if I’m not watching over them all the time,” he said, now flipping a page in the journal he was reading. 

“That must be difficult to feel all the time,” you said, sympathetic to his plight.

“Shachi and Penguin are idiots too, which makes it worse. Last week they tried making a fire -” 

“That’s not so bad -”

“While we were submerged,” Law said, looking you in the eye. You couldn’t help but laugh hearing about the foolishness of the pirates. Law massaged his temples as he continued to read in the low light of the ship. It was quiet for a few moments between you as neither of you rushed to say anything, Law massaging his forehead the whole time.

“Tension headache?” you asked quietly.

“Always.”

You raised your left hand slowly towards his head and gave him a small amount of numbing, equal to a strong round of ibuprofen but that would last longer and act instantly. Law watched you warily the entire time but didn’t stop your motion either.

“There. Feels better already, no?” you asked with a smile. Law blinked a few times and looked around his cabin.

“That is…incredible. I haven’t felt - I always have a permanent headache,” Law lapsed into silence as he took a few breaths and stretched his neck. “Thank you. That was an act of kindness I didn’t deserve,” Law said, looking you in the eyes. You looked back for a few moments but flicked your eyes down to his desk, unable to maintain the intensity of Law’s stare.

“Is that- is that my article from New World Journal of Modern Dentistry ?” you asked, incredulous. Law’s expression didn’t change but you thought you saw a hint of color rising in his cheeks.

“Good night, Dentist-ya” he grunted, still not looking at you. You were shambles to the women’s quarters seconds later, leaving you confused about your interim Captain. 

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