#the penguin fanfic

[universitypenguin]

can you recommend any COD fics? I’ve become interested

Thank you so much for asking me this question!

It turns out that I have a lot of fic recs… I just kept adding and adding to the list. Putting this together took like two days because I just kept going and going 🤣

There are smut links below - I didn’t bother labeling them specifically, so preceded with caution. As usual, read all of the respective author’s warnings before reading their work!

Also, I tried not to tag anyone twice but I probably missed some doubles. If any links are broken, please let me know!

Alejandro Vargas

Pros & Cons - @homicidal-slvt

Best Friend’s Dad - @allemantheias

NSFW Alphabet - @ghostsvacuumcleaner

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Whiskers & Wishes - @sageyxbabey

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @gloomwitchwrites

Baby It’s Cold Inside - @kyletogaz

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts - @soapsgf

Better Not to Know (ch. 1) - @random-thot-generator

Simon “Ghost” Riley

I’m So In Love With You - @nomadstucky

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend- @/gloomwitchwrites

Please, Love Me - @/rowarn

Through Me (The Flood) - @/peachesofteal

Ex!Husband Simon - @oceantornadoo

Baby, It’s Cold Inside - @kyletogaz

Plane Crash - @ceilidho

Simon’s Girl - @audisive

Ghost & his tiny gf - @/ramagallery

Roommate!Simon - @schrodingerscougar

Snappy Reader - @lovelyghst

Ex-Husband!Simon - @cntloup

Simon Riley x Soap’s Sister - @seresinhangmanjake

Period Sex w/ Simon - @cntloup

New Year’s Fireworks - @i-am-hungry-24-7

Love Language - @yeahjadefinitelyfeel

Simon’s Love - @tojisun

John “Soap” MacTavish

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @/gloomwitchwrites

Enamored - @/rowarn

Soulmate AU - @all-purpose-dish-soap

Second Chance - @bookbrokelibrarian

Virgin x Soap - @/captainfern

Johnny Has Amnesia - @manticore-fangs

Safe Word - @lunarw0rks

An Interesting Errand - @mi-i-zori

Captain John “Bravo-6” Price

Good Fences - @the-californicationist

The first chapter of the “Good Fences” Fluffubury series. I’ll list the next few chapters below. This is one of my favorite Captain Price stories, it’s so good! 🥰

Good Fences / ch. 2

Good Fences / ch. 3

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend - @/gloomwitchwrites

The Ocean - @peachesofteal

The Neighbor - @ivymarquis

Stay Away - @captainfern

Bear Shifter! Price (part 1) - @/ceilidho

Phillip Graves

You’re Being Detained - @writersdrug

The House Sitter - @shadowlali

Overstimulation w/ Graves - @/captainfern

My Favorite - @aphrodisiaxcunt

König

Experience - @rowarn

Bad Boyfriend - @lunarw0rks

All of the 141

Just Like Dad - @/gloomwitchwrites

Sex Pollen - @shotmrmiller

Self Esteem - @waiting-so-long

Showering With the 141 - @mushies-stories

Drunk Reader (Part 1) - @mushies-stories

Reader w/ Amnesia - @bookbrokelibrarian

Love Bites - @l0velylecter

Reactions to you flinching - @empresskylo

Controversially Younger GF - @sweet-as-an-angel

Author Recommendations

Author Recs - (courtesy of @/captainfern)

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Got another DP x DC prompt for yall:

Things in Amity are going bad, the GIW are getting more aggressive and Jack and Maddie are starting to suspect there is something ghostly going on with Danny and Jazz is scared out of her mind and desperate to get them the hell out or dodge before she comes home one day to find her baby brother strapped to a table in the basement or worse.

She knows there's no way she's going to be able to get custody of Danny though (maybe she's still a minor herself, maybe she is over eighteen but it takes more than being a legal adult to get custody of a kid, and Jazz just doesn't have what the government is looking for and she can't risk Danny getting lost in the system) and even if she could, where could they possibly go? Even if they ran away, they don't have any way to survive.

Half out of her mind with stress and exhaustion late one night she ends up digging through their family tree looking for someone, anyone, that looks like they might be able to help, that could at least get them away from Amity Park if nothing else. She and Danny had each other, and literally anything was better then the nightmare creeping ever closer.

And somehow it doesn't even take that long, maybe luck finally shifting their way for once, maybe Clockwork nudging things along just right, but she finds someone.

As far as family relations go, they're on branches as far away from each other as possible while still being on the same tree. And of course the person in question has a pretty massive criminal background and is still super obviously involved in some shady stuff, but Jazz does her research and can see that - criminal mastermind or no - there's no history of vivisecting children or ghost hunting and honestly the Goonion review is pretty glowing.

Besides, Gotham's ambiant ectoplasm is about the same as Amity Park's, it'll help keep Danny (and her, really, as liminal as she is) healthy.

It's a long shot, but short of fleeing to the Ghost Zone and praying their parents don't chase after them, it's all she’s got. So, using one of Tucker's programs, she gets ahold of a phone number and makes the call.

To say that Oswald Cobblepot is surprised by her reaching out and suspicious of her desperate request would be an under statement.

But he knows a con, and this doesn't sound like one. The girl on the other end of the line sounds close to tears, begging him to hear her out, pleading for his help. When he has his people investigate he finds that Jasmine Fenton isn't lying. They are distant cousins - very distant - and the kids' parents are honestly Arkham levels of insane and the kids' teachers have been getting progressively more frantic in their reporting on their concerns. The notes on Daniel Fenton and the number of visible injuries he's been going to school with are particularly concerning. As is the fact that the Drs. Fenton are apparently scientists on top of being entirely mad.

Call Oswald a soft touch, but there's an old childhood wound deep in his heart that has him feeling for the kids, and from what he’s seen of Jasmine - Jazz, she said to call her, and her little brother is Danny, not Daniel - she's got the kind of drive he admires.

And hell it's not as if he can't afford to put them up in an apartment somewhere out of the way if they turn out to be too much trouble. Besides adopting a couple of sad kids from a shitty home can only be good for his reputation, look how well it worked for Bruce Wayne.

Maybe if he plays his cards right, he can set up a play date with the Wayne kids or something, really get some good networking in.

[one-real-imonkey]

Every fanfic has Gotham as dark and cloudy, and understandably so, but where’s my beloved 1960’s Batman TV show Gotham.

A mostly normal metropolitan city with towering skyscrapers and the occasional villain HQ set up by a themed ‘legitimate business’. Visiting emissaries, movie sets, a thriving industrial district, normal diners, lots of random events and places for showy crimes.

Why isn’t Mad Hatter working out of a hat shop? Where’s Jokers hideout behind an ice cream parlour? Penguins high end umberella shop? Louie the Lilac?

Where’s the pizzazz?

You can’t tell me the batfam wouldn’t fit into 60s Gotham.

[naoristerling]

Hueningkai fic rec

like the moon ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai | 8.4k @beom-pyu

you love the ocean more than anything else in this big, wide world. you treasure the crisp air and the salty, but comforting scent of the atmosphere, the way the rays of the sun would bounce off of the rushing waves and onto your skin fills your heart with an uncontained warmth, and the sunset reflected on the surface brings you a sense of serenity. you have loved the ocean since you were little—growing up on the coast, the sea was basically your backyard.

[duality.] ─── ⋆ h. kai | 10k @miupow

An unexpected discovery about a friend sends you spiraling-- sure, hueningkai was cute, but he wasn't your type. at least, you thought he wasn't.

to the mountains - huening kai | 5k @beomie3

your friend group decides to take a weekend getaway trip to the mountains, but it isn't until you stay in a cabin in the woods that your crush on one of them begins to make itself known. mutually :)

Berry Sorbet // Huening Kai | 9k @banggyu0308

in which you share one of the five senses with your soulmate, and the taste of your lipgloss is on Kai's tongue all week.

stupid cupid! ` . ᡣ𐭩 ་ જ⁀➴ |6.5k @jjunieworld

hueningkai, better known as cupid, is known for his art in helping people fall in love. shooting his arrows here and there, getting those who are meant to be together. what happens when after he shoots one of his love arrows at you, the other one somehow ends up hitting him?

policy of truth and lies | ☆ |3.3k @wave2tyun

a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?

two best friends in a room ❀.* | 7k @beomgyuslilracha

if you had a thousand won for every time you heard the question "are you two dating?" or just the words "you two should just date already!", you and kai could probably afford to buy a house together.

in which two childhood best friends are the only ones in all of seoul who can't seem to see that they're obviously in love with each other.

Soulmates | 1k @yournameloveskpop

Hueningkai has a strange heart on his wrist. He doesn’t know how it got there but recently he’s been getting mood swings that were not his own, getting bruises for no reason etc. That’s when he meets Y/N who works at the cafe that txt walk into one day.

Geralmente não leio histórias tão pequenas mas essa foi tão fofinha <33

NAKED IN MANHATTAN | 4.6k @sook9i

⋆｡°✩ After a drunk conversation leads you to question your feelings for your bandmate and friend, Hueningkai, maybe a night together in Manhattan is just what you need to clear the air.

Series

Anyone Else But You, a six-part series @harmonicakai

It's starting to feel like you're the only person in the world that Huening Kai isn't best friends with, and you're determined to figure out why.

[ineffableclassics]

"Crowley, this is a disaster. This is everything I ever wanted. We’re in love. And there’s a picnic. And we don’t seem to be able to get…amorous without causing earthquakes.”

Aziraphale attempts subterfuge. Crowley sees right through him.

Words: 11,014

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

By @jess-the-reckless

This is a locked fic

Art Credit: Breaking Up A Picnic by J. C. Leyendecker, 1933

[krakereir]

My Best Friend's Girl (you're something else) Trafalgar Law x reader

T+/M. Mild sexual content. Masturbation. Themes of adultery. fem!reader

“Again, I’m really sorry about this, Law,” she calls from the other side. “Don’t sweat it. You’re here now, might as well stay. Shachi will be home in a couple of hours.” “I’ll make it up to you somehow,” she says, sticking her head out from behind the door, shooting him a bright smile.  Law nods curtly and locks himself in the bathroom, trying not to think about the fact that he’s totally attracted to Penguin’s new girlfriend.

Law is finally home. He kicks off his shoes, hangs his key on the wall and sighs out. Shachi is still at work. Penguin’s on a work-trip.

Peace and quiet. 

Under his arm is the World Economic Journal, which he is looking forward to skimming through impatiently before skipping straight to the newest strips of Sora. Then he’ll make a cup of coffee and read the whole paper through in the comfort of his favourite chair by the window. For dinner he’s gonna make shakshouka over rice and then afterwards he’ll maybe open the bottle of wine he’s been meaning to try.

But first he needs a shower. Desperately.

He opens the door to the bathroom and is met with the sight of a strange girl looking back at him. She’s standing hunched over the sink, face drenched with water and she looks shockingly ravishing. Flushed cheeks, wet lips, eyes slightly red. Law has to take a step back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, and it doesn’t carry even a hint of the irritation he was going for. She blinks, looking back at him.

“I’m Y/N,” she says, as if that would explain everything. “Didn’t Penguin tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. He said he would tell you. I’m Penguin’s-”

“Aha,” Law interrupts, as it hits him. Penguin’s new girlfriend. “He did tell me about you.” 

The girl lets out a sigh of relief. She grabs a towel and dries off her face. Wow, she’s pretty. Good for Penguin.

“Sorry if I frightened you,” she laughs weakly.

“No worries. Where is he?”

“You just missed him. He left for the airport just now,” she says.

And you’re still here? Law thinks to himself, but knows it would be rude to say it. 

“Pen has a tendency to promise things on behalf of others, I hope he didn’t force your hand. You’re a lifesaver who’s letting me stay.”

“Stay?” Law sputters. “For how long?”

“Oh, no. He didn’t tell you,” she laments. “He promised me it would be fine. I didn’t even believe him at first, knowing how he is, but he insisted! There’s mould in my apartment. I was supposed to stay here for a week.”

A week. A week? Law sees white. What on earth was Penguin thinking when he promised her this?

“I'll find somewhere else!” she says quickly. “It’s no problem.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Law mutters. She looks like a student, there won’t be anywhere affordably decent on that short of a notice. “If he promised you, then he should keep his promise. I’ll give him hell when he gets back.”

“Thank you so much,” she says with a grateful smile. “So you’re Shachi?”

“I’m Law.” 

Her eyes go big.

“You’re Law?” she says in disbelief. “Trafalgar Law.”

“In the flesh,” Law says without a trace of humour.

"Oh my god, I've heard so much about you!" she says excitedly. “Pen said you’d be out of town this week.”

“That’s next week,” Law says.

“That fucking doofus,” she moans, and it makes Law frown.

Penguin absolutely acts like an idiot most of the time, but hearing his totally new girlfriend say it so candidly feels wrong. Penguin had been very excited when he told Law about her.

She walks past him out of the bathroom and into Penguin's room.

“Again, I’m really sorry about this, Law,” she calls from the other side.

“Don’t sweat it. You’re here now, might as well stay. Shachi will be home in a couple of hours.”

“I’ll make it up to you somehow,” she says, sticking her head out from behind the door, shooting him a bright smile. 

Law nods curtly and locks himself in the bathroom, trying not to think about the fact that he’s totally attracted to Penguin’s new girlfriend.

----

All his plans for the night get flushed down the drain. There’s no point in even attempting to uphold his priorly planned out schedule. He no longer feels at ease in the living room, not in the kitchen either. He throws together dinner in a haste and eats at his desk. 

Sometime as he’s hidden away in his room, Shachi comes home. Law can hear him and Y/N getting acquainted in the kitchen and Law briefly wonders if he’ll be able to grab a hold of Shachi when he walks past and ask if Penguin told him about this, but Shachi doesn’t leave the kitchen. Law can hear increasing laughter, voices talking louder and the occasional opening of cans of beer. 

It annoys him greatly that Y/N and Shachi are getting along, putting him in the minority, but he can’t stay in his room all night either. That would be letting them win. He takes his finished plate and brings it to the kitchen.

“Captain!” Shachi exclaims. “Didn’t know you were home. You’ve met Y/N?”

Law finds that a simple nod suffices. 

"We're going out tonight."

“Join us!” Y/N exclaims. Her lips are painted red and she’s smiling wide, showing a lot of teeth, some of them unusually pointy. Law has always liked the feeling of sharp teeth. He likes the stain of red lipstick too. He likes-

“I have work,” he mumbles, putting away his final plate and walking out of the kitchen.

“Really?” Shachi asks from behind him.

“Stuff to read, things to write… you know,” Law lies. He turns around and stops in the doorway, attempting to look apologetic.

“Come on, I bought your favourite,” Shachi says, opening the fridge to show a six pack of Law’s go-to beer. If he wasn’t tempted to stay before, he definitely is now, but Law prides himself on his impeccable self control. It’s going to take more to tantalise him.

“Another time.”

The evening flies by in passiveness. Law continues to hide in his room. The wine stays unopened. Sora remains unread. The World Economic Journal lies untouched. 

Shachi and Y/N seem to be having a blast in the kitchen together. They play music and sing along, laugh and talk loudly. The hope of getting just a slice of the evening he had planned out gets bleaker by the hour and when they finally leave, going out to a club or bar, Law’s too tired to do anything else other than lie bed and think.

Think about Y/N.

It's just a little strange, that's all.

Penguin has never had a real girlfriend before. There was never more than one night stands and an occasional fuck friend and Law had never felt attraction to any of them. It’s an established fact that their taste is very different. They sometimes even joke about it when they’re out drinking. Shachi’s into men, Penguin’s into shy girls with sweet smiles and Law likes the ones that bite a little. The three had lived in perfect symbiosis.

Penguin always goes for girls with low self-esteem. Quiet, sweet, kinda needy. Law never gets to know any of them because Penguin very quickly loses interest and then Law never sees them again. Never has Penguin introduced anyone as his girlfriend before.

Y/N is confident, harder and freer than any of his prior flings, although maybe a bit too harsh on Penguin. In a way she reminds him of Shachi, but no one else is allowed to treat Penguin the way Shachi does, that’s reserved for only him. And on occasion Law. Y/N seems like someone that barges in and takes charge, not only feeling at home, but acting like it too. Unabashed and shameless. She absolutely reminds Law of Shachi.

Shachi and Penguin have been attached to the hip since they met at orientation. It’s no secret that Penguin himself has issues with confidence and that’s reflected in his choice in sexual partners, but when it comes to deeper relations it would make sense for him to fall for someone more like his best friend. Someone who completes him. 

It’s a pity that Law isn’t attracted to Shachi. He’s a great guy and although Law doesn’t actually think that he’s Shachi’s type, he could picture them together in a vague distant reality. Well, maybe not Shachi himself, but someone like him. Someone like Y/N.

Law shakes the thought away. He’s got to stop thinking. It’s 3 am already and he’s yet to get even a half hour of sleep.

----

“I just wish he told me that she was coming,” Law hisses at Shachi. He takes a large gulp of his lukewarm coffee.

“Give it a break. He thought you were going away this week,” Shachi argues. “Honestly I did too.”

“For fuck’s sake, that’s why we have a calendar! So there could be at least an inch of predictability in this fucking apartment. See, I wrote it down months ago,” Law says, pointing at the calendar on the fridge. Shachi raises an eyebrow at him. Law looks at it himself. The blood drains from his face. He’s written down the wrong dates. How did he-

“You were saying?” Shachi says, clearly amused.

“Fuck off, I don’t know how I…,” Law mutters. “I must have- No. They changed the date. That’s it! They changed it and I-”

“And you forgot to change it in the calendar. Well, there you have it. And that’s-”

“But I-,” Law protests.

“-not Penguin’s fault,” Shachi says with a smirk.

“I can’t believe it. What has become of me?”

“Fucking drama queen,” Shachi laughs.

Law has his little frustrated outburst and then he sighs deeply. 

“He should have told me even so. Doesn’t matter that he thought I was gonna be gone,” Law says sourly. Shachi hums in agreement.

“He told me like three days ago, I think it was a last minute emergency,” he says with a shrug.

“She’s not what I pictured,” Law admits.

“No, yeah, I get it. They’re different,” Shachi says. “She’s actually cool though, I think the two of you would get along. You should take this chance to get to know her, Lord knows Penguin’s not gonna let her around you again.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that he was okay with letting her stay when he didn’t know you’d be home and he won’t be pleased to find out.”

“What the fuck, Shachi?”

“Come on. Don’t take it personally, you know how he can get-”

“Morning!” 

“Good morning, Y/N!” Shachi says brightly and turns to the door opening where Y/N has appeared, only dressed in a loose bathrobe.

“How much did we drink last night? I have a raging headache,” she moans and shuffles lazily over to the sink.

“You did go all out,” Shachi chuckles. “Do you need anything? Aspirin?”

“I already took one,” she smiles. “It’ll be okay, although I was wondering if you guys could recommend some cafes nearby? Somewhere you can bring a laptop preferably.”

“You should go with Law! He’s currently writing research papers, so he can get you into the university library, the exclusive part of it,” Shachi grins widely. “The little cafe there is the cleanest place around, really.”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” she says to Law. “Any old cafe is fine really.”

“It’s no trouble, you can come with,” Law says, surprising himself. He never agrees to bring Shachi and Penguin around to his temporary office at the university, but a part of him is not against flashing his big-shot med-school fringe benefits in front of Y/N, hoping to somehow impress her. Just as friends of course.

“Thank you," she says with a wide smile. "Penguin told me you did residency at a hospital, are you done there already?” 

“No, I still do-”

“Law does both. Simultaneously! Yeah, I know. Smartest guy I know. Real catch this one,” Shachi lays it on thick and Law wants to strangle him. Not only is it fucking embarrassing, it’s also inappropriate. This is Penguin’s girlfriend for fuck’s sake.

“Wow, I’ll take your word for it,” she says to Shachi, but she’s smiling at Law. He looks away.

“I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll leave in 30 min. Be ready by then if you want to come,” he says to the floor.

“Thanks, Law!” she calls out after him.

Before he closes the door to the bathroom he hears the sound of snickering from the kitchen. Fucking hell, are they making fun of him?

----

“So when do you graduate?” Y/N asks. They’re driving to campus in his pre-owned, pale-yellow suzuki. Driving is a hassle because he needs to take the long way around to avoid midtown traffic, but he’s got his own parking, so he won’t complain. 

“I finished med-school last year and now I’m writing a PhD and doing post-graduate training.” Law’s grateful for how easy it is to avoid her gaze when he’s got his eyes on the road, but he still feels the pressure to keep a civilised conversation going.

“Post-graduate training?” she asks.

“The residency,” he explains.

“Ohh, wow. It’s so complicated becoming a doctor,” she says with a small chuckle. “You did 8 years and then on top of that you need more training.”

“Well, some people think it’s better to be over prepared when having the constant responsibility of real human lives in your hands,” Law says. It’s supposed to be a joke.

It doesn’t land at all.

When they get to the university, Law lets her into the small cafe at the bottom floor of his building and says, “I’ll drive back at 3, be ready at the exit by then if you need a ride back. The bus is also quite comfortable.” With that he flees up to his office on the fourth floor.

When he makes his way down to the first floor at 15.00 sharp, she’s not there. It’s a mild disappointment, but it does give him the opportunity to call his favourite person on the way home.

“Bepo, thank god,” Law says when he picks up the phone. “Shachi and Penguin are killing me over here.” 

“Oh, no. What happened?”

“Penguin is travelling for a week and his new girlfriend is staying here while he’s away. I’ve never even met her before and he didn’t bother to tell me she was coming.”

“What? That doesn’t sound like Penguin,” Bepo says. 

Law feels his cheeks heat up, not wanting to admit that he has fair share of blame in the situation. He wants Bepo to be on his side.

“Yeah, it’s weird, but anyway. How are you? It’s been a while,” he says.

Bepo is doing his residency out of town, which is how Law ended up living with Shachi and Penguin in the first place. Bepo used to live here. Law used to live alone. It would be a lie to say he’s never regretted the decision to change that. 

“-but I think they’re warming up to me. Though I can’t be sure. Anyway, I’ll get by,” Bepo finishes.

“Everyone likes you, Bepo,” Law comments casually. It’s really the truth. He can almost hear Bepo blush on the other side.

“But tell me about Penguin’s girlfriend! I didn’t know he had one. I honestly thought he was-” Then he is cut off. 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that last part,” Law says loudly. The car speakers might be going bad.

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” Bepo repeats. 

Law frowns. Bepo thought Penguin was what?

“Law?” Bepo calls out.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Law says, realising he turned quiet. “He told me a couple of weeks ago that there was someone and that he was hoping they would get together. He was really excited about it too. Although pretty shy concerning the details, didn’t want to tell me much. You know how he gets.” 

“Eh, yeah…” Bepo says unsurely.

“You okay, Bepo?”

“Super! Is she nice?”

“Well, yeah. Or I don’t know. She’s kinda mean about Penguin,” he admits. 

“Mean how?”

“Like calling him an idiot and stuff.”

“I see, yeah, that’s not nice.”

“It’s probably fine. He’s a grown up, he can make his own choices. Other than that she seems nice. She's really pretty.” Law winces over the fact that he felt the need to add the last part. It's unnecessary to let others know that he feels this way about her, even if it is just Bepo. 

“What did Shachi do?”

“What?”

“You said he was killing you too?”

“Oh, yeah well… He’s just really friendly with Y/N, and I feel like they’re ganging up on me. It’s nothing big,” he says, pulling up to his usual street parking spot.

“Y/N?”

“Pen’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, weird.”

“Yeah,” Law says.

There’s a pause.

“So, are we still on for movies next week?” Law asks. “I’m staying from Sunday till Thursday. Most nights there’ll be a boring dinner, but I can catch something later in the evening.”

“Yes! Let's see the new Sora movie!”

“Again?” Law asks, as if he wasn’t thinking about suggesting it himself.

“Yes!”

Law laughs and says, “Looking forward to it. I’ll call you later in the week okay?”

“Okay! And good luck with the whole Penguin’s-girlfriend-situation!”

“Right,” Law sighs and cuts the engine.

That night Law goes to bed early. He lies in bed for hours, desperate for sleep to take him away, but sleep doesn’t come. When it’s like this he usually gets up and has a glass of water, a cup of tea, a cup of coffee if there’s really no chance of getting sleep, but tonight he forces himself to lie still and just try. 

Because sleep would be the only thing that could save him now.

----

“Law,” she gasps.

“Yes?”

He looks around, but there’s no one there. He’s in a dark room, a few windows letting in beams of sunlight far up the wall, but they only make the rest of the room feel darker. The ground is dirty and he’s sitting on his knees. He tries to stumble his way up when the voice speaks again. He feels a burst of pleasure brought on by the sound and falls back down on his knees, a slicing pain spreading from his kneecaps down towards his feet.

“Law, do that again,” it begs him. It’s a beautiful voice, like silk, the soft feel of it strokes him pleasantly over his skin.

That’s when he realises that he’s almost naked. He’s wearing clothes, but they’re unravelling slowly, falling apart at the seams. The cold air kisses his skin as it part by part gets exposed. 

“Law,” the voice says again, “I need you to touch me.”

“Yes,” he chokes out. “Where are you?”

Looking around, he still can’t see anyone else, but now the room is dimly lit by an open door letting in heaps of sunlight. It looks like he’s in a prison of some sort.

He’s not able to stand, but he staggers his way along the ground towards the opening. He can feel his clothes fall off him, one by one, and when he reaches the door he must surely be naked, but he doesn’t check.

The door leads out to a green meadow and when he reaches it, he can stand up. He runs out to feel the grass under the soles of his feet. 

He turns and looks back at where he came from and sees that he was inside an enormous, old tower mill. Its long sails are circling in the wind and every time they reach the ground, they’re closing off the entrance from which he just came.

“Yes, that’s it. I’m ready now,” the voice sings in his ear, a lot closer than before and he turns in a whirlwind to see a heap of hay before him and amidst it a naked woman, writhing in pleasure.

“Now, Law,” she orders, opening her eyes to meet his’. 

Law moves over to her and embraces her, sinking into her and she laughs out of pleasure. A melodic laughter that fills the world with sound and he lets go of the noises stuck in his chest. A long satisfied sigh, followed by a short grunt and a-

“Law,” she moans.

“Yes,” he answers. “Y/N, what do you need?”

“More.”

With a shudder it all slips away from him. 

He’s in his own bed, sweaty and alone. He’s achingly hard and instinctively rubs himself to ride the high of the dream.

Fuck. It feels below him having a sex dream, especially about someone he just met and who-

A sound is heard and Law freezes up. No, it can’t be. He must be hearing things, maybe he’s still dreaming.

He hears it again.

A noise that sounds a lot like moaning.

Law’s room is at the end of the corridor and it’s the room that in theory should have the most privacy, but when the assholes who rented out this apartment renovated it, they found that making two rooms out of one would be profitable if they didn’t put too much money into materials. That’s why Penguin and Law’s room is basically the same room only separated by the thinnest of walls, making it impossible not to hear whatever’s going on in the other room at all times.

It’s always been a nuisance, but it’s never been this much of a catastrophe, because Y/N is obviously engaging in some kind of sexual activity and Law can hear it. He would do his best to ignore it, pop in some ear plugs and deny it ever happened, if it weren’t for the fact that the sounds are so delicious. 

It’s crisp, each sound travelling through the thin walls without losing its quality. Law is able to differentiate what sort of actions might have spurred the different noises on, on a detailed level. He can hear when it’s pure pleasure and when it’s an aching need for more. 

He starts imagining what she might be doing. 

The obvious answer would be that she’s alone and masturbating, but what if she brought home someone? Someone who fucks her deep and slow, giving her just what she needs. Law reaches a hand down to touch himself again, but suddenly stops.

She’s with Penguin.

Even if she’s the type of person to do something like that, which he hopes she’s not, Shachi was hanging out with her tonight. He would stand up and put a stop to it before it came to that.

But what if she’s fucking Shachi? 

It’s not believable, but the thought is kind of hot. They’ve been having fun this week. Going out, just the two of them. Maybe the tension became too much and they lost all control.

Once again he’s got to stop his hand from reaching for himself.

Shachi would never do that to Penguin and as long as Law has known him, Shachi has never shown interest in a woman. To think that he would all of a sudden change his sexual preference just so that he can cheat on his best friend is ludicrous. Maybe Law is projecting.

But of course Law wouldn’t do that to Penguin either. Just because he wants to knock on her door and offer up his assistance everytime he hears her making that sound, so close to begging, doesn’t mean he would ever act on it. 

He wouldn’t.

But he’s got to do something. He needs to take care of himself or he will never be able to sleep afterwards. And these sounds are way too good to not take advantage of. Better than any porn. The perfect soundtrack to all his fantasies.

Fuck. 

He spits in his hand.

Yes. 

It sounds like she’s close now, the noises are getting quieter, but are coming more rapidly. It doesn’t take a lot before he’s close too. The dream. The sounds. The fantasy of having her on him, being the one getting her to make these sounds. It’s too much. He comes hard into his hand and can’t stop the groan that follows.

When he comes down from the high it’s suspiciously quiet from the other side of the wall. 

Oh no. 

She must have heard him and now she knows what he did.

He’ll never be able to look her or Penguin in the eyes again.

----

The next morning she doesn’t give him any reason to believe she caught on. If she did, she at least is not intending to make a scene about it. He’s eternally grateful. He can pretend to forget it ever happened if she is willing to do the same. 

Law spends the next couple of days avoiding both Shachi and Y/N like the plague. He works long hours, he eats out, he stays out, he comes home late and leaves early in the morning.

By the end of the week he’s fucking exhausted, but he’s managed to keep himself out of any inappropriate situations, with absolutely no help from Shachi, who must have noticed Law’s awkward predicament and has been doing everything he can to put him on the spot. A single day hasn’t passed without Shachi texting Law, asking if he can help drive Y/N somewhere or give her a hand with something else. It's infuriating.

Speaking of, Y/N’s been getting increasingly more comfortable in the common areas, walking around mostly in Penguin’s baggy shirts and shorts. No bra. 

It’s fine. 

He's almost made it to the day of Y/N's departure without embarrassing himself when it all comes crumbling down. 

In the middle of the night, there’s a knock on his door. He opens the door ever so slightly and peeks through.

"What do you want?" he asks gruffly.

It's Y/N holding up a bottle of wine.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

Law gives a wave of dismissal, she did not.

"I was just thinking and, uhm, well I'm leaving tomorrow and I've hardly gotten the chance to talk to you. So, last chance to bond, I guess." She laughs nervously. "I heard you like white wine?"

It hits Law how much of an asshole he's been.

To her it must have seemed like he had no interest in getting to know her at all. Come to think of it, he’s been treating her as if he suspects she’s not gonna stick around. What if Y/N is the love of Penguin's life? And he treated her like garbage just because he couldn’t get over his own crush on her? 

"Yeah, let me just," he says, going back into his room to put on a shirt.

"Wow, those tattoos really are rad," her voice rings way too close and he turns in a whirlwind. He left the door open and she had seen it as an invitation to come in. 

He's about to ask her to leave his room, they can do this in the common area like normal people, but that’s when Y/N sits down on the bed and scoots up to lean into the wall. 

He must have looked pretty appalled because next thing he knows she says, "I’m sorry, are you very particular about your bed? Should I sit somewhere else?"

Law doesn’t say anything because yes he is, but at the same time he really isn’t. And he can’t really ask her to leave his room now without sounding like an asshole, so he joins her on the bed, his heart rate picking up.

She opens the bottle and hands it to him, no glass, no cup. It even has a fucking screw cap. Jesus. To avoid embarrassing Y/N by being a total snob he takes it and takes a sip. 

Fuck, that’s vile. This must be the cheapest riesling available. 

"Shachi did those, right?" she asks, pointing at the tattoos on his chest.

He forgot to put on a shirt. A little late for that now.

"Yeah, he’s a really talented artist," Law says, shifting a little further from Y/N, now that he’s aware of how they’re almost touching. "He doesn’t do a lot of work anymore though. He's a teacher now. PE and swimming."

"He told me," she says, taking a swig of the wine before placing it on his bedside table. "You guys are so cool. I'm glad Pen has friends like you."

The mention of Penguin is enough to get Law to scooch an inch further away.

"Then there’s Bepo, you should meet him too. He lives out of town for now."

"Oh, I've met Bepo!" she says. "Big, blond guy, right?"

"Yeah, how did… when?" he asks her, confused. "When did you meet Bepo?"

"Last fall, I think," she says unsure. "He's great. Are you two close?"

Law can’t make out what to say. This makes no sense. Unless Y/N and Penguin must have been friends a long while before getting together. If that’s the case, it makes him feel even worse.

"I'm sorry I barged in and tried to force this whole thing on you. I just hated the idea of not getting to know you," she says. "You know, Penguin showed me your manifesto."

"My what?"

"Your manifesto? Three years ago, maybe four," she explains further, "you guys were at some party and everyone there were assholes, you got so angry with the world you decided to make a manifesto there and then? And then you-"

"Declared it at the party," Law finishes, wincing at the memory. They had been celebrating exams in the first year of med-school. "I was a fucking nuisance."

"It's a solid piece of work," she says with a chuckle. "Pen took a photo of the napkin you wrote it on and showed it to me that weekend. I thought you sounded like you were just the coolest person ever, so I tried following it for about a month."

Law looks at her, completely horrified. He remembers the embarrassment that is that so-called manifesto.

"Well, most of it," she adds. “Not number four.”

He snort-laughs loudly, remembering vaguely what he wrote and says, “I’m pretty sure I specified that the fourth point is directed at William, so you’re off the hook.”

“You’re right!” she exclaims. 

"I was young," he explains, half jokingly. “Drunk too.”

Her laughter trickles like pearls on a string and Law catches himself smiling. He self consciously rubs himself across his chin, forcing the smile away.

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Law." 

"Oh?" he asks, mouth suddenly dry.

She's a lot closer to him now. He can feel his will power is worn thin from all the push and pull through the week. He just wants to accept it. Accept her and take what she wants to give him. It's obvious now that she is coming on to him. This can't be anything else. Her eyes flutter, peeking down at his lips. Her hand is resting on his knee, making small circles with her finger tips. He wants this so badly.

When she leans in he's very close to meeting her half way, but instead he says, "You should go."

"What…? Really?"

"Yes," he says firmly, looking down.

"Okay."

She walks to the door and he follows her out. Before she leaves she grabs his wrist.

"Why?" she challenges him, forcing him to look her in the eyes. 

“I can’t do that to Penguin,” Law explains.

“I thought you wouldn’t care about stuff like that."

“Then you got me wrong, because I do care."

“Come on, what’s really the problem? I’ve heard stories about you and your borderline questionable morals, you know,” she says teasingly, still holding a firm hold around his wrist. “I didn’t think you’d be bothered by silly rules.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint,” Law hisses, ripping his arm out of her grip. “I still have some dignity left, thank you very much.”

“What? Law, I’m sorry, I didn't mean-” she calls out after him, but he’s already closed the door on her.

What a fucking mess. 

He collapses back on the bed, fighting the urge to groan loudly into his pillow. When he notices the bottle of wine still on the bedside table, he grabs it, intending to drown his sorrows, but then he takes a sip and-

Nope. No chance. That’s the most disgusting thing he’s tasted in a long time. 

Ugh, it's gonna be a long night.

----

Penguin comes back the next morning and Law waits. He hears him leave his suitcase in his room. He waits. He hears him talk to Y/N and Shachi by the breakfast table. He waits. Then he hears the goodbyes, the dangling of keys and the slamming of a door. Only then does he dare to leave his room.

He sneaks into the kitchen, desperate for coffee and freezes when he sees it. Penguin is there all right, but so is Y/N. Shachi is nowhere to be seen. Law has made a grave error.

“Hi, Law!” Penguin says cheerfully. “You’re back early? I thought you would be gone till tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m actually not going until next week. They changed the dates a while back.”

Penguin frowns. 

“Uhu, okay,” he says slowly, “so you’ve been… here, this week?”

Law nods, acting like everything is totally normal.

“Then I guess I won’t have to introduce you to-”

“Yeah, we met-” “We’ve already-” Law and Y/N say simultaneously. 

“Great,” Penguin says, clearly displeased. “Just what I needed.”

“Oh, come on, Pen,” Y/N pleas. “Can you be normal about this?”

Penguin looks at her, then he looks at Law, then back at her. 

“Oh my god, did you guys fuck?”

“What, no!” Law sputters. 

“Please say it wasn’t in my bed,” Penguin moans.

“We didn’t do anything,” Y/N says. 

“You know I don’t trust you an inch, you fucking snake,” Penguin says pointedly at Y/N.

“Ok, I admit I tried to, fucking sue me. But I was rejected,” she spits back at him. 

Law is having real trouble understanding the dynamic of their relationship, but his main priority is to reassure his friend. 

“Don’t worry, Pen. Nothing happened,” he says in all seriousness.

“Thank you, man. I honestly didn’t know if I could trust you on this,” Penguin says.

“Of course you can. I would never do that to you,” 

“I can’t believe you’re on his side,” Y/N sighs. “You’re so immature, both of you.”

“He’s MY friend,” Penguin says childishly.

“Why on earth are you jealous? He’ll still be your friend even if I fuck him, right Law?” Y/N asks, looking expectantly at him.

Wait, what?

“I’m not jealous, is it too much to ask that my sister keeps away from my mates?”

Sister?!

“Yes, it’s weird. You shouldn’t care-”

“Guys, stop!!” Law shouts. 

The two of them stop arguing and look at Law confused, and wow, they kind of do look alike when you think about it. Law is stumbling and has to grab a hold of the chair to keep his balance. He slides down into the seat.

“Hey, you alright there, buddy?” he hears Penguin ask.

“Your sister?” Law asks in a quiet anger. “You never said- I didn’t know you-”

“Law, speak up. What is it?”

“She is your sister?!” Law sputters as he looks up at Penguin.

“Yeah, how did you not know? You’ve been fucking her all week,” Penguin says bitterly.

“Oh my god, he did not-” Y/N butts in.

“ Shush ,” Law almost shouts at them. “You didn’t want us to meet because she is your sister?”

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want my sister to-,”

“I have been beating myself up over this all week, Pen,” Law says angrily, “because I thought that she was- If you had only told me from the start, maybe I would have known she was- And then I wouldn’t have had to…” Law wants to cry. "I've lost so much sleep over this."

“Law! Slow down,” Penguin says worriedly. “Who did you think she was?”

“Your girlfriend, Pen,” Law says bitingly. “You know, the one you told me about three weeks ago. You’ve never even mentioned a sister.”

In the background he can hear Y/N laugh quietly.

“Who do you mean my girlfriend?” Penguin asks, confused. 

“Pen, I think he means Shachi,” Y/N says, biting down her laugh.

“No, of course I don’t mean Shachi,” Law says quickly. “I thought you were-” He stops himself and looks at her. “What? What do you mean Shachi?”

“We’re kind of a thing,” Penguin says blankly, looking at Law with unsureness. All annoyance and aggravation seeps out of Law.

“Oh,” Law says simply. “How long has- uhm, since that happened?”

“Couple of weeks now,” Penguin says slowly. 

The two of them look at each other blankly.

“That’s… cool. I’m very happy for you,” Law says honestly, although somewhat strained.

“Thanks man, that’s- that’s very… yeah, thanks."

The silence is weird, mostly because of the big argument that raged on moments ago, which has now fizzled into nothing. Luckily for all of them, Penguin’s phone rings and he walks out of the kitchen to answer it, sending his sister a threatening glare before exiting.

"So you're siblings, huh?" Law asks her awkwardly. 

"Yeah," Y/N says. "I've been abroad a lot, so we don't see each other very often."

"Ah," Law says. 

This puts her actions into a slightly different perspective and Law is embarrassed by his own.

"I'm sorry about last night," he says. "I was mean."

"No, don’t worry about it," she says quickly. "It wasn’t fair of me to force you into that situation."

“Well, but I thought you were… as we already have established that you’re not. And that Pen was… which he isn’t," he says dumbly.

Long silence.

"Yeah, then that would have been cruel of me," she nods.

"It wasn’t on you, you didn’t know.”

“I’m just glad that it wasn’t because you hated me,” she says. “Penguin always talks about you and I was really looking forward to getting to know you.”

“No, not at all, I never hated you,” he reassures her. Memories from the past week come back to him. The looks, the touches, the dream. He feels warmth flooding to his cheeks and neck. 

“I just had a lot of thoughts about you,” he explains, “and I hated myself for thinking that about Penguin’s girlfriend."

"But I'm not," she says slowly, "Penguin’s girlfriend."

"No, you're not," Law says, feeling a smile slowly spread.

"So, what kind of thoughts are we talking about?"

“The bad kind,” he says.

“Care to give me a demonstration?” 

“I thought you knew all about me and my borderline questionable morals?” he asks pointedly.

“Oh my god,” she moans. “You must have thought me the worst person in the world.”

“Only the second worst,” he corrects, “after me of course. I almost gave in to you.”

“Oh?”

They move closer.

“For fuck’s sake!!” cries Penguin from the corridor. “I leave you alone for one minute and-"

Law’s manifesto 1. Fuck those guys who talk down, they’re not worth shit 2. We do it for the kids, not the profit 3. But we do need to live, so fucking unionize 4. Eat shit, William 5. Don’t let anyone treat Bepo like that

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[onepiece-writting-forest]

Topic 8 - [ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

Summary: Stressed, sleep-deprived, and surviving on instant noodles, you order takeout in the middle of exam prep—what you didn’t expect was your delivery guy to be a ridiculously hot, tattooed biker. Even more surprising? He’s a fellow med student at your university. tags.: One Piece, Law x Reader, SFW & NSFW, slow burn romance, Modern AU, University AU, aw has a motorcycle cuz its hot, penguin and shachi as flat mates, uncle rosinante, crazy ex

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 - ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ

An awkward encounter with the handsome delivery guy, who hardly speaks to you, yet somehow makes your heart skip a beat with his pretty face.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ɪᴄᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ

Law was at your door once again, this time out of breath and visibly stressed. You offer him something to drink, which sparks a conversation that eventually leads to an exchange of numbers.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3 - ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

At the café, you met up for a study date and saw a more relaxed, yet still exhausted, side of Law. Penguin showed up, clearly curious as to why Law was hanging out with someone from his university—especially since he rarely spent time with those people.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4 - ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ

Penguin couldn't keep his mouth shut about Law meeting you, which led him and Shachi to bombard him with questions. It was just a study date, right? No big deal. His flatmates quickly realized how oblivious he was. Or was he just denying any meaning, trying to protect himself from another crazy relationship.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5 - ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴜɴ

Law invites you to a party, and after a few drinks, the two of you start to loosen up around each other. So much that the bathroom becomes a short lived make out spot.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6 - ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇ (n.sfw)

After you forgot your keys at home and had no where to stay, Law casually offers his apartment for the night without any second intentions. Though the heat from the make out session still lingering in the air.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7 - ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴇx (in progress)

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 5

TW: HOSPITALS, nothing bad, just a description of someone in a hospital.

Nova Crosby -

1:16am

Theorising while sitting in an intensive care waiting room at quarter past one in the morning is never a good idea. Particularly after being given fodder such as an unplanned emergency surgery, both men had their own ideas on what could have happened. Knowing the extent of Nova's condition before she was whisked away at the emergency room Luke was trying to use Sid's aged wisdom to conclude what happened. But both of them had absolutely nothing.

Standing, leaning against the granite kitchenette counter which was more so holding the exhausted form of Sidney up while he skulled the dregs of his third coffee. Religiously Sid only had one coffee a day on decaf, but in such a drastic situation where he needed to be as awake as possible if the promised Nurse ever actually came. Each time a pair of lone footsteps clacked down the hall Sid or Luke, whoever was closest to the door looked out to check if it was a Nurse.

Two times it was the food delivery, bringing in product for the next day, one it was the cleaner and three times orderlies who were moving wheelchairs back to the spots they needed to go to. Every time Sid became more agitated, the patient Canadian niceness was wearing thin, exceptionally fast. Each time it wasn't a nurse with answers and every minute that ticked by that the phone didn't ring with answers his frustration exponentially increased.

"I think I'm going fucking insane Luke." Sid mumbled, pouring hot water into another cup loaded with instant coffee. His incessant grumbling and almost permanently creased brow was giving away the fact that he hadn't had an emotional outlet since he left the game almost six hours prior. He had held Luke through his initial crash when he first arrived and had gave him a pat on the back and or shoulder rub depending on where he was when Luke needed a little extra comforting.

Luke was now almost apathetic, but Sid. Sidney was dangerously toeing the line of complete and utter meltdown. He prided himself on his sturdy and tentative nature. He was kind, never raised his voice, except when Nova goes joy riding with a bunch of college boys to New Jersey for the weekend- ... but thats a different story. Sidney solidly believed that any rebellious situation Nova had been in would be better than this right now. He could control it, make sure she was safe and okay. See with his own two eyes, not matter how red they were hazed with his rage that she was okay.

"I know what you're talking about Sid. I feel like I could drop asleep any minute but it's Murphy's law. I do that and suddenly she's awake and we can see her." Luke half slurred, half grumbled.

"This is fucking ridiculous, where did they say the ICU room is?" Sid spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument, although Luke tried.

"Sid, I'm as upset as you. It's only been a little while since the call, they are probably getting her sorted." The optimism coming from Luke slathered in monotonous tonality fell about as flat as a crepe to floor.

"No, that's my fucking daughter!" Sid launched back, the string holding him up seemed to fray ever so thinner. "Give me th-"

A gentle knocking sounded from the door, as a young Nurse, clad in burgundy scrubs poked her head in, pushing the door open, "Are you with Nova Crosby?"

"About fucking time!" Sidney crows, the clench of his fist in the fabric of his suit pant pocket is enough to give away the fact that he is fuming.

"I'm sorry Sir, we've been as quick as we could, you can come see her now if you want." The Nurse was desperately trying to diffuse Sid's anger, not directed at her but rather the situation.

"We'd love that." He spoke through gritted teeth. Checking Luke was following him as they began down the hall where they met a coded door that the nurse typed in and were led into a a white room with two sinks.

"If you could please wash your hands before coming in, it assists us in making sure the patients aren't compromised." before she had even finished both boys had started scrubbing, very thoroughly for their waning patience. When they finished the nurse led them through the ICU department towards the back where surrounded by a blue medical curtain was a bed. In that bed Nova laid, a fraction of consciousness, behind her bed was a plethora of machines which beeped and rang in their timely fashion. Sidney couldn't figure out when he went from fine to hyperventilating as he stared at his daughter, so young and fragile swaddled in white hospital blankets, akin to the ones she was handed to him for the first time he held her.

The ugly tubes coming out of her arms, cannulas in her elbow and top of her hand, a feeding tube coming out of her nose, a heart monitor connected directly to her chest. It was all too much, he didn't know he was crying and how obvious it had become that his mental capacity for the situation was declining greatly.

"Sir." A middle aged man in a white coat coxed him towards a door, leading him away from Nova. Pushing him outside as he looked a Luke who had sat down beside her, the moment romantic but catastrophic.

"That's my girl!" Sid roared in anguish, "Thats- THATS MY BABY."

"Sir, you need to calm down."

"NO DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING. Thats my baby girl! I have raised her for nineteen years, I of all people deserved to know what happened to her as soon as I arrived! Do you know how much she means to me, seeing her like is equivalent to ripping my heart out and piercing it with a stake!" Sid was hysterically now, loud voice echoing throughout the deserted hallway. "I need to know! I need you to do your fucking job and not be incompetent! Please."

The doctor led Sid to a chair and sat him down. "I'm a father too, I understand your anguish." he took a deep breath, "I will tell you everything but I must warn you, it will hurt and be a shock to the system. My team and I are dedicated to helping your daughter though, I want you to trust we will do everything in our power to help."

Sid took a deep breath, this was going to be a long conversation.

[obsessive-jan]

The spanish zoo tour guide having to deal with the obnoxiously loud and easily excitable british tourist:

[finniestoncrane]

Dear god I am foaming at the mouth at your latest daddy oz fic like god he's so cute but also it's so funny cause im imagining they're both in a room full of people and they're doing the disgustingly cute display of "you're cute" "no you're cuter" and everyone is standing around waiting for them to leave like 🧍‍♂️

Rogues Reacting to PDA

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader anon this is so funny and i cannot tell you what i wouldn't give to be this embarrassing with him u-u so i kinda took your idea and did the other rogues reacting to this display of sickening sweetness 💜 (also i know it's farrell!oz and we don't have really have other reeves rogues to react to but shhhhh we can just generalise and wildly speculate shhhhh) 🐧☔ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, fluff, jealousy maybe 👀

poison ivy

"i love you so much!" "well i love you more!" "no i love you more, sweetheart!" it's sickeningly sweet, but she's a romantic at heart so she can forgive the display for a brief period, until ozzie starts eyeing up her prized roses and she just knows he's considering plucking one off the bush to hand to you and love or no love she'll break hands. of course then she'll have to put up with you fawning over him and telling him what a poor little soul he is, and that might be worse

two face

"i wanna just bite your cute little nose ozzie" "well why don't you come over here and nibble on me" ok that's enough now! if one of you doesn't actually eat the other then he'll feel like he's suffered through all of this for nothing. this might be the only time that one is better than two in his mind and if he has to come over there and physically separate you both then he will. there's nothing cute about organised crime bosses says mister grumpy da over here, so stop babying oswald now

riddler

"god, kiddo, you're the best thing to happen to me" "wow ozzie, you're the sweetest, handsomest, smartest guy around" well that takes the fucking cake! here's the thing, you can rub your new found love and romance in front of everyone's faces. you could get a room and do whatever disgusting carnal things he can see dancing around your eyes in there in private. that's fine, he doesn't mind. you can maybe delude yourself into thinking he's the most handsome. but the smartest? and in front of him!?

zsasz

"when i get you alone, the things i'm gonna do to you" "i don't think anyone's watching ozzie, give me a taste!" if he shoots himself now, will someone make sure to etch a little mark on his skin for him? because that might be the only thing to get him out of this nightmare scenario. my god, what did he ever do to deserve this kind of punishment...oh...yeah...all of the things he's done. well if he'd known the karma would be so cruel he would genuinely have reconsidered his life of crime, and he loves crime! you're ruining crime for him! stop!!

harley quinn

"you are the cutest" "no you are!" "no you are, look at those cheeks!" "no you, look at your everything!" look, she's a big fan of cutesie and a big fan of bad boys, so seeing a sweet side to oswald where he gets to be completely enamoured and in love and cringey and romantic is just deeply pleasing to her. and the two of you are so absolutely sweet together and so meant to be that she doesn't have to worry in the slightest about who she'll pick in the breakup, cos that's never going to happen obviously (or she might fight both of you)

scarecrow

"ozzie!" "i can't help it sweetheart, i just gotta touch you!" "people can see though" "let them watch" sorry, he's just deep in thought trying to remember if he ingested an immense amount of fear toxin today, because surely there's no other reason for him being subjected to this little nightmarish display of lovey dovey crap that is being inflicted up on his eyes? i mean it wouldn't be so bad if oz's wandering hands weren't so obvious, amongst other parts of his anatomy that are really hard to stare away from, get a room you two

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[zebrashavestripes]

Can we really be so cavalier about the destruction of Gotham?

[andradrawsstuff]

Had to draw Skipper yoinking something from Blowhole in chapter 3 of my fic bc he’s a funny cheeky little guy hehe

[ineffableclassics]

"You'll never guess what people have been saying about oysters..." Aziraphale's speech was muffled as his mouth was full.

Crowley cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. He suspected that he knew where this was going, but he wanted to play it off as if he didn't for as long as inhumanly possible. He waved his hand in a gesture of encouragement. "Go on."

"You see, they say that oysters are..." The angel lowered his voice and inhaled. "... an aphrodisiac."

Rome, 41AD: Aziraphale successfully "tempts" Crowley to go for dinner and try oysters with him. Crowley confesses during dinner that he's never hooked up with anyone before, and Aziraphale sets about putting this to rights immediately.

Words: 6,514

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@ineffabildaddy

Art Credit: Ménage À Trois by Auseklis Ozols, 2019

[onepiece-writting-forest]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3 - ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

Summary: In the middle of exams and a diet of instant noodles, you decide to order some take out. What you did not expect was your delivery person to be a hot guy on a motorcycle, who, as fate would have it, happens to be a fellow student at your university.

tags.: One Piece, Trafalgar Law, Law x Reader, NSFW, slow burn romance (?), Modern AU, law has a motorcycle cuz its hot, Penguin, Shachi, Bepo appearing as flat mates

a.n.: study date with Law, and Penguin spotting you two, getting on Laws nerves <3

[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

Despite your brief dive into his social media, the little information you’d gathered did reassure you that he was indeed, a med student. His profile was private, yet you could read his bio still. It barley stated anything, besides a stethoscope emoji and “North”. You also looked through the pictures he was tagged in and saw some posts with who you guessed were his friends. In none of the photos did he seem particularly happy—his face always distant, never smiling.

The snow in the background, along with his clear mention of “North” in his bio, made you think he came from the North Blue, a rich seaport country known for its scholars and wealth. It left you wondering how someone from such a place could have financial problems. If he really was from there, why was he doing food deliveries while in med school?

You guessed that explained his cold demeanor, though you weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was more than just his roots—something deeper, more guarded. Law really was a mystery to you, you had to admit…

With a quiet sigh, you finally stopped fussing with your outfit and began packing for the study session. You tossed your things into your bag, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door. After a few bus stops, you arrived at the small café where you’d suggested meeting up. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a place you liked for its cheap coffee and soft music.

As soon as you stepped inside, your gaze swept the café, trying to find that familiar face.

In the far corner, away from the bustle, Law sat with a cup beside his laptop, his hoodie drawn low over his head. Strands of messy black hair peeking out, giving him a cozy but tired look. His long legs were stretched out under the table as he typed, oblivious to the world around him.

You inhaled deeply, steadying the butterflies in your chest, and made your way over. The excitement buzzing inside you was undeniable, you’d been so eager for today that sleep had been non-existent the night before. Somehow, you hadn’t expected things to get this far—having his number, meeting up. Even though it was technically a study date rather than a real date, which carried its own expectations, it still felt like a big step. The label “study date” took some pressure off surely. You didn’t have to worry about impressing him with small talk or charm, instead, you could focus on the shared exam next week. The thought was comforting—less about romantic interest, more about surviving this test together. Yet, deep down, the thought of sitting across from Law, even under the guise of studying, still set your heart racing.

As you approached his table, you hesitated for a moment, standing there, unsure if he’d noticed you. At first, he seemed unaware, lost in whatever he was working on. But then, sensing your presence, he paused and pulled an earbud from beneath his hood. He was about to give you a cranky look, yet when he noticed it was you, his frown shifted into a mild surprise, followed by a faint smile that made your heart skip. He straightened up slightly, his attention now on you.

"Sorry, didn’t hear you," he murmured, reaching for his other earbud and slipping it into its case.

"Don’t worry about it," you said with a smile, sliding into the seat across from him. As you placed your bag down and pulled out your study materials, you couldn’t help but ask, "What were you working on?"

Law watched you for a moment, his gaze following your movements as you got settled. At your question, though, he let out a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes in clear frustration. His posture slumped as he sank further into his chair, his knee almost brushing against yours under the table.

"Ugh, nothing much really," he grumbled. "A friend of mine is writing his thesis and asked me to look it over. He added so many puns it’s basically unreadable."

You couldn’t help the grin forming on your lips, and didn’t notice how this first conversation made you relax quite a bit. It felt more natural to talk to him like this, as if you two really were just uni colleges. It was quite the contrast to the delivery Law you knew. And he seemed to be at ease with your presence as well.

“I really have to see the puns…can I?” You asked with a light chuckle in your words, as you leaned a bit closer in anticipation. Law rolled his eyes with a light grin and turned the laptop towards you. There were quite a lot of comments on the document you saw, and a lot of them just said “???” or “ew”.

With one slender inked finger he pointed at the screen “This one is the worst…”

You leaned in closer, your eyes skimming over the highlighted text. It read: 'In the field of marine biology, things can get a bit... fishy.'

You snorted, clapping a hand over your mouth as you stifled a laugh. "Oh my god, thats bad.," you said between chuckles.

Law shook his head again, a heavy sigh escaping him, though a grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he saved the file and turned his laptop back towards him. “Anyway,” he said, straightening up, “I’ll finish that misery later. Let’s focus on biochemistry now.”

For a moment, you wanted to ask about his friends, curious to know more about the people in his life and maybe learn a bit more about him too. But Law was already shifting gears, getting straight to the point. It didn’t disappoint you exactly—just reminded you that, despite how at ease he seemed, there were still walls up. He was private, and it was clear he wasn’t the type to open up easily. Even though he seemed comfortable around you, this was still a study session.

“Sure,” you said, snapping back to the task at hand. “Topic 8, right? I finished up those cycles... let me grab them.” You rifled through your bag, pulling out your notes and spreading them across the table.

Law’s gaze drifted down, scanning the pages. They were well organized—every chemical structure carefully drawn, names and enzymes clearly labeled, with helpful mnemonics in the margins. You had even highlighted key enzymes in a way that made them pop without overwhelming the page with color. He didn’t say anything, but you caught the slight flicker of something in his expression. Was that... approval?

He gave a small nod, leaning in to take a closer look. “Yeah, this part,” he muttered, pointing to a specific reaction, “it just won’t stick in my brain.”

As he spoke, he absentmindedly rubbed his cheek, before looking up at you with those intense, stormy eyes. For a split second, you forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly handsome he was—sharp features softened just enough by that calm voice. And here you were, supposed to be focusing on biochemical reactions, not him.

You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together. “Uh, yeah, this one's tricky. But the mnemonic I used really helps—let me walk you through it.”

Law’s gaze stayed locked on yours a moment longer than necessary, and for a heartbeat, the air between you felt heavier than it should. But then, just like that, the moment passed, and you were back to studying.

This was definitely going to be harder than you thought.

After hours of intense studying, testing each other with questions you thought might appear on the exam, you both hit a wall. The material was exhausting, and your head was beginning to throb. Law, who was usually so composed, seemed more drained than usual. He kept rubbing his face and leaning back in his chair, while you let out a sigh every now and then.

"Think we're done for the day?" you finally asked, the weight of your tiredness catching up with you.

Law gave a small nod, looking equally worn out. "Yeah, pretty much."

Packing up your things, you both stood up and made your way out of the café. As soon as you stepped outside, you noticed the sky had darkened, and the evening had settled in. You zipped up your jacket, slipping your hands into the pockets to ward off the chill. Law paused for a moment, glancing down the street in silence, before he turned to you.

“Where are you heading?”

The question hung in the air, casual but with a hint of something else. You knew he wasn’t offering to walk you home—Law didn’t seem like the type to make those kinds of gestures. But if you were headed the same way, it wouldn’t make sense not to walk together. Besides, you had to admit, a part of you hoped your routes would match up, giving you a little more time with him outside of studying.

You nodded towards your direction. “Just heading to catch the bus.”

Law simply gave you an approved hum.

A small rush of relief washed over you as you both started walking together in comfortable silence. Law wasn’t great at small talk, but somehow the quiet wasn’t awkward. There was something reassuring in just sharing the space with him, without the need to fill it with forced conversation.

The rhythmic sound of your footsteps filled the void between you, yet got distracted when someone from behind was starting to yell.

"Yo, Law!"

The sudden shout made you freeze mid-step, and you turned around, startled. Law, on the other hand, immediately pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly recognizing the voice and not being pleased about it. He let out an annoyed sigh, his irritation evident as he turned to face the approaching figure—Penguin.

As Penguin jogged over, Law’s annoyance only deepened.

“Do I know you?” Law deadpanned, cocking an eyebrow at the young man who now stood grinning before the two of you.

You wished you could run away and hide immediately, trying not to admit that you recognized Penguin from Law’s social media. A sense of shame crept in—stalking his profile hadn’t been your finest moment, but curiosity had gotten the better of you. And now here you were, face-to-face with one of Law's closest friends, feeling oddly exposed.

Penguin, unfazed by Law's sarcasm, chuckled. "Ha, ha, very funny. What are you doing out here?"

Before Law could answer, Penguin’s eyes shifted to you, his smile faltering briefly as surprise flashed across his face. Then, as if putting pieces together, his expression morphed into a knowing grin that made your stomach flip. Law could see it coming a mile away.

He glanced back at Law with a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly ready to stir the pot. “Is this your girlfr—”

“No.” Law cut him off sharply, his voice cold and final, giving Penguin a glare that could have frozen water. “What do you want?”

Penguin raised his hands defensively, the grin still plastered on his face. “Alright, alright, geez. Just wanted to say hi.”

For a moment, you stood awkwardly between them. Law’s frustration with Penguin was unmistakable, but it was hard to miss the closeness between the two. Still, the tension in the air was thick enough that you almost wanted to step away and give them space.

Law rolled his eyes, sighing quietly before shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "Studying and reading over your thesis. I’m not finished yet, though."

Penguin waved it off with a casual gesture, looking genuinely grateful that Law had even taken the time to read through it. You were surprised by how civil Law was being—especially after all the grumbling he'd done earlier about the puns. But he didn’t bring that up. Not a single complaint. This brief interaction gave you a deeper glimpse into Law. You couldn’t help but hope that cold, cutting stare would never be aimed your way, even though Penguin seemed to be used to it and taking it lightly.

"No biggie, take your time," Penguin replied, still grinning. Then his eyes flicked between you and Law. "Hey, you guys walking home? Mind if I tag along?"

You felt a twinge of disappointment, secretly wishing you and Law could’ve had just a bit more time alone together, but you knew better. Penguin was his friend, and you couldn’t exactly say no. Law, true to his nature, simply nodded, giving you no real choice in the matter.

The three of you started walking down the street, the night air cool but not uncomfortable. It wasn’t long before you realized you’d have to split off, your route separating from theirs. From their easy back-and-forth, you figured out that they were flatmates, heading home together. When the time came to say goodbye, the parting was brief—Law’s nod short and polite, Penguin throwing you a casual wave.

You boarded the bus, your thoughts still lingering on the evening, hoping you'd have the chance to arrange another study session with Law soon.

As you disappeared down the street, Penguin couldn’t help but shoot Law a sidelong glance. “So... who’s she?”

“Uni colleague.”

Penguin raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You never meet up with people from your uni.”

“Apparently I do.”

“Since when?”

“Since now,” Law snapped, his voice a little sharper than necessary. “Now leave me alone, for God’s sake.”

Penguin chuckled, but didn’t push further, knowing well enough that Law didn’t like talking about his personal life. Still, he couldn’t shake the curiosity. In the years they’d lived together, Law had never met up outside of classes with anyone from med school. He always studied alone, either holed up in his room or in the quiet corners of the library. Law had always claimed studying with others was inefficient, a waste of time.

Yet, here he was.

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 1

Nova Crosby -

9:33 pm

Sidney had never cared an inch less in his life about anything, when he got ushered off to the locker room mid game only to get handed a very distressed Luke on the phone he knew something was wrong. Luke only called once a week, on Thursday afternoon because it's something he's always done with Sid, to help build a solid relationship and good repore with him.

"Hey Luke-" Sid had started but before his lips could even form the words there was a barrage of information, but Sidney only registered two words. Though it could be down to the way Luke was speaking like his life depended on it or the blaring of sirens in the background all Sid heard was; Nova, Hospital.

"Where." Sid had demanded as he tapped around on the screen for the speaker function, throwing the phone down on the wood bench with a thud that made the attendant that dragged him off ice cringe. Yanking the strap of his helmet off, throwing it haphazardly into the little nook where it sat, gloves and his jersey started a pile of the floor, followed by his girdle and shoulder pads.

"North Shore, we're about 10 minutes from there." Lukes voice wavered, he was having a remarkably hard time keeping it together watching the EMT's tending to Nova's limp body, laying pale under the sterile lights of bare flashes of blue and red peek through the windows.

"I'm coming, I'll be there tonight. Let me know the information as soon as you have it." Sid huffed, his undergear stubbornly refusing to come off around his ankle. Using a wet towel to wipe the game he got to play off of him and pulling his suit on, not worried about fastening his tie, shoving it in his pocket and grabbing then phone, jamming it back to his ear and sprinting out of PPG paints arena.

"I will see you then Sid, I promise to keep you updated." Luke said, squeezing against the wall of the ambulance as an EMT brushed past him attending to Nova, keeping her stable as they passed under the streetlights, the big hospital building looming in the horizon, little squares of light from the various rooms got bigger as they neared the building.