Okay Yall...this Is My First Ever Law/reader. I Wrote This After A Bottle Of Wine, On My Phone Notepad,

Okay yall...this is my first ever Law/reader. I wrote this after a bottle of wine, on my phone notepad, past my bedtime so it's definitely not proofread. Forgive me.

Warnings: slight suggestiveness, mention of needles, stitches, wounds

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It couldn't have been a simple flesh wound. It would have been far too easy a battle if that were the case. No, you had a gaping slash of a wound carved right into your shoulder and with all the bloodied bandages piling up beside you on the operation table you thought surely the bleeding should be slowing soon.

You took a deep breath and gave a half hearted smile to Law who looked clearly lost in thought as he meticulously set up the metal tray with a needle, surgical sutures, fresh gauze.

"So, am I going to live, doctor?" You tried to joke with him but his eyebrows furrowed as he continued his setup by stretching gloves over his tattooed hands. When he finally looked at you, you could swear you saw a look of guilt wash over his features.

"This is a bad wound, Y/n... of course you'll live but..." he seemed lost in thought and you couldn't shake the overwhelming urge to reach out and cup your hand against his cheek. He seemed genuinely upset.

"...but?"

"You're going to have to take off your shirt," he said completely ignoring your attempt to get him to finish his sentence.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. If it hadn't been for the throbbing pain in your shoulder you would have forgotten that you were his patient and not living out some sexy fantasy with the man you had been desiring for so long. There was one problem, however, you couldn't take the shirt off by yourself.

"Captain..." you spoke so softly that you were surprised when he looked to you.

"I cant...I need your help." While you hated feeling helpless, the thoughts momentarily rushed you. Flashes of his inked fingers snaking up your stomach as he lifted the thin cotton shirt over your breasts and over your head.

"Y/n-ya."

His voice and a sharp, biting pain brought you back to the present.

"We will do it slowly then," he said as he reached for the hem of your shirt. You felt your heart begin to speed up despite the pain. Your pink cheeks betrayed you as he looked into your eyes.

"Gently now," he was so soft spoken as he began to lift your shirt. "We are going to go up and out with your good arm, then your head, and then the bad arm, okay?"

"Okay," was all you could say as he finally made his way past your breasts--luckily you had decided on wearing a bra today. As he maneuvered the shirt around your arm and then your head you dared to ask him, "why do you look so upset, Captain?"

You winced as he gently peeled the remainder of your shirt off of your bad arm. "It's nothing..." he replied stoically.

"This is going to sting," he announced as he leveled a needle near your gaping wound. "This will numb the area so i can stitch you up."

You prepared yourself with a deep breath and as you exhaled you squeezed your hands into fists to alleviate the pain of the injection.

"Good...now stay still," he said as he began threading the suture to the needle and then put it to your shoulder. "You'll feel some pressure," and just like that he was back to looking forlorn.

"Law...what's going on, really...? Something is happening inside that head of yours," you said firmly.

There was silence for a few minutes and then quietly you heard him mutter, "this is my fault."

"How is this your fault?"

"If I would have only made it to you in time you wouldn't be here right now. I should have been paying attention," he sounded almost sad.

"I'm perfectly capable of saving myself, Law." No more "captain" pleasantries were spoke because you knew using his name hit closer to home

"I know you are! But...i..I can't stand to see you hurt." You could swear you see a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks but you brush it off.

"Because you're a good captain, Law. But please know this isn't your fault. We all had our own battles and I'm just glad no one else was hurt."

He seemed to contemplate this for a while and as he did, the tiredness began to seep into you. You couldn't feel him working on your shoulder but you closed your eyes and imagined what his warm hands would feel like under different circumstances.

You knew sleep was beginning to take hold because you felt a sudden warmth envelope you. A wave of relaxation moved in as solid arms scooped you up and moved you through the cool hallways of the Polar Tang.

You could be dreaming it, but you were being lowered onto a bed that you knew was not your own. It smelled like him--warm cedar and mint. You relished in this dream as you snuggled into the blankets. And as you continued to drift and dream you could swear you heard him say, "I promise to protect you next time."

And you knew he meant it because he reached over and gently tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear. And you didn't wake until the next morning.

So I got this today!

Long hair Law... Long hair Law... Long hair Law... („ಡωಡ„)

I might need a minute to recover. Pinterest would be the end of me... Is it that hard to credit the artists?

☆ Artist : ???

No matter which one wins, everybody loses!

turned on the light in my pitch black bathroom and all 3 of my cats were on their hind legs, in a circle, beating the shit out of each like some secret feline fight club

*gets excited about the story i’m going to act out in my head before i fall asleep*