Closure: Trafalgar Law X Reader

16

Today was the day.

You sat alone in the bridal suite at the vineyard you'd chosen for your wedding. It was a quaint vintage little cottage with one bedroom and small kitchen. Chiffon drapes allowed just enough daylight in to not be overwhelming. Robin had helped you get ready as Zoro poured drinks.

Taking a deep soothing breath you inspected your makeup in the mirror. 

“You look perfect.” Robin smiled, whisking an errant hair from your cheek back where it should be.
“Thanks,” you replied, nervous energy pouring out of you.

The entire day had been surprisingly smooth and quiet. Not something you expected on your wedding day. It also passed much too quickly. So quickly you somehow couldn't really remember much about it. Maybe your nerves had gotten the best of you. Before you knew it Robin was informing you it was time to go.

Your stomach churned as you left the suite. She handed you a large bouquet of flowers you didn't remember picking and adjusted your veil one last time. Zoro stood next to you in a crisp black tuxedo, his usually messy hair smoothed back at Robin’s suggestion.

He offered you his left arm and sighed, “Ready?”
“I- I think so.” You took another deep breath.

Robin had already passed through the double doors into the ballroom that had been decorated for your ceremony.

The music started.

It sounded so strange, slow and full of static. Your feet suddenly felt heavy. It was hard to move.

“F/N,” your cousin called quietly, “everyone is waiting.”

You nodded reluctantly and stepped forward. When you entered the ceremony space the lights were so bright you had to squint. The flowers were all wrong. It was starting to get hot and your lungs felt constricted. As you slowly moved forward you began to realize these guests weren't yours. Oh - you knew them, but they definitely weren't invited. The faces of all your would-be brother-in-laws turned from you to the groom waiting at the altar.

Marco.

“No.” You murmured through a shaky breath.
“Yes.” The blonde smiled, reaching for you.

How did you get so close so quickly?

“We always wanted this-yoi.”

You choked and gasped as he firmly towed you away from your cousin.

“F/N?” A serene voice pulled at the dark fringes of your vision, “F/N-ya.”

Law was leaning over you. Even in the dark you could see his brows furrowed in concern.

“I'm ok.” You rasped not convincing anyone.
He sat back to give you some space as you caught your breath, “Bad dream?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” You ran your hands down your face, caught somewhere between relief and a new layer of stress.
“Can I get you something?” He shifted to get out of your bed, stopping as you reached for his wrist.
“Can you just stay, please?”
His brows raised briefly, “Of course.”

He slid back under the covers and laid on his side facing you.

That dream left you feeling strange and unsettled. It wasn't a feeling you could pinpoint. Neither good or bad - but you didn't like it. You never thought you'd be so upset to see Marco waiting for you at the altar. Needing comfort, you moved closer and rested your head against Law's chest. He froze for a moment not expecting you to initiate contact.

“Is this ok?” He shivered as your voice resonated against him.
Adjusting the blanket he wrapped his free arm around your covered torso repeating, “Of course.”

A few moments passed while he felt and heard your breathing calm.

“Wanna talk about it?” He rested his chin on your head.
“It was so… weird.”
“Not scary?”

You leaned back deciding if you should tell him.

He watched your expression change and rubbed your back, “You don't have to share if you don't want to.”

This is a safe place.

“I just don't know how to feel about it I guess.” You settled against him again, “I was marrying Marco.”

Law hummed.

“It was all so wrong. The lights, the music, the flowers - him. I-I told him no. He could see me panicking and pulled me away from Zoro anyway.”

He frowned, unsure of what to say or how to shake his annoyance with how you were treated. Even if it was just a dream.

“What would you like me to do to help?”
“A distraction would be nice,” you held onto his shirt, “I haven't seen you since this morning. Tell me about your day.”
He relaxed a little more and closed his eyes, “I had a few consults in the morning.”
You chuckled softly, “I'm sure you enjoyed that.”
Law scoffed appreciating your sarcasm, “I just wish people weren't so exhausting. I only have so much time to get the information out.”
“And they ask so many questions.” You added.
“Consults for cake go similarly I take it?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, “continue please.”
“Then I had a staff meeting that honestly could have been an email. But admin likes to watch us suffer.”
“At least you didn't have to be with patients.” You murmured, closing your eyes.
“The silver lining.” You could hear the smile in his voice, “After that I had a quick lunch and then back to back bypass surgeries.”
“That sounds stressful.” You yawned.
“It was, but they went well. After everyone was in recovery and I talked to the families I came home. I had the dinner you left for me and  here we are.”
“Did you like dinner?” Your words were starting to run together as you grew tired again.
“Yes,” he yawned as well, “you haven't left me anything that I didn't enjoy.”
“Good.”
“I think it's time for sleep again.”
“Mhm …ni-night.” You nuzzled into him.
“Sweet dreams.”

Music woke you the next morning. The melody of an older indie rock song filtered into your room through the open door. You rolled over and stretched. Aside from the music you could hear your fiance shuffling around in the kitchen accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee and…bacon?

Oh gods, was he cooking?

Images of your pristine cookware being tortured with incorrect utensils and burnt stuck-on food flashed before your eyes.

Rushing through your morning routine, you finally rounded the corner into the kitchen. Law was washing up some dishes while wearing your apron, which was comically short on him.

“You don't have to look so alarmed.” He almost laughed, turning toward you.
“I-” you did your best to adjust your expression.
“I've paid attention.” He pointed between you.

You followed his gesture to the set table. Two plates with bacon, eggs and toast sat across from each other. For whatever reason that filled your chest with warmth.

“You always make all the meals. And it was a rough night so…it's nothing special but -”
“Thank you.” You almost grinned, “This is very nice, don't say it isn't special.”

Law smiled back appreciating your praise more than he realized he would.

“Have a seat then.” He removed your apron and set it aside, “Cora-ya will be here around noon.”