Roll, camera, action! (Trafalgar Law x Reader)

One-shot

"Cut!" - You yelled enfuriated trowing your hands to your hair - "What... the HELL... was THAT?!"

You looked at the two young actors who looked back in shock and fear.

"I'm paying you to make a porn, not an animal documentary!" - You exploded in their dumbfounded faces - "You, stop moaning like a brain damaged cow. You stop obling her like a rapist. I want love, passion, lust, feelings! And action!"

The two actors got back to work with you standing behind the camera making signals to the lighting and sound teams for adjustments.

Later on, after you finished various takes you decided for a well deserved break. The actors had followed your instructions and the movie was finally going as you wanted. Everyone looked tired already and it was just ten in the morning.

Another thing about your lovely person: not only did you instigate fear in people around you, mainly in your coworkers, but also tired them out, constantly demanding scenes to be repeated, all thanks to your perfectionist side.

But in the end it was all worth it and your bank account clearly showed that!

Who would have thought that an amatour photograph student could evolve to a brilliant pornography cinematographe in the time of their first 2 miserable years of college?

You had won against all odds and now you had a mansion and limosine to prove it! Pff! And they said this wasn't a women's field!

Anyways, as you sat in your office you heard knock on the door. You knew who it was so you let him in.

"Do you have what I want?" - The man nodded and gave you a small paper with a name.

"What the fuck!" - You glared at him ready to tear off his head - "Really Carl?! This is what you've come up with?? What even is this, some kind of prank?"

"No ma'm, it's a real name." - He calmly replied.

"Yeah, 'cause I totally beleave there is someone called Trafalgar D. Water Law on this earth!" - Your sarcastic tone didn't go unnoticed as you started looking around for things - "You just came up with the fakest and stupidiest name ever! It's like you just put random words together, like... Table... Garbage... D. Condom... Window!"

"Table Garbage D. Condom Window?!" - Carl held back his laugh knowing better for his life.

"Yeah and he'll be your new substitute if you don't find me someone real by tomorrow!" - You yelled with a slight blush covering your cheeks.

"Boss, I swear he's real. At least let him audition."

"Oh, he's here?" - Carl nodded in response - "Fine, bring him to the studio, I wanna see what he's got."

"As you wish." - He jokingly bowed before turning around and leaving.

You and Carl had been working together now for four years, two before you quit college and made this your full time job, so of course he didn't take your threats seriously, but he was no fool and still feared for his dear life.

Carl was sort of your manager, he casted most actors and did half your work by selecting the best so you didn't have to waist time with auditions. That's how dedicated you were to your work and Carl was your right hand, no matter how much of a scaredy cat he was.

Carl was the one who saw your talent underneath your nerdy looks and shy attitude during an exhibition at your university. He encounraged you to try new fields, including pornography. 

In the beginning you felt bad and part of some illegal evil clan like in those movies but soon you found your inspiration in the erotic field and pursued it. Of course your family wasn't happy knowing your career choice but they just had to deal with it as you didn't care for their opinion any longer.