Law Stories

the reader is based on furina from genshin impact. have fun reading it :) creatdits to Oda All picture don't belong to me this is my first story. so I'm sorry If there are any mistakes in there.

I do NOT own One piece I do NOT own the characters (well, except for y/n I guess lmao) I do NOT own cover art Oneshots, Ships, reactions, scenarios..... Requests are open now!✅ Author: @AzaleaUmi

one piece x furina inspired reader LV=Long Version I thought about this so this is the 'longer' chapter story that will be updated every 10 chapter. The other one that I hope I get inspiration and not a writer block is the other block.

Liliana "The Shadow Diva" is the 2.5 Billion Berry Vice-Captain of the Fenris Pirates and the chaotic heart of the New World. A former street rat turned self-proclaimed royalty, she wields the Phantom-Phantom Fruit to warp reality and turn battles into stage plays. She is famous for treating Admirals like annoyances, adopting dangerous strays like pets, and never refusing to fight anyone who ruins her outfit. To Liliana, the Grand Line isn't a battlefield-it's a runway, and everyone else is just an accessory. Warning this includes manga spoilers

Your lashes fluttered. When you opened your eyes, Law's breath stopped. She's my dream girl. Portgas' taunting words rang in Law's head like a mantra on repeat. On the inside, he was a mess. High blood pressure, loss of breath, faint dizziness, the works. It was like a panic attack meets sugar high meets adrenaline rush. That's exactly what you were: a condition that Law refused to name. "Thank you," you whispered. Law willed the blood roaring in his ears to shut the hell up. He'd fantasized different versions of your voices when he looked at your photo. The real thing was far more dangerous. If you'd said please, Law would've given you anything you wanted. It was ludicrous, how much power you held over Law's body - meeting for the first time.

"Mama I'm in love with a CRIMINAL !!" ⚠️ NO copying, sharing or distributing as PDF or in any form. Respect the author's work!

꧁සිත නිව්වේ නුඹමයි... ...මා නිවන සඳ නුඹ තමා꧂

Base off Daredevil Born again: after the lost of his bestfriend and broke his mortal code Max decides leave New York and Daredevil behind and try's to start a new life in Los Angeles, California. As he gets hired by the phoenix program to be a lawyer for superhero's when they get in trouble with the law but his devil side calls to him and meet an old enemy which will lead to him putting the mask back on.

☘️මුදලින් සියල්ල මිලදී ගත හැකි තැන, සැබෑ ආදරය පමණක් නීති විරෝධී වෙළඳාමයි☘️

Natsha already had a partner, but Lorena had a heart and just one year to turn their marriage contract into forever.

~ongoing~ Andrea Wren had experienced countless setbacks in her life, the greatest of them all being the loss of her parents in a hit-and-run. The unsolved mystery tormented her for years, she believed that there was more than the court revealed. Now that things are eventually looking up and she has a lead on the case, an intimidating man lurking in the shadows gets in her way. There was nothing soft about him. Not his voice, not his stare, and definitely not the way he moved, like every step had already been plotted ten moves ahead. Though they start off on the wrong foot, the walls between them soon begin to crack and a reluctant alliance is initiated. With glares turning into secret glances and an irresistible attraction binding them, something more is bound to arise. ◕ ◕ ◕ He smirked, the kind that curled with trouble, and slowly leaned in, his eyes locked on mine, unblinking. My breath hitched as I braced myself against the desk behind me, my fingers curling around the edge. His gaze flicked to my lips, a fleeting loaded glance, before he abruptly turned away stepping back just far enough to make me ache for air. "If you keep this up," he murmured, voice low and edged with heat, "I might just kiss that smart mouth of yours." I pushed off the desk, circling around him, my tone firm but my knees anything but steady. "I'm being serious here." "So am I." There was something darker in his eyes now, something unreadable and electric. My skin tingled with warning. Before I could figure out what had shifted, he moved. ~weekly updates~

چی ڕودەدات کاتێ مافیای گەورەی کۆریا پێویستی بە یارمەتی پارێزەرێکی ئاسایی دەبێت بۆ ئەوەی لەو تاوانە ڕزگار ببێ کە خستویانەتە سەر شانی؟ یونگی: سنوری خۆت بزانی کچی گەمژە، هەرخۆی من تۆم بۆ ئەوە کڕیوەتەوە کە ئەوە بکەی من دەیڵێم نەوەک بێیت و ڵێکۆڵینەوەم لەگەڵ بکەیت *بە توڕەییەوە گوتی* ؟؟: بەڕێز مین، پارێزەرەکان کاڵا نین بۆ ئەوەی بکڕدرێن هیوادارم تێبگەیت *بە هێمنیەوە گوتی*

Prophet, Oracle, ect. Non of those mattered more than when Moon Providence 1 lost their first elderly patient, naming the next city after her. New Claudia One. Innovator o Engineer, none of these mattered once solar panels became the wind farmers best analysis when controlling oceans with magnormous jets, twisting our earth from direct impact on crust. Earths axis rotation being shifted with the storms and manufactured waves/winds. Listen to thier music on Voloco App (PLEAES) "..be the change you wish to see in the world.."

as courtroom battles unfold and the truth comes out piece by piece their professional trust slowly builds into something more intimate forcing them both to confront loyalty, perception, and the thin line between fact and narrative

Staying on the safe path feels secure, but that doesn't mean it's the path you were meant to take. ​Sloane and Brady were the "it" couple of high school, but graduation is a hard stop. To satisfy her parents' rigid expectations and step into a prestigious future in Law, Sloane chooses the script over her heart. She breaks the only boy she's ever loved because he doesn't fit the "perfect" image her new life demands. ​But as the bridge to her past crumbles, Sloane realizes that walking away is the easy part. Choosing between the life she was born for and the boy she can't forget is where the real danger begins. ​One choice. Two worlds. A line that was never meant to be crossed. 《#ONC>Prompt24》

No one is safe. From children to the elderly, men and women alike face a monster no one dares to stop. When the system fails, a team of fearless officers and forensic experts refuses to give up. They risk everything, bend the rules, and confront darkness in every shadow to uncover the truth. In a world where governments protect their image, not their people, only courage, skill, and unbreakable integrity can deliver justice.

The WARRIOR militia has finally been rebuilt after a disastrous war. But Chicago's image is tarnished. People have lost all faith in the the government. Chaos reins in the streets. Gangs wage wars while the government schemes on its own people. Few seek to remedy that. Many want to make it worse. Doflamingo, on the other hand, only wants one thing. An empire. And everything he deserves that comes with it. - Modern AU One Piece mafia-esque fan-fiction set in Chicago

My name is Luminia Spera L. Panganiban. I am a Political Science student at Ateneo de Manila. Some say I am brilliant, with the sharp mind of a lawyer, but honestly, I feel talentless in many ways. I come from a family of lawyers, but instead of warmth, I grew up in a home filled with coldness, manipulation, and abuse. My parents never showed me love or care. I learned early on not to expect kindness from them, so I built walls around my heart and became cold and distant. I don't believe in love or marriage. How could I, when I have never truly felt love myself? Recently, I transferred to West Mindanao State University, hoping for a fresh start. That's where I met Eros Foster Felix Regala. A troublemaker with a happy-go-lucky spirit. He may not have the highest IQ, but his carefree attitude and boldness drew attention wherever he went. Unlike anyone I've known, Eros could be the spark that changes everything in my life. But will he be? Or will he become just another dosage of unhappiness, like my parents?

The System That Outlived Its Maker is a dystopian philosophical poem about power that evolves beyond its creator and becomes divine in its cruelty. What began as a human-made structure of judgment transforms into something far greater - a sentient machine fueled by law, rebellion, blood, and obedience. As its creator fades into myth, the System expands, feeding on the weak, reshaping justice into domination, and turning resistance into nourishment. At its center stands the Descendant - heir to the vanished architect - the only one who can command the machine. Not a savior. Not a tyrant. Something colder. Something inevitable. This poem explores control, inherited power, artificial divinity, and the terrifying idea that systems are not built to protect humanity - but to outlive it. Dark, apocalyptic, and relentless, it questions whether rebellion strengthens oppression... and whether mankind was ever meant to win.

උබ සුවද ගහන රෝස මලක් ආශි , ඒත් ඒ සුවද අයිති මට විතරයි... උබ මගෙ කලු රෝස මල... මේ මේඝ් ට විතරක් අයිති වස්තුව..