I already know it's Trafalgar. Chill.

Law: How did we ever get married....

Me: Heh... You didn't really have a choice.

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You, yourself, a chemist. And a swordsman with the alchemy-alchemy devil fruit. Don't you just sound like an over achiever...

Because you are.

You work at one of the biggest bars near the docks (you have bills to pay life isn't free of charge) were all the different times of perverts and other perverts come to drink and be pervs.

You were halfway through your shift and nearly done with these shit heads. Wen suddenly it all went silent. You turned and guess who it was...

The marines. Why must it be those mother-

"Table of ten." The marine officer said sternly.

You were about to escort them to the table of 10 bitches, when your pushed to the floor by some drunk hard.

"*hick* Hey! Why don't you *burp* show us a good time! *hick* strip!" The drunk hard said, about to pull up your skirt, until he noticed you were wearing pants.

He started to try to pull on those instead, but you calmly  lifted yourself from the floor, your cheek got bruised but meh. You'll hit him once your shift is done.

You went back to working as someone else took the marines order. Oh look, it was someone's birthday... You guessed.

After your shift was done, you beat the crap out of that drunk hard.

"Admirable, miss..?" Someone asked.

"(Y/N)." You said not caring to turn around.

"Yes, quite admirable miss (Y/N)-ya. Nice name." The person said.

"Blah, blah, blah, I have work to do Fuckboy. See ya later or never. Alligator." You said waving and walking away.

You started walking home and cleaning. Why? Well, your daughters needed a better place to live in.

"Oh! Kausham! Baskerville!" You sang patting your legs. Your daughters meows back at you.

Baskerville was a black cat with emerald eyes, Kausham was orange and white with amber eyes. Yes, you were a simple cat lady.

The both walked away, you filled their bowls with cat food and suddenly they lovingly came. 

You started studying because keeping a job, surviving, taking care of 2 daughters, being a swordsman, having a house, a devil fruit that yet to be understood, and a chemist needs studying. You weren't born in a wealthy family, your parents didn't leave you a ton of money after their death. Come on, you aren't Batman.

Thought you did sound like him during puberty....

While studying, a knock on your door was heard. By your cats. You were concentrating. The stranger let theirselves in, sitting on your sofa spot.

Your cats did try to attack them, in their weird way, but the person just tched and threw catnip at them, they went wild.

"MMMEEEOOOWWWWW!" You heard, you ran to your living room, finding Baskerville with his cute kitty paws in the hair, with a stoned face. While Kausham was licking, jumping, humping, scratching going crazy on none other than....

Trafalgar Law.

But you were laughing and filming/taking photos.

"Miss (Y/N)-ya, this isn't a matter of laughing. Please remove this animal off of me." He said sternly with his Fuckboy sexy voice.

You turned serious.

"What did you say?"

"Remove this animal from me." He said again.

You suddenly punched him as Kausham layed beside her sister the same way she was.

"THESE ARE MY DAUGHTERS FUCKBOY! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BITCH!" You yelled grabbing your sword.

"Did I hit a sensitive subject?" He smirked. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh kill that dipshit.

You started a battle between him as your cats just laid on the floor.

After you ran out of patience to deal with this Fuckboy, you just stopped fighting. You put your sword back and went to get a glass of water. Making Law raise an eyebrow.

After coming back from your refreshment, you just sat on the sofa.

"Get out Trafuckboy." You said sternly way annoyed.

"Hm... Why should I?" He asked with the smirk.

You rolled your eyes and used your pot plant to turn in to a beast to take him out.

As Law tried fighting the beast you hit him hard with a frying pan, knocking him unconscious.

You threw him in your basement and locked the door.

You spent the rest of your night watching stuff and checking on your stoned cats.

It was about 2:30 AM when you feel asleep on the sofa, not bothering to go to your room.

It was Saturday, you didn't have to work. You tried lifting up from your bed...

Wait....

Your bed?....

Holy shit....

You have magical daughters...

You tried lifting up again, but not just your body falling back to sleep, but a pair of strong arms around you, you figured that warmth was just your cats.

"Morning. Your basement wasn't as nice as your bed. So I came here." Law said with his head on your neck.

"Did you rape me?" You asked.

"Hm... No. That would be too much. So I just cuddled with you." He said.

"Where are my daughters?" You asked, feeling that they weren't here.

"Those furry dirt makers? In my ship. I might consider letting them live..." He said hugging you closer.

"Let them go." You said, secretly enjoying the cuddles from this evil dipshit kitty hater.

"If you join me, I might consider.... Don't even try, I have you chained to the bed..." He said, kissing your cheek.

You broke free from the chains and ran to his ship, well submarine, finding your cats inside playing with two men in boiler suits. They turned to you and suddenly had nosebleeds.

You looked at yourself and noticed Law had only left you in large shirt that almost showed the lady. He saw you nude... Bastard...

"Did you really think I hadn't thought of that? Tch..." Law said behind you.

To be continued....

I'm continuing this because it will be to long for one chapter. 900+ words.... Dang.