It has been two weeks now since you managed to get the oh-so-cold doctor, Trafalgar Law, to blush. You admittedly feel a slight tint of guilt, it isn't like you were toying with his emotions. You do think he's a good looking man. You didn't lie or hurt him, or at least you don't think you did. Since that encounter he's been avoiding you as if you were acid. Which isn't all that fun for you. Luckily, you have other things to occupy your time with. Shachi and Penguin let you play cards with them, although you suck. And you had become really good friends with Bepo, he even cuddles you if you're cold so that his fur warms you up.

Maybe I should apologize to Law, he has helped me out a lot and if I really did hurt his feelings, it would be rude and quite frankly, uncalled for...

You let out a quiet groan as you roll out of bed, making your way to the door. "Who knew an asshole like him could be so sensitive." You mutter irritably, you don't particularly like apologizing, especially when it's been so long. Like two weeks. Upon opening the door, you almost squeal at the sudden figure standing outside. Your eyes adjusting almost instantly, realizing it was just Penguin.

"Jeez! Don't creep up on me like that!" 

"[f/n]! Were you speaking to somebody?" Penguin asks, trying to peek around you, to what he must assume is a second person. You barely manage tuck away your embarrassment, your [e/c] orbs trailing from left to right slowly.

  "Just myself...I have a tendency to do that. What do you want anyway?" Trying to change this awkward subject before it even begins, you stretch out trying to insinuate that you have only just woken up and haven't been awake for hours but just deciding to stay in bed, thinking about apologizing to Law.

"I came to tell you breakfast is ready!" Penguin turns, rushing toward the kitchen. It's like he's excited for breakfast today, beginning to wonder why, you start making up all sorts of scenarios in your mind, following behind him. Entering the kitchen, you blink in astonishment, everyone is in here together, everyone. Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, Jean Bart, some of the other crew you hadn't been introduced to properly since they're always so busy, and even Law himself sat at the table. Already digging into his food. This was a rare sight to see, you can now understand why Penguin was so excited about it.

You immediately feel your stomach drop from anxiety, the only free chair. The chair Shachi is signalling you to sit at is in between Jean Bart and Law, opposite Penguin and Shachi. This is not how you had planned to apology. You mentally force yourself to walk over to the chair, timidly pulling it out from under the table and sitting down onto it, your body still tensed up. This feels like those times when you were a child sneaking around in the night to get some food or drink and every single noise you made sounded like a chainsaw massacre.

"Help yourself to some food, [f/n]!" Shachi beamed, picking up some bacon with the tongs and throwing it onto his plate. You feel both Jean Bart and Law peek at you from each side, most likely wondering why you're being so reluctant to eat anything. You loosen yourself up a bit, enough to start picking out your food anyway. A smile starts to grow on your face. Though it was quickly destroyed as you put down the tongs after picking up some preferred food but then decide you want some more bacon, so reaching for the tongs again just as Law's reaching for them at same time causes your hands to brush together.

OH COME ON, REALLY!? WHY! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS TORMENT?!

You pull (more like whip) your hand away, gesturing that the tongs are all his for the taking. Hell, screw the bacon, it's not worth it! You rub your temple with your index and middle finger. You just know you're acting like a damn highshool girl, swooning over her crush who doesn't even notice her. Time to stop being that highschool girl! You're unwinding right now! You look up, your face now stern and ready. However you only look up to see Shachi and Penguin with wide grins on their faces, their eyes traveling from you to Law, then back to you, then back to Law. 

Oh dear Lord...Please...don't do it guys...  

ABORT. You look down at your food, rapidly starting to eat it, you can't even taste it, you just shovel it into your mouth to try and avoid any topic from surfacing at all. The crew speaking among themselves. Except for Shachi and Penguin, you could still feel their eyes shifting to you and Law, despite your refusal to make eye contact with them. At least Jean Bart and Law were enjoying their meals. 

"Aaw! Captain held your hand!" Shachi pointed out merrily, causing both you and Law to choke on your food. Your face is burning with embarrassment, you grab your drink, taking mouthfuls of water at a time, in attempt to clear your throat of half-chewed food and to attempt to hide your face, which is now so red, if someone saw you, they would surely assume you had just been beaten with a wet fish. You can still hear Law choking on the food he was swallowing as Shachi had his outburst.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Law snaps at Shachi, his voice sounds more like a croak as if something was still lodged in his throat. You lower the-now-empty glass from your face. Law's cheeks just about as red as yours, this is a relief. You put the glass down on the table, catching the attention of Shachi, Penguin and Law. 

Why are they looking at me like that? 

"[f/n]'s face is red!" Penguin points out loudly followed by hysterical laughing, the whole crew now looking over to see what the commotion is about.

"H-Hey, he's red too!" Defending yourself, you point to Law, who was indeed red also. Earning yourself a kick in the shin under the table, causing the table to jolt a little, only catching the attention from Shachi and Jean Bart. Though, throwing Law into it really isn't helping your situation. If anything, you just made it even worse for yourself.

"He is! Captain, are you and [f/n] going to get married?" Penguin leans over the table as if he really believes it's a possibility, his eyes beaming, obviously swooning over the very thought. You can't quite help the raising of your eyebrows as Shachi ducked his head under the table, as if he's trying to find out what caused it to move when Law kicked you.

"Tch. I'm not going to marry her! And I didn't hold her hand, it was an accident!" Law tries to defend himself but with no such luck, his voice is buried under Penguin's fanboying. Law shrugs, obviously deciding to give up and go back to eating his food.

"Did you guys see the table move?" Shachi asks, pulling his head back up, looking over at everybody.

"Yeah, I saw that too." Jean Bart nods but seemingly unfazed by it. He was still eating his food, minding his own business. Why can't they all be like that?

"Yeah, I felt the table move!" You make sure to sound surprised,a tint of sarcasm biting into your voice, you make sure to send a subtle glare Law's way. To your surprise, he must have been expecting it because though his head was nonchalantly straight ahead, his eyes were on you. He kinks his brow slightly, his eyes shifting to his food, as he finishes his meal. 

You decide that now is a good time to apologize, the crew were talking among themselves again, even Penguin and Shachi seem distracted from you and Law. Excellent.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you the other week." You try to make the apology discreet, but he mishears you. Just your luck.

"You're sore from last week?" one of his eyebrows raised, he obviously thought that was what you had said. You giggle quietly, ready to correct him but a wolf whistle absolutely slaughters your train of thought.

"You're sore from last week, huh [f/n]?" Shachi wiggles his eyebrows at you both, immediately causing you to bury your face into your palm. 

"That's not what I said!" you drop your palm into your lap, rolling your eyes, over to Law. "That is the last time I try to apologize to you." you calmly scold him, his light smirk etching into his features. Oh, you asshole. "You did that on purpose." you murmur, silently admitting defeat as your eyes shut, a small smile on your lips.

You like games, Trafalgar Law? Okay, let's play games.

"By the way, everyone! I got something really important to say!" you raise your voice a little, catching everybody's attention as you stand from your chair. You notice from the corner of your eye, Law even tilted his head to the side, curious of what you're going to say. Oh, you will see. "I'm thrilled to inform you all...that Law and I are getting married~" you break the false news to the crew, earning cheers and more wolf whistles from them. Even Bepo believes you, clapping his paws together at the happy couple. You turn your gaze to Law, giving him a discreet smirk making a statement, if your announcement hadn't done that already.

"Tch..." His face starts to go bright red, before he pushes his chair out, now standing and wrapping his arm around your waist, slinging you over his shoulder. "I am definitely throwing you overboard now." he grumbles quietly so only you can hear, before carrying you out of the room.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm dead. I am sooo dead! WHY DID I DO THIS?! THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!