One Piece Oneshots

Law

"No! No! No!" Law stomped his feet while the poor caterer stood in silence.

"When I said buttercream frosting with hints of strawberry I did NOT mean this!" He motioned towards the cake.

"If these were hints to solving a mystery I'd know the killers name and birth!" He went on, massaging his temples.

"I-I'm sorry sir." The caterer squeaked, hiding behind their clipboard.

"It's too late to do anything now! We'll just have to live with the most important day of our lives tasting violently of strawberry and disgusting all of our loved ones!" He went on, walking around the venue.

As he passed the tables, he squinted at the fabric.

"Who the fuck placed this?! It's so wrinkled it needs Botox!" He growled, spreading the satin.

"I did."

Laws frown immediately became of shock, composing himself for his bride.

"And why were you setting tables when you need to rest for a perfect complexion?" He scolded.

"Because someone is mistreating the caterers." You retorted, fixing his tie.

He scoffed, crossing his arms. "I wouldn't have to if they did it right-"

"The first time. I know sweetie." You sighed. "This is why there's an emotional damages fee on our bill."

Law rolled his eyes, "I'll be nicer. Even if-"

"It comes at the expense of our special day which will set the tone for the whole marriage." The two of you said in unison.

"You really need to stop that." The two of you said once again in unison. He frowned.

"Behave." You scolded your fiancé, "And you know the most important part to me-"

"Is the honeymoon in the private suite." He completed, you glared at him.

"I just want a perfect wedding for my perfect bride. Is that too much to ask?" He sighed.

"Remember Law, other humans are incapable of achieving your impossibly high standards of perfection." You teased.

"That's not true." He scoffed, "You look perfect all the time."

You rolled your eyes at the compliment, tucking a loose strand from the curl roller filled hair behind your ear.

"I have to get ready before my soon to be husband loses it." You sighed, "Will you behave?"

"Yes." He groaned.

"Good." You smiled, kissing his cheek before leaving.

The man cracked a small smile, which faltered as soon as you left.

"Back to full speed! This needs to be perfect!" He ordered.

Meanwhile, you sat in a chair as one of your closest friends did your makeup.

"Are you sure this is the matching tone?" Perona inquired, holding the lipstick.

"Yes I'm sure." You confirmed for the fifth time.

"I don't need bridezilla on my tail." She scoffed, applying the color to your lips.

"For how long has he been acting like this?" Nami asked, sitting on the bed behind you.

You pursed your lips in thought, "Since he proposed to me?"

"Wasn't that over a year ago?"

"Yes." You groaned, "Law's usually a meticulous person but this wedding is like the heart surgery he's been waiting to dissect."