Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader One Shots

Dancer Law x Dancer Reader

After stopping to breathe in for a second you realized you had the whole morning to yourself since everyone else would be busy trying out for the rest of the roles. This was a good time to have some alone time and relax, all on your own, with no one else to bother.

You chose a free room you knew no one would use and decided to practice by yourself, in a slower and relaxing pace to the sound of your favourite piano songs.

The breathing exercises helped your body unwind and go with the flow of the music. Absentminded, slowly putting one foot in front of the other and opening your arms wide you let the music guide you.

And as the pace changed, little by little, your pace quickened until you were running and jumping around doing spins with your eyes closed.

You imagined yourself on the big day, your heart accelerated, a huge croud in front of you, another bold jump, your body adorned with the most beautiful ballet dress you had ever seen, a quick spin, on your head a a feather crown fit, a little slide to the side, as you spun in your partner's arms, your back arched to the ground with your legs fixed for support, a dark faceless male figure, you smiled and opened your eyes.

"Hello." - The closed up face of a smirking tanned man appeared in front of yours.

You didn't respond, thinking your eyes were pranking you at first, only when you felt his hands oh the back of your waist holding you so you wouldn't fall did you realize you weren't dreaming...

"OH MY GOD!" - You panicked and as your arms retracted you accidentally slapped him, as a reflex he let you fall to hold his hurt cheek - "OW!"

You sat up, rubbing the back of your head, looking up at the stranger you'd never seen in your life.

"I'm sorry but you shouldn't have scared me like that." - Your half apology altered his good mood to a bad one.

"Yeah, maybe I should've let you fall when you were jumping around and posing with your eyes closed." - His sarcastic deep voice started to irritate you.

"This is a private pratice, you shouldn't be here in the first place!" - You got up cleaning your clothes from the dust.

"Then maybe you should put a sign on the door, in case you can't tell I'm no fortune teller, although I could tell if I didn't hold you back then, your fat ass would be hurt from falling right now!" - His comment made you gasp and lock eyes with his heated yet stone cold gaze.

"Like a scrawny guy like you could even pick me up and hold me up!" - You faked mocked, despite usually not being like this your patience had hit it's limit with this stranger.

Suddenly he picked you up and threw you up in the air, where you screamed for help and then clung onto him once you fell back down into his arms.

"Feel that? All real." - He whispered as you felt his muscles flex in the tight embrace he held you in.

You were too shocked to look away from his victorious stare, so you buried your head in his chest, your whole face heating up.

He chuckled but a second later felt the awkward silence that prevailed, and upon inspecting a bit of your red ears, he too got slightly embarrassed from showing his childish side...

The two of you didn't speak, each simply skipped to their side, leaving each other's warm confort.

"I have to go-" - You spoke at the same time, prolonging the awkward moment - "-practice-..."

"Stop saying what I'm saying!" - You huffed and turned around facing the opposite direction.

"Tsk." - He didn't properly speak but you could tell he was even more annoyed...