This is a collection of separate KidLaw drabbles, mostly that I've posted on tumblr already, but prompts are always welcome (I'll only write them when I feel inspired though).

The first one was written for Ventusio, who gave me the prompt for this. It's a modern AU.

Please enjoy and leave a review afterwards! :D

All I want is for you to come home

Law looked at the clock on the plain, white, hospital wall. He still had fifteen minutes until his shift was over. It hadn't been a very busy day, but he was looking forward to go home. Kid was probably waiting for him with a delicious meal, which he could greatly appreciate. His red haired boyfriend might not look like it, but his cooking skills were nothing short of those of a professional. It almost made him drool, thinking of Kid, standing in front of the stove, making some kind of pasta. Well, it didn't help that the man was wearing nothing more than an kitchen apron, inside Law's mind.

The dark haired man opened the top few buttons of his white coat to grant himself some cool air. He didn't have another patient on his operation table anymore today anyway, so he just had to do some final paperwork. But he could also go home now and do the paperwork tomorrow. Yes, that sounded like a perfect plan. Hmm, he hoped Kid was making some kind of pasta. Law was really in the mood for pasta.

He opened the rest of his doctor's coat, locked his office and walked toward the locker room. Nobody would miss him those last few minutes.

"Doctor! Doctor Trafalgar!" a nurse behind him called out.

Annoyed, Law turned around. "Yeah, what is it?"

Apparently the nurse had been running, because she seemed out of breath. "We've got an emergency! All the other surgeons present are occupied. You're the only one who could help at this moment."

The black haired man sighed, but buttoned up his coat again. Kid would have to wait, he couldn't let a patient die. "What's the situation?" He asked while following the nurse.

"Some guy got into a fight. He's stabbed in his chest and his arm, both very deep. The tip of the knife might even be somewhere inside his body," the young woman informed him. "He's brought to the emergency room now. He was still conscious when they found him, let's hope that's still the case."

Their fast pace, brought them to the emergency room very quickly. Law put on his surgery-outfit as quick as possible and walked into the room.

Once he saw the patient, his heart stopped beating.

No, no! This couldn't be true. He refused to believe it, but those red locks were unmistakable. It took him less than a second to reach the patient's side. To his relieve he could see the man was still conscious, meaning he hadn't lost too much blood yet.

"You Stupid! What have you done?!" Law asked a little angry, but mostly just worried sick.

His red haired boyfriend looked back at him with hazy eyes. "Got… in a fight," he managed to bring out.

"Oh, never mind. Don't talk," Law commanded. Kid could better stay as quiet and unmoving as possible.

The red haired man apparently thought differently. His hand grabbed the surgeon's arm. "Law, I've always loved you. Remember that."

"Don't talk like you're going to die, asshole!" the doctor said. He tried to stay calm, but on the inside he was panicking. It was very possible, after all, that Kid wouldn't make it. He knew the redhead was only partly saying these things because he really thought he was going to die, partly was probably also due to the painkillers he had gotten. "I'm gonna fix you. Have a little faith in me, will you?"

Kid smiled – which was a rare occasion on itself – and squeezed his boyfriend's hand slightly, with the little energy he had left. "If I survive… marry me?"

Law laughed at the absurdness of the situation. The other man really didn't know what he was saying, did he? Still, Law couldn't help himself. "You'd better start planning a wedding then."

His face turned serious again and he nodded at his colleague. "Anaesthetize him."