Malleus Maleficarum
(AU where Reina is a witch, and Law is a vampire.)
"I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, send the bones tumbling from the dying pyre. At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow falls from a summer's sky."
Reina was a witch— both the supernatural kind, and some days, even personality wise. She belonged to no coven, instead preferring to remain alone in her endeavors. A companionless existence was less likely to warrant notice than being in the company of others of her kind, after all.
With that being said, moving to a town full of supernaturals and supernatural hunters wasn't the wisest decision for her choice of solitary lifestyle, as it turned out.
The humans were always so blissfully ignorant, but those who were no longer mortal had a way of sniffing each other out. From day one, there was always some stranger with pointy fangs walking a bit too close to her, someone who smelled distinctly of dog lingering for far too long, or someone with a stake hidden poorly under a coat eyeing her.
Those were always the easiest to pick out in a crowd, but they were not the only oddities prowling about in the town. Dragons walking in the flesh of humans, fairies masquerading as playful individuals, sphinxes strolling down aisles of ancient tomes in aged libraries. They were harder to pinpoint, not as blatantly obvious in their mischief as the more common creatures, and were thus a bit more tedious to deal with in terms of avoidance.
Make no mistake— she was perfectly capable of holding her own against oncoming threats. It took all of two seconds for her to zap fry someone, or turn them into a toad. The concern came into play with the risk of too many supernatural creatures or hunters taking note of her abilities, and deciding to target her. She might have magic on her side, but anyone could fall prey to being outnumbered.
That's when she met him.
She had never had a particular affinity for vampires; the ones she had encountered in the past had always reeked of blood. But he wasn't so bad— he was at least bearable.
His name was Trafalgar Law, and no, the stars didn't align for them to meet. He didn't save her from her harassers, and she didn't rescue him in any manner or fashion. Not yet, at least.
He simply showed up at her doorstep one night, inquired as to whether or not she was a witch— which seemed unnecessary considering he didn't wait for her to answer— and stated that he needed a favor. Users of magic were renowned for their crafts such as elixir and potion brewing, and that was what he sought.
Still yet, his daring approach was most certainly odd, considering she didn't even know the man. He had quite the gall to approach her so boldly, but that was what intrigued the sorceress the most. He must have known that she could hex him, turn him into some repulsive creature, but yet he wasn't backing down. It led to a sarcastic, albeit rather amusing conversation, and things grew from there.
That was two years ago. Now Law was a regular at Reina's small apartment, and she had managed to convince him to allow her to offer her aid in regards to his mission of revenge against a man named Donquixote Doflamingo. She knew little of the story or why Law sought vengeance, but she did know that his adversary was an ancient vampire. They were always trouble.
As much as he had disliked her assistance at first, she proved to be invaluable. A witch was someone you wanted to have on your side, and Reina had proven that time and time again. She had gotten Law out of more than a few tight spots when the resident beasts or a stray member of the Donquixote Family got too ballsy and decided to attack. Once, she had even turned an entire group of young vampires who had ganged up on him into mice, and sold them all to the local pet store to be used as food for snakes— savage.
Her antics were amusing, but never when the tattooed vampire was on the receiving end of the stick. As mentioned, a witch was someone you wanted to have on your side; not someone you wanted to piss off. Unfortunately, sometimes Law had a way of utterly failing with his words, and invariably angered the woman. Those were the times he woke up the next day and often discovered that something or another was horribly wrong with his body.
Sometimes she wasn't even that direct. Sometimes she cursed him, and he walked around in a fit of bad luck all day. It could be the clouds parting at the wrong time and revealing sunlight that he was forced to flee from, something falling on him or him tripping, or even prey escaping him during a hunt.
But that was honestly not the worst case scenario. Being turned into a toad was bad, being cursed was bad, but having a hex thrown on him was horrible. She had only done that to him once, when he truly warranted her genuine ire, and he had made sure to avoid the topic that had led to his misery ever since then.
Other than those particular instances, however, she proved to be a valuable ally.
Now the witch was hard at work in her apartment, studying countless formulas, taking great care to perfect her current concoction. The sweet, soothing scent of incense filled the area as she studied, and several obscure herbs and odd ingredients sat upon a shelf just above her head, waiting to be dumped into her cauldron.
The sound of the front door creaking open did not distract her from her current reading material, and as the familiar figure emerged in her doorway, she idly stirred her boiling ingredients.
"Reina-ya," her guest suddenly ground out, pressing himself to the wall where the shadows were thickest, "I've told you before— close the blinds!"
"What?" Her head bobbed, and she turned away from her stew of peculiar alchemical ingredients. It was then that she took note of her companion's predicament, and lifted her brows.
"Oh, whoops, would you look at that. I must have forgotten to close them." Her tone was only mildly apologetic, and Law felt a faint throb in the back of his skull from his rising annoyance. He had just arrived, and she was already testing him. Honestly, this woman was a bit too teasing in her ways sometimes.
With a casual flick of her wrist in their general direction, the blinds slammed themselves shut, blocking out the sunlight. Law emerged then, practically gliding from the shadows.
"Be more careful about that. It's hard enough to get here during the day as it is." He warned her, voice low. Reina's grin only grew, and she glanced back to her cauldron, snapping her fingers and feeding the flame with a burst of magic.
"Well, you shouldn't have lost the potion I made for you that allowed you to bear sunlight for brief periods of time. At any rate— I smell blood on you. Did you feed?" She inquired, now busying herself with taking inventory of her hex materials.
"On Doflamingo's men, yes."
"Oh, wonderful. I'm sure he'll be absolutely delighted about that."
"That's the point." Law countered, and his female companion sighed heavily, turning to face him with a scolding, wagging finger.
"Listen, I already had to hex some of the people who saw the bodies from your earlier feast, and when that wasn't enough, I had to tamper with their memories. You know I don't like doing that— I haven't mastered that yet."
The vampire shrugged then, the motion dismissive.
"I didn't ask for you to hex them, or screw around with their memories."
"Yeah, well," Reina's voice dropped and she pursed her lips, shuffling towards her grimoire she kept stored on a bookshelf then, "it's just...I worry about you."
The remark was quiet, almost frustratingly so, but Law heard it all the same. Reina inwardly cursed the vampire's heightened senses.
"Why? Don't pretend like you don't keep an eye on me." He commented, inclining his head in the direction of a crystal ball covered with a red, silken cloth. It was about the same shade of red that the witch's face turned upon realizing she had been busted.
"You— I don't—" She stammered, attempting to defend herself, but ultimately giving up the futile struggle in the end as Law made his way over to the veiled object.
"You know that's considered spying, Reina-ya. Stalking, even." His hand reached for the carmine silk, lifting it slightly until he caught a glimpse of what lay beneath. Fog swirled in a glass sphere, and hazy images flitted to and fro.
"I'd hardly consider it spying on you, Trafalgar." She hissed, scurrying over to swat his hand away from the object. He lifted a brow at her, fangs flashing in a toothy smirk.
"So you don't deny that you've done it?" His accusation had her sighing once more, and she swept a hand through her long, charcoal hair.
"Okay, so maybe I use the crystal ball to check up on you occasionally. But it's only for your own safety, so shut up, alright?" He was rewarded with a prompt smack to the chest when he chuckled quietly to himself.
"Stalker." He mocked calmly, and she shot him a glare over her shoulder as she returned to her cauldron.
"Keep calling me a stalker, Jaws Jr., and I might just rethink the gift I made for you." She taunted, reaching across her mixing station to pluck up an intricate pendant.
It was a small vial that hung on a dark rope, with a bit of matching frayed rope around the cork that kept the contents from spilling out. A small wand of solidified clay marked with symbols and harboring a jade in the center stood out amongst the various other ingredients, and Law arched a brow.
"And just what is this, exactly?" He drawled, his frigid fingertips reaching out and coiling around the charm.
"Well it's not a hex, so you can stop looking at it like it'll kill you." She snorted, before she shifted her weight to her opposite leg. Law could hear the blood pumping faster in her veins— she was nervous about something.
"Reina-ya." His eyes glinted in the low lighting as he looked to her. She knew she couldn't hide her emotions from him; not when they made her heart pump so furiously and taint the air with the intoxicating scent of her life force.
"Just...just humor me and wear it tonight, would you?" She bargained, and he couldn't deny her. She had never led him astray with her conditions, no matter how peculiar they might be. He was a vampire, a supernatural being, but magic was still a somewhat befuddling thing to him. Witches weren't like his kind; they didn't just feast on blood and have a few extra unnatural benefits on the side. They were magic users, and magic entailed nearly anything. Law still felt as if he only knew half of what Reina could pull out from her sleeve, and he had seen her showcase a lot of things.
Wordlessly, he slipped the charm on over his head, and let it settle against his chest. Almost immediately, he could sense a faint thrum of magic stemming from the contents within the vial, and it mirrored the magic he could always sense pounding through the witch's veins. This was something she had taken the time to place an enchantment on.
He didn't stay much longer after that. He had only stopped by to warn her to stay in that night and to not interfere with his plans, and then he left as quietly as he had entered, minus the small tantrum regarding the blinds. Reina was left standing in the open, alone in the silence, with her arms crossed over her baggy sweater. She fiddled with the sleeves of it, chewed on her bottom lip, and practically stared a hole through the door.
She knew he was going to try and go after Doflamingo's men again, knew that was why he had cautioned her to stay indoors. She had been aware that he had been planning this for a while now, and that was why she had given him the enchanted necklace. The second the sun set, he would be on the prowl, and that concerned her. It always did.
The last attempt he had made to track down members of the family led him to venture past the outskirts of town, where she could no longer see him with her crystal ball. She had been unable to help him when he was ambushed by a group of other supernaturals. And although he emerged fairly unscathed, the fact remained that there were people out there who wanted him dead, and that deeply concerned her. But it mattered little to Law— all he cared about was hunting down that man.
Over the past two years, all attempts turned out to be unsuccessful. Reina had warned him long ago that Doflamingo likely had another, if not multiple, supernatural beings lurking around; and at least one of them was bound to be a magic user. It seemed like a somewhat plausible explanation for the impossibly well hidden base, at any rate.
The sorceress tried to keep herself from peeking into her crystal ball after Law's departure; she really did. He could fend for himself and she knew it, but still she fretted. Needless to say, it didn't take her very long to scurry to her crystal ball, tugging the sheet off of it. The fabric fluttered to the floor, and the magical object swirled with blurred images and fog that came into focus only when the witch channeled her magic into it.
The reflection of Law soon emerged, and he had already covered significant ground from what she could tell. Blasted vampires and their enhanced speed and durability. She'd kill to be able to move that fast.
Even though the vampire was returning to his own apartment rather than hunt Doflamingo's men at the moment, the enchantress still was apprehensive about letting him wander around alone. Especially during the daytime, when he was significantly weaker and had no choice but to avoid all sunlight. That left far too many chances for him to be cornered. But having her travel in his company was equally as perilous. Supernatural beings could sniff out one of their kind from a mile away, and the larger the group was, the more notable you were.
But when night fell, she was certain he wasn't going to remain idle, and that concerned her. It wasn't her place to stop him from pursuing the man who had killed Law's most cherished person, but she wasn't going to sit on the sidelines so complacently.
Nightfall soon overtook the bright hues of sunset, and with the rising moon came trouble. Any night was a chance for the supernatural to roam and cause mischief, but tonight in particular would be a memorable one.
Reina was prepared to lose track of Law in the crystal ball. He had an infuriating tendency to wander out of her range of sight, after all.
Normally, she wouldn't have thought much of it. But the problem was that he had disappeared several hours ago, and she had seen not even the slightest glimpse of him since. She couldn't even hone in on his general presence, which bade very ill.
The dark haired woman grew more and more anxious as time passed, until finally, an agonizing hour later, she managed to catch a glimpse of him in her enchanted sphere.
He was bleeding, roughed up pretty good, and he was not alone.
A man was with him, although it wasn't Doflamingo. And thank fuck for that, because she wasn't prepared to tangle with an ancient vampire.
No— this man was of the undead variety just as Law was, but he seemed to have a clear advantage over him, likely stemming from the silver bullets he was firing off in rounds.
The enchanted necklace she had gifted Law with was laced with a spell for safe travel, but it would seem that wasn't enough to deter the more experienced. She had, however, managed to ward off any other unwanted guests for her friend through the use of the charm.
Narrowing her eyes as Law was kneed straight in the gut and promptly thrown into a collection of wooden crates, the witch could feel her magic swell and pulsate in her being, roaring to life with anger at seeing him hurt.
Fine. They wanted to hurt him? She would make sure that they didn't walk away unscathed, either.
Knowing that Law was going to scold her heatedly for this but not really caring, the witch settled in a seated position before her crystal ball, and moved her hands in a hypnotic fashion. Words poured from her lips; incantations and chants repeated with indomitable focus.
"Nunc revertar ad te omnes actus negativity. Omnia mala temetipsum viam velis mea voluntas tua. Omnes actiones, cogitationibus et sermonibus odii facta fortuna tua decrevi."
The crystal ball shuddered heavily, but her voice remained steady in volume and pace. The man assaulting her vampiric companion suddenly stopped, his attacks deflected and unable to connect with their target anymore.
"Quibus omnibus in altis et sapientes mundi per maria caeli caerula lateque per triennium nocte et die, viribus, hoc volo, sic potest esse."
Her power grew with each word, and the images in her glass sphere swirled wildly, trembling before settling once more.
"Nulli nocere non revertetur ad me."
Casting the final verse of her protection spell, the witcheress dug deep, her brows clenching and her jaw tightening. Her magic reached a crescendo, and the man's reflection she gazed upon doubled over as she inflicted him with a hex.
Law was able to gather himself in that brief window of time, and with alarming force, he grabbed some splintered wood from the broken crates and used the largest shard to puncture the other vampire's heart. Reina was out the window and in the form of her Familiar, a sleek raven, in an instant.
She arrived on spot minutes later, while Law was still regaining his breath. He had been grazed by silver bullets and had a multitude of wooden splinters wedged beneath his cold flesh.
His glare was heavy when he heard her swoop in; heard the shimmer of her magic as she phased back to human form. He directed said bitterness towards her in the form of a sharp look, but she did not waver.
"You're hurt." She swallowed heavily, a testament to her unsettled state.
"I told you to stay out of this." He reprimanded her, attempting to lean away from her warm touch as she wiped away the blood on his face.
"Yeah, well, you tell me a lot of stuff I don't listen to." She quipped, cleaning the remaining globs of crimson from his features. The only thing that stopped her was the tight grip that suddenly encircled her small wrist.
"You shouldn't be here. I mean it, Reina-ya." His voice was lower now, his jawline set tight. If she looked closely, she could see a muscle jump and flex.
"And you shouldn't be hurt. But we can't always get what we want, now can we?" She allowed her voice to drop as well, scanning over his injuries.
"You need blood to rejuvenate you." The conclusion was quick, and not at all false. Law had taken a beating, and a bit of blood would do him good; especially since he had been nicked with silver bullets.
A brief moment of silence passed, and Reina pursed her lips. Law, able to tell her exact thought process, suddenly released her wrist with an unnecessary force.
"No." He refused bluntly, narrowing his eyes at her. He could still feel the jump of her pulse from where he had placed his fingers on her wrist.
"Law, I'm not willing to argue over this. I trust you. I know you're not going to drink me dry. So shut up and take what you need." She insisted with a huff. She was getting impatient, but he could be just as stubborn as her.
He attempted to refuse her, and instead tried to get up and leave. That didn't go so well, because his legs couldn't quite support him in his weakened state. After several minutes of him groaning in pain and attempting to right himself, only to slouch back down in agony, Reina finally lost her patience. If he wasn't going to take the blood that he needed on his own, then she would just have to give his stifled blood lust a bit of a nudge.
She drew out a small dagger from within her sweater then, something she kept on her for a worst case scenario, and drew it slowly to her neck. He eyed her with sudden curiosity then, but his gaze quickly hardened into discontent and even frustration when she pricked the pale flesh.
The small prodding drew only a tiny swell of blood, but yet the smell of it hit Law like a freight train. He clenched his teeth, chest rising sharply as he attempted to hold his breath to avoid the alluring scent. He glared spitefully at the witch, but she leveled his gaze with a determined look.
"Drink." Her head tilted to the side, inviting him to the expanse of her slender neck. The droplet of blood trickled down her skin then, and the vampire's eyes followed it as if he were in a trance. The muscles in his throat clenched as he swallowed heavily, beginning to lean forward without realizing it.
He shouldn't be doing this, he told himself. He had more self control than this, surely. He had walked away from bloodier scenes without any incident, and this was only one droplet of blood. So why was it that he was still drawing closer?
He leaned in, catching a handful of her silken tresses and fisting them in his hand. Her breath hitched, and he could practically hear her heart kick into overdrive. He exhaled slowly, baring his fangs.
He drew closer still, until his nose brushed against the alabaster flesh of her throat. Her skin was invitingly warm, but what lay beneath was even more tempting. Inhaling slowly, the vampire allowed himself to be overcome by her scent, and his lashes fluttered as his eyes closed.
She smelled like exotic herbs and something distinctly sweet, like the sugary foods she ate so often, and her blood...it sang to him an utterly bewitching siren song. His breath fanned across her skin in heated waves, a direct contrast to his frigid body temperature, and he nudged her with his fangs. It was a tiny motion, something to test the waters with. She didn't retreat, or even flinch for that matter.
"Are we really gonna do this dance? Get on with it, Trafalgar." Her voice was meant to have a teasing air to it, but instead it only came out breathless.
He was going to lecture her later for encouraging bad, bad habits.
With a surge of unquenchable enthusiasm, Law sank his fangs into her pale neck, puncturing the skin and tapping into her supply of blood. It rushed into his mouth, and he hissed in relief at the pleasant flavor.
Her head flung back at the connection and she cried out, screwing her eyes shut as her hands flew to his back. She gripped and clawed, but he didn't feel a thing, because he was drowning in the essence of her.
He devoured her like a starved wolf at a feast, clutching her almost too tightly when she squirmed and whimpered. He could taste the power in her veins, the magic coiling through her cells, and something warmer that resembled affection. He grew drunk on it.
"Law—" She gritted out, gasping as she swallowed and gulped for air, attempting to ground herself. Her vision was beginning to grow hazy, and panic washed over like hot water, hauling her back into reality.
Something was wrong.
"Law, you're hurting me." She tried to convey it to him, to make him understand, but he was lost. A witch's blood was no mortal blood, after all. It was potent, and tasted like raw power.
She scratched at his back and began to thrash, but she was a mere gazelle caught in the claws of a lion. His cold body was impervious to her attacks, for she herself had cast a protection spell on him that would not wear off for a good while now. She was too frantic to collect her wits and dispel it.
Law had never shown any signs of being incapable of taming his appetite for blood. He always seemed so in control of it, having reigned in his insatiable hunger, but now she realized he was just convincingly good at donning the mask of ascendency.
His frosty skin felt like fire against hers, the contrast was so drastic. They were far too close, and she knew he could feel her heart pounding against her chest; could feel the thrumming of her pulse point beneath his fangs.
He should have stopped by now. He was taking more than he needed; was being greedy. He should have regained control now, but his grip on her only continued to tighten, until it reached a painful degree. There would be finger shaped bruises on her skin soon enough.
With one last heartfelt heave, she managed to dislodge the vampire, forcefully depriving him of the completion of his feast. His eyes were wide and wild, pupils blown full, and for a moment, she feared he might not recognize her— that he might descend on her and finish the job.
But then his eyes came into focus, and she was suddenly lifted from the ground. The transition was swift and fluent; so seamless in fact that if made her feel queasy.
"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, but she managed to bring herself to shake her head. The movement alone took far too much energy, and her cranium throbbed with a heavy weight.
"Don't be, it was my fault. I offered to let you do that. I'm fine though, so don't worry about it." She was lying— she didn't feel fine at all.
"No, you're not fine." His tongue swiped half-heartedly over his lips, cleaning them of the lingering droplets of blood. "I took too much from you."
Well, that certainly sounded ominous. She wasn't quite sure how much "too much" was, but considering her entire body was beginning to feel numb and tingly, she figured it was a substantial amount. How long had she spent trying to push him off, exactly? How much had he siphoned from her during that time?
Her eyelids felt like iron; cold and weighted. She wasn't sure how much time passed before she managed to open them, but the world was a blur around her, with Law's face at the center.
"I'm...about to pass out." She warned him, struggling to form the words.
His eyes glinted as they flicked down towards her. He was a vampire, but he was also a practiced doctor, and he knew all too well that the amount of blood he had drained from her system was going to wield that result.
He stared down at her for what felt like a lifetime to Reina— but in actual reality was only a split second— with his face set and unreadable. But then there was resolve and a sense of urgency, and suddenly the world tilted on its hinges as he took off with her in his arms.
She didn't recall losing consciousness, but when she woke up next, she was tucked into some sheets with some horrid speckled design on them. There was an IV pole next to her, and a blood bag hung stationary from it. Half of the contents were drained, and she groaned as she sat up slowly, glancing down at the IV in her arm.
"Don't move too quickly." Despite its familiarity, the voice startled her nonetheless, because it was so close. Her head swung to the side, and there she found him, reclining next to her with a thick medical book in his hands.
"What the fuc—" She trailed off then, cringing as her head throbbed painfully. She groaned, clenching at her skull and massaging her temples until they quit pulsating. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose then, her lips twitching as she peeked at the blood bag again.
"...How did you know what blood to give me?" She murmured, her voice feeling oddly strained and coming out a bit raspy. Law didn't glance up from his book, but a small smirk ebbed onto the corners of his lips.
"Because you tasted like an AB+, so I performed the transfusion accordingly." He responded casually, as if it were totally normal to be able to identify her in such a manner. She snorted weakly, falling back onto the pillows situated beneath her head. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of confirming his theory; that she actually was an AB+ blood type.
"...Are you mad at me?" She spoke up quietly then, her eyes glued to the ceiling. It was dim in the room, with the blinds on the nearest window pulled shut to block out the morning sunlight. Law's brows dipped downwards then, and she didn't need a verbal confirmation to know that he was displeased with her.
"I was just trying to help you, you know." She pouted, grumpily turning over onto her side and inching away from him. He sighed, and she heard the sound of his book snapping shut.
"You encouraged a vampire to drink your blood, Reina. I could have drained more from you than I did. If you hadn't of pushed me off, I would have kept going, and then your condition would be much worse." His tone was clearly unhappy, evidently a bit snappy even, and hot moisture stung the corner of the witch's eyes.
"Fine. Next time I'll just turn you into a frog and leave you there in pain, asshole." She sniffled then, and he stiffened beside her. His eyes strayed to her, almost in disbelief, as he processed the fact that she was crying.
Guilt immediately washed over him. He had been the one to inflict harm on her, and she really had only offered him her blood with the best intentions— the intention of saving him. And now he had made her cry.
"Reina-ya, look at me." She squared her shoulders stubbornly, squirming further away from him and yanking the covers up to her chin. He resisted the urge to sigh, and rested his hand on her shoulder, gently attempting to turn her to face him. She stiffened her whole body, pressing her weight down into the mattress as she held her ground. But he was stronger than her, and managed to overpower her.
Her eyes were glassy when he rolled her over to at last meet his gaze, but she blinked the evidence of any tears away and frowned readily at him. He supposed he somewhat deserved that miffed look she was giving him.
"I'm sorry. I know you meant well, and I do appreciate you helping me." The words were heavy on his tongue, but he knew when an apology was warranted. She narrowed her eyes at him though, clearly incredulous of his attempted atonement. But he was genuinely apologetic, and she seemed to realize that after a long while of picking apart every aspect of his expression.
She relaxed under his grip, before a tiny smile passed over her features.
"Apology accepted. Although I'm still tempted to turn you into a frog for being a dick." She drawled, and he cringed at the thought, causing her to chuckle as she rolled back over.
"Go back to reading your book. I'm going to take a nap." She murmured, sinking into his blankets and enjoying the fact that they smelled just like him. She curled into a tiny ball then, adjusting her position until she was comfortable. She settled then, her breathing evening out and her expression fading into something more peaceful.
Law took a moment to examine her, making sure that she wasn't in any pain or discomfort. The sleeves of her sweater had slid down her shoulders in her twisting and turning, and beneath the dim lighting of his room he could make out purple bruises in the shape of fingers. Again he felt a wave of guilt, because those markings were his doing. He would have to apologize for that later, as well.
Turning his attention back to his book, the vampire turned the next page, only to have a massive tarantula fall from the pages and settle in his lap. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.
"Reina-ya." He gritted out as the enormous spider began to inch up towards the hem of his pants. Its multiple eyes blinked passively at him before he swatted frantically at it, stopping it from going into his pants.
Law could feel the bed trembling softly with Reina's attempted efforts of muffling her laughter, and as the spider persistently clambered up his leg, he swore to himself then that he was going to get her back for this.
[A/N: A word of warning, don't bother translating what Reina said in Latin using a translator. It'll spit out gibberish, most likely, but I used a spell incantation I found online, so that's what she's reciting. Now, with that out of the way; this was an idea I toyed with for a while, debating on whether or not I should publish it. I had loads of fun writing this and there's so much I could do with this concept, but I'm not sure if I should make another chapter. What do you guys think? At any rate, like I said, I'm open for suggestions regarding prompts for Law and Reina. These one-shots are refreshing to write, and a good way to get my creative juices flowing; I'll definitely be doing more in the future. C: I hope you guys enjoyed this!]