Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader One Shots

Photographer Law x Model Reader

Note: no smut just touchy!

Reader's pov:

"Don't worry, the guy is a professional. This will be good for your portfolio!" - My agent tried to encourage me as we walked inside the building his supposed photographer friend lived at.

"If he's a pro then why does he need me, a rookie model? I get that it will be good for me, it just seems too good to be true!" - I tried reasoning with him but he wasn't having it.

"Do not back down on this shoot! Do you hear me?! Our future depends on it!" - He scolded despite the fact that I was getting into an elevator and he wasn't coming in.

"Aren't you coming in?" - I asked afraid of the answer already.

"Nope! Good luck!" - Just like magic he disappeared in thin air leaving me alone to take on the beast.

I pressed the button with the respective number to his floor and waited for te doors to close. I was shaking at this point: my agent was weird, the guy I was meeting up was weird, everything sounded so weird and sketchy!

This wasn't the first time I got tricked into having a weird agent scheduling me odd shootings with strangers I never heard of. It was the most common kind of scheme in the model industry and I just had to jump from agent to agent until I found a good one... But I had no luck until now.

I hope that this one will be at least as easy to get out of like the previous one, I remembered the old memories of me hitting a male model who kept touching me inapproprietely during the session with a huge light from the studio... I still get threat texts 'til this day... But I made the right choice!

I jumped, startled by the elevator's door finally opening. 

This is it.

I took a step out of the elevator box while doing breathing exercises to calm down. 

As usual of me, my bad luck didn't let me see that someone was just around the corner, going in for the elevator as I was going out, when the needle of my heel suddenly got stuck between the floor and the elevator making me lose balance and stumble...

Luckily for me, the stranger's crotch caught me... right in the face!

Because in no world anyone expects a girl flying out of an elevator to kiss your crotch, the stranger also lost balance from the impact and we both ended up falling to the hard cold white tiled ground.

After a few seconds of silence and realizing the position I was in I shot up, stumbling back in panic and embarrassement all written all over my face.

"I-I-I-I'M SO SORRY!" - I managed to say waiting for him to get up too - "M-MY H-HEAL GOT S-STUCK!"

I heard him groan and watched as his gorgeous features slowly appeared as he sat up to look at me with an annoyed expression.

He was tall, slender, a bit muscular, quite gifted from what my face felt, tanned, had black spiky hair, golden tired and narrowed eyes, dark eyebags under, with unique clothing style and tribal tattoos peeking out.

"Why is this always happenning?" - He whispered in anger but I heard it.

"Really? It does?" - I coudn't help my curiosity.

He finally looked up and kept a blank face while clearly examining me.

"Are you (Y/N)-ya the model rookie?" - His question caught me off guard.

It can't be!

"Y-Yes, who am I speaking to?..." - I watched as he got up and slapped the dust from his light blue spotted pants.