"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."

"Other than the grim metaphor, that's sweet." Nami sipped her coffee, "For Law at least."

"His love language is details." You mused, "He stalked Zoro for three months to calculate how to make him arrive on time."

"That sounds psycho." Perona laughed.

"You haven't heard about how he stopped Doflamingo from finding the venue and crashing the wedding." You scoffed, "That was a headache."

"Really? Fufufu."

You and your bridesmaids jolted in shock at the man standing in your doorway.

"How?!" You groaned.

"I'm always ten steps ahead of the brat." He grinned, "It's because of me his frosting is a little to pink for his liking."

You let out a whine at his words, knowing how much more stress this guest is going to cause.

"I know you love to make his life miserable," You sighed.

"Indeed."

"But could you please- for me at least- not turn him into a bigger bridezilla?" You bargained.

The man pretended to consider your offer, a sly grin curling his lips.

"No." He answered nonchalantly.

"Why?!" You groaned.

"Weddings are so boring, I want to have fun."

"Is there anything that'll convince you to not destroy this very expensive and time consuming event?!" You shrieked.

"There is one thing." He grinned.

You gulped, nothing was ever simple with him.

Meanwhile Law rearranging the ornaments in your bouquet for the fifth time.

"Tra guy!" Luffy waved from the parking lot.

Law gulped, clenching the bouquet.

"You're early, Strawhat-ya." He said through clenched teeth.

"Of course! That way I can get more meat!" He exclaimed with star shaped eyes.

"You'll get to eat meat later, why aren't you dressed?!" He scolded.

"Huh?" He looked down, "Zoro has my suit."

Law's eye began to twitch, his grip almost destroying your bouquet.

"And where's the spare one, Luffy?" He asked, trying not to kill the man.

"That's in my car." He grinned. Law let out a sigh of relief, calmly placing the bouquet on the table.

"And where's your car so we can go get it?" He scanned the pirate in search of a form of keys.

"In the ocean." He answered nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Me and Ace drove it into the ocean yesterday." Luffy explained, a bead of sweat rolling off his forehead.

He remained stoic, letting out a sigh.

"Find a suit or I'll kill you." He grumbled, walking away.

Law checked his watch, two hours until it began. Now to check on the bride, to make sure she was actually getting ready.

Arriving at your bedroom in the cabin, he knocked.

"W-Who is it?!" You squeaked.

"Your fiancé." He crossed his arms.

There was a loud shuffling in the room, as two closet doors were banged loudly.

"Is everything okay?" He inquired.

"Yep!" Your head poked through the door.

Law cupped your face in his hand, analysing your progress in silence. To you, it was just blank staring.

"Is it the wrong color?" You interrupted.

"What? No." He answered, snapping out of his thoughts. "You look lovely."

You smiled, "Don't you have a caterer to yell at or something?"

"Your man of honor left his suit with Zoro." He retorted.

"What about the spare one?"

"In a lake, where he'll be shortly if Zoro doesn't come."

You scoffed at his answer, "Is the rest of your men ready?"

"They'll be here in twenty minutes to help set up everything else."

"Fine, you're good at planning." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't stroke his ego it's already big as it is!" Nami shouted from behind you.

You face formed a sly grin, "I'll be stroking something else tonight-"

"I'm not listening!" She interrupted, the other two bridesmaids covering their ears as well.

"I'll let you finish being a bridezilla for your special day." You shooed him off, "Love you!"

"Love you too." He snickered.

After closing the door you let out a sigh, glaring at the barely concealed Doflamingo.

"Couldn't you have at least tried to hide?!" You whisper yelled.

"And ruin my expensive suit?Fufufufu " He retorted, climbing out of the closet that was too small for him.

"Did it have to be pink?!"

"It's fuschia."

You raised your brows in indignation at the grinning flamingo of a man.

"And please, never mention stroking my nephew in my presence ever again." He pleaded, everyone else in the room nodding in agreement.

**

It was time for the ceremony and you were a nervous reck. Your hands were shaking, your throat was dry and your legs were nearly giving in.

"It's okay to get cold feet at your weeding. It's okay to say no, too. Your taste in men is questionable, and the brat is a weirdo-"

"Shut up." You muttered, clutching the desk in front of you.

"I can't believe I'm actually marrying him." You muttered, smilling.

"Trust me, no one can."

You and Doffy made your way to the location through a different route, just like Law planned. You placed yourself at the beggining of the aisle, bouquet in hand.

Everyone was looking at you in disbelief, some teared up as others stood in admiration. Both sides of the aisle were filled with loved ones, not a seat empty. Thank goodness everyone was able to come.

You took a deep breath, intelorcking your arm with Doflamingo's. Unfortunately the man was absurdly taller than you, and refused to crouch down.

Finally facing the groom, he was in awe. At first registering you, his eyes were filled with emotion. At the begging of your engagement Law warned he wouldn't be able to cry as you went down the aisle, and yet here he was nearly in tears.

Until he registered the existence of the bird-like man beside you, that is. He tensed in a mix of pure shock and anger, watching the man grin as he became closer and closer until arriving at the end of the aisle.

Doflamingo kissed the back of your hand as he joined the side behind you, mockingly.

You squeezed your soon to be husbands hands to impede him from pursuing muderous plans against certain family members.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Law and (Y/N) in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly. If any person can show just cause as to why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Bepo began.

Doflamingo parted his lips, but was immediately shot down by your glare.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may know kiss each other."

The two of you happily obliged, passionately kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife.

You walked together down the isle, allowing everyone to follow suit and cut the cake.

You raised a brow at the surprisingly pink-toned cake. Until you saw the wicked toothy grin in Doflamingo's face.

Meanwhile, Law was holding the cake knife a little too tightly while staring at him. You squeezed his other hand.

"Maybe I should cut the cake-"

"I'll do it." He snapped, still staring at the giant pink thing in the crowd.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Thank goodness the photographer was talented.

After slicing the cake he placed it in the delicate dessert plate you chose. Using the fork to cut a small a slice, he motioned it towards you.

You smiled, allowing him to feed you the slice. It was surprisingly sweet for his taste, the frosting melted in your mouth while leaving a vanilla aftertaste.

He interlocked his hand in your own and gave it a squeeze, while his eyes locked on your own.

A blush crept over your features as the butterflies in your stomach flapped around wildly. How did he still have this effect on you?

You cut a small slice for the man, placing it in his mouth.

"LET'S EAT!" Luffy exclaimed from the crowd, causing you to chuckle.

Soon enough the two of you were sitting at the sweethearts table, watching all of your loved ones scramble dramatically for food as if they were starving lions.

"Don't." You threatened your groom with a hand on his thigh, sensing his aura.

"How the hell did he find the party?" He asked, gritting his teeth while pretending to smile.

"I don't know." You shrugged with a hum, watching Luffy try to devour your wedding cake while Sabo tried to stop him.

"I thought you wanted to go down the aisle by yourself." He commented, placing his hand over your own.

"I did." You sighed, sipping the champagne, "But I didn't want to ruin your special day by letting him run wild."

"What?!" He exclaimed a little too loudly.

"It doesn't matter now, okay?" You hissed.

Clearly it did matter. Law knew that, you knew that, hell, everyone knew that. But there's nothing you could do now.

You let out a sigh, playing with your food.

"I'll make it up to you tonight." Law said, kissing your hand.

"Oh, you definetly will." You scoffed playfully, placing a dollup of frosting on his nose.

He glared at you, his hand moving towards the napkin but quickly dirtying your face with frosting himself, catching you off guard. 

"Hey!" You giggled, trying to wipe it off. "Perona will kill me if I ruin her work!" 

"Does she know it'll be ruined by tomorrow?"

"She knows my husband will show no mercy if I don't look amazing in his precious photos." You stuck your tongue out, grabbing your glass of champagne.

"Good." He hummed, almost proudly.

The two of you watched the bustling party in silence, hands interlocked.

"I love you." He sighed.

"I love you too." You smiled.