#beppo

After a while I finally drew luffy’s wife 😂

And also here’s the previous drawing of Luffy 👒

Lordy, Beppo looks different in these early chapters.

Authors Note: Finally finished chapter two! I hope you guys enjoy :) THANK YOU FOR 50 LIKES ON CHAPTER ONE EEEK THATS SO EXCITING! My AO3 is also fetacheeseluvr if you would like to read more of my future stuff on there too! OK THANK YOU

Tags: TW FOR SWEARING AND BLOOD, flashbacks, fluff, comfort

^ Here's chapter 1 if you haven't read it

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2 Months Prior

You were in a haze.

You were on your hands and knees, scrubbing the deck of the Polar Tang as your hands began to bleed. You could feel bruises forming across your body while your muscles ached in defiance of your intent, breath staggering as your lungs froze from the cold that numbed your skin.

Everything was so messy.

The Heart Pirates had underestimated another pirate crew that attempted to assassinate your captain for his bounty, they ended up having a variety of different devil fruits that pushed your crews strength to its limit.

The air reeked of gun powder and ash, with hints of blood being carried in the wind if you focused hard enough. And it was all you could focus on, as it was painted across everything in sight. Loud groans and moans could be heard across the submarine while Law continued to preform a multitude of different surgeries on your crew, it has been going non-stop for hours; each cry you heard felt like a punishment from god.

The anger you felt made the pain that coursed throughout your body morph into nothing, you had no right to come out of the battle this unscathed. While your crew is fighting for their lives, here you were; not even able to clean fucking blood off this fucking deck. The humiliation you felt was not enough, the shame, the regret; you hoped the pirates rose from the dead so you could kill them all over again by yourself.

You are in purgatory.

You didn't even hear the door to the Polar Tang slam open.

"Christ, Y/N! What the hell are you doing!?", you are shocked out of your coma when you hear Law yell your name, your scrubbing coming to a sudden halt.

You freeze, slowly turning around to see Law staring down at you with widened eyes and hung mouth, his face covered in horror.

He was wearing his lab coat, once white is now covered in splatters of fresh and old blood. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, his eyes were sunken in and bloodshot. He was frozen in place, chest heaving and breaths uneven.

He looked scared. Was he having a hard time in surgery? Did he need your help?

"Law." You manage to choke out, not realizing how hoarse your voice was.

"Why the hell are you out here? You're injured-" He shouts harshly, yet his voice is riddled with a hidden concern that you manage to pick up. He starts to approach you, reaching for the stethoscope that is hanging around his neck.

"Go away, Law. I'm fine, I need to finish cleaning the deck." You quickly spit back, more angrily than you had intended. He did not have time to concern himself with you. You were upright, you weren't passed out in the infirmary or crying in pain. You were absolutely useless in battle, you couldn't save your crew from a few fucking pirates. You did nothing and yet your not the one paying for your failures. You were fine.

All this blood is so messy.

The stomping thats approaching you doesn't slow down, "Do you realize how long you have been out here? You aren't thinking straight right now.", he fights back.

Before he could get any closer, you plant your hands on the deck to help you get on your feet. Your muscles scream at you as you shakily begin to stand up, slowly becoming upright to face your captain. A sharp needle-like pain shoots up your legs as you try to keep your balance, vision blurring in and out of focus.

"Why the hell are you worried about me right now? The crew is-"

"Room. Shambles."

You feel yourself fall onto a cushion before you could process what just happened. You quickly scan your surroundings to see an empty operating room, you had never realized how eerie the dimmed iridescent lights made the space feel. Dread consumed you as you look down at the floor, blood painted across the cold blue tile. Your mind returns to questions about the state of your crew; why aren't they here? Are they all alive? Why is it suddenly so quiet? The sudden warm air meeting your cold skin makes your body shake involuntarily, you don't know what to do with yourself.

You then see Law walk past you, his gloves snapping as he pulls it up his arms. He then rolls a small table beside your seat, with nothing but a large bowl of water and a cloth. He dips the cloth into the bowl and rings out the excess water, before looking down at you. He looks so exhausted it's almost too much to watch, his drooping eyes making it seem as though he is about to fall asleep standing up. He was pale, dark bags dressing his under-eyes; yet here he was trying to take care of you. It almost made you want to puke, never feeling so weak and small in your life.

"You should rest, I can clean myself-"

"Shut up and give me your arm."

Law then takes your arm, not giving you any time to respond. He then begins to clean the stained and fresh blood off your skin, his touch so gentle you could barley feel it. The warm water clashed against your frozen skin, the instant relief sending shivers down your spine, as if you were bathing in the fountain of youth.

"You were out there for hours, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking? It's the middle of winter."

Law asks with a concerned sigh, you could feel his eyes glaring at you. It made you feel small, like the sun consuming shadows as it moves across the sky. Yet, you were too embarrassed to look back at him, so you continued to watch his hand as it scrubbed your arm.

"I was completely useless in battle, so I thought I'd at least clean the deck while you were treating everyone."

You admitted quietly, lips quivering in frustration.

"I'm sorry, captain."

He pauses what he's doing, which causes you to finally look up and face him. His eyebrows were pinched, eyes squinted as he was trying to read your face.

"What are you talking about?"

Was he mocking you? Or trying to test you to see how regretful you were?

"Because of my failure, the rest of the crew is fighting for their lives right now."

You look down at your lap, jaw clenched as your free hand balled in your lap in frustration. You deserved this ridicule, and whatever punishment followed once he was done with you. You deserved to be thrown out of the crew, it's not like they would even want to face you once they were healed.

"Yet here I am, completely fine when I should be dead."

Your eyes welled up before you could attempt to contain it, hands shaking as you tried to hold yourself together. He must think I look pathetic right now, or that I'm trying to cry to gain sympathy-

"Y/N, look at me."

You feel a warm glove on your cheek gently lift up your head, causing you to blink away the tears that blurred your vision. You were met with Law looking at you tenderly, like you would break if he looked at your the wrong way. The operating light that hung above you illuminated his face, which made him look warm, like an angel that was sent down to lead you to the heavens. His cheeks were dusted with a light blush, making him appear less strained. Your breath hitched, this image being too much for you to bear. How could someone surrounded by so much darkness still be so bright?

"You are running off pure adrenaline right now, you aren't fine."

He responds softly yet matter of factly, like he was trying to ground you back to reality. As the cold began to wear off your skin, you felt the reality of your injuries. The sting of all the cuts, the ache of the bruises, the stabbing of the frostbite; you weren't fine.

"It seems like the cold mixed with your injuries sent you in a fit of mania, and apparently memory loss."

He scoffs lightheartedly, letting go of your face before turning to head to the medicine cabinet. He grabbed a tray of various medical supplies and placed it on the table beside you, then taking off his bloody gloves and throwing them to the ground.

"You fought well, and the rest of the crew isn't your responsibility. You did nothing wrong, so just try and relax, you deserve to heal too."

He walks up to you, eyes unreadable as he gently lifts his hand to hold onto the back of your neck, while the other grabbed the bottom of your arm as he lead you to lay back on the bed. He was so close, and you couldn't look away as he looked back at you. The feeling of his rough skin on the nape of your neck was electrifying, it almost didn't feel real. Everything was so hazy and confusing, you were dancing between the lines of dreams and reality; until he touched you. It felt as though he saved your from drowning in angry waters, or as if he was a siren that could control said waters. He was a mystery that you wanted to tenderly unravel, no matter how long it took, and no matter what you saw as you pulled back the layers.

Before your back met the cushion, you threw your arms around his neck. You didn't know what you were doing, maybe your brain wasn't fully working yet, but to let go of how he was making you feel. Your hands balled up the fabric on his back, face buried in his warm chest. You felt him twitch, heart beating quickly in his chest as he froze in spot. You knew he wasn't used to physical affection, making you second guess your choice. As you began to let go, you suddenly felt a strong arm drape across your back, holding you against him. You feel his shoulders begin to relax, yet his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest, making you blush into his white coat. You hear him chuckle, the vibration buzzing in his chest.

"What am I going to do with you?"

He asks light heartedly, like he has lost a battle he has been fighting for far too long. Suddenly, drowsiness consumed your senses as your eyes began to flicker closed, hands slowly letting go his shirt. You began to fall back into the bed, your body failing to keep you upright any longer. Your mind began to shut down, and you smiled to yourself,

"Whatever you want."

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Present day

You hugged yourself at the memory, trying to regain an ounce of the warmth you felt in that moment.

You sat alone outside of the hideout, looking up at the stars that scattered the dark sky. The air was numbing, just like that day, which sent you down a spiral of memories. Reminiscing was all you could do after you overheard Bepo saying that Law might never return, that these memories could be all that you have left of him.

You couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, like a child that freezes in fear atop of a long slide. You couldn't yet face the reality of the situation you and your crew were in, so you tried to distract yourself with what made you feel good, and in this moment, the faint warmth that rose on your cheeks while you thought of these memories was all you could think of doing.

You suddenly heard quickened footsteps behind you, causing you to turn around, seeing Bepo slam open the door to the patio. His chest rising and falling quickly as he frantically scans around before spotting you, holding onto a newspaper."

"Y/N! He defeated Doflamingo in Dressrosa! He's coming back!"

He yells excitedly as he runs up to you, shoving the paper into your hands. Your breath hitches as you see his face beside Luffy's and Doflamingo's on the front page, the headline reading:

'Doflamingo defeated by Trafalgar Law and Strawhat Luffy's Powerful Alliance'

Your fists balled up the sides of the paper in your hands; your body burning with a sudden pent up rage.

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