#i'm_not_crazy

You weaved between buildings as you grew closer to the docks, keeping your head on a swivel, making sure no one was following you. You eventually reached a stack of crates ready to be loaded onto a ship. ‘Perfect,’ you thought. Not only could you hide among the crates to sneak onto a ship, but while you did, you could steal some food to ease your aching stomach.

You noticed one crate was partially open and you snuck over to it, lifting it up slightly more to grab whatever was inside. You pulled out an apple and smiled with relief, taking a quick bite of it. As you relished the taste of the apple, a figure sat on top of the crate. You jumped back in surprise to see a tall figure crossing his legs as he stared down at you, amused.

"Is there a reason you are trying to steal my crew's provisions?" he asked, leaning forward with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

“I… Uh…” You shuddered, “I’m sorry, I am just really hungry.” You lowered your head, expecting punishment, but it never came. Instead, when you looked up, you saw a ball of rice in the man's hand.

You looked up, shocked, as the man raised his eyebrows and pushed the rice ball further toward you. “This will fill you up better than an apple.” You quickly took the ball out of his hand and shoved it into your mouth. The man huffed a small chuckle, “So, who are you hiding from?” he questioned.

“No one,” you spoke with food still in your mouth.

“The sneaking around and the constant looking behind you tells me differently,” he smirked.

You glared at him slightly, clearly he was watching you before you got to the crates. Before you could explain, voices began to echo down the street. Guards were walking down from the mansion, shouting if anyone had seen a woman matching your description.

The man chuckled again, “So, what did you steal?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t steal anything. I just escaped.”

The man’s eyes glossed over hearing the word ‘escaped’ before quickly analyzing you, seeing the condition you were in. The man jumped off the crate and you shuffled further away as he crouched down to your level. His eyes narrowed, looking over your frail body and disheveled state. “Where are you planning on going?” he questioned.

“I don’t care, somewhere far away from here,” you admitted.

The man nodded and stood up, looking over at the guards who were nearing the docks. “I can take you to the next island,” he offered, looking back, “But after that, you’re on your own.”

Your face lit up, “Are you sure?”

The man nodded, looking back over to see a guard approaching one of his crew mates. “I’m going to transport you to my med bay. Do not be alarmed.”

“Transport? What?” You began to question, but you were engulfed in blue before everything blurred and you were now sitting on a hard metal table.

Your head jerked around as you looked around to find yourself somewhere completely new. You were in some kind of medical office. One side of the wall was covered in shelves filled with books and the other side had metal cabinets and a sink with a counter covered in bandages and other medical supplies.

You spotted a porthole behind you and jumped off the table to look through it. You could see the man speaking with one of the guards, shaking his head, while standing next to a standing polar bear and two other men in white boiler suits and wearing funky hats. Your eyes dashed over to the wall where a wanted poster hung with the face of the man who just helped you, with the same polar bear standing behind him while holding a large sword. Your eyes darted back to the window to see the man heading up the ramp to the ship, and you could clearly see the same sword in the poster resting on his shoulder.

You pressed your back against the wall and sank to the floor, ‘Great, you found yourself aboard a pirate ship.’ You held your head in thought, unsure if you should be scared or not. After all, he did just give you a rice ball and promised you travel off this island.

The door to the room swung open, revealing the pirate captain himself. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion to not see you sitting on the table. His head tilted as he scanned the room to find you on the floor in the corner, looking very unsure. “It’s going to be very hard for me to perform a physical if you are on the floor,” he stated, turning to the sink and filling a glass with water.

“Are you a pirate?” you questioned.

The man huffed, “I’m technically a doctor first, but as you can tell from my wanted poster, not everyone thinks that.” He gestured to the poster before handing you the glass filled with water.

You gently placed the glass to your lips before chugging down the water, which felt so nice against your dry tongue. You wiped your lips when you finished the glass and looked up at the pirate doctor with pleading eyes as he took the glass to refill it again.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to conduct a physical on the medical table rather than the floor,” he gestured over to the table before turning back to the sink, filling the glass up again. You slowly got off the ground and lifted yourself back onto the table. The man handed you the glass, which you greedily finished.

“So, what should I call you?” you said, handing him the glass.

The man chuckled, placing the glass on the counter before approaching you with a funny-looking tool that hung from his neck. “Trafalgar Law,” he said before placing the other end of the tool on your chest and listening carefully.

“And what should I call you, little stowaway?” he asked as he put his tool on the counter, grabbing another with a small light.

You paused as you thought about your name. You haven’t been called by your name in years and you nearly forgot it.

“So? What’s your name?” Law questioned as he looked into your ear with his light.

“Uh… it’s… Y/N,” you finally spoke.

Law nodded, stepping back and placing his tool down. “Well, Y/N. You got lucky, you don’t seem to have any infections, but you do appear severely dehydrated and anorexic. But with some help and a slow scheduled food intake, you should start to feel better.”

“Better?” you questioned, tilting your head.

“Yes, better. You look like you’ve been through hell and back,” he stated as he began to write down some things in a journal. “You’re probably exhausted too, so you should rest for the next day. I’ll have my first mate Bepo bring you some clothing and food tonight, but in the meantime, you should rest.” He walked over to the back of the room and pulled down a hammock from the ceiling and turned to one of the cabinets, pulling out a pillow and blanket.

You blinked in shock at the hospitality this man was showing you.

“It’s going to take a week to get to the next island, so you should probably get comfy. But not too comfy, this isn’t a free ride, and after you get some rest, I’ll ask if you can assist with some of the ship’s upkeep,” he continued to speak as he attempted to make the hammock and pillow look comfier.

“Why?” you finally spoke. Law turned around, confused at the question, raising an eyebrow, “Why are you being so kind?” Your eyes started to water.

Law shrugged, “I’m not really going out of my way or anything.” He walked toward the door, “Drink some more water, but pace yourself, and get some rest. Bepo will come by in 2 hours with food and some clothes. I’ll come by tomorrow to do another check-up and then show you around the ship. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He then disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Your lips twitched as you tried to smiled with tears in your eyes.

As Law promised, his first mate knocked on the door two hours later, bringing rice balls and a white boiler suit that everyone else on the ship seemed to wear. What shocked you was to find the first mate was the walking polar bear, and that he was extremely bashful as he kindly handed you the items and asked if you needed anything else. You were amused by him stumbling way out the room, apologizing to every inanimate item that he bumped into.

The next morning, Law walked in, rubbing his eyes, to find you staring out the porthole as they bounced with the waves of the sea. A small smirk creeped to his face to see you so attentive and bright-eyed, watching the sea. “Good morning,” he spoke with a scratch in his throat before he sipped on his mug filled with coffee. You spun around at the sound of his voice. “something interesting out there?” he commented.

“It’s just so pretty. I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen the ocean,” you turned back to the porthole. Law raised a concerning eyebrow, placing his mug down.

“Well, I would ask if I could do another check-up, but you seem ready for the day, so let’s go see the rest of the ship.” He walked over, helping you out of the hammock before stuffing it back into the ceiling.

You followed Law around the ship as he introduced you to the crew and explained how the crew operated. You kept close to Law hiding slightly in his shadow scared of what the rest of the pirate crew was like. When he showed you how the sub underwater you worries was replaced with amazement. As the sub sunk deeper into the sea and the fish swam past the window of the sub. You now understood why everyone wore the boiler suits as the sub suddenly became colder.

Law gave you a few chores to do around the ship for the next few days, all of which were done alongside another crew member. You quickly became close with Bepo, the polar bear, and his warm personality. Ikkaku, the ship’s engineer, was beyond excited that she was no longer the only female on the ship and insisted you share quarters with her. Shachi and Penguin were a little harder to understand, but once they played a prank on you, slicking the floor with oil, causing you and Bepo to slide around as you attempted to wash the floor, they were around more.

When the final day came, you felt a pang of sadness. As you approached Law’s office to tell him how grateful you were for him and his kindness, you noticed the door was surrounded by Bepo, Ikkaku, Penguin, and Shachi. “Come on, Captain, please! Can Y/N stay with us a bit longer!” Bepo whined with a pout on his face, which the other three tried to match.

“I already told you that’s not my decision. Y/N only asked to go to the next island. If you want her to stay, you need to ask her that,” you heard Law’s voice from inside his office, obviously annoyed.

“And if she says yes, can she join the crew?” Bepo asked, and you halted in your tracks. Your thoughts swarmed with ideas about what it would mean if you joined their crew.

“Yes, if she wants to, she can join the crew,” Law answered, and the group all looked down the hallway, spotting you. “But don’t pressure her!” Law shouted as they made a beeline to you. Law leaned his head out the doorframe to see you turning around to run away from the group.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently, sending you to the floor, and red lights began to flash. You looked behind you to see the group look concerned before running off in the other direction, and Law jumped out of his office, holding his sword and bouncing off the wall. The rest of the crew also began running toward the door to the deck, toward the fight.

You pushed yourself up, and with determination fueling your steps, you marched to the door as well, being the last one to reach the deck. “Trafalgar Law! You have a stowaway that we are under orders to return,” a Marine shouted from the beach of the island.

“No!” Law shouted before raising his sword up and casting a blue sphere.

‘They are here for me?’ you thought before you stormed forward.

“Y/N, get back into the ship,” Law hissed as you pushed your way to the front of the ship.

You ignored him as you reached your arms out and your eyes began to glow white, and a cloud of mist floated out of your hand and toward the Marines, who started to fall one by one as they inhaled the mist. You mist was far more powerful now that you were properly feed and rested that you were unaware of how much you actually produced.

Law's eyes went wide as he watched you easily take out 50 Marines. When the last Marine fell, your eyes fluttered back to normal and you began to fall. Law quickly caught you before you reached the ground. You panted into his chest, feeling dizzy and tired after using so much of your power.

“What the hell?” Law questioned in shock, looking up at Shachi, who jumped off the ship to investigate the fallen Marines.

“They're asleep, Captain!” Shachi shouted after his investigation.

Law raised his eyebrow, looking down at you in shock as you tried to regain your breath, “Prepare to submerge, let’s not stay any longer than we need to!” he ordered, lifting you to your feet and slowly walking you back into the ship while everyone else ran into their positions to prepare the sub.

You mumbled when the door of Law’s office closed behind him, “I’m sorry.”

Law guided you over to his chair, “Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“The Marines, they were after me. I put you and everyone in danger,” you sulked.

Law chuckled, “The Marines are always after us, we’re pirates. But I am curious as to why they were after you?”

You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers, “I…” You paused with a sigh, “I ran away from my master. I was a slave.”

Law’s eyes widened as he looked over you and your features as the pieces of you fell into place.

“I was sold for my Devil Fruit power, the Feel-Feel Fruit,” you explained as Law sat in thought, his eyebrows pressing together at the fruit name. “It allows me to control people's emotions by touching them. I recently found I can create a mist of emotion.”

You lifted up your hand to reveal colored dots on the tips of each of your fingers. Law pulled your hand closer to get a better look and looked shocked to see it shift colors. “They shift colors based on what emotion I am transferring, but it mostly shifts based on what emotion I am feeling.”

“Interesting,” Law said, twisting your hand in his. “What does each color mean?”

“Black is sad, blue is happy, grey is calm.”

“What does gold mean?”

You looked down to see your tips shining a bright gold, “I mean there are too many emotions for it to read,” you replied but were surprised to watch him place all five of his fingers on top of the glowing dots. His eyes widened as he began to feel your emotions, and when your emotions shifted to surprise and the color shifted to brown, his eyes mimicked yours, shifting in curiosity and surprise. You yanked your hand back, releasing him from your spell before any other emotions could be transferred to him. knowing emotions tend to linger, you shifted the color to grey and grabbed his arm, shifting his emotions back to calm.

He shook his head back and breathed calmly, now feeling a sensation he had never felt before, truly calm and relaxed. "Wow." Was all he could say as he closed his eyes relishing in the moment before it fell off him like a wave.

You watched Law take a deep breath before returning to his own emotions, "So you aren't just making people feel a particular way, you are shifting the chemicals in the brain to make them think they feel a particular way. Interesting."

"Y/N, would you please join my crew?" He asked, standing up straight and holding his hand in front of you.

You paused in thought, “I don’t know. You and your crew have been nothing but kind to me, and I have never felt so happy. Which is why I have to say that if you want me to join for my powers, I can’t. I won’t. I won’t be used for my power ever again.” You took a deep breath, finally feeling confident enough to stand up for yourself.

Law nodded, “I understand… I promise if you join my crew, you will never be asked to use your powers again. Y/N, I am asking for you to join my crew because everyone has taken a liking to you. Your powers are amazing, but you will never have to use them when you don't want to.” You nodded, believing his words. "However, because you were once a slave I suggest you take my offer. The world will not be kind to you and the world government will try to return you. If you join my crew we can protect you."

Your lip began to quiver, thinking about the life you could start to have. “Are you sure?”

Law nodded, “I promise you will never be used again, but you will have to do some chores.”

You smiled with a little laugh, jumping and wrapping your arms around his neck, yanking yourself toward him. Law froze in surprise but smiled softly before patting your back gently.

Over the next few weeks, your role on the crew evolved. You became the caretaker, managing chore lists and listening to everyone’s complaints, a task you happily embraced. The more you listened, the less you had to share about yourself, the less you had to remember your past.

But you were happy, so much so your face muscles began to ache as you started to smile more as each day past. Each time Law watched you smile to heard your laugh he took it as his own small victory. You were slowly transforming and it was evident not just from your smiles but your body too as you began to grow in strength no longer was your bones pressing against your skin. The crew quickly took you in as one of their own; however, Law noticed an odd pattern. You didn't shower with the rest of the crew, opting for late-night showers after everyone else had fallen asleep. He’d often hear you passing his office when he worked late nights.

One night, as you were sneaking down the hallway, you spotted Law leaning on the doorframe of his office with his arms crossed, awaiting you. You bit the side of your cheek before turning around, avoiding eye contact with the captain. “Hold on a minute,” he shouted, pushing off the frame. “Want to tell me why you sneak to the showers every night?” he questioned.

You pouted, turning back to the captain. “You have a crew full of men, and you expect me to shower with them?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Law closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t play me a fool, Y/N, you’re hiding something.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in comfort “It’s my mark,” you admitted, looking away from the man.

Law straightened up in understanding before gesturing to his office. You nodded, walking into his office with him following behind, closing the door behind him. “Can I see it?” he asked carefully.

You nodded before unzipping your boiler suit and raising your tank top to reveal a mean red scar on your right hip. The burn mark of a dragon claw sign, your ownership by a Celestial Dragon. Law quitelty gasped, hovering his fingers above the scar. You watched with weary eyes, stuck on the sight of the mark and the history and pain it held. Law looked at your face to see a deep frown and the flecks in your eyes shift to black. He gently placed his hand over the mark to divert your attention to him.

“I can get rid of it,” he said confidently while locking his eyes with yours with a determined expression.

Your eyes brightened slightly, “You can?!” you said in surprise. Law just nodded in response. “How?”

“With my Devil Fruit powers, I can rapidly expand and replace the tissue in that area, removing the scar,” he explained before summoning a ‘Room’.

You swallowed before nodding, holding back your tears, “Please. Please remove it.”

Law’s hand, which stayed resting on your hip, began to glow as he pinched his eyebrows in focus, a small sweat dripping down his forehead. You felt a little heat as your body shifted under his powers.

When he finally removed his hand, the scar was completely gone, showing a patch of newly pale skin. Your eyes twitched as you tried to keep the tears from flowing out, but a few dripped out. You looked up at Law, who was looking proudly at his work.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, yanking yourself to him. The tears flowed out of your eyes, soaking the back of his neck, “Thank you, Law. Thank you for everything,” you sobbed.

Law blushed awkwardly, patting your back. “It was nothing, Y/N,” he said.

You pulled off him, placing a quick peck on his cheek. “It is everything to me.” You then ran out of his office, leaving him in a daze as he placed his hand on the cheek where you left the tingles of your lips.

“Everything?” he mumbled as he blushed.

Over the next few weeks, your confidence had grown to a level Law never thought he would see in you. You had elected to purchase bikini tops to wear under your boiler suit, which you would often unzip while outside. Law watched with interest from a distance as you gave tasks to the crew. To Law, this was him admiring his work, his ability to completely remove a scar of that size, something he wasn’t entirely sure he could do but was thrilled to find he could, and the joy it brought you.

With the scar now gone, you were able to lock your horrifying memories away, and whenever a thought crept its way up, you looked down at your clear hip to remind yourself that you were a new person.

This day, the Heart Pirates had stopped at a town to pick up supplies for the ship, and you and Ikkaku took the opportunity to have a girls' shopping trip. While you both started the trip trying on outfits, somehow you both ended up at the hardware stands, finding ways to improve the Polar Tang. It just so happened that those stands were across from the bookstores Law had found himself in.

He stood in the window, unable to stop watching your smile. “Oh, does Captain have a crush on our little stowaway!” Shachi teased, wrapping his arm around the taller captain. Law looked down and glared at his brother. “Oh, come on, Captain, no one would blame you if you did. I mean, look at her! She has completely changed from the day she arrived,” Shachi gave a toothy smile, looking over at you. “Really turned into a beautiful butterfly.” Penguin and Bepo approached from behind. Shachi elbowed Penguin, “Don’t you agree, Peng?”

Penguin nodded with a smirk. Law scoffed at the two, shoving them off him and turning around, “Let’s go, Bepo.”

The bear looked down at his captain curiously, “Captain? Do you?” he asked,

Law snapped his head toward the bear, “Do I what Bepo?”

“Have a crush on Y/N” Bepo questioned causing Law to freeze with a blush creeping onto his face. Shachi and Penguin laughed as they saw his ears turn pink.

Law snapped his head at the two, holding his hand up threateningly, “Laugh at me one more time and see what happens.” The two covered their mouths with tears forming in their eyes as they attempted to muffle their laughs, but their captain’s threatening expression fell short when his cheeks glowed a bright pink.

“Let’s see how long you can laugh without your mouths!” Law shouted, holding up his hand, but a scream sliced through the air, cutting him off.

The four boys quickly turned around to the window, concerned. Shachi’s and Penguin’s jaws dropped to see you being held in the air by a giant man who had his hand gripped around your throat. Ikkaku was being held back by two other men while she screamed. Law’s teeth gritted in anger before he stormed around to the door of the store. “Shachi, Penguin, tell everyone we are leaving!” He ordered, and the two ran off to complete his order. “Bepo, hold this.” He threw a loose book into his arm before throwing open the door.

Ikkaku’s shouts became louder as she screamed at the man to put you down. You gripped at the hand around your neck, but for the most part, were completely frozen in fear.

Law’s eyes twitched before he cast a ‘Room’, sending a blue sphere surrounding the entire plaza. Your captured attention shifted to Law, who stood at the doorway, pulling his sword out of its sheath.

“Trafalgar Law! I heard a rumor you had stolen Barberton’s prized slave, but I’ll be taking her back to her proper owner now,” the man taunted, gripping tighter on your throat. Your eyes pinched in pain.

Law’s jaw tightened at the sight, “SHAMBLES!” he shouted, and you were replaced by a loose book, which was crushed in the grip of your captor. You now sat in Bepo’s furry arms, coughing and holding your neck in pain. Law gave Bepo a quick glance before Bepo took the message and ran off to the ship.

Law glared at your captor, who looked over in surprise as Law and his sword were flying toward him in a flash.

‘Room.’

Law walked away from the destruction behind him as everything fell to the ground when he took down his Room.

Shachi ran up to the enraged captain. “Everyone is back on the ship, and we are ready to disembark,” he informed while he looked behind the captain in horror at the state his captain left the man.

“Good.” Law placed his sword back into its sheath. “Let’s go.”

Law slowly walked onto the ship, his eyes searching for you. Once they landed on you sobbing in Bepo’s arm, he made a beeline to you.

You had curled yourself into Bepo’s furry chest, your hand covering your throat as you sniffled, trying to regain your breath. Law gently brushed his hand over your head, gaining your attention. You looked up at the man with blurry eyes, “I’m sorry,” you wept, huffing in a breath.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Law assured and used his thumb to brush away your tears, “I took care of it. He will never touch you again.”

You nodded, reaching to pull him into a hug, something Law was becoming more and more familiar with. Law leaned forward to allow you to wrap your arms around his neck before gently pulling you out of the polar bear’s arms. Law looked around to see everyone staring at him in shock, “GET READY TO DISEMBARK!” Law shouted, which sent everyone dashing around the ship as he disappeared into the ship and into the med bay.

Once in the med bay, Law gently placed you on top of the medical table as you wiped away your remaining tears. “I was so scared,” you whined as Law gently lifted your chin to get a better view of the forming bruise on your neck.

“I can’t go back,” you sobbed, “I will break. I can’t…”

Law shook his head, grabbing your hands into his. “I won’t let that happen,” he promised.

You felt tingles in your fingers as they touched his. “I froze,” you admitted, “When I saw him, I froze. I felt like I was back at my master’s and he was there to punish me again.”

You started to feel the tingle in your fingertips before feeling a mixture of determination and relief. “You weren’t there and he will never lay a hand on you ever again. Not as long as I am here.”

“You can’t promise that,” you admitted, “My master, he has a lot of power. He will just send more and now he knows that I am with your crew.”

“And if he does, I’ll protect you,” he spoke before glinting into a smile, “Besides, I can promise that he will never touch you again.” Law then lifted up a pair of disconnected hands.

You gasped as you watched the fingers twitch. “Is that his hands…” Your tone was a mixture of disgust and shock.

Law nodded, poking one of the hands, which caused it to form into a fist and try to reach for Law’s finger. “And he still feels everything that happens to it.” Law gave an evil smirk.

“What are you going to do with it?” You ask in alarm all you fears washed away now invested in the man’s hand and your captain who is powerful enough and demented enough to steal the mans hands.

Law shrugged opening a drawer and dropping the hands in, “I don’t know. Probably keep it locked in here until I decided to pick up sewing and use it as a pin cushion.”

Your hand swings up to your hand as you try to cover your laugh. Law smirks hearing your laugh again and seeing you smile again. The next person who takes that smile away will find a fate worse than death he has worked to hard to get that smile to your face.

Later that week Law noticed he could hear your tiny footsteps sneaking past his office door again something he hasn’t heard since you stopping taking your late night showers. Curious Law follows the sound as you walk to the deck of the ship and leaned on the railing.

Law stayed back for a moment watching your hair fly in the wind while you took in deep breathes of the salty air.

“What are you doing up?” He ask as he finally approaches leaning next to you.

You look him up and down before off to the sea again, “I can ask you the same thing?”

Law shrugged, “can’t sleep.”

You bow your head, “Same here.”

Law eyebrow raised, “Bad thoughts?” He asked knowingly.

You sighed, “Ya… I… I guess when he grab me I didn’t realized that was the first time in a while I was afraid to lose something. I was bought by my master 13 years ago when I was only 13 and before that I already lost my mother and didn’t have much in the first place. Now you and your crew have given me so much to love and the thought of losing all it is terrifying.”

Law sighed, “I know that feeling. When I was 10 I lost everything my family, my friends, my island, I was the only survivor and I felt numb and just wanted to end it all. But then someone found me and showed me love again and then I found my brothers and that gave me something to fight for. Now I am terrified every day to lose it all again and somedays I feel like I am destined to live a life full of loses. It’s a thought that keeps me up at night but it also gives me a reason to wake up in the morning and fight for what I have.” Law pressed on his eye getting rid of the tears that threaten to fall.

You placed your hand on top of his with tears forming in your own eyes as you took in his emotions from touching him. You were hit hard with the grief he felt, “Could I help you feel better?”

Law shook his head placing his other hand on top of your, “Being out here with you is already making me feel better.”

You smiled slightly leaning upwards and connecting your lips to his. Law froze for a moment with his eyes growing wide at your face so close to his before he relaxed closing his eyes and lifting his hands to the back of your head. He selfishly held you close deepening the kiss not wanting for this moment to end.

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it to this point you may like some of my other works so check out my Master List.

If you link this format you might like my latest work brainwaves which is a fun silly story where the reader finds they are control Law's body and the two try to solve the mystery.

You kept your distance as you watched the pirate captain make his way through the town he had just docked at. You had been following closely behind him for the past month, and this island served as the perfect stage for your next act.

His island routine was predictable: he'd leave docking to his crew, then scour the town for Marines or rogue pirates. Once he deemed it clear, he'd rejoin his crew, letting them explore while he stood guard with his two closest mates, the ones with the bizarre hats. They ensured no one messed with their crew, and that the crew remained respectful while ashore.

He kept his guard high, his sword resting on his shoulder. The familiar white spotted hat shadowed his darting eyes. You lifted the paper to cover your face, leaning against the building facing the path out of town.

You slowly lowered the paper. The pirate captain was eyeing you suspiciously. You met his gaze, then folded the paper and turned down the path. Predictably, curiosity got the better of him. He followed, gripping his sword, his sharp eyes darting between you and the path ahead.

You glanced over your shoulder, a brief flicker of eye contact to hold his interest, before taking a sharp turn at the top of the cliff path, the dramatic landmark on this island.

You ducked behind a large rock and waited as he turned the corner. The captain barely had time to flinch before you were on him, a pair of seastone cuffs clamped around his right wrist with a decisive click.

The effect of the cuffs struck him immediately as he began to waver, nearly falling to his knees. He dropped his sword to the ground to lean on it, keeping him upright as the seastone weakened him. Before he could voice his disdain, you shoved him, forcing him to lose his footing. As he fell, you yanked his hat off his head before his body began tumbling down the cliffside.

Your lips twitched into a smile as you held the soft hat. The hat he received from his father, you recalled, an image flashing of the child standing before a classroom, holding the hat with a proud smile, explaining his father's profession.

You shook away the thought, carefully sliding down the cliff. Below, on the beach, the pirate captain struggled to push himself up, grunting with effort.

You slid next to him, slamming your foot onto his back, pinning him to the ground. He groaned in pain as you crouched by his face, dangling his hat into his line of sight. "How predictable you are, Trafalgar D. Water Law," you spat, enunciating his full name. Terror filled his eyes. His hands flew to his side, pushing himself up.

You stood, drawing your leg back for another kick. But before your foot could connect, he grabbed your ankle, yanking you to the ground. Using the momentum, he quickly pulled himself to his feet while you spat sand out of your mouth.

“How do you know that name!?” he shouted accusatorily as he yanked at the seastone cuff that remained clamped to his right wrist.

You growled, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He quickly covered his eyes with his arms. As he lowered them, your fist slammed across his face.

His body reeled as he clutched his cheek. "What the hell is your problem!" he shouted, jumping away from your next attack.

“My problem?!” You shouted. “You don't even recognize me, do you?!” You threw another punch to his side, connecting, making him double over before you slammed your knee into his face, forcing him back to the ground.

Law clutched his nose in pain. “Recognize you?! How the hell do you expect me to recognize you when I probably have a concussion after you threw me off that cliff, nearly blinded me with sand, and if the cliff didn't concuss me, your knee blow to the face probably did.”

You groaned, going for your next attack. But Law quickly jumped up, catching your leg between his chest and arm. He twisted, forcing you face-down onto the ground, then pinned your arm behind you. “So why don't you tell me what is your problem.”

You yanked against his hold; despite his weakened state, he still had a strong grip, pinning you down. “You’re my problem! And I am going to kill you before you kill anyone else I care about!” You shouted as you roughly pulled at his hold.

Law scoffed, “I’m a pirate. I’ve been accused of killing quite a few people. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Lami.” You stated coldly.

Law’s blood ran cold. “What?” he choked out. You felt his hold lighten and quickly yanked yourself free.

“You are the reason she died!” You spat, jumping back to your feet, “I was at the hospital during the extermination.”

Law's body froze, his gaze fixed on his hat that laid in the sand in complete shock.

“I stayed back with my mom when the exterminators came. When she told me to hide, I found Lami crying in the closet. We hid together until I started to smell fire…” You paused, sucking in a shaky breath. Law blinked in surprise as he recounted the day his entire family died. “I told her we needed to leave, but she refused! Because her brother was going to come back for her!” You screamed, kicking sand at Law, who didn't even flinch. “I tried to pull her out the window to safety, but she started to scream, saying she couldn't leave because you told her not to leave the closet no matter what! And where were you?!” You kicked more sand at him. “Where were you?! While your sister was dying, where were you?!”

This time, he stood up to face you, grabbing his hat in the process, securing it tightly to his head with a grim frown. You stepped closer, invading his space. “I thought you were dead. God, I hoped you were dead.”

Law grabbed your shoulders. “Y/N,” he said your name softly. Tears welled in his eyes as he remembered you: his classmate who, spent more time in the hospital as her mother, like so many others, suffered from Amber Lead. But you, you spent your time entertaining the younger patients, including Lami. You brought smiles back to the hospital during that bleak time while he watched his parents work tirelessly searching for a cure. “Lami and everyone else's deaths weren't your fault, or mine. It was the World Government. They killed them,” he reasoned.

You yanked yourself out of his hold, “But Elias’s death is on your hands.” You swung to your side, yanking out a pistol you had in your coat pocket, pointing it at him.

Law frowned, “Elias?” he questioned, “The Marine Captain?”

You nodded, holding the pistol steady despite your shaking hands. “I saw you. I recognized you from that stupid hat!”

Law yanked the pistol from your hand and hurled it into the sea. You watched in shock as it splashed, gone forever. You turned back to the pirate captain, who held his face as neutral as he could despite his red eyes and shaky breath. “I didn't kill Elias,” he said plainly.

You screamed, “The fuck you didn't!” You swung your fist, but he easily dodged. “I saw it with my own eyes! You and that stupid hat were standing over him when he died! He took me in after I escaped Flevance! He saved me! Without him, I'd be lost, and now that you killed him, I have no one!” You threw another swing, but Law dodged again.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard to believe, but I didn’t kill him,” Law reasoned as he ducked out of your way as you continued to try and fight him. “Y/N, please! I don’t want to fight you!”

“That's fine! I'm not here to fight, I'm here to kill you!” You threw your leg up to kick him, but he dodged again, solely focused on evasion.

“He was a friend of Corazon, the man who took me in and saved me!” Law started to explain. “I was looking for answers on why Corazon was trying so hard to find a cure for my Amber Poisoning. I didn’t know why he would share all his findings with Elias, but I get it now, it was because of you!”

You finally knocked Law off his feet by throwing your leg under his, knocking him down. “That doesn’t explain why you were there when he died!” You spat at him, drawing your leg back to kick him in the ribs. Law quickly rolled out of the way and pushed himself off the ground.

Law held his hands outward to ward you off, “If you’ll just calm down, I can explain.”

“I am calm enough!” You shouted before crouching down and grabbing his sword off the ground and unsheathing it.

Law stepped backwards as you attempted to wield the sword towards him. He tried to call a ‘Room’ but hissed when the cuff that remained clamped to his wrist zapped his power. “Y/N, you are just going to hurt yourself, please stop this.” He begged.

“Then you better start explaining!” You jab the sword toward him, grazing his forearm.

He hissed, grabbing onto the injury, “I tried to save him, but I was too late! Doflamingo was also wondering the same question and sent goons to keep him quiet about any relations a Marine had with his brother. I was too late. The goons already got to him and left him to bleed out by the time I arrived.” Law tried to quickly explain, stepping away from your deadly swings, “He lost too much blood, I couldn’t do anything. But before he passed, he told me about you. The child he took in,” You froze at his comment, allowing him to finish, “He told me he took in a child and that was why he quit the Marines to raise them and tried to teach them to not be resentful of the world. He told me how proud he was of you and the person you became. Is this what he would be proud of you doing?”

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you dropped the sword. Your knees began to shake before they buckled, digging into the sand. You held your head as tears began to flood out of your eyes.

Law’s shoulders relaxed as he approached you. He knelt down beside you, rubbing your back, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save him.”

“Did he… did he really say he was proud of me…” You coughed out.

Law bit back his own cries as he pulled you into a hug, “Yes, he is very proud of you.” He rubbed your arm while feeling his tears fall out of his eyes as he thought about his sister and Corazon.

It felt like forever had passed before you finally stopped crying and started thinking clearly again.

You pushed him off you slightly, “How are you alive?” You finally asked. “How did you get out of Flevance, and how did you survive having Amber Poisoning?”

Law sighed, “It’s a really long story.”

You nodded in understanding before looking away from him, “I’m sorry I blamed you for Lami’s death.”

Law took a deep breath before laying back into the sand, “You’re not the only one. I constantly think back to that day, of things I should have done differently, and I constantly blame myself for not taking her with me instead of locking her in that closet.”

You leaned into your knees, clutching them tightly to your chest. “I told her you were dead.” Your breath hitched as you recalled the day you screamed at the crying girl that her brother and parents were all dead. “I thought if I was able to get her to think reasonably that you weren’t coming back, that she would come with me, but she trusted you too much and knew you weren’t dead. I guess she was right.” You sniffed as tears began to fall again. “I should have just dragged her with me; she was weak enough she wouldn’t have put up much of a fight.” You turned to look at Law, who was looking up at the sky, “In the end, it was really my fault she died.”

Law shook his head, “No, it’s not. It’s the World Government’s fault for not only not telling anyone about the Amber Lead, but convincing everyone that it was contagious. Besides, we were kids; it was a miracle either of us survived in the first place. I thought I was the only one cursed enough to survive.”

You nodded in agreement, looking off at the sky as well, you both sat in quite until a voice cut through the air, “CAPTAIN!”

Law rolled his eyes, “It looks like the morons finally realized I was missing.” He looked up to see his three brothers standing at the top of the cliff where he first fell. They jumped up, waving at him before the large polar bear slipped and began falling down the cliff. The other two shouted as they tried to carefully slide down after the tumbling polar bear.

Law groaned before lifting his hand up and saying ‘Room’. A blue sphere formed around the beach, and with a swift twist of his fingers, the polar bear, Bepo, was neatly placed on the sandy shore, his eyes spinning with dizziness.

You looked over to find the seastone cuffs you had attached to him neatly discarded on the ground next to where he now laid. Law pushed himself off the ground, dusting sand from his jeans. He extended a hand to you, his expression unreadable. “Let’s go back to my ship and talk some more over coffee while I stitch up these wounds.”

You glared, the sting of betrayal from the keys now mingling with the lingering grief. "You might have convinced me not to kill you, but you're still a pirate and I have no reason to trust you."

You looked up at the man you had just tried to kill. Your gaze dropped to the discarded seastone cuffs, then to the keys next to them. A jolt went through you—the keys you’d pocketed, now openly displayed. He'd must of taken them during the hug. The sudden realization stung, turning the comfort into a calculated move. You shook your head at Law, the last of your tears streaking your cheeks, a fresh wave of resentment reminding you of the pirate beneath his temporary empathy.

Law rolled his eyes, a familiar flicker of his usual arrogance returning, though a deeper, almost desperate undertone resonated in his next words, “Then I guess I will be taking you as a prisoner.” He swiftly grabbed your shoulder, yanking you to your feet. His grip was firm, almost bruising but careful not to, you felt the subtle shift in his muscles, the return of strength. His power was back. "You were the one who attacked me. I'm being nice by allowing you to come to my ship peacefully, but I will take you as a prisoner if I have to."

You attempted to pull free from his surprisingly strong, unwavering grip. The fight had drained you, and without the seastone, he was now undeniably stronger. The advantage you'd exploited with cheap shots was gone. "So, what'll it be? Friend or prisoner?"

You scrunched your nose, the lingering anger still simmering, but a cold fear was beginning to prickle. "Aren't you afraid I'll try to kill you again?"

"That's exactly why you're coming with me. My friends don't try to kill me, and my prisoners can't," he said plainly, his gaze sharp. It was a cold, logical assessment, devoid of sentiment, yet his insistence was absolute. "So, what will it be?"

You looked over at the two other crew members, now helping a still-dizzy polar bear mink upright, fussing over his clumsy descent. Their frantic shouting and concern over the massive, fluffy polar bear struck you. They weren't hardened, terrifying pirates. They were... goofy, almost endearing. You saw the genuine affection they showed, cracked something in your perception.

"We aren't friends," you stated firmly, though you no longer resisted his hold. "But I'll come peacefully."

ou leaned over, examining a section of plants at a stall in Sabaody. The rest of your crew had gone their own directions to explore, but you, Nami, and Robin ventured to the stalls. You were hoping to find any unique plants, while Nami looked for clothing and Robin for books.

A particular bonsai tree grabbed your interest. It looked like a miniature version of the mangroves that the island was made of. You lifted it, investigating, and a small bubble blew into your face. You flinched, shaking your head with a smile as it popped on your nose. A small giggle escaped your lips as you wiped the soap off your face.

You looked up at the shopkeeper, “How much for this bonsai tree?” you questioned.

The shopkeeper smiled, “For you, 100,000 berries. After all, this is a rare plant that can only be found here at Sabaody.”

A scoff was heard from beside you, “What a scam. The plant won’t even produce the bubbles outside of this Archipelago.”

A chill ran down your spine. You recognized that voice. Your head slowly turned to the owner of the voice. When your eyes finally landed on the scrawny man leaning against the post of the stall, your heart paused for a moment. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates, one of the pirates of the Worst Generation, and your ex.

You whipped your head back to the shopkeeper, throwing half the amount of berries at him, taking the plant, and turning in the other direction. You knew that the price was obviously a scam and would normally bargain, but with your ex nearby, you couldn’t care less. You just needed to get out of there, regardless of how upset Nami would be with you wasting money.

“Wait! y/n!” Law shouted as you began walking off. He reached out to grab your arm.

When his fingers brushed against your skin, you quickly yanked your arm away, turning to face him, “What do you want?” you asked coldly.

Law backed up, holding his hands up in a sign of peace, “I just… I haven’t… You… I…” He began to stammer. He took a deep breath, “You look good.”

You scoffed, “That’s it? It’s been a year since you left me on that island, and all you have to say is, ‘You look good’?” You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

Law opened his mouth, “I… Uh…”

“Just what I thought,” you scoffed, turning around.

“Wait, please!” he begged, “I didn’t mean to leave you. I didn’t know.”

You paused, “What is that supposed to mean?” You refused to turn back to him, frozen in thought.

“I didn’t know you left the ship,” he quickly explained. “After our fight, I didn’t know you left the ship, and then the marines attacked, and we left in a hurry. If I knew you left the ship that night, I would never have left. I came back!”

You slowly turned your head, “You came back?”

Law sighed in relief, seeing you turn back, “The moment I found out you weren’t on the Tang, I immediately turned back to find you, but you were gone. I searched everywhere for you until a bartender told me you didn’t want to be found.”

You remembered that barkeep. One year ago, you were trying to give Law a tray of dinner since he never showed up to the mess hall. When you went to open the door, you didn’t realize that Law was standing right behind it, and you ran right into him. The tray smashed into his chest, spilling the food all over him. “Shit! Sorry, Law.” You quickly tried to clean off his clothing, but you were just rubbing in the food.

Law grabbed your hand, stopping you from rubbing the food in any further. “y/n, just stop,” he sighed, pulling his shirt off to investigate the stain himself. You blushed, seeing his bare chest. He licked his thumb and started to rub the food out.

“Uh… I’m sorry… I just wanted to surprise you with some food,” you stammered, picking up the food off the ground.

Law sighed, grabbing your shoulder, causing you to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, y/n. I appreciate the thought.” He gave a small smile, which you returned. Your eyes wandered back to his bare chest, and your entire body went red. Law snickered, seeing your face, “Let’s go inside.”

You nodded, following behind him as he closed his chamber door. Your smile grew as you leaned into your boyfriend, placing your hand on his bare chest. Law shook his head, grabbing your hand before leaning down, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Not right now, y/n. I’ve got some more work to do.” He gently pulled your hand away and headed towards his closet, grabbing a new shirt.

You pouted, watching him put the shirt over his head, “But you look so good.” You jumped onto his bed.

Law snickered, “I’m starting to think you ruined my shirt on purpose.”

You gasped in offense, “And waste food like that? I would never!” You laughed as Law sat back down at his desk, “What are you even working on?” you questioned.

Law covered up the book he was reading, “Uh, nothing important.”

You tilted your head, “Law, are you hiding something from me?”

Law paled slightly, “No, of course not.”

You glared slightly, catching his lie. With a circle of your finger, you took control of the plant that hovered above his desk. “Law, why are you lying to me? You’re looking at something vulgar, aren’t you?”

Law blushed, spinning his head over to you, “What? No, of course not.” He waved his hands in defense.

You smirked, “Then what are you hiding?”

“It’s uh… private patient records,” he stammered, another lie.

Your plant made its way to the paperwork he was hiding. The root shifted the top paper off and wrapped around the book, lifting it to your view. You read the words on the cover, ‘Curses and Witchcraft.’ You frowned. Law realized this and whipped around, yanking the book away from your plant.

“Law, we’ve been over this,”You sighed as you sat up, “You can’t cure this. Please stop pushing. You have done more than enough.”

Law dropped the book on his desk with a loud thud, “But it will kill you.”

“Yes, but that day is forever away, thanks to you,” You walked over, grabbing the book off the desk.

“But it’s my fault you have it,” He sighed, lowering his head. Months ago, on a mission, you were fighting a witch, and when she went to attack Law, you jumped in front of him, taking the hit. She hit you with a curse, one that infected your body with a fungus. Law was able to slow down the spread of the fungus, but only that. The fungus was protected by some witchcraft that wouldn’t allow him to fully remove it. A month later, you found that you could control small plants. Law warned you that using this power might cause the fungus to grow, but you found that hard to do. Something gnawed at you when you didn’t use the power.

You shook your head, grabbing Law’s cheek, “Law, saving you is something I would do over and over again without hesitation.”

Law pushed your hand away, “I don’t need you risking yourself to save me.”

You frowned, “Law.”

“No!” He shouted, interrupting you, “You don’t get it! I can’t lose any more people I love!”

“If you keep pushing people away, you will lose them eventually,” you pushed away, looking down at him disappointedly.

Law looked up, hurt, before his features crunched into anger, “Get out,” he mumbled, looking away.

“What?” you looked down in shock.

“Get out!” Law began to shout clearly your comment hit much deeper than you thought it would.

“This is exactly what I am talking about!” You shouted back before storming out the door, slamming it shut.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the need for fresh air to clear your mind. You headed to the deck, ignoring everyone who tried approaching you. When you finally made it outside, you saw the bright lights of the bar across the way and figured a drink was exactly what you needed in the moment.

A few drinks in, you started to regret what you said. You turned to leave the bar, but when you walked out, the Polar Tang was gone. Fear sank inside you, and you ran up to the dock to see if, maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t far.

You screamed into the dark void of the sea until you collapsed to your knees, sobbing, “I’m sorry,” You cried, “I didn’t mean it.”

The few people who were in the bar made their way outside to watch the commotion and felt pity for you. The barkeep came up to you with a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders before guiding you inside.

Once inside, the barkeep and the nosy women began asking you questions before helping you to the next island, far away from Law.

You shook your head free of the memory, “You came back,” You repeated in disbelief. All this time, you thought Law was pissed at you for what you said and decided you weren’t worth his time anymore, but that was never the case.

Law nodded, “I would never leave you like that.” His eyes pleading. “I’m so sorry.”

You took a deep breath before looking over Law’s shoulder to see Nami and Robin laughing, heading your way, and a smile crossed your lips. “You know what? I forgive you.”

Law blinked in shock, “You do?” He sucked in a hopeful breath.

You nodded, “I mean, it was a shitty thing to do, and I felt shitty for so long, but now,” You lips twitched into a big smile, “Now I am with the Straw Hats, and I’m happy. After I realized the Polar Tang left, I gained a new perspective on life, which led me to them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You paused, looking back at Law, who had sorrow in his eyes, “Not that I didn’t love being a Heart Pirate, but the Straw Hats, they’re different. They all have amazing dreams and have helped so many people and taught me so much. Now I dream of understanding every island’s ecosystem, and Luffy and the rest of them are helping me achieve that dream.”

Law’s lips twitched, “I… I understand.” He lowered his head and shoved his hand in his pocket. “I’m glad you are happy.”

Nami began waving at you, and you gave a smile. You placed a hand on Law’s shoulder, “I’m glad you told me, and I am sorry for leaving the ship that night.” Law looked up at you with a smile and softer eyes, and something hit your heart. You bit your lip, “God, when I look at you,” You mumbled under your breath.

Law’s eyes lit up, “What was that?”

You licked your lips, “Nothing.” Your eyes scanned his body; he had changed quite a bit but still looked as good as the day you met him. The bags under his eyes had grown, and he had grown a small goatee.

He gave a knowing smirk, “Okay… Well, the Polar Tang is docked at grove 15 if you want to stop by.”

Your heart began to pound at the thought. You knew better; you knew you were still angry, but looking at him again with a different perspective, your anger seemed to just melt away. The person looking back at you wasn’t the person who shouted at you to leave or the person you once called boyfriend, but rather a whole new person.

Nothing made sense anymore; instead, you were looking at him and couldn’t stop imagining him without a top on.

You blushed and coughed, pulling you out of your thoughts, “Maybe I will… I’ve got to go join my crew now. But this was nice.” You started to walk past him, but something overtook you, and you spun around and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before running off to Nami and Robin, who both welcomed you with smiles, showing you what they got.

Law grabbed his cheek in shock, his entire face red. A figure walked up behind him, “Captain?” Law jumped, spinning around to find the giant white polar bear, “Was that y/n?” He asked.

Law spun around to watch you laughing as you showed your new plant to the women. “Yeah, that was y/n.”

The next time Law would see you is as you were running away with your new crew while the fight with the Marines broke out. Law fought every bone in his body not to run after you or use his powers to summon you back to his side. But your laughter with your group prevented him from doing so.

When Law heard the news that the Straw Hats were attacked, his heart dropped, and for the first time in a while, he was concerned for you, a trend that would continue for the next two years. Until he saw your face again in the newspaper, and then when he saw you running down the hallway on the tundra island he had found himself on for information.

Time stopped when his eyes met yours as you skidded to a stop with 20 or so giant kids behind you and your four other crewmates. You changed a lot since you last met, and just like your crewmate Nami, you were wearing very little clothing. After all, you were just on a boiling hot island moments ago.

Law blinked in shock, his jaw literally dropping at the sight of you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, now facing the cold outdoor air, and looked out to see an army of marines. Before Law and you could say anything, Sanji started shouting to turn back, in which you happily agreed, not wanting to get into a fight with the marines.

Law was frozen in shock as he watched you run away.

When chaos on Punk Hazard settled, Law had found himself aboard the same ship as you once again. Your captain and Law had come to an alliance, and the next stop of your destination was Dressrosa to finally take down Law’s biggest enemy. For the most part, you kept your distance, but when the sun lowered and the rest of the crew went to sleep, you found yourself sitting next to him on the deck.

“I was wondering when you would come talk to me,” Law spoke, his voice raspy with tiredness.

“I’m starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to,” you said, crossing your arms.

“And yet here you are,” Law smiled, looking over you, “You look good.”

You had changed a lot over the two years, finally embracing your curse and allowing parts of your body to turn green and mossy, including your hair, which was now pure moss with small mushrooms. That quickly stopped the moss-head jokes from Sanji to Zoro, afraid he would offend you.

“Thanks,” You smiled, “You do too.” You looked over him, and he had changed a bit since you last saw him. You bit your lip, thinking about how much better he looked after two years and how much you still wished for him to remove his shirt.

Law smirked, seeing the look in your eyes you used to give him before you started to date. The look of desire.

He quickly looked away before his eyes began to wander, “I see your hair is now green,” He quickly changed the subject.

You pulled at your hair, “Yeah, for the past two years, I have been on an island with a bunch of plant witches. They kinda helped me accept my curse and build its power.”

“So it’s not going to kill you?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nope, gonna live a long, adventurous life.”

Law nodded, “That’s good.”

You jumped up, “Yeah, and I can do this now!” You raised your hand, and a plant started to bloom from the grass-covered deck. A fruit bloomed from the small plant, and Law held his hand out as an apple dangled from the tip of the plant. Law gently plucked it and took a bite.

“Wow!” He said with his mouth full, “That is extremely useful.”

You smiled brightly, “Thanks, it’s the only reason Nami lets me tend to her orange groves.”

Law blushed as he looked down at the apple, “God, your smile still gets me every time.”

This time, you blushed, “What was that?” you asked.

Law looked up at you, his eyes shining in the moonlight, “Just, god, when I look at you, my heart just starts pounding, and my thoughts don’t make sense.”

You breathed in a sharp breath, not sure what to say, as your own heart and thoughts were doing the same.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day on Sabaody,” He admitted, quickly looking away, blushing. When you stood silent for too long, he stood up, “Forget it! It was a bad idea anyway.”

Law started to storm off, but you reached out, grabbing his arm, yanking him back before pulling him into a deep kiss. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” You admitted, pulling away. Law looked shocked but relaxed as he leaned in for another kiss, holding the back of your head to keep you close. You took a step back to take a breath, “The couch in the lounge is very comfy,” You suggested as you pulled at his sleeves.

Law hungrily allowed you to pull him into the lounge, kicking the door closed behind him as he dove into another kiss.

Law walked behind his three active crewmates, who were jumping from stall to stall, excited to be on Sabaody Island. Law smirked, watching them happily explore.

Law froze in his path when he heard a voice he recognized, a voice he hadn’t heard in almost a year. He turned his head slowly to confirm his suspicion. There you were, the person he had been looking for the past year. You were just as beautiful as the day he met you, and your smile was brighter than he could remember.

He knew it was a bad idea. You had left him; you didn’t want to be found. But when he looked at you, his mind raced, and his feet started to move on their own. He walked to the stall next to the one you were at, making sure to stay out of your eye line. You were browsing the plants they had for sale, an interest of yours he was glad you hadn’t lost. It wasn’t until he heard your laugh that his heart started to beat again. He needed you back; he needed to speak to you. So when he heard the shopkeeper sell you a scam, he couldn’t help but speak up.

“What a scam. The plant won’t even produce the bubbles outside of this Archipelago,” he scoffed.

Law’s heart immediately stopped again, afraid of what you were going to say or do. You stiffened before slowly turning your head to face him, your eyes pierced his own, filled with shock and anger.

His hand twitched at his side, ready to reach out to you to keep you from running, but a flicker of light entered your eyes, and for a moment, time froze, and Law thought you wouldn’t run.

And then your head snapped back, you threw berries at the shopkeeper, grabbed the plant, and started to storm away.

“Wait!” Law shouted, his hand moving upwards, wanting to grab you to pull you close. “Y/N!” His voice cracked slightly, and his fingers brushed your arm, but he couldn’t bring himself to grab your arm to hold you back.

His arm was yanked back when you quickly spun around to face him, “What do you want?” you asked coldly.

Law’s thoughts grew tangled. What did he want? Did he selfishly want you back? Did he want to explain the truth? “I just… I haven’t… You… I…” He tried to speak, to find the right words. He took a deep breath, looking over you, and the words that came out were the only thing he could think of when seeing you again, “You look good.”

You scoffed, “That’s it? It’s been a year since you left me on that island, and all you have to say is, ‘You look good’?” You shook your head, and the lump in his throat tightened again.

That's what he thought, that he left you on purpose, that he didn’t care about you, that he hated you. “I… Uh…” He tried to speak, to plead that he didn’t leave you, that it was an accident.

His thoughts shot back to a year ago when you stormed out of his office after he kicked you out. He placed his head on his desk, a tear falling down his face. He was losing you; he sensed it. If it wasn’t due to the curse, then it would be him and his stubbornness that would cause him to lose you. He loved you but had yet to admit it because everything he had ever loved met a terrible end.

Law sighed, sliding all his notes off the desk and into his trash can. You were right, there is no cure for the curse, and you seem to start to enjoy the plus sides of the curse. The curse itself is only a curse to devil fruit users, as the fungus would in theory choke out the devil fruit, in turn killing the user. You didn’t know this at the time but still jumped in front of him, taking on the curse. The fungus grew inside you and started to choke out your organs. Law was trapped with his own fears, watching you collapse, unable to breathe. Law was able to slow the fungus growth, but it was hugged so tightly on your heart that if he removed it, it would kill you.

There haven't been any signs of the fungus growing, but the image of you on the ground coughing blood was trapped in his nightmares. That fear controlled him.

Before he could continue to spiral, the Polar Tang harshly lurched.

Law was on his feet, running to the bridge. The Marines had found them. There was a Marine ship right in front of the Polar Tang, and they had their cannons pointed right at the sub. “What are they doing!” Law shouted, seeing this. “We are docked at a town! Are they planning on destroying the town as well?” His crew was flooding into the bridge, ready to follow orders. “Get out of range of the island and then submerge!” Law ordered.

The sub sprung to life, quickly moving across the water before sinking into the water and dashing far away from the island. Law was baffled at the Marines and their actions, “They would destroy an entire town just to take down one pirate ship,” Law grumbled, voicing his anger and slamming a fist into the metal wall, leaving a dent. The crew watched carefully, keeping their distance from their enraged captain. Each of them looked at each other, wondering where you were and why you weren’t calming him down.

Law stormed back into his quarters. He looked over at his bed, almost expecting to see you sitting on the bed to talk some sense into him. But you weren’t there, and he remembered why; he kicked you out. Law sighed before collapsing on his bed, shoving his face into the pillow you tended to prefer.

The next day, Law went about his day, and you still had not made an appearance, and Law began to worry. Law figured you were just extremely pissed at him and were keeping your distance.

It wasn’t until Ikkaku approached him, asking if you were with him since you never returned to your shared room last night.

Law’s heart tightened, and he called for a search. The entire crew was searching the ship for you, but there were no signs of you.

Law ordered that they returned to the island, and the crew split up, asking everyone if they had seen you. At the end of the day, Law ended up in the bar with his head lowered, drinking his sorrows away.

Law threw himself into a seat at the bar, grumbling his order. The bartender never brought his order out but stood in front of him, glaring. “What’s your problem?” he grumbled, clearly not in the mood to deal with the bartender.

“You’re that Law guy?” The bartender stated dryly.

“Yeah, what of it? Don't you serve pirates here?” Law stood up, slamming on the bar.

The bartender scoffed, “No, we serve pirates, they’re the best spenders. We don’t serve asshole ex-boyfriends who abandon their partners.”

Law paused, his eyes widening and shaking, “What are you talking about?” Law asked in shock as the puzzles started to fall into place.

The bartender shook their head, “Y/N was here last night before finding out that you took off, leaving them here.” They went to turn around, but Law jumped over the bar, grabbing the bartender’s shirt, pulling them closer.

“Where are they?!” He asked gruffly, not caring about the opinions of the people around him, only about your safety and return.

The bartender shoved Law off them, “Far away from here and far away from you.” They spit in his face, clearly forming their own image of Law and his actions.

Law recognized this and took a step back, “Listen clearly, you have an idea about me, but I did not ‘abandon’ Y/N, I would never. I just want their safe return.”

“What a liar.” A voice scoffed from behind him.

Law whipped his head around to find the entire bar was now glaring at him, holding their weapons and watching carefully.

Law slowly sat down, sensing the growing aggression. He turned back to the bartender. His brain began to swarm. After your fight, you must have left the ship, and while the marines attacked and he made the decision to leave, you were off the ship and unaware. A lump formed in his throat; the last words he said to you were, ‘get out’. He couldn’t blame you to think he had left you. “Are they safe?” Law asked as sincerely as he could, lowering his eyes, “Please, I need to know. And I need them to know I didn’t leave them.” Tears began to form in his eyes. You were right; he pushed you away, and for good this time.

The bartender looked at him, unsure, sensing the truth in his words. “I can’t tell you where they went other than they don’t want to be found. You hurt them… a lot… But they are somewhere safe. I can’t help you further.” The bartender slid a glass filled with the drink he ordered towards him before walking away. Law grabbed the back of his head, looking down at the drink in front of him as tears dripped into it. You were gone, and you didn’t want to be found. He pushed you away.

Tears formed in Law’s eyes, and he thought back to that day, and he looked at your angered face.

“Just what I thought,” You scoffed, turning away, again.

He can’t let you leave again not without knowing the truth. “Wait! Please!” He begged, “I didn’t mean to leave you. I didn’t know.”

He watched you straighten up, freezing in your steps. “What is that supposed to mean?” You finally asked.

Law brightened up, a flicker of hope lighting inside him, “I didn’t know you left the ship,” He quickly jumped to explaining. “After our fight, I didn’t know you left the ship, and then the marines attacked, and we left in a hurry. If I knew you left the ship that night, I would have never left.” He rushed, afraid you would take off, “I came back!” He shouted his last plead.

You slowly turned back to face him, Law sighed in relief, you believed him there is still a chance he can get you back, “The moment I found out you weren’t on the Tang, I immediately turned back to find you, but you were gone. I searched everywhere for you until a bartender told me you didn’t want to be found.”

You shook your head, “You came back?”

Law nodded, “I would never leave you like that.” He looked at you, filled with sorrow that he made you feel that way, “I’m so sorry.”

Law watched you take a deep breath before your shoulder relaxed and a smile crossed your lips, “You know what? I forgive you.”

You forgive him, that statement hit Law hard he didn’t know how badly he needed to hear that. “You do?” He sucked in a hopeful breath, Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea that his apology will bring you back.

You nod and Law heart started to beat heavily awaiting your next words.

“I mean, it was a shitty thing to do, and I felt shitty for so long.” You started to explain, “But now, I am with the Straw Hats, and I’m happy. After I realized the Polar Tang left, I gained a new perspective on life, which led me to them, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You paused, Law kept quite letting your words sink in feeling like he was never able to give you what you truly needed, “Not that I didn’t love being a Heart Pirate, but the Straw Hats, they’re different. They all have amazing dreams and have helped so many people and taught me so much. Now I dream of understanding every island’s ecosystem, and Luffy and the rest of them are helping me achieve that dream.”

The lump in his throat loosened a little while he was still sad at the realization you would not be joining him again but he felt lighter knowing you are happy and safe.

Law’s lips twitched, “I… I understand.” He lowered his head and shoved his hand in his pocket. “I’m glad you are happy.”

You smiled and Law’s heart fluttered you took a step towards him and Law wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and carry you back to his ship but he knew he couldn’t, you had to go on your own. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked at your eyes and couldn’t help but return the smile. “God, when I look at you.” You mumbled under your breath.

Law barely heard the word but he did. The words held a lot meaning behind it. That you still found him attractive and he could tell by the look in your eyes the same look you gave whenever he remove his shirt, or when he was doing something particularly attractive.

“What was that?” He asked hoping to get you to say the words again.

“Nothing.” You said and Law smirked for some reason that answer was better than anything else he could of thought you to say.

“Okay…” He teases, “Well, the Polar Tang is docked at grove 15 if you wanted to stop by.”

He gave you the offer the opportunity to come to him by your own decision now that you knew the truth.

Law smirk grew when he watched the blush on your cheek grow and coughed, “Maybe I will.. I’ve got to go join my crew now.” You spoke quickly and turned to look at the people behind him but he could care less you were still here in front of him, “But this was nice.” You smiled before taking a step forward to walk past him but you quickly spun around and your lips pushed against his cheek.

Law’s thought stopped and the feeling of your lips on him lit something inside him again and he felt like he was flying. When you left running toward your crew mates he raised his hand to his cheek hoping to hold the feeling there. His entire face lit up red as he watched you run off with your beautiful smile and playful skip. He was once again hopelessly in love with you.

“Captain?” A voice asked behind him, causing him to jump, shaking him out of his thought. Law spins around to see his large fluffy brother, Bepo, “Was that y/n?” He asked.

Law turned back with a smile, watching you hold up your new plant to the two women of the Straw Hats. “Yeah, that was y/n” He smiles.

Law happy thoughts were quickly replaced with worry as the day continue first the marines had surrounded the building that you all found yourself in. Then you went running off with your new crew. Every bone in his body want to run after you or to hold you back and keep you by his side but his mind wouldn’t let him knowing you are happy and your laughs that echoed across the battle field nailed that into him.

Then Law later learned that your crew was attacked and defeated, no where to be found. Law heart sunk so far into his chest you were gone again and somewhere he could find. At least when he found out you were a Straw Hat he knew where you were and that you were safe. Now he has no idea if you are even alive.

Law took this sorrow and concern with him until 2 years later when he saw in the papers a photo of all the Staw Hats with you smiling in the center that his heart was lifted again.

Not long after he was shocked to see your face in person busting out the door of a remote frozen island he has been hiding at.

Time stopped when his eyes met yours. You were different, older, stronger, and barely dressed in the freezing cold. Law jaw dropped in shocked but completely frozen unable to move or think. All his thoughts went blank and his only thoughts was you and you being right in front of him again.

Before Law could say or do anything you and the rest of you crew took off down the hallway.

Law kept missing you until the chaos on Punk Hazard finally came to a close Law found himself on the same ship as you waiting for you to take the approach to him.

Law slowly becomes less hopeful as you continue to avoid him. Maybe he was wrong thinking after your last conversation that you would want him back.

But finally when the sun set and the entire crew fell asleep your figure sat next to him.

“I was wondering when you would come talk to me,” Law spoke, his voice raspy with tiredness.

“I’m starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to,” you said, crossing your arms.

“And yet here you are,” Law smiled, looking over you, “You look good.”

You smiled back at him, “Thanks, You do too.” Law smirked when he saw you bite you lip and give the same look that has been in his dreams.

His eyes wonder to your hair, “I see your hair is now green,” A small ping of worry floods though his body again, your curse was taking over you body again, but he smiled though it.

You pulled at your mossy green hair with little mushrooms and flowers blooming in it, “Yeah, for the past two years, I have been on a island with a bunch of plant witches. They kinda helped me accept my curse and build its power.”

“So it’s not going to kill you?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nope, gonna live a long, adventurous life.”

Law sighed with relief, his worry falling away, “That’s good.”

You jumped up, “Yeah, and I can do this now!” You raised your hand, and a plant started to bloom from the grass-covered deck. A fruit bloomed from the small plant, and Law held his hand out as an apple dangled from the tip of the plant. Law gently plucked it and took a bite.

“Wow!” He said with his mouth full, “That is extremely useful.” Law’s heart fluttered, watching you smile brightly.

“Thanks, it’s the only reason Nami lets me tend to her orange groves.”

Law blushed as he looked down at the apple, “God, your smile still gets me every time.”

“What was that?” You asked, tilting your head at him.

Law looked up, locking his eyes with yours, “Just, god, when I look at you, my heart starts pounding, and my thoughts don’t make any sense.”

You breathed in a sharp breath, and Law smirked, he knew he got you and his only thoughts were you and getting you back. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day on Sabaody,” He admitted, but when he look at you frozen in though he knew he made a mistake, he jumped the gun, he was moving too fast. Law quickly stood up, regretting his advances, you have no reason to come back to you not after everything he has done. “Forget it! It was a bad idea anyways.”

He quickly spun on his feet, ready to storm off, but your hand wrapped around his arm, causing him to stop. You yanked his arm back, and he followed the movement as he spun into you and your lips collided. Law thoughts stopped as he deepened into the kiss.

You pushed back slightly, and Law leaned forward, wishing for more. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” You admitted, and Law’s heart fluttered before leaning back into the kiss, holding you close, “The couch in the lounge is very comfy,” You suggested, pulling away from the kiss again.

You grabbed his hand and started to pull him to a door, but he didn’t care; his only focus was on you.

When you both entered the room, Law kicked the door closed behind you before leaning forward, pulling you close into another kiss until you made your way to the couch.

Law sat at the edge of a cliff, looking off at the sea and its taunting waves. The wind whipped his coat around him as fingers rubbed the worn rope of Kikoku’s hilt. The bags beneath his eyes were deep, the faint spark of hope that was growing since Dressrosa had extinguished, replaced by a hollow void.

From the small hut behind him, Bepo watched, his large paws wringing together. This was the third island they had traveled to while in hiding. Bepo had to take the lead role in their planning while Law retreated into his grief

“Captain?” Bepo called, his voice a hesitant rumble.

Law's head shifted, a brief, sharp glare, before returning to the restless waves. "What, Bepo?”

The bear rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he approached. “I brought food.”

“I’m not hungry,” Law grumbled.

Bepo placed the plate on the ground beside him. "Captain, you've barely eaten. Please." His large, pleading eyes, usually an irresistible force, met with Law's vacant stare.

Law scoffed, his gaze fixed on the turbulent sea. "Why bother?”

Bepo's brow furrowed, his voice laced with a frustrated sadness. "They could have survived," he mumbled, the words a raw, painful truth.

Law's head snapped around, his eyes blazing. "Excuse me?"

Bepo met his gaze, his own eyes filled with a determined anger. "You are disrespecting their strength by thinking they all died. Especially Y/N!"

Law's eyes squeezed shut, a flinch at the sound of her name. He looked away, the pain a physical ache.

Bepo leaned closer in anger. "Y/N is the strongest person I know; she could have survived, but you are disrespecting her by thinking she didn’t!"

"You don't think I know that!" Law shouted, rising to his feet, his voice raw. "Of course she could of survived” Bepo looked up in confustion. Law sighed as He sank back down, his body heavy with grief. "But her daughter didn’t," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. “She couldn’t of.”

Bepo's eyes widened. "Daughter?" His mind raced, piecing together the past month. "Y/N was pregnant?" Law nodded, his head bowed in sorrow.

"Was it yours?" Bepo questioned in shock.

Law shook his head, his grip tightening on Kikoku. "It was a guard from Wano," he growled, the words thick with a bitter edge.

"What?" Bepo's voice was a hushed whisper.

"In the Wano prison. The guard, he..." Law trailed off, the memory a sharp, agonizing sting.

"I... I didn't know," Bepo stammered, his mind reeling.

"She didn't want anyone to know. She was afraid the crew would see her as weak."

"We would never!" Bepo protested, his voice filled with hurt. "How could I let that happen?" He grabbed his head in frustration.

"It wasn't your fault," Law said, his voice low. "You can't blame yourself. It won't help anything, and it just takes away from what happened to her."

Law’s breath hitched. He looked away. "She didn't know it was a girl." His eyes began to water. "I was going to tell her when we made it to Dressrosa." Bepo reached over to hug his brother in comfort. "She was afraid if it was a boy, it would look like that guard."

Bepo’s eyebrows pinched in thought. "Is that why we were on track for Dressrosa?"

Law nodded, pushing out of the hug. "She thought it would be the best place to raise her child away from the pirate life. And I figured she would do good for the kingdom. I had a lot of hope for her."

Bepo looked down in thought. "You were going to join her?" he stated in realization.

Law’s eyes widened. He had not admitted his desire to join you to anyone. "Not right away. I’d still wanted to find out more about the Will of D, but I think after that, a part of me wanted to settle down with her."

A few days later, Bepo’s hands trembled as he stared at the photos delivered by an unknown bird. Law emerged from the hut, his eyes drawn to Bepo’s distress.

"Bepo, what do you have there?" Law asked, his voice sharp.

Bepo instinctively hid the photos, his eyes wide with fear. Law’s frown deepened. "Give it to me," he ordered, his voice laced with ice.

Bepo reluctantly handed over the photos. Law’s heart sinks as the color drains from his face.

The photos showed you, chained and bloodied, your eyes vacant, your body bearing the marks of brutal treatment. The hoodie he last saw you in was torn, revealing the lower curve of your stomach, confirming the loss of your child.

Law’s emotions twisted into a spiral. A part of him was relieved to see you clearly alive. Another part of him was furious to see you in such a state, and the last part of him was furious that he had put you in such a situation again.

A letter, stained with a dark, viscous substance, lay beneath the photos. He unfolded it, recognizing your handwriting, the ink clearly blood.

‘Law, I am writing this under the distress of Blackbeard. However, I am convinced he cannot read or write. He is currently telling me to write my pleas for rescue, but I insist you don’t.

The crew is here as well. We can survive together.

Unfortunately, Hakugan, Clione, and Jean Bart did not survive the Polar Tang explosion.

But the rest of the crew is alive and well.

Blackbeard has given me coordinates for you to meet us, but I insist that you don’t. He may include photos that will scare you, but I’m fine. Your survival and the preservation of your Devil Fruit are of utmost importance. Do not come.

35°39′31″N, 139°44′44″E.

Y/N.’

Law crumpled up the letter in his hand and held it close to his face in thought.

Law crumpled the letter, his knuckles white. "Captain?" Bepo asked, his voice trembling. "What are we going to do?"

Your eyelids fluttered open, the harsh glare of a single, flickering lantern stabbing into your eyes. You flinched, a wave of nausea washing over you, and raised a trembling hand to shield your face. A chorus of voices, distorted and echoing, announced, "She's up!" The sound vibrated through your skull, a painful thrumming that made you groan.

You struggled to sit up, your body protesting with every movement. Your head swam, and a dull ache pulsed behind your eyes. Hands, warm and reassuring, steadied you. You looked up, your vision blurry, to see Shachi's worried face hovering above you. You were lying on the cold, damp stone floor, your head resting in his lap. Ikkaku and Penguin held your shoulders, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

"Shachi? Ikkaku? Penguin? Where are we? What happened?" You pressed a hand to your throbbing temple, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of your memory. "LAW!" You shouted, the name tearing from your throat, a raw, desperate plea. You tried to rise, but your legs buckled, and Ikkaku and Penguin gently lowered you back down.

Your gaze fell to your abdomen, the torn fabric of Law’s hoodie revealing the brutal truth. You raised a shaky hand, the phantom weight of your lost child a crushing burden. Your fingers traced the jagged cuts, the skin cold and scarred. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. You winced, pulling your hand away, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth.

"They're dead… my child…" Your voice cracked, a broken whisper. "I killed them. I failed Law… I… I…" You hiccuped, wet coughs wracking your body, and leaned into Ikkaku, sobbing.

Ikkaku's own tears threatened to spill as she held you close, her hand stroking your hair. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, unable to find the words to comfort you.

Exhaustion claimed you, and you slipped into unconsciousness, leaving Ikkaku to face the bewildered stares of the crew. She sighed, gently lowering your head back into her lap, and continued to stroke your hair, a silent vigil.

"Did she say 'child'?" Penguin asked, his voice barely a whisper. All eyes turned to Shachi.

Shachi's eyes widened. Ikkaku shook her head. "You haven't hooked up in a year." Shachi sighed in relief, earning an eye roll from Ikkaku.

"If it wasn't Shachi, was it… the captain's?" Penguin questioned, and a murmur rippled through the crew.

"They have been spending a lot of time together," Shachi commented, his brow furrowed in thought. The crew erupted in a flurry of questions and theories.

"Stop it!" Ikkaku snapped, her voice sharp. "It wasn't Law's or anyone you know!"

The crew fell silent, their eyes fixed on Ikkaku.

She sighed, her gaze softening as she looked down at your tear-streaked face. "It was a guard at the Wano prison."

The crew exchanged shocked glances, waiting for her to continue.

"She was protecting the other women… and…" Ikkaku swallowed a sob. "She didn't want to get rid of it, and the captain was going to take her to Dressrosa."

A wave of sorrow washed over the crew. They looked around the cold, damp cell, their hearts aching for you. A silent pact formed: Never again.

When you finally awoke, Ikkaku's arms were wrapped tightly around you, her breathing deep and even. You carefully disentangled yourself and found half the crew asleep, the others standing guard. Penguin shuffled over, helping you gently lay Ikkaku down.

"What happened?" you asked, your voice hoarse.

Penguin lowered his head. "Blackbeard…. The Polar Tang was destroyed, killing those aboard.” He swallowed hard at the memory, and you looked around, noting the missing crew members. “The rest of us woke up in here.”

"Law?" you questioned, your heart pounding.

"We think he and Bepo escaped. That’s why Blackbeard brought us here, to lure him back."

You nodded, taking in the battered forms of your crew. You licked your dry, cracked lips and walked to the cell bars. The air was thick with the stench of mildew and fear. Across the way, a figure stirred in another cell.

The woman seemed to be asleep, and you looked over at Penguin for answers as he approached."Pudding, One of Big Mom's daughters. Straw Hat was supposed to marry her.”

You nodded. “Has she been any help?”

Penguin shook his head. “She just taunts us.”

You turned around, looking to find only 16 of the 19 crew members of the Heart Pirates remained, excluding Law and Bepo. You took a deep breath to avoid crying again and turned to Penguin. “What is the status of everyone?”

"Minor injuries, cuts. We bandaged everyone. You were the only one… your injuries were grim. You were in a coma for three days. Blackbeard was insistent we stabilize you."

"He was?"

"He thinks you're the reason he didn't leave us on the island."

You sighed, looking over your crew. "Then we'll prove him wrong."

Penguin frowned, but nodded. "With you here, I think he will be proven right." He mumbled to himself.

The next morning, Blackbeard's booming laughter echoed through the hold as he banged a metal cup against the cell bars. Shachi and Penguin immediately stepped in front of you, the rest of the crew forming a protective wall. Ikkaku's grip tightened on your arm.

Ikkaku grabbed your shoulder to ensure you would stay behind the wall and close to her.

Blackbeard laughed, a guttural sound that echoed through the cold, damp cell. "I see you are finally awake." His eyes, dark and predatory, scanned the crew, then locked onto yours. "Good."

"Her condition is not your concern!" Shachi shouted, crossing his arms and shifting himself defiantly in front of Blackbeard's gaze.

Blackbeard scoffed, "I am just glad to see her awake." He pressed his face closer to the bars, his gaze pierced through the crew, locking onto yours.. "I'll need you awake for what I have planned."

Your eyes glared at the man, a mask of defiance hiding the flicker of fear within. The man laughed at your expression before turning to leave.

Your eyes glared at the man, a mask of defiance hiding the flicker of fear within. The man laughed at your expression before turning to leave.

Your glare stood strong, not letting any fears through, which could not be said the same for Ikkaku, who gripped your arm tighter, her knuckles white. You patted her arm in assurance. "Thank you all," you spoke, looking up at your crew members, their faces a wall of determination.

"We promise we won't let anyone touch you here," Shachi stated, his voice ringing with conviction.

A laugh, sharp and mocking, cut through the air. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." You looked over to see Pudding, her three eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Shachi rolled his eyes, ignoring her along with the rest of the crew. "You can't think your small action will actually keep him away from her." She laughed again, a high-pitched, unsettling sound.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Shachi finally snapped, turning towards her.

She laughed, "We are all here for a reason, and hers is that she will lure your captain. And from what I've heard from your quite loud group, I'll say he is right."

You scowled and opened your mouth to retort, but Shachi spoke first, "Good! When the captain comes, he'll defeat Blackbeard just like she defeated your mom!"

Pudding flinched, a flicker of anger crossing her face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Just don't make promises you can't keep. Blackbeard found a weakness for your captain, and he will use it. Your little protective wall just proved him right."

Shachi scowled, but this time you silenced him, grabbing his arm. "Our captain is not foolish. Even if you are right, our captain will come in with a level head because he knows this crew is strong. And I promise that," you spat, before turning back to the crew, walking away from Pudding.

"Believe what you want," she scoffed, turning her head away.

Blackbeard returned the next day, a predatory smirk twisting his lips as he saw you sitting proudly in the center of the cell, surrounded by your crew. The moment the door creaked open, the crew jumped to their feet, forming their protective wall.

Blackbeard laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "This again? Do you really think a wall will keep me from her?" The crew stood straighter, their faces grim, but remained silent.

"The child was not Law's," you stated coldly, your voice echoing in the cell.

Blackbeard was taken aback, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, as if he had hoped the child was Law's. But he quickly shook his head. "That doesn't matter. I saw his desperation for you. His child or not, you will still make him weak."

Your glare intensified. "My captain will not make that mistake again and will destroy you."

"But he will when he sees what I have done to you while he was away again." Black shadows writhed, tendrils of darkness reaching out like grasping hands, their coldness seeping into the stone floor, creeping from beneath him and into the cell. "I heard about what happened in Wano… the way they…" he trailed off with a dark chuckle, "Let's see how desperate he would be to prevent that from happening again." Fear, cold and sharp, pierced you as the void stretched up your legs, the feeling of its coldness like a hand grabbing your soul.

Ikkaku and Shachi grabbed onto you, pulling you away from the encroaching darkness, but it was too strong, pulling you inexorably closer to the cell bars. You fought to stay in their arms, your nails scraping against their rough skin, leaving shallow, useless marks, but Blackbeard's Devil Fruit was too powerful. You were yanked through the group, your throat suddenly gripped in his hand.

The crew broke into a chaotic panic, shouting and lunging at the bars, their faces contorted with horror and rage, but Blackbeard pushed them back, slamming the heavy door shut with a deafening clang. He dangled you by his side, your feet kicking uselessly, your fingers clawing at his hand, as he left the prison. The last thing you saw was Ikkaku's face, a mask of pure, unadulterated terror.

Pudding sighed, "I warned you."

The clash of steel echoed across the sunbaked beach as the battle between the Hearts and a smaller aspiring pirate crew. The Heart Pirates were dancing through the battle while you fell behind. Your mind is clouded, and your usual attacks missed their marks. Law quickly pegged your struggles, “Y/N! Either step it up or head back to the tang!” His voice boomed across the beach.

Stubbornness fueled inside of you, and you jumped back into your dance. Your once cloudy thought is now blank as you go through the motions. Law smirked watching you return to your normal self, dancing with parries, dodges, and well- placed blows. You barely notice the ache in your side.

As the fight died down Law searched around the beach to find you leaning on a rock holding you side tightly. Law approach cautiously listening to your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Are you injured?” Law asked pulling to your side trying to scan your form. You nodded lifting your hand to reveal the thin gash barely needing stitches. Law’s brow furrowed in confusion. You’d brushed off worse injuries without batting an eyelid. This wound, the panic – it didn’t make sense. Tears welled in your eyes as you look at the gash.

“What’s really wrong, y/n?” Law’s voice softened looking up at you locking eyes.

Taking a shuddering breath you blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

Law froze, his gaze darted between your face and the wound. Law jumped up to his feet looking over at his first mate, “Bepo!” The mink peeked up, “I’m taking y/n back to the tang I need you to take point.”

The polar bear nodded, and Law scooped you into his arms. A moment later, you found yourself in the submarine's infirmary, gently deposited on the examination table. Law turned and scrubbed his hands before facing you again. “So why do you think you’re pregnant?”

“My period was supposed to start a week and a half ago.” You spoke starring at the wall blankly. Law silently preforms a scan confirming your condition.

"So, who’s the father?" His voice was gruff, laced with a hint of concern. “Is it Shachi?” You shook your head sharply, heightening Law’s concern as you refused his gaze.

“Can you at least tell me when you suspect conception occurred?” His asked taking on a calmer, but no less serious tone.

“Twenty-eight days ago,” you mumbled, a tear traced a salty path down your cheek.

Law’s head snapped up, a horrifying realization dawning on him. His starred at you with eyes filled with anger and concern, “In the Wano prison?” he breathed in shock as you nodded.

Law’s furry began to grow as he hovered over angerly, when you flinched at the movement, he lowered himself back to your level, “Tell me everything”

You shook you head your breath getting caught in your throat. “It was one of the guards.”

“Why didn’t Shachi or Penguin do anything about it?”

“Ikkuka and I were separated from them. The women were placed in another cell.” You sniffled recalling the events while Law listened carefully, “I saw some of the guards being aggressive to some of the woman and I shouted at them to stop. The guards just turned his aggression to me…” Tears now flooded down your face.

“Is Ikkuka?”

“She’s fine. She couldn’t do anything there was too many of them, but they never touched her. I wouldn’t allow it.” You defended.

“Why didn’t either of you tell me sooner?” His hand cupped your tear-stained cheek, his thumb gently traced away the tears flowing down your face.

“It didn’t matter,” you tried to smile but failed as you lips pulled down into a deep frown.

Law placed his hand on your shoulder, “Everything that happens to my crew matters.” He looked deep into your eyes unwavering. You nodded as your breathing calmed and you wiped away the snot dripping from your nose.

Law nodded as he pushed off you step back with his sword in hand. Panic surged through you as he pointed the tip towards your abdomen.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you shrieked scrambling back in fear.

“Removing the blastocyst,” he explained, his voice devoid of emotion.

“The what?” you shouted clutching your stomach protectively.

“The child,” he clarified, lowering his sword slightly. “It won’t hurt.”

He expected you to calm down and agree to the procedure but instead you remained in a protective state.

“You’re not considering keeping it, are you?” His tone was laced with disbelief.

Shame flooded your cheeks, “I… I don’t know,” you mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Law exhaled a frustrated sigh stepping closer to you his voice softening.

“We can’t have a baby on a pirate ship, y/n,” Law said, his voice laced with practicality.

You knew he was right. Life on the grand line was harsh and unpredictable adding the fact that you are a pirate on a ship with one of the highest bounties. But a tiny voice inside you hesitated, “But…” You stammered, “It’s a baby. How can I just.”

Law groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “That would be your maternal instinct kicking in, Y/n. But you know you can’t have a child. You’re a pirate the world government won’t care if you had a kid. Beside we are deep in the grand line we can’t just take a detour to the North Blue and I am not leaving you at some random island.”

You felt a cold dread pool into your stomach. “Fine!” you blurted out, “Just do it, then!”

Law pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “No,” he said firmly.

“No? What do you mean no?” you shouted, jumping to your feet. You were a tangled mess of emotions – fear, anger, and something you couldn’t name. “You were just lecturing me about how I have to get rid of it, and now you just… say no?”

“No, I won’t ‘Just do it’” he clarified, his voice softer now, “You need to be completely on board with this decision, Y/n.”

“Two second ago, you were perfectly fine with killing it without my permission!”

“That was before I knew you were hesitant. I won’t have you blaming me later when you start to regret it. I need to know, for sure, that you’re fully at peace with this choice, whatever it may be.”

Silence stretched between you, think with tension and the weight of the decision. You buried your face into your hand’s frustration gnawing at you. You grabbed at your hair; a strangled scream escaped your lips. Hot tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision.

Law placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. His gaze held a mixture of concern and empathy, “What do you want to do, Y/n?” he asked, his voice soft yet unwavering.

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Part 2

A/N: I had a bit to much fun with this and wrote a second chapter with plans for a third chapter for this. I'll post the second chapter tomorrow which is my current favorite. Both chapter can technically stand alone but this one sets the tone and the start to your relationship with law.

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You and your fellow Heart Pirates were in a clash with another rival crew after your captain Law had successfully stolen the heart of their captain. The fight took a nasty turn when it turned out the captain had just acquired a Devil Fruit. As the clash drove the attention away from the vice-captain he shoved the fruit down his throat.

The ground began to tremble violently as the pirate grappled with the fruits power. Law muttered as he analyzed the fruit and the list of powers it may possess. Cracks snaked in the ground splitting the fight in half with a crater.

“Captain! We should get going!” You shout at him from across the cracks. Law looked up before nodded giving you permission to take point. You turn to the half of the crew that was on your side of the fight. “Alright Guys let’s get a move on!” You ordered. The crew nodded and finished their fight with a pushing blow to their opponent before they took off towards the beach where the Polar Tang was docked. You look on the other side of the crater to see the other half of the crew doing the same with your captain following behind them with his sword drawn pushing off anyone blocking his or his crew’s way.

Instinctively, you gravitated towards Law behind the rest of the crew, your eyes flitting between him and the enraged pirates thundering at your heels. "Got the heart?" you gasped, lungs burning. Law met your gaze showing you the pirate captain's pulsing heart trapped in the cool blue cube he clutched. A curt nod of acknowledgment was all you could manage before a frantic yell from Law ripped your attention back. He skidded to a halt; his face etched with horror. The ground beneath your feet dissolved with a sickening crumble. Your stomach lurched; a silent scream trapped in your throat as you plummeted into the abyss.

Before you let out a scream you were transported to the ground next to Law. “Holy shit!” You gasped, clutching at your chest as the world righted itself. A glance down revealed a gaping chasm where the ground had been moments ago, its jagged edges a chilling reminder of your near demise. Law grips your shoulder pulling you to your feet as you glance across the chasm, the crew’s faces were etched with concern. But your reprieve was short-lived as the enraged pirate crew closing in led by the vice-captain. Law whirled around, his sword singing a deadly hum as he spun it around with blue sphere materialized in his outstretched hand, crackling with ominous energy.

“Trafalgar Law!” The captain clapped walking through his crew to the front, “I am honored you came after my heart, but I would like it back now.” As the captain distracted your own you noticed a sliver of movement in the alleyway caught your eye – a glint of metal from a rifle held by a civilian. He had remained unnoticed amidst the chaos but now he had a rifle trained on your captain.

“Captain!” you screamed, the urgency ripping through your throat. Instinctively, you lunged for Law, shoving him with all your might as the deafening crack of a gunshot shattered the air. You felt the bullet graze your shoulder causing you to lose your footing and change you shoving direction into the chasm sending you and Law plummeting into the abyss.

Agony ripped through you as your back slammed against the unforgiving rock wall of the chasm. The impact forced a scream from your throat, choked off as another jolt of pain lanced through your shoulder wound. Law's desperate yell reached you faintly, a mixture of his name and a strangled curse as his hand shot out, fingertips brushing yours before the cruel distance swallowed him whole.

Panic clawed at your throat. Below, darkness crept in as the chasm walls seemed to converge, the sun's light fading into a memory. A frantic glance upwards confirmed your worst fear. The edge, once a gaping maw against the sky, was already narrowing. The pirate was closing it, sealing your fate.

Law's voice, raspy with exertion, echoed through the deepening gloom. "Room!" he roared; the word laced with a desperation. But even his devil fruit ability seemed to struggle against the relentless closing of the chasm.

The sickening descent mercifully slowed just before your body met the unforgiving ground. Law, with a final, desperate exertion, had managed to activate his Room for a fleeting moment, breaking your fall just enough to prevent further catastrophic damage. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled onto your side, spitting a metallic tang of blood onto the dusty cavern floor.

Through the gloom, you made out the faint outline of Law several meters away, slumped against a rock wall. Ignoring the throbbing pain in your shoulder and the dull ache spreading through your body, you dragged yourself towards him.

"Captain?" you rasped, “Are you alright?"

A low groan rumbled through the darkness, followed by the rustle of fabric as Law pushed himself to sit up. He winced, clutching his head with one hand. "Fine," he muttered. "You?" Law asked, his voice barely a whisper in the gloom.

He couldn't see you, not clearly at least. The only light was a faint sliver filtering down from the now-sealed chasm above, barely enough to cast long, grotesque shadows on the cavern walls. He knew you were somewhere nearby, the ragged sound of your breathing a beacon in the suffocating darkness.

Law extended his arm, groping blindly through the air. It wasn't just concern driving him – he needed a reference point, something solid in this inky void. His fingers brushed against your shoulder, the contact sending a jolt of pain shooting through you. You hissed, flinching away.

Law recoiled, his fingers slick with something warm and wet. He couldn't see it, but the metallic tang on his tongue confirmed his fears. "Shit, you got hit," he muttered, his voice laced with a frustration that echoed in the vast emptiness. "This was supposed to be an easy grab," he groaned, burying his face in his hand.

"Hey, hey," you soothed, reaching out in the darkness. Your hand brushed against his, cool and damp. "I'm fine. Barely grazed." You squeezed his hand gently, pulling it away from his face.

The touch seemed to ground him, "We got the heart," you continued, voice firm despite the tremor in your breath. "And the crew made it. We are just a little banged up, but alive. And the one who fired at us wasn't even a pirate, some scared civilian. You did everything right, Captain. We just got a little unlucky."

A smile tugged at your lips, "Now we just need to figure out how to get out of this damn hole," you thought out loud, your gaze sweeping across the impenetrable darkness. You shuffled around, brushing your hand against the rough wall.

Suddenly, your fingers brushed something unexpected - a thick, gnarled root protruding from the rock. An idea sparked in your mind. With a grunt, you tugged at the root, dislodging it from the wall. You ripped a strip of fabric from your sleeve, careful not to jostle your injured shoulder, and wrapped it tightly around the root's end.

Turning towards Law, a plan forming in your mind, you held out the makeshift torch. "Mind giving me a little spark, Captain?"

Law let out a low chuckle, A faint blue glow emanated from his outstretched hand, his Room crackling into existence for a brief moment.  The discharge arced towards your makeshift torch, igniting the fabric with a satisfying whoosh.  The darkness receded, replaced by a flickering orange glow that illuminated the cavern walls, revealing a cramped but navigable space.

The flickering torchlight illuminated your face, revealing your soft smile to Law. You cast your gaze around the cavern, searching for any sign of an escape route. As your eyes met Law's again, you couldn't help but notice the way his breath danced on your nose, the nearness of him both exhilarating and a little unnerving.

Law's gaze held yours, a storm of emotions swirling within its depths. He watched, seemingly transfixed, as you gently reached up. Your touch, surprisingly light, brushed his hair back, pushing his hat aside to get a better look at the wound on his forehead.

"It's a small cut," you murmured, your voice warm despite the chill seeping from the cavern walls. "Might need stitches if it keeps bleeding, but for now…"  Your voice trailed off as you scanned the wound with a practiced eye.

A blush crept up your cheeks as you became acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment. With a swift movement, you tore the remaining sleeve from your boiler suit. You pressed the makeshift bandage against the cut, securing it with a practiced twist. Finally, you replaced his hat, tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear with a tenderness that surprised you both.

You hastily pulled away from him, the heat of the moment flushing your cheeks. You held the makeshift torch high, casting its flickering light across the cavern walls. You noted a tunnel snaking towards the east when the polar tank was docked.

Turning, you saw Law pushing himself off the wall, a renewed determination etched on his face. Before you could move towards the tunnel, a firm hand clamped onto your uninjured arm. Law stood in front of you, his gaze dropping to your other arm – the one with the gunshot wound.

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he brushed the torn fabric of your suit away from the injury. Your breath hitched when he gently poked the area around the wound which had already begun clotting, a scab forming to staunch the blood flow, but the surrounding skin remained red and inflamed. You flinched as his fingers brushed the sensitive area, but before you could protest, Law grabbed your injured arm just above the wound, pulling it closer to him. With a swift motion, he tore off his own sleeve.

"Looks like we both need new outfits," he quipped, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he carefully wrapped the makeshift bandage around your shoulder. The unexpected tenderness of his actions sent a warmth through you. He turned towards the tunnel and began his hike.

You jogged to catch up with Law, the flickering light of the torch painting the cavern walls in an eerie dance of shadows. Curiosity battled with the pressing situation. "How'd that pirate do something like this so soon after eating his fruit?” you asked.

Law shrugged, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Devil Fruit powers hinge on the user's knowledge," he explained, his voice a low rumble. "For instance, the Ope Ope no Mi, my fruit, requires medical expertise to unlock its full potential I'm still learning its full capabilities.”

"So, your saying that guy knew about cavern and tunnel making?" you laughed at the oddity.

"Or construction,” Law replied curtly. "Either way, it seems fortune favored him more than skill in this instance."

"Speaking of devil fruits," you said, a playful lilt in your voice. "How did you acquire yours?"

Law's steps faltered for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his features, barely visible in the flickering light. "That's a long story," he muttered, his voice strained.

You chuckled, oblivious to the shift in his mood. "Well, we've got all the time in the world down here, wouldn't you say, Captain?"

A heavy sigh of defeat escaped Law's lips. "I was just a kid," he began, his voice low. "Thirteen and dying from a disease doctors wouldn’t even touch. Then, someone… someone took pity on me, I guess. He forced the fruit down my throat." He spoke quickly in a clear effort to downplay the weight of the story.

"Was it Corazon?" you pressed gently, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

Law's entire body seemed to freeze. His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, the only sound was the steady drip of water somewhere deeper in the tunnel. "How do you—" he began, his voice barely a whisper.

You couldn't help but laugh, a sound that echoed oddly in the confined space. "You have his name stitched on the back of your favorite jacket, Captain," you explained, a playful smile on your face. "It's a bit hard to miss."

Law's cheeks flushed a faint red, he clicked his tongue, a small sound of annoyance. "Yeah, it was…" he trailed off for a moment, finally meeting your gaze. "He saved me. I was a terrible kid back then, ungrateful and angry. But he… he was kind.” His voice dropped to a low murmur, filled with a quiet sorrow.

"I wouldn't be here without him, but I just wish I knew why," Law admitted, his voice a low rumble. "Why did he love me?"

The weight of his question hung heavy in the air. You reached out and gently placed your hand on his arm. "Maybe," you began softly, "he saw the person you would become. The strong, capable captain who leads with his mind and protects his crew." A grateful smile tugged at your lips. "I'm glad he loved you and saved you, Captain. Because then who would have saved me?"

Law met your gaze, a flicker of something warm passing through his stoic facade. He didn't reply, but a rare smile tugged at the corner of his mouth – a silent acknowledgement of your words.

As you delved deeper into the tunnel, a soft glow began to illuminate your path. Your heart pounded with anticipation as the light grew brighter, finally bursting into a blinding white as you emerged from the subterranean passage. Shielding your eyes, you looked up to see a small opening several yards above.

"Can your room ability reach that far?" you asked Law, who was already examining the hole.

He assessed the distance, his gaze focused. "With my current stamina, perhaps halfway," he replied.

Your mind raced. "Do you think you could create two smaller rooms, each reaching about halfway up?"

Law's eyes lit up with understanding. "I believe so," he confirmed.

You gripped your sword, readying yourself. As Law cast the first room, its blue sphere extended halfway up the hole. With a swift motion, you launched a rock high into the air. In a blur of motion, Law shambled you into the rock's place, your body soaring upwards. Desperately, you plunged your sword into the soft dirt wall, anchoring yourself. Looking down, you retrieved a small rock embedded in the wall.

Law's hand replaced the rock in your grasp as he was lifted into the air. With practiced ease, he created another room, its sphere reaching the top of the hole. Another rock was tossed skyward, and Law exchanged places with it, falling towards the opening. With a Herculean effort, he grabbed the edge and pulled himself to safety.

Reaching down, he plucked a few blades of grass. Once again, Law used shambles, and you found yourself plummeting towards him, landing with a soft thud on top of him.

Your faces were mere inches apart. The scent of pine and salt mingled in the air as your breath caught in your throat. A surge of adrenaline mingled with an unfamiliar emotion, leaving you breathless. Your lips grazed his, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine. In that moment, the world seemed to slow, and your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

But just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it vanished. You rolled off of him, your cheeks burning. Your mind raced, trying to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed you. You took a moment in silence as you catch your breath.

Once you calmed yourself your face began to blush as you quickly sat up. "Ah well! That was crazy! But we're out now!" You laugh nervously.

Law sat up slowly, his eyes filled with a curious intensity and amusement. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing your jawline. Your heart hammered against your ribs as he leaned in, his breath was warm hovering just in front of your lips.

Impatiently you pressed your lips against his forcing him to the ground with you above him. Law Snickered through the kiss still cupping your cheek with one hand and pulling your waist closer with the other. His lips began to open biting your bottom lip requesting you do the same. You opened your lips holding his top lip between yours smiling as your kiss deepned.

"Captain!" a voice called out.

You broke away from Law, your heart pounding in your ears. You scrambled to your feet, your mind racing. Law groaned as you pushed him onto the ground, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"Captain!" the voice called again, closer this time.

Law sighed, his expression shifting to one of resigned acceptance. "Over here!" he shouted.

A stampede of worried crewmates burst through the trees, led by the exuberant Bepo. The sight of you both alive and well caused an eruption of relief and joy.

"Captain! Y/N!" The furry First Mate squealed. The polar bear mink lifted you both into a powerful hug twisting you around. "We were so worried!" He cried, "We watched you both fall into that chasm but before we could come after you it sealed and the pirate crew chased us away."

"It ok Bepo." Law assured in a low and pained voice.

"Bepo can you please put us down?" You gasped as he squeezed the air out of you.

Worried the bear placed you both on the ground and you held your chest as it filled with air. Bepo quickly analyzed the two of you noting your dirty and injured conditions. "We need to get both of you to the infirmary!" He cried lifting you both up again and began running to the tang while you both tried to kick your way out of his hold.

Your thoughts swarm as you ponder Law's words while he hovers above you awaiting your response.

“What I want?” your voice cracks as you tear up looking up at your captain.

Law nodded, “I promise we can work out whatever you choose.” He encourages you wiping away the stray tear off your cheek.

You nodded and in that moment Law knew your answer and pulled your head into his chest gripping you tightly.

Law kept his promise and when you finally calmed down the two of you went over options. You decided that you were going to find your new home in Dressrosa. You both figured that it would be far enough removed from the government without the dangers of a lawless island and you could help the country regrow itself.

Law informed Hakugan that they would be temporarily changing course. It would take a bit longer than expected but Law assured to see your safe landing on Dressrosa was worth pausing his expedition to the one piece.

However, your trip was cut short.

The Polar Tang bucked and groaned beneath you as cannonballs slammed into its hull. Chaos reigned on the bridge. Crew members scrambled, faces etched with fear, while Law's voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the din. "Make for the nearest island!"

You stumbled your way onto the bridge, “What is going on?” You shouted over the ruckus.

Law’s eyes darted up to meet yours, a storm of worry and determination reflected in their depths. “Blackbeard,” He gritted out, bracing himself against the lurching vessel.

Adrenaline surged through you as the sub tilted dangerously. Water began seeping in through cracks in the hull. You joined the frantic struggle to cover the cracks. The sub swiftly steered towards the nearest island and the water pouring in slowed as the sub surface.

Everyone dashed to the door to ready their fight on the island. You followed suit, but a strong hand clamped down on your shoulder, halting you in your tracks. Law’s stern gaze met yours. "You're staying here," he growled.

Shock and defiance warred within you. "What?!" you exclaimed, wrenching your shoulder free. "It's Blackbeard!” You paused quickly hiding your fear behind a reassuring smile, “I'm not missing out on the fun." A forced laugh escaped your lips as you tried to mask the fear creeping up your spine. But as you turned your back toward your captain your fear quickly resurfaced and etched itself on your face.

The blinding sunlight forced you to shield your eyes as you stumbled onto the beach, Law's figure a blur behind you. Blackbeard, a monstrous silhouette, soared above on a grotesque, winged beast. Before he could land, Law met him with a barrage of room-based attacks.

Your attention snapped to Jesus, the user of the Strong Strong Fruit. Mountains were yanked from the ground and hurtling towards your allies. With a fierce cry, you coated your sword in Haki and leaped into the air, cleaving the oncoming disaster in half. A triumphant grin spread across your face as you landed, meeting Law's approving gaze. Pregnancy hadn't dulled your edge, it seemed.

Law's orders echoed through the chaos as he dispatched Penguin and Shachi to the sea, and Hakugan to the Polar Tang. Then, the earth convulsed beneath you. Blackbeard's Tremor Tremor Fruit was unleashing its fury. You were pinned to the ground, the world a jarring, chaotic blur. Fear gnawed at you as you struggled to breathe, the full extent of Blackbeard's power a terrifying reality.

Desperation fueled your attempt to rise, your instincts to protect your stomach and child from damage distracted you from the monstrous boulder hurtled towards you. Law's anguished cry was a distant echo as your world shattered. The impact was a cataclysmic force, ripping you from the earth. Your body was a helpless puppet, tossed and turned by an unseen hand. The ground itself seemed to revolt, rising in jagged walls that met you with unforgiving brutality.

Your body finally came to a jarring halt, and the extent of your injuries became painfully clear. The worst was concentrated on your abdomen. The fabric of your shirt was shredded, revealing a gaping wound that stretched across your slightly risen belly. Law’s face contorted in horror as he took in the sight. He knew, with a cold dread, that your child’s fate was grim. You weren't wearing the protective gear the crew usually donned, but one of Law's oversized hoodies. Now, the once comfortable fabric was tattered and useless, fluttering in the wind.

Law’s mind drifted back to the day you’d claimed the hoodie. Exhausted from a day at the helm, he’d retreated to his quarters, only to find you rummaging through his closet. A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, amused by the sight. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

You jumped, startled by his presence. Your face flushed as you stammered out an explanation, a nervous smile playing on your lips. “Ah! Uh, Captain... I thought you’d be out a little longer.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Law replied, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he perched on the edge of his bed.

You groaned, turning back to his closet and rummaging through the clothes. "My suits are getting harder to hide this bump, and Shachi's starting to catch on to my suit-borrowing habit," you explained, pulling out a hoodie. You slipped it over your undershirt and turned to your captain for approval.

Law chuckled, “You know if you go out wearing my hoodie, everyone is just going to think that we are in a relationship.” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and scrunch your nose at the comment slipping the hoodie off and throwing it into a pile on his bed before turning back to the closet, “As awful as that sounds, it's better than them finding out I’m pregnant.”

Law sighed, grabbed the hoodie, and began folding it neatly. “Why are you so concerned about them finding out?” he asks with a gentle tone.

You paused your search, a thoughtful expression crossing your face “Because then they will see me as weak.” you replied, your voice soft. Resuming your search, you pulled out one of his long coats. A playful smirk spread across your lips as you turned to face him. The coat nearly touched the floor, engulfing you.

Law shook his head in amusement, but his expression turned disapproving. You removed the coat and playfully tossed it at him, covering his face. He pulled the coat off his face, “You are one of the strongest fighters of the crew no one is going to think you are weak even for a second.”

“They will when they find out how it happened.” You spoke coldly gripping the next item tightly.

Law noticed the action and stood up to grab your arm. “Y/n what happened does not make you weak,” he spoke softly in your ear as your back pressed against his chest.

You frowned gently releasing the fabric and placing your hand over his. A sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed into his touch. “The only two people who know about the… event. is you and Ikkaku. And both of you already look at me differently. I don’t think I can handle it when the rest of the crew starts looking at me like that.” You admitted, avoiding his gaze.

Law looks down at you in surprise, “I don’t look at you differently.” he defended. You shook your head, and his frown deepened. He grabbed your shoulders, gently spinning you to face you, “Okay, maybe I do look at you differently, but it’s not because I think you're weak.”

Your gaze met his, and you absorbed his words. “I know that what happened was awful, but it showed that you are much braver than I could ever imagine. You saved those other women, and you protected Ikkaku. I’m worried you’re bottling things up is unhealthy, but I think it shows how much you care about everyone around you.” Law pauses as he looks into your eyes, “If I am looking at you differently it's because you've been amazing me.” a blush crept on his face as he watched your eyes search his face.

Law’s eyes widened in horror as he watched your body convulse on the ground. A low groan escaped your lips as your hand instinctively moved towards your stomach, a look of pure terror etched on your face. His heart pounded in his chest as he lunged towards you, the desperate need to protect both you and your child consuming him.

His path was disrupted when Blackbeard landed on the island, his arrival a jarring interruption. Law's attention was torn between your desperate state and the looming threat. A growl erupted from his throat as he glared at the pirate, his mind racing with a thousand different plans. Blackbeard, sensing an opportunity, swung his fist, forcing Law to defend himself. The pirate’s blow sent him crashing across the beach, his body slamming into the unforgiving sand.

A blood-curdling scream tore from your throat, your focus solely on your injured abdomen. Then, with a feral snarl, your head snapped up, and your eyes locked on the monstrous pirate. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you launched yourself at Blackbeard, your Haki-coated sword a blur. You connected with his chest, the impact sending a thrill of satisfaction through you.

Blackbeard vain throbbed in his forehead as he looked down at you with surprise and irritation as you seemingly disappeared into the next attack. He swung his arm toward you but you easily dodged his attack and appeared beside him slashing at his open side. He hissed as his hand instinctively reached for his injured side, granting you a guttural growl from the pirate.

You took no moment to relish in his anger but allowed another feral scream to roar out of your chest as you dive into another attack. This time the pirate captain stopped you in your tracks by grabbing your throat and lifting you to his eye level. You dropped your sword as you clawed at his massive arm terror and desperation warred within you as you gasped for air.

A twisted smile crept across Blackbeard’s face as he looked down at you, your face soaked in tears and contorted in fear. “Wow, you are a spiteful one!” He sneered but his mockery was cut short by the blue-coated end of Law’s sword pierced through his chest. A look of shock and disbelief flashed across his face as he dropped you to the ground.

Law’s voice echoed through the air as he unleashed his attack, his blade now crackling with yellow electricity. Blackbeard faltered to the ground, his gaze now fixed on the enraged bloodied doctor. With a swift motion, Law pulled up the ground beneath him, transforming it into a deadly threat that spun around him as he launched himself at his opponent.

You groaned in agony, clutching your injured abdomen. You tried to look up towards the fight but were only met with the pitch darkness of Blackbeard's Black vortex. When the darkness that enveloped the battlefield dissipated your eyes quickly searched for your captain.

Law was on the ground covered in blood. His usual snarky demeanor was replaced with one of raw fear as Blackbeard hovered above him tauntingly. Ignoring the pain you pushed yourself off the ground. Your vision blurred, and your legs trembled, but you refused to give in. You raised your sword and shouted for the pirate gaining his attention. He turned to look over at you but laughed seeing your state. “Do you really want to keep fighting me? When you look like that!”

You straightened yourself as you held your sword up confidently, “For my captain. I will do anything. Even die.” You declare, your voice filled with a fierce resolve.

Blackbeard's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise and perhaps even respect crossing his face as his eyes drifted down toward your slightly raised belly. "Y/n... don't," Law coughed, his voice weak but filled with a desperate plea for you to stay out of the fight. Blackbeard smirked, relishing in Law's vulnerability.

But before either of you could react, a shockwave erupted from the Heart Pirates' side. The ground trembled as a monstrous figure emerged - Bepo transformed into a colossal, enraged beast. Twice his normal size, his fur was pure white, and his eyes glowed an ominous red. With a thunderous roar, he charged towards Blackbeard's crew, his voice echoing across the island. "Don't touch my captain!”

"Y/n," Law coughed, his voice barely a whisper. You fell to your knees beside him, taking his hand in yours. "Save yourself," he begged, his eyes filled with a desperation you'd never seen before.

You shook your head, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. "Thank you, Law," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "For everything." A bitter smile tugged at your lips. "I'm sorry," you managed to say before pushing yourself to your feet. Bepo was already returning to his normal size, his exhausted breaths a stark contrast to his previous ferocity.

Bepo collapsed to the ground, his knees buckling beneath him. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at his Brother. You rushed to his side, helping him to his feet. "You need to get him away from here," you urged, your voice trembling. Bepo nodded, his determination unwavering.

You turned to face Blackbeard as he pushed himself up from the ground Bepo pounded him into, your heart pounding in your chest as you swallowed a painful lump in your throat "And don't let him see what happens next," you whispered, a single tear escaping your eye as you come to terms with your fate.

Bepo's breath hitched in his chest as he realized the gravity of your words. Fear gripped him, but he couldn't find his voice. "GO NOW!" you screamed, your voice filled with desperation. Bepo nodded, tears streaming down his face. Scooping Law into his arms, he turned and ran towards the sea. You took one last look at the two before shifting your attention back to the pirate crew and jumping into your attack.

"Bepo, please!" Law cried out, his voice filled with anguish as they fled. "I can't leave them! I can't let y/n!" His sobs echoed in the air. Blackbeard's cruel laughter filled the silence as he held your lifeless body aloft. Bepo's heart shattered as he dived into the water, blocking the horrifying sight from Law's view.